Jaq. What stature is she of?
Orl. Just as high as my heart.
255 Jaq. You are full of pretty answers. Have you not been acquainted with goldsmiths’ wives, and conned them out of rings?
[258] Orl. Not so; but I answer you right painted cloth, [259] from whence you have studied your questions.
260 Jaq. You have a nimble wit: I think ’twas made of Atalanta’s heels. Will you sit down with me? and we two will rail against our mistress the world, and all our misery.
Orl. I will chide no breather in the world but myself, [264] against whom I know most faults.
265 Jaq. The worst fault you have is to be in love.
Orl. ’Tis a fault I will not change for your best virtue. I am weary of you.
Jaq. By my troth, I was seeking for a fool when I found you.
270 Orl. He is drowned in the brook: look but in, and you shall see him.