Page:As You Like It (1919) Yale.djvu/100

88 

Touch. We shall find a time, Audrey: patience,

gentle Audrey.

Aud. Faith, the priest was good enough, for

all the old gentleman's saying.

Touch. A most wicked Sir Oliver, Audrey; a

most vile Martext. But, Audrey, there is a youth

here in the forest lays claim to you.

Aud. Ay, I know who 'tis: he hath no interest

in me in the world. Here comes the man you

mean.

Touch. It is meat and drink to me to see a

clown. By my troth, we that have good wits have

much to answer for: we shall be flouting; we

cannot hold.

Will. Good even, Audrey.

Aud. God ye good even, William.

Will. And good even to you, sir.

Touch. Good even, gentle friend. Cover thy

head, cover thy head; nay, prithee, be covered.

How old are you, friend?

Will. Five-and-twenty, sir.

Touch. A ripe age. Is thy name William?

Will. William, sir.

Touch. A fair name. Wast born i' the forest

here?

 13 we flouting: i.e., we must have something to mock at

14 hold: i.e., our peace

16 God ye: God give you 