I verily did think
That her old gloves were on, but ’twas her hands.
Rosalind is a stickler for punctuality. It doesn’t sit well with her when Orlando shows up an hour late to meet with her. She’s still in the guise of a man, by the way. But she agrees to overlook this if he’s prompt for their next get together. Turns out he’s late again but who should happen along but Oliver, with a bloody handkerchief and a fanciful story about how Orlando was attacked by a lion. Fortunately, the latter is still among the living. Must not have been that formidable of a lion, after all.