.... Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in a holiday humour, and like enough to consent:—What would you say to me now, an I were your very Rosalind?
.... And I am your Rosalind, am I not your Rosalind?
O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that thou didst know how many fathom deep I am in love....
PHEBE.
Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love.
SILVIUS.
It is to be all made of sighs and tears;—
And so I am for Phebe.
PHEBE.