_Org._ Then God be with you. [_Proffers to go in._
_Orl._ Nay, prithee, good Orgalio, stay: Canst thou not tell me what to say?
_Orl._ Nothing but "I think so," and "It may be so!" [_Beats him._
_Orl._ Why, shall I tell you that my love is dead, and can ye not weep for her?
_Orl._ Angelica is dead. [ORGALIO _cries._] Ah, poor slave! so, cry no more now.
_Orl._ Medor's Angelica is dead. [ORGALIO _cries, and_ ORLANDO _beats him again._
_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.
_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.
_Orl._ 'Tis indeed. Now to Charon, bid him dress his boat, for he had never such a passenger.
_Orl._ No, then he will be afraid, and not be at home. [_Exit_ ORGALIO.
_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.
_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.
_Ralph._ Yes, let me alone with him for a bloody nose.
_Orl._ Come, then, and I will give you weapons straight. [_Exeunt._
_Ang._ Thus causeless banish'd from thy native home, Here sit, Angelica, and rest a while, For to bewail the fortunes of thy love.
_Enter_ RODOMONT _and_ BRANDIMART, _with_ Soldiers.