I would not be cured, youth.
I don't want to be cured, youth.
Orlando · Act 3, Scene 2
Orlando refuses Rosalind's offer to cure him of love through her daily courtship lessons, insisting he wants to remain sick. The line defines his early character: he loves being in love more than being with anyone real. It is the moment that sets the play's task—to teach him that actual love requires him to give up the narcissism of romantic suffering and risk real presence.
Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do
Love is just madness, and, I tell you, it deserves a dark room and a whip just like madmen do
Rosalind · Act 3, Scene 2
Rosalind diagnoses love as a clinical disorder while preparing to cure Orlando by pretending to be his beloved. The line is darkly comic and deeply serious: she names love as dangerous, irrational, and universal. Her cure—making him speak plainly about his desire rather than poeticizing it—treats love not by suppressing it but by making it real, which is the play's entire ethical project.
Time travels in divers paces with divers persons.
Time moves at different speeds with different people.
Rosalind · Act 3, Scene 2
Rosalind offers this philosophical observation when Orlando complains there is no clock in the forest, then proceeds to catalog how time moves differently for lovers, priests, sick men, and lawyers. The line is the play's most elegant statement about subjectivity: that time is not objective but emotional, that our experience remakes the world. It explains why the forest, with no temporal constraint, becomes a place of transformation.