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Enter ORLANDO and OLIVER
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ORLANDO and OLIVER enter.
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ORLANDO Is ’t possible that on so little acquaintance you should like
her? That, but seeing, you should love her? And loving,
woo? And wooing, she should grant? And will you persever
to enjoy her?
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ORLANDO Is it really possible that you could like her right after meeting her? And fall in love with her after merely seeing her? And as soon as you fall in love, with her, woo her? And as soon as you woo her, have her accept? And do you really mean to marry her?
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OLIVER
5Neither call the giddiness of it in question, the poverty of
her, the small acquaintance, my sudden wooing, nor her
sudden consenting, but say with me “I love Aliena”; say
with her that she loves me; consent with both that we may
enjoy each other. It shall be to your good, for my father’s
house and all the revenue that was old Sir Rowland’s will I
estate upon you, and here live and die a shepherd.
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OLIVER Don’t question the foolish haste of it all—or her poverty or our short time together or the abruptness of my courtship or the abruptness of her consent—but say with me, “I love Aliena.” And say with me that she loves me. Agree to this match, so we can enjoy each other. It will be to your advantage, because I’ll leave our father’s house and all his property to you, while I live and die a shepherd here in the forest.
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ORLANDO You have my consent. Let your wedding be tomorrow.
Thither will I invite the duke and all’s contented followers.
Go you and prepare Aliena, for look you, here comes my
15Rosalind.
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ORLANDO You have my consent. You can be married tomorrow if you want. I’ll invite the duke and all of his followers. Go get Aliena ready—because, look, here comes my Rosalind.
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Enter ROSALIND
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ROSALIND enters.
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ROSALIND
(as Ganymede) God save you, brother.
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ROSALIND Hello, brother.
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OLIVER And you, fair sister.
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OLIVER And hello to you, fair sister.
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Exit
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He exits.
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ROSALIND O my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to see thee wear thy
heart in a scarf.
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ROSALIND Oh, darling Orlando, it’s so hard to see you wearing your heart in a sling.
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