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Cel. Or rather, bottomless; that as fast as you

pour affection in, it runs out.

Ros. No; that same wicked bastard of Venus,

that was begot of thought, conceived of spleen,

and born of madness, that blind rascally boy

that abuses every one's eyes because his own

are out, let him be judge how deep I am in

love. I'll tell thee, Aliena, I cannot be out of

the sight of Orlando: I'll go find a shadow and

sigh till he come.

Cel. And I'll sleep.

Jaq. Which is he that killed the deer?

[First] Lord. Sir, it was I.

Jaq. Let's present him to the duke, like a

Roman conqueror; and it would do well to set the

deer's horns upon his head for a branch of victory.

Have you no song, forester, for this purpose?

[Second] Lord. Yes, sir.

Jaq. Sing it: 'tis no matter how it be in tune

so it make noise enough.

'What shall he have that kill'd the deer?

His leather skin and horns to wear.

Then sing him home.

The rest shall bear this burden.  224 thought: melancholy

spleen: impulse

 S. d. Lords, Foresters: (Lords dressed as foresters)

5 branch; cf. n.

S. d. The burden; cf. n. 