| ORLANDO: | I do desire that we be better strangers. |
| JACQUES: | I pray you, mar no more trees with writing love-songs in their barks. |
| ORLANDO: | I pray you, mar no more of my verses with reading them ill-favouredly. |
| JACQUES: | Rosalind is your love's name? |
| ORLANDO: | Yes, just. |
| JACQUES: | I do not like her name. |
| ORLANDO: | There was no thought of pleasing you when was christened. |