merely monastic. And thus I cured him; and
this way will I take upon me to wash your liver
as clean as a sound sheep's heart, that there
shall not be one spot of love in 't.
Orl. I would not be cured, youth. 452
Ros. I would cure you, if you would but call
me Rosalind, and come every day to my cote
and woo me.
Orl. Now, by the faith of my love, I will: tell
me where it is. 457
Ros. Go with me to it and I'll show it you;
and by the way you shall tell me where in the
forest you live. Will you go?
Orl. With all my heart, good youth. 461
Ros. Nay, you must call me Rosalind. Come,
sister, will you go? Exeunt.
Scene Three
[Another Part of the Forest]
Enter Touchstone, Audrey, and Jaques.
Touch. Come apace, good Audrey: I will
fetch up your goats, Audrey. And how, Audrey?
am I the man yet? doth my simple feature con-
tent you? 4
Aud. Your features! Lord warrant us! what
features?
Touch. I am here with thee and thy goats,
as the most capricious poet, honest Ovid, was
among the Goths. 9
Jaq. [Aside.] O knowledge ill-inhabited, worse
than Jove in a thatch'd house!
449 liver; cf. n.
5 features; cf. n.
8 capricious . . . Goths; cf. n.
10 ill-inhabited: ill-lodged
11 Jove in a thatch'd house; cf. n.
