By my troth, I was seeking for a fool when I found you.
Orl: He is drowned in the brook, look but in and you shall see him.
Jaq: There I shall see mine own figure.
Orl: Which I take to be either a fool or a cipher.

“With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.”

“For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.”

“Parece natural en la vejez excedernos en la desconfianza, igual que es propio d…”

“I wish you all the joy that you can wish.”