ROSALIND.
O, ominous! He comes to kill my heart.
CELIA.
I would sing my song without a burden. Thou bring’st me out of tune.
ROSALIND.
Do you not know I am a woman? When I think, I must speak. Sweet, say on.
Enter Orlando and Jaques.
CELIA.
You bring me out. Soft, comes he not here?
ROSALIND.
’Tis he! Slink by, and note him.
[Rosalind and Celia step aside.]
JAQUES.
I thank you for your company but, good faith, I had as lief have been myself alone.
ORLANDO.
And so had I, but yet, for fashion sake, I thank you too for your society.
JAQUES.
God be wi’ you, let’s meet as little as we can.