I knew what you would
prove; my friends told me as much, and I thought no less.
That
flattering tongue of yours won me. 'Tis but one cast away,
and
so, come death! Two o'clock is your hour?
ORLANDO. Ay, sweet Rosalind.
ROSALIND. By my troth, and in good earnest, and so God mend me,
and
by all pretty oaths that are not dangerous, if you break one
jot
of your promise, or come one minute behind your hour, I will
think you the most pathetical break-promise, and the most
hollow
lover, and the most unworthy of her you call Rosalind, that
may
be chosen out of the gross band of the unfaithful. Therefore
beware my censure, and keep your promise.
ORLANDO. With no less religion than if thou wert indeed my
Rosalind; so, adieu.
ROSALIND. Well, Time is the old justice that examines all such
offenders, and let Time try. Adieu. Exit ORLANDO
CELIA. You have simply misus'd our sex in your love-prate. We
must
have your doublet and hose pluck'd over your head, and show
the
world what the bird hath done to her own nest.
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