Ros. God save you, brother.
[017] Oli. And you, fair sister. [Exit.
Ros. O, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to see thee wear thy heart in a scarf!
020 Orl. It is my arm.
Ros. I thought thy heart had been wounded with the claws of a lion.
Orl. Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady.
Ros. Did your brother tell you how I counterfeited to [025] swoon when he showed me your handkercher?
Orl. Ay, and greater wonders than that.
Ros. O, I know where you are: nay, ’tis true: there [028] was never any thing so sudden but the fight of two rams, [029] and Cæsar’s thrasonical brag of ‘I came, saw, and overcame:’ 030 for your brother and my sister no sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy: and in these degrees have they 035 made a pair of stairs to marriage which they will climb incontinent, or else be incontinent before marriage: they are in the very wrath of love and they will together; clubs cannot part them.
Orl. They shall be married to-morrow, and I will bid 040 the Duke to the nuptial. But, O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man’s eyes! By so much the more shall I to-morrow be at the height of heart-heaviness, by how much I shall think my brother happy in having what he wishes for.