ROSALIND. O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that thou
didst
know how many fathom deep I am in love! But it cannot be
sounded;
my affection hath an unknown bottom, like the Bay of
Portugal.
CELIA. Or rather, bottomless; that as fast as you pour
affection
in, it runs out.
ROSALIND. No; that same wicked bastard of Venus, that was begot
of
thought, conceiv'd of spleen, and born of madness; that blind
rascally boy, that abuses every one's eyes, because his own
are
out- let him be judge how deep I am in love. I'll tell thee,
Aliena, I cannot be out of the sight of Orlando. I'll go find
a
shadow, and sigh till he come.
CELIA. And I'll sleep. Exeunt
SCENE II.
The forest
Enter JAQUES and LORDS, in the habit of foresters
JAQUES. Which is he that killed the deer?
LORD. Sir, it was I.
JAQUES. Let's present him to the Duke, like a Roman conqueror;
and
it would do well to set the deer's horns upon his head for a
branch of victory.
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