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As You Like It

William Shakespeare
No Fear Act 3 Scene 2
No Fear Act 3 Scene 2 Page 10

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ROSALIND

200Alas the day, what shall I do with my doublet and hose? What did he when thou saw’st him? What said he? How looked he? Wherein went he? What makes him here? Did he ask for me? Where remains he? How parted he with thee? And when shalt thou see him again? Answer me in one word.

ROSALIND

Oh no! What am I going to do in my man’s clothing? What did he do when you saw him? What did he say? How did he look? Where did he go? What brings him here? Did he ask about me? Where is he staying? How did he say good-bye? And when will you see him again? Answer me in a word.

CELIA

You must borrow me Gargantua’s mouth first. 'Tis a word too great for any mouth of this age’s size. To say ay and no to these particulars is more than to answer in a catechism.

CELIA

ROSALIND

But doth he know that I am in this forest and in man’s apparel? Looks he as freshly as he did the day he wrestled?

ROSALIND

But does he know that I’m here in the forest and dressed in men’s clothing? Does he look as bright and handsome as the day we saw him wrestling?

CELIA

It is as easy to count atomies as to resolve the propositions of a lover. But take a taste of my finding him, and relish it with good observance. I found him under a tree like a dropped acorn.

CELIA

It’s easier to count specks than to answer a lover’s millions of questions. But taste my story, and relish it by paying attention. I found Orlando under a tree, like a dropped acorn.

ROSALIND

215It may well be called Jove’s tree when it drops forth such fruit.

ROSALIND

That tree could be called God’s tree, since it drops such wonderful fruit.

CELIA

Give me audience, good madam.

CELIA

Let me talk, good lady.

ROSALIND

Proceed.

ROSALIND

Go on.

CELIA

There lay he, stretched along like a wounded knight.

CELIA

He lay there, stretched out like a wounded knight.

ROSALIND

220Though it be pity to see such a sight, it well becomes the ground.

ROSALIND

Though that must have been a pitiful sight, the ground looked beautiful.