2108prate: we must haue your doublet and hose pluckt ouer

2109your head, and shew the world what the bird hath done

2110to her owne neast.

2111Ros. O coz, coz, coz: my pretty little coz, that thou

2112didst know how many fathome deepe I am in loue: but

2113it cannot bee sounded: my affection hath an vnknowne

2114bottome, like the Bay of Portugall.

2115Cel. Or rather bottomlesse, that as fast as you poure

2116affection in, in runs out.

2117Ros. No, that same wicked Bastard of Venus, that was

2118begot of thought, conceiu'd of spleene, and borne of

2119madnesse, that blinde rascally boy, that abuses euery

2120ones eyes, because his owne are out, let him bee iudge,

2121how deepe I am in loue: ile tell thee Aliena, I cannot be

2122out of the sight of Orlando: Ile goe finde a shadow, and

2123sigh till he come.

2127Iaq. Which is he that killed the Deare?

2128Lord. Sir, it was I.

2129Iaq. Let's present him to the Duke like a Romane

2130Conquerour, and it would doe well to set the Deares

2131horns vpon his head, for a branch of victory; haue you

2132no song Forrester for this purpose?

2133Lord. Yes Sir.

2134Iaq. Sing it: 'tis no matter how it bee in tune, so it

2135make noyse enough.

2148Ros. How say you now, is it not past two a clock?

2149And heere much Orlando.

2150Cel. I warrant you, with pure loue, & troubled brain,

2152He hath t'ane his bow and arrowes, and is gone forth

2153To sleepe: looke who comes heere.

2154Sil. My errand is to you, faire youth,

2155My gentle Phebe, did bid me giue you this:

2156I know not the contents, but as I guesse

2157By the sterne brow, and waspish action

2158Which she did vse, as she was writing of it,

2159It beares an angry tenure; pardon me,

2160I am but as a guiltlesse messenger.

2161Ros. Patience her selfe would startle at this letter,

2162And play the swaggerer, beare this, beare all:

2163Shee saies I am not faire, that I lacke manners,

2164She calls me proud, and that she could not loue me

2165Were man as rare as Phenix: 'od's my will,

2166Her loue is not the Hare that I doe hunt,

2167Why writes she so to me? well Shepheard, well,

2168This is a Letter of your owne deuice.

2169Sil. No, I protest, I know not the contents,

2170Phebe did write it.

2171Ros. Come, come, you are a foole,

2172And turn'd into the extremity of loue.

2173I saw her hand, she has a leatherne hand,

2174A freestone coloured hand: I verily did thinke

2175That her old gloues were on, but twas her hands:

2176She has a huswiues hand, but that's no matter:

2177I say she neuer did inuent this letter,

2178This is a mans inuention, and his hand.

2179Sil. Sure it is hers.

2180Ros. Why, tis a boysterous and a cruell stile,

2181A stile for challengers: why, she defies me,

2182Like Turke to Christian: vvomens gentle braine

2183Could not drop forth such giant rude inuention,

2184Such Ethiop vvords, blacker in their effect

2185Then in their countenance: vvill you heare the letter?

2186Sil. So please you, for I neuer heard it yet:

2187Yet heard too much of Phebes crueltie.

2188Ros. She Phebes me: marke how the tyrant vvrites.

2191Can a vvoman raile thus?

2192Sil. Call you this railing?

2195Did you euer heare such railing?

2198Meaning me a beast.

2213Sil. Call you this chiding?

2214Cel. Alas poore Shepheard.

2215Ros. Doe you pitty him? No, he deserues no pitty:

2216wilt thou loue such a woman? what to make thee an in-

2217strument, and play false straines vpon thee? not to be en-

2218dur'd. Well, goe your way to her; (for I see Loue hath

2219made thee a tame snake) and say this to her; That if she

2220loue me, I charge her to loue thee: if she will not, I will

2221neuer haue her, vnlesse thou intreat for her: if you bee a

2222true louer hence, and not a word; for here comes more

2226Where in the Purlews of this Forrest, stands