I thank you for your company; but, good faith,
I had
as lief have been myself alone.
And so had I; but yet, for fashion sake, I
thank you
too for your society.
God be wi' you: let's meet as little as we
can.
I do desire we may be better strangers.
I pray you, mar no more trees with writing
love-songs in their barks.
I pray you, mar no more of my verses with
reading
them ill-favouredly.
Rosalind is your love's name?
Yes, just.
I do not like her name.
There was no thought of pleasing you when
she was
christened.
What stature is she of?
Just as high as my heart.
