had, of course, something to do with the frequency of these disguises. Here is a specimen of her wit (iii. 2). Orlando has evaded the page's question what o'clock it is, alleging that there are no clocks in the forest. "_Rosalind_. Then, there is no true lover in the forest; else sighing every minute, and groaning every hour, would detect the lazy foot of Time as well as a clock. "_Orlando_. And why not the swift foot of Time? had not that been as proper? "_Ros_. By no means, sir. Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I'll tell you, who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal. "_Orl_. I pr'ythee, who doth he trot withal? "_Ros_. Marry, he trots hard with a young maid, between the contract of her marriage, and the day it is solemnised: if the interim be but a se'nnight, Time's pace is so hard that it seems the length of seven years. "_Orl_. Who ambles Time withal? "_Ros_. With a priest that lacks Latin, and a rich man that hath not the gout; for the one sleeps easily, because he cannot study; and the other lives merrily, because he feels no pain.... "_Orl_. Who doth he gallop withal? "_Ros_. With a thief to the gallows; for though he go as softly as foot can fall, he thinks himself too soon there. "_Orl_. Who stays it still withal? "_Ros_. With lawyers in the vacation; for they sleep between term and term, and then they perceive not how Time moves." She is unrivalled in vivacity and inventiveness. In every answer she discovers gunpowder anew, and she knows how to use it to boot. She explains that she had an old uncle who warned her against love and women, and, from the vantage-ground of her doublet and hose, she declares-- "I thank God, I am not a woman, to be touched with so many giddy offences, as he hath generally taxed their whole sex withal. "_Orl_. Can you remember any of the principal evils that he laid to the charge of women? "_Ros_. There were none principal: they were all like one another, as half-pence are; every one fault seeming monstrous, till its fellow fault came to match it. "_Orl_. I pr'ythee, recount some of them. "_Ros_. No; I will not cast away my physic but on those that are sick. There is a man haunts the forest, that abuses our young plants with carving Rosalind on their barks; hangs odes upon hawthorns, and elegies on brambles; all, forsooth, deifying the name of Rosalind: if I could meet that fancy-monger, I would give him some good counsel, for he seems to have the quotidian of love upon him." Orlando admits that he is the culprit, and they are to meet daily that she may exorcise his passion. She bids him woo her in jest, as though she were indeed Rosalind, and answers (iv. I): "_Ros_. Well, in her person, I say--I will not have you.