Cel. Wee'll lead you thither: I pray you will you take him by the arme
Oli. Be of good cheere youth: you a man? You lacke a mans heart
Ros. I doe so, I confesse it: Ah, sirra, a body would thinke this was well counterfeited, I pray you tell your brother how well I counterfeited: heigh-ho
Oli. This was not counterfeit, there is too great testimony in your complexion, that it was a passion of earnest
Ros. Counterfeit, I assure you
Oli. Well then, take a good heart, and counterfeit to be a man
Ros. So I doe: but yfaith, I should haue beene a woman by right
Cel. Come, you looke paler and paler: pray you draw homewards: good sir, goe with vs
Oli. That will I: for I must beare answere backe How you excuse my brother, Rosalind
Ros. I shall deuise something: but I pray you commend my counterfeiting to him: will you goe?
Exeunt.