1353Ros. O most gentle Iupiter, what tedious homilie of

1354Loue haue you wearied your parishioners withall, and

1355neuer cri'de, haue patience good people.

1356Cel. How now backe friends: Shepheard, go off a lit-

1357tle: go with him sirrah.

1358Clo. Come Shepheard, let vs make an honorable re-

1359treit, though not with bagge and baggage, yet with

1361Cel. Didst thou heare these verses?

1362Ros. O yes, I heard them all, and more too, for some

1363of them had in them more feete then the Verses would

1364beare.

1365Cel. That's no matter: the feet might beare y^e verses.

1366Ros. I, but the feet were lame, and could not beare

1367themselues without the verse, and therefore stood lame-

1368ly in the verse.

1369Cel. But didst thou heare without wondering, how

1370thy name should be hang'd and carued vpon these trees?

1371Ros. I was seuen of the nine daies out of the wonder,

1372before you came: for looke heere what I found on a

1373Palme tree; I was neuer so berimdsince Pythagoras time

1374that I was an Irish Rat, which I can hardly remember.

1375Cel. Tro you, who hath done this?

1376Ros. Is it a man?

1377Cel. And a chaine that you once wore about his neck:

1378change you colour?

1379Ros. I pre'thee who?

1380Cel. O Lord, Lord, it is a hard matter for friends to

1381meete; but Mountaines may bee remoou'd with Earth-

1382quakes, and so encounter.

1383Ros. Nay, but who is it?

1384Cel. Is it possible?

1385Ros. Nay, I pre'thee

now, with most petitionary ve-

1386hemence, tell me who it is.

1387Cel. O wonderfull, wonderfull, and most wonderfull

1388wonderfull, and yet againe wonderful, and after that out

1389of all hooping.

1390Ros. Good my complection, dost thou think though

1391I am caparison'd like a man, I haue a doublet and hose in

1392my disposition? One inch of delay more, is a South-sea

1393of discouerie. I pre'thee tell me, who is it quickely, and

1394speake apace: I would thou couldst stammer, that thou

1395might'st powre this conceal'd man out of thy mouth, as

1396Wine comes out of a narrow-mouth'd bottle: either too

1397much at once, or none at all. I pre'thee take the Corke

1398out of thy mouth, that I may drinke thy tydings.

1399Cel. So you may put a man in your belly.

1400Ros. Is he of Gods making? What manner of man?

1401Is his head worth a hat? Or his chin worth a beard?

1402Cel. Nay, he hath but a little beard.

1403Ros. Why God will send more, if the man will bee

1404thankful: let me stay the growth of his beard, if thou

1405delay me not the knowledge of his chin.

1406Cel. It is yong Orlando, that tript vp the Wrastlers

1407heeles, and your heart, both in an instant.

1408Ros. Nay, but the diuell take mocking: speake sadde

1409brow, and true maid.

1410Cel. I'faith (Coz) tis he.

1411Ros. Orlando?

1412Cel. Orlando.

1413Ros. Alas the day, what shall I do with my doublet &

1414hose? What did he when thou saw'st him? What sayde

1415he? How look'd he? Wherein went he? What makes hee

1416heere? Did he aske for me? Where remaines he ? How

1417parted he with thee ? And when shalt thou see him a-

1418gaine? Answer me in one vvord.

1419Cel. You must borrow me Gargantuas mouth first:

1420'tis a Word too great for any mouth of this Ages size, to

1421say I and no, to these particulars, is more then to answer

1422in a Catechisme.

1423Ros. But doth he know that I am in this Forrest, and

1424in mans apparrell? Looks he as freshly, as he did the day

1425he Wrastled?

1426Cel. It is as easie to count Atomies as to resolue the

1427propositions of a Louer: but take a taste of my finding

1428him, and rellish it with good obseruance. I found him

1429vnder a tree like a drop'd Acorne.

1430Ros. It may vvel be cal'd Ioues tree, when it droppes

1431forth fruite.

1432Cel. Giue me audience, good Madam.

1433Ros. Proceed.

1434Cel. There lay hee stretch'd along like a Wounded

1435knight.

1436Ros. Though it be pittie to see such a sight, it vvell

1437becomes the ground.

1438Cel. Cry holla, to the tongue, I prethee: it curuettes

1439vnseasonably. He was furnish'd like a Hunter.

1440Ros. O ominous, he comes to kill my Hart.

1441Cel. I would sing my song without a burthen, thou

1442bring'st me out of tune.

1443Ros. Do you not know I am a woman, when I thinke,

1444I must speake: sweet, say on.

1446Cel. You bring me out. Soft, comes he not heere?

1447Ros. 'Tis he, slinke by, and note him.

1448Iaq I thanke you for your company, but good faith

1449I had as liefe haue beene my selfe alone.

1450Orl. And so had I: but yet for fashion sake

1451I thanke you too, for your societie.

1452Iaq. God buy you, let's meet as little as we can.

1453Orl. I do desire we may be better strangers.

1454Iaq. I pray you marre no more trees vvith Writing

1455Loue-songs in their barkes.

1456Orl. I pray you marre no moe of my verses with rea-

1457ding them ill-fauouredly.

1459Iaq. I do not like her name.

1460Orl. There was no thought of pleasing you when she

1461was christen'd.

1462Iaq. What stature is she of?

1463Orl. Iust as high as my heart.

1464Iaq. You are ful of prety answers: haue you not bin ac-

1465quainted with goldsmiths wiues, & cond thē out of rings

1466Orl. Not so: but I answer you right painted cloath,

1467from whence you haue studied your questions.

1468Iaq. You haue a nimble wit; I thinke 'twas made of

1469Attalanta's heeles. Will you sitte downe with me, and

1470wee two, will raile against our Mistris the world, and all

1471our miserie.

1472Orl. I wil chide no breather in the world but my selfe