[027] Cel. ‘Was’ is not ‘is:’ besides, the oath of a lover is no stronger than the word of a tapster; they are both the [029] confirmer of false reckonings. He attends here in the forest 030 on the Duke your father.
Ros. I met the Duke yesterday and had much question with him: he asked me of what parentage I was; I told him, of as good as he; so he laughed and let me go. But what talk we of fathers, when there is such a man as Orlando?
035 Cel. O, that’s a brave man! he writes brave verses, speaks brave words, swears brave oaths and breaks them bravely, quite traverse, athwart the heart of his lover; as a [038] puisny tilter, that spurs his horse but on one side, breaks [039] his staff like a noble goose: but all’s brave that youth [040] mounts and folly guides. Who comes here?
Enter Corin.
Cor. Mistress and master, you have oft inquired
After the shepherd that complain’d of love,
[043] Who you saw sitting by me on the turf,
Praising the proud disdainful shepherdess
That was his mistress.
Cel.