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Diana: a nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not

more religiously; the very ice of chastity is in them.

Ros. But why did he swear he would come

this morning, and comes not?

Cel. Nay, certainly, there is no truth in him.

Ros. Do you think so?

Cel. Yes: I think he is not a pick-purse nor a

horse-stealer; but for his verity in love, I do

think him as concave as a covered goblet or a

worm-eaten nut.

Ros. Not true in love?

Cel. Yes, when he is in; but I think he is

not in.

Ros. You have heard him swear downright

he was.

Cel. 'Was' is not 'is': besides, the oath of a

lover is no stronger than the word of a tapster;

they are both the confirmers of false reckonings.

He attends here in the forest on the duke your

father.

Ros. I met the duke yesterday and had much

question with him. He asked me of what

parentage I was; I told him, of as good as he;

so he laughed, and let me go. But what talk we

of fathers, when there is such a man as Orlando?

Cel. O, that's a brave man! he writes brave

verses, speaks brave words, swears brave oaths,

and breaks them bravely, quite traverse, athwart

the heart of his lover; as a puisny tilter, that

spurs his horse but on one side, breaks his staff

like a noble goose. But all's brave that youth

mounts and folly guides. Who comes here?

 16 winter's sisterhood; cf. n.

24 concave: hollow

41 brave: fine

43 traverse: across; cf. n.

44 puisny: paltry 