Jaques: Rosalind is your love’s name?
Orlando: Yes, just.
Jaques: I do not like her name.
Orlando: There was no thought of pleasing you when she was christened.
Jaques: The worst fault you have is to be in love.
Orlando: ‘Tis a fault I will not change for your best virtue.
Jaques: By my troth, I was seeking for a fool when I found you.
Orlando: He is drowned in the brook. Look but in and you shall see him.
Jaques: There I shall see mine own figure.
Orlando: Which I take to be either a fool, or a cipher.
Jaques: I’ll tarry no longer with you. Farewell good Signior Love.
Orlando: I am glad of your departure. Adieu good Monsieur Melancholy.