JAQUES: God be wi' you: let's meet as little as
we can.
ORLANDO: I do desire we may be better strangers.
JAQUES: I pray you, mar no more trees with writing love-songs in
their barks.
ORLANDO: I pray you, mar no more of my verses with reading them
ill-favouredly.
JAQUES: Rosalind is your love's name?
ORLANDO: Yes, just.
JAQUES: I do not like her name.
ORLANDO: There was no thought of pleasing you when she was
christened.
JAQUES: What stature is she of?
ORLANDO: Just as high as my heart.
JAQUES: You are full of pretty answers. Have you not been
acquainted with goldsmiths' wives, and conned them out of rings?
ORLANDO: Not so...
JAQUES: You have a nimble wit... Will you sit down with me and we
two will rail against our mistress the world and all our misery?
ORLANDO: I will chide no breather in the world but myself,
against whom I know most faults.
JAQUES: The worst fault you have is to be in love.
ORLANDO: 'Tis a fault I will not change for your best virtue. I
am weary of you.
JAQUES: By my troth, I was seeking for a fool when I found you.
ORLANDO: He is drowned in the brook: look but in, and you shall
see him.
JAQUES: There I shall see mine own figure.
ORLANDO: Which I take to be either a fool or a cipher.
JAQUES: I'll tarry no longer with you: farewell, good Signior
Love.
ORLANDO: I am glad of your departure: adieu, good Monsieur
Melancholy.
Exit JAQUES
Shakespeare: As You Like It
