of loue, it may be said of him that Cupid hath clapt
him oth' shoulder, but Ile warrant him heart hole

Orl. Pardon me deere Rosalind

Ros. Nay, and you be so tardie, come no more in my
sight, I had as liefe be woo'd of a Snaile

Orl. Of a Snaile?
Ros. I, of a Snaile: for though he comes slowly, hee
carries his house on his head; a better ioyncture I thinke
then you make a woman: besides, he brings his destinie
with him

Orl. What's that?
Ros. Why hornes: w such as you are faine to be beholding
to your wiues for: but he comes armed in his
fortune, and preuents the slander of his wife

Orl. Vertue is no horne-maker: and my Rosalind is
vertuous

Ros. And I am your Rosalind

Cel. It pleases him to call you so: but he hath a Rosalind
of a better leere then you

Ros. Come, wooe me, wooe mee: for now I am in a
holy-day humor, and like enough to consent: What
would you say to me now, and I were your verie, verie