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Touch. Ay, now am I in Arden, the more fool I. When I was at home, I was in a better place, but travellers must be content.

Enter Corin and Silvius.

Ros. Ay, be so, good Touchstone. Look you, who comes here, a young man and an old in solemn talk.

Cor.

That is the way to make her scorn you still.

Sil.

O Corin, that thou knew’st how I do love her!

Cor.

I partly guess; for I have lov’d ere now.

Sil.

No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess,

Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover

As ever sigh’d upon a midnight pillow.

But if thy love were ever like to mine—

As sure I think did never man love so—

How many actions most ridiculous

Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?

Cor.

Into a thousand that I have forgotten.

Sil.

O, thou didst then never love so heartily!

If thou rememb’rest not the slightest folly

That ever love did make thee run into,

Thou hast not lov’d;

Or if thou hast not sat as I do now,

Wearing thy hearer in thy mistress’ praise,

Thou hast not lov’d;

Or if thou hast not broke from company