As You Like It
William Shakespeare
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(RareBooksClub.com, Sept. 13, 2013)
Excerpt: ...South-sea of discouerie. I pre'thee tell me, who is it quickely, and speake apace: I would thou couldst stammer, that thou might'st powre this conceal'd man out of thy mouth, as Wine comes out of a narrow-mouth'd bottle: either too much at once, or none at all. I pre'thee take the Corke out of thy mouth, that I may drinke thy tydings Cel. So you may put a man in your belly Ros. Is he of Gods making? What manner of man? Is his head worth a hat? Or his chin worth a beard? Cel. Nay, he hath but a little beard Ros. Why God will send more, if the man will bee thankful: let me stay the growth of his beard, if thou delay me not the knowledge of his chin Cel. It is yong Orlando, that tript vp the Wrastlers heeles, and your heart, both in an instant Ros. Nay, but the diuell take mocking: speake sadde brow, and true maid Cel. I'faith (Coz) tis he Ros. Orlando? Cel. Orlando Ros. Alas the day, what shall I do with my doublet & hose? What did he when thou saw'st him? What sayde he? How look'd he? Wherein went he? What makes hee heere? Did he aske for me? Where remaines he? How parted he with thee? And when shalt thou see him againe? Answer me in one word Cel. You must borrow me Gargantuas mouth first: 'tis a Word too great for any mouth of this Ages size, to say I and no, to these particulars, is more then to answer in a Catechisme Ros. But doth he know that I am in this Forrest, and in mans apparrell? Looks he as freshly, as he did the day he Wrastled? Cel. It is as easie to count Atomies as to resolue the propositions of a Louer: but take a taste of my finding him, and rellish it with good obseruance. I found him vnder a tree like a drop'd Acorne Ros. It may wel be cal'd Ioues tree, when it droppes forth fruite Cel. Giue me audience, good Madam Ros. Proceed Cel. There lay hee stretch'd along like a Wounded knight Ros. Though it be pittie to see such a sight, it well becomes the ground Cel. Cry holla, to the...