_Orlando._ To fight with. (_Bowing._) Second Lieutenant O. de Boys; gazetted This very morning to the Fifth Battalion The Arden Foresters--and at your service. My men await me. Fare you well, fair ladies. [_Exit._ _Rosalind_ (_sighing_). Celia, my dear, I've made a fool of myself _again_. _Celia._ It looks like it. You're always so hasty. _Rosalind_ (_casually_). I wonder where the Fifth Battalion is training? _Celia._ Somewhere in the Forest, I expect. _Rosalind._ Alas, what danger will it be to us Maids as we are to travel forth so far! _Celia._ I'll put myself into a Red Cross dress. _Rosalind._ I do not like the Red Cross uniform. _Celia._ You could be photographed ten times a day: "_The Lady Rosalind a Red Cross Nurse_." _Rosalind._ I like it not. Nay, I will be a Scout. _Celia._ What shall I call thee when thou art a Scout? _Rosalind._ I'll have no worse a name than Archibald. The Boy Scout Archibald. And what of you? _Celia._ Something that hath a reference to my state; No longer Celia now, but Helia. _Rosalind._ Help! ACT II. _An open place in the Forest._ _A Voice._ Platoon! Properly at ease there, blank you! 'TN-SHUN! DIS-MISS! _Enter_ Amiens, Jaques _and others_. _Amiens._ SONG. It's a long way to Tipperary, It's a long way to go; It's a long way to Tipperary, To the sweetest girl I know ... (_et-cetera._) _Jaques._ More, more, I prithee, more. _Amiens._ It will make you melancholy, Corporal Jaques. _Jaques._ I want to be melancholy. Any man would be melancholy when his officer's moustache falls off on parade. _Amiens._ A white one too--a regular Landsturmer. And yet he's not an _old_ man, Corporal. _Jaques._ Ay, it's a melancholy business. Come, warble. _Amiens._ SONG. Who doth all comfort shun And hates the blooming sun, Eating what he can get And sleeping in the wet, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he learn To right-about-turn In winter and rough weather. _Jaques_ (_getting up_). A melancholy business. Amiens, my lad, I feel the old weakness coming over me. _Amiens_ (_alarmed_). You're going to recite, Corporal? _Jaques._ Yes, I'm going to recite. (_Sighs._) _Amiens._ Fight against it, Corporal, fight against it! It didn't matter in the old civilian days, long ago; but think if it suddenly seized you when we were going into action! _Jaques._ I know, I know. I've often thought of it. But when once it gets hold of me----(_Pleadingly_) This will only be a very little one, Amiens.... H'r'm! All the world's at war And all the men are learning to be soldiers: They have their exits-- (_Bugle_) Dammit, there goes mine. [_Exit hurriedly, followed by the others._ _Enter_ Rosalind _and_ Celia.