ROSALIND.
O Jupiter, how weary are my spirits!
TOUCHSTONE.
I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary.
ROSALIND.
I could find in my heart to disgrace my man’s apparel, and to cry like a woman, but I must comfort the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to show itself courageous to petticoat. Therefore, courage, good Aliena.
CELIA.
I pray you bear with me, I cannot go no further.
TOUCHSTONE.
For my part, I had rather bear with you than bear you. Yet I should bear no cross if I did bear you, for I think you have no money in your purse.
ROSALIND.
Well, this is the forest of Arden.
TOUCHSTONE.
Ay, now am I in Arden, the more fool I! When I was at home I was in a better place, but travellers must be content.
Enter Corin and Silvius.
ROSALIND.
Ay, be so, good Touchstone. Look you, who comes here? A young man and an old in solemn talk.
CORIN.
That is the way to make her scorn you still.