There’s none within.
Oli. If that an eye may profit by a tongue,
Then should I know you by description;
Such garments and such years: ‘The boy is fair,
[085] Of female favour, and bestows himself
[086] Like a ripe sister: the woman low,
And browner than her brother.’ Are not you
[088] The owner of the house I did inquire for?
Cel. It is no boast, being ask’d, to say we are.
090 Oli. Orlando doth commend him to you both,