Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY
We shall find a time, Audrey. Patience, gentle Audrey.
Faith, the priest was good enough, for all the old
A most wicked Sir Oliver, Audrey, a most vile Martext.
But, Audrey, there is a youth here in the forest lays claim to
Ay, I know who ’tis. He hath no interest in me in the world.
Here comes the man you mean.
It is meat and drink to me to see a clown. By my troth, we
that have good wits have much to answer for. We shall be
flouting. We cannot hold.
Good ev'n, Audrey.
God gi' good ev'n, William.
And good ev'n to you, sir.
15Good ev'n, gentle friend. Cover thy head, cover thy head.
Nay, prithee, be covered. How old are you, friend?