The forest
Enter ORLANDO and OLIVER
ORLANDO. Is't possible that on so little acquaintance you
should
like her? that but seeing you should love her? and loving
woo?
and, wooing, she should grant? and will you persever to enjoy
her?
OLIVER. Neither call the giddiness of it in question, the
poverty
of her, the small acquaintance, my sudden wooing, nor her
sudden
consenting; but say with me, I love Aliena; say with her that
she
loves me; consent with both that we may enjoy each other. It
shall be to your good; for my father's house and all the
revenue
that was old Sir Rowland's will I estate upon you, and here
live
and die a shepherd.
ORLANDO. You have my consent. Let your wedding be to-morrow.
Thither will I invite the Duke and all's contented followers.
Go
you and prepare Aliena; for, look you, here comes my
Rosalind.
Enter ROSALIND
ROSALIND. God save you, brother.
OLIVER. And you, fair sister.
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