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.