[016] And thy father bore it:
The horn, the horn, the lusty horn
Is not a thing to laugh to scorn. [Exeunt.
[000] Scene III. The forest.
AYLI IV. 3 Enter Rosalind and Celia.
[001] Ros. How say you now? Is it not past two o’clock? [002] and here much Orlando!
Cel. I warrant you, with pure love and troubled brain, he hath ta’en his bow and arrows and is gone forth to [005] sleep. Look, who comes here.
Enter Silvius.
Sil. My errand is to you, fair youth;
[007] My gentle Phebe bid me give you this: