And to that youth he calls his Rosalind
[092] He sends this bloody napkin. Are you he?
Ros. I am: what must we understand by this?
Oli. Some of my shame; if you will know of me
095 What man I am, and how, and why, and where
[096] This handkercher was stain’d.
Cel.
I pray you, tell it.
Oli. When last the young Orlando parted from you
He left a promise to return again