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._