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Orl. Not so; but I answer you right painted

cloth, from whence you have studied your ques-

tions.

Jaq. You have a nimble wit: I think 'twas

made of Atalanta's heels. Will you sit down

with me? and we two will rail against our mis-

tress the world, and all our misery.

Orl. I will chide no breather in the world but

myself, against whom I know most faults.

Jaq. The worst fault you have is to be in

love.

Orl. 'Tis a fault I will not change for your

best virtue. I am weary of you.

Jaq. By my troth, I was seeking for a fool

when I found you.

Orl. He is drowned in the brook: look but in,

and you shall see him.

Jaq. There I shall see mine own figure.

Orl. Which I take to be either a fool or a

cipher.

Jaq. I'll tarry no longer with you. Farewell,

good Signior Love.

Orl. I am glad of your departure. Adieu,

good Monsieur Melancholy.

Ros. I will speak to him like a saucy lackey,

and under that habit play the knave with him.

Do you hear, forester?

Orl. Very well: what would you?

Ros. I pray you, what is 't o'clock?

Orl. You should ask me, what time o' day;

there's no clock in the forest.

Ros. Then there is no true lover in the forest;

else sighing every minute and groaning every

 291 painted cloth; cf. n.

298 breather: living creature

316 habit: garb 