Act the Third
Scene I The Woods Near the Castle of Marsilius
Enter Orlando attired like a madman.
Orl. Woods, trees, leaves; leaves, trees, woods; tria sequuntur tria.—Ho, Minerva! salve, good-morrow; how do you to-day? Tell me, sweet goddess, will Jove send Mercury to Calypso, to let me go? will he? why, then, he’s a gentleman, every hair o’ the head on him.—But, ho, Orgalio! where art thou, boy?
Enter Orgalio.
Org. Here, my lord: did you call me?
Orl. No, nor name thee.
Org. Then God be with you. [Proffers to go in.
Orl. Nay, prithee, good Orgalio, stay:
Canst thou not tell me what to say?
Org. No, by my troth.
Orl. O, this it is; Angelica is dead.
Org. Why, then, she shall be buried.
Orl. But my Angelica is dead.
Org. Why, it may be so.
Orl. But she’s dead and buried.
Org. Ay, I think so.
Orl. Nothing but “I think so,” and “It may be so!” [Beats him.
Org. What do ye mean, my lord?
Orl. Why, shall I tell you that my love is dead, and can ye not weep for her?
Org. Yes, yes, my lord, I will.
Orl. Well, do so, then. Orgalio.
Org. My lord?
Orl. Angelica is dead. [Orgalio cries.] Ah, poor slave! so, cry no more now.
Org. Nay, I have quickly done.
Orl. Orgalio.
Org. My lord?
Orl. Medor’s Angelica is dead. [Orgalio cries, and Orlando beats him again.
Org. Why do ye beat me, my lord?
Orl. Why, slave, wilt thou weep for Medor’s Angelica? thou must laugh for her.
Org. Laugh! yes, I’ll laugh all day, an you will.
Orl. Orgalio.
Org. My lord?
Orl. Medor’s Angelica is dead.
Org. Ha, ha, ha, ha!
Orl. So, ’tis well now.
Org. Nay, this is easier than the other was.
Orl. Now away! seek the herb moly;155 for I must to hell, to seek for Medor and Angelica.
Org. I know not the herb moly, i’faith.
Orl. Come, I’ll lead ye to it by the ears.
Org. ’Tis here, my lord, ’tis here.
Orl. ’Tis indeed. Now to Charon, bid him dress his boat, for he had never such a passenger.
Org. Shall I tell him your name?
Orl. No, then he will be afraid, and not be at home. [Exit Orgalio.
Enter Tom and Ralph.
Tom. Sirrah Ralph, an thou’lt go with me, I’ll let thee see the bravest madman that ever thou sawest.
Ralph. Sirrah Tom, I believe ’twas he that was at our town a’ Sunday: I’ll tell thee what he did, sirrah. He came to our house, when all our folks were gone to church, and there was nobody at home but I, and I was turning of the spit, and he comes in, and bade me fetch him some drink. Now, I went and fetched him some; and ere I came again, by my troth, he ran away with the roast-meat, spit and all, and so we had nothing but porridge to dinner.
Tom. By my troth, that was brave: but, sirrah, he did so course the boys, last Sunday; and if ye call him madman, he’ll run after you, and tickle your ribs so with his flap of leather that he hath, as it passeth.156 [They spy Orlando.
Ralph. O, Tom, look where he is! call him madman.
Tom. Madman, madman.
Ralph. Madman, madman.
Orl. What say’st thou, villain? [Beats them.
So, now you shall be both my soldiers.
Tom. Your soldiers! we shall have a mad captain, then.
Orl. You must fight against Medor.
Ralph. Yes, let me alone with him for a bloody nose.
Orl. Come, then, and I will give you weapons straight. [Exeunt.