ORLANDO. Can you remember any of the principal evils that he
laid
to the charge of women?
ROSALIND. There were none principal; they were all like one
another
as halfpence are; every one fault seeming monstrous till his
fellow-fault came to match it.
ORLANDO. I prithee recount some of them.
ROSALIND. No; I will not cast away my physic but on those that
are
sick. There is a man haunts the forest that abuses our young
plants with carving 'Rosalind' on their barks; hangs odes
upon
hawthorns and elegies on brambles; all, forsooth, deifying
the
name of Rosalind. If I could meet that fancy-monger, I would
give
him some good counsel, for he seems to have the quotidian of
love
upon him.
ORLANDO. I am he that is so love-shak'd; I pray you tell me
your
remedy.
ROSALIND. There is none of my uncle's marks upon you; he taught
me
how to know a man in love; in which cage of rushes I am sure
you
are not prisoner.
ORLANDO.
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