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As You Like It, III. ii

Cel. I would sing my song without a burthen:

thou bringest me out of tune.

Ros. Do you not know I am a woman? when

I think, I must speak. Sweet, say on.

Cel. You bring me out. Soft! comes he not

here?

Ros. 'Tis he: slink by, and note him.

Jaq. I thank you for your company; but,

good faith, I had as lief have been myself alone.

Orl. And so had I; but yet, for fashion's sake,

I thank you too for your society.

Jaq. God be wi' you: let's meet as little as

we can.

Orl. I do desire we may be better strangers.

Jaq. I pray you, mar no more trees with

writing love-songs in their barks.

Orl. I pray you mar no moe of my verses

with reading them ill-favouredly.

Jaq. Rosalind is your love's name?

Orl. Yes, just.

Jaq. I do not like her name.

Orl. There was no thought of pleasing you

when she was christened.

Jaq. What stature is she of?

Orl. Just as high as my heart.

Jaq. You are full of pretty answers. Have

you not been acquainted with goldsmiths' wives,

and conn'd them out of rings?

 263 burthen: refrain, bass, or undersong

264 bringest: puttest

269 by: aside

271 myself alone: all by myself

279 moe: more

280 ill-favouredly: badly

282 just: exactly that

289 goldsmiths' wives rings; cf. n.

290 conn'd: learned by heart 