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As You Like It, III. ii

merely monastic. And thus I cured him; and

this way will I take upon me to wash your liver

as clean as a sound sheep's heart, that there

shall not be one spot of love in 't.

Orl. I would not be cured, youth.

Ros. I would cure you, if you would but call

me Rosalind, and come every day to my cote

and woo me.

Orl. Now, by the faith of my love, I will: tell

me where it is.

Ros. Go with me to it and I'll show it you;

and by the way you shall tell me where in the

forest you live. Will you go?

Orl. With all my heart, good youth.

Ros. Nay, you must call me Rosalind. Come,

sister, will you go?

Touch. Come apace, good Audrey: I will

fetch up your goats, Audrey. And how, Audrey?

am I the man yet? doth my simple feature con-

tent you?

Aud. Your features! Lord warrant us! what

features?

Touch. I am here with thee and thy goats,

as the most capricious poet, honest Ovid, was

among the Goths.

Jaq. [Aside.] O knowledge ill-inhabited, worse

than Jove in a thatch'd house!

 449 liver; cf. n.

 5 features; cf. n.

8 capricious Goths; cf. n.

10 ill-inhabited: ill-lodged

11 Jove in a thatch'd house; cf. n. 