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[dukes_daughter]

Rosalind cannot lie. Her boy's clothes do not seem to count as a lie (indeed, they are, in many ways, a greater truth than her gowns and veils), so she feels no compulsion to change them as she passes through the garden. She only feels an inexplicable sense of unease.

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[thinknotilove]

*hey, look, it's someone who would be devastated to learn that Rosalind has been lying to her! :D Phebe jumps up, beaming, when she sees Ganymede* Good youth!

[dukes_daughter]

*eek* --good Phebe!

[thinknotilove]

How dost thou, my friend?

[dukes_daughter]

I am well. And thee?

[thinknotilove]

O, very well! Yet I would we could be again in Arden.

[dukes_daughter]

Wouldst thou so? Wherefore?

[thinknotilove]

Why, I miss it, and my sheep. *and maybe that annoying guy who follows her everywhere* Dost not thou miss thy cottage and thy sister?

[dukes_daughter]

*smiles a little* Ay. I do miss Celia. *--wait, that's not right*

[thinknotilove]

Celia? *wibbles a little* Is she thy love?

[dukes_daughter]

Nay! None but my cousin and my dearest friend.

[thinknotilove]

Why, I knew not thou had'st a cousin.

[dukes_daughter]

That I do.

[thinknotilove]

*smiles* I should like to meet her.

[dukes_daughter]

But sure thou hast!

[thinknotilove]

*frowns* Have I?

[dukes_daughter]

Thou wouldst as Aliena know her. *claps a hand over her mouth* -- but I speak things I wish not to say. I must go.