Ros. Good my complexion! dost thou think,
though I am caparison'd like a man, I have a
doublet and hose in my disposition? One inch
of delay more is a South-sea of discovery; I
prithee, tell me who is it quickly, and speak
apace. I would thou couldst stammer, that thou
mightst pour this concealed man out of thy
mouth, as wine comes out of a narrow-mouth'd
bottle; either too much at once, or none at all.
I prithee, take the cork out of thy mouth, that
I may drink thy tidings.
Cel. So you may put a man in your belly. 216
Ros. Is he of God's making? What manner
of man? Is his head worth a hat, or his chin
worth a beard?
Cel. Nay, he hath but a little beard. 220
Ros. Why, God will send more, if the man
will be thankful. Let me stay the growth of his
beard, if thou delay me not the knowledge of his
chin. 224
Cel. It is young Orlando, that tripped up the
wrestler's heels and your heart both in an instant.
Ros. Nay, but the devil take mocking: speak,
sad brow and true maid. 228
Cel. I' faith, coz, 'tis he.
Ros. Orlando?
Cel. Orlando.
Ros. Alas the day! what shall I do with my
doublet and hose? What did he when thou 233
sawest him? What said he? How looked he?
205 Good my complexion; cf. n.
207 doublet and hose: i.e., typical male attire; cf. n.
One . . . discovery; cf. n.
217 God's making; cf. n.
222 stay: wait for
228 sad . . . maid: i.e., in earnest and as you are a true maiden
229 I' faith: on my faith
