[180] Cel. You have simply misused our sex in your love-prate: we must have your doublet and hose plucked over your head, and show the world what the bird hath done to her own nest.
Ros. O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that thou didst know how many fathom deep I am in love! But it 185 cannot be sounded: my affection hath an unknown bottom, like the bay of Portugal.
Cel. Or rather, bottomless; that as fast as you pour [188] affection in, it runs out.
Ros. No, that same wicked bastard of Venus that was 190 begot of thought, conceived of spleen and born of madness, that blind rascally boy that abuses every one’s eyes because his own are out, let him be judge how deep I am [193] in love. I’ll tell thee, Aliena, I cannot be out of the sight [194] of Orlando: I’ll go find a shadow and sigh till he come.
195 Cel. And I’ll sleep. [Exeunt.
[000] Scene II. The forest.
AYLI IV. 2 Enter Jaques, Lords, and Foresters.
Jaq. Which is he that killed the deer?
[002] A Lord. Sir, it was I.
Jaq. Let’s present him to the Duke, like a Roman conqueror; and it would do well to set the deer’s horns upon 005 his head, for a branch of victory. Have you no song, forester, for this purpose?