William Shakespeare
Act 3 Scene 2
page 46
Celia You must borrow me Gargantua's mouth first: 'tis a word too great for any mouth of this age's size. To say ay and no to these particulars is more than to answer in a catechism.
Rosalind But doth he know that I am in this forest (Arder's forest) and in man's apparel? Looks he as freshly as he did the day he wrestled?
Celia It is a s easy to count atomies as to resolve the propositions of a lover. But take a taste of my finding him and relish it with good observance: I found him under a tress, like a dropped acorn--
Rosalind It may well be called Jove's tree, when it drops forth fruit.
Celia Give me audience, good madam.
Rosalind Proceed.
Celia There lay he, stretched along like a wounded knight--
Rosalind Though it be pity to see such a sight, it well becomes the ground.
Cellia Cry "holla" to the tongue, I prithee; it curvets unseasonably. He was furnished like a hunter--
Rosalind Oh, ominous: he comes to kill my heart!
Celia I would sing my song without a burden. Thou bring'st me out of tune.
Rosalind Do you not know I am a woman? When I think I must speak. Sweet, say on.
Enter Orlando and Jaques.
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