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Duke S. If that you were the good sir Rowland’s | That lov'd your father: The residue of your son,

fortune, As you have whisper'd faithfully, you were : Go to my cave and tell me.-Good old man, And as mine eye doth his effigies witness

Thou art right welcome as thy master is ; Most truly limn'd, and living in your face, Support him by the arm.-Give me your hand, Be truly welcome hither : I am the duke, And let me all your fortunes understand. [Eseunt.

ACT III.

SCENE I. - A Room in the Palace. of the sun : That he, that hath learned no wit by

nature nor art, may complain of good breeding, or Enter Duxz FREDERICK, OLIVER, Lords, and comes of a very dull kindred. Attendants.

Touch. Such a one is a natural philosopher. Duke F. Not see him since? Sir, sir, that can

Wast ever in court, shepherd ? not be:

Cor. No, truly. But were I not the better part made mercy,

Touch. Then thou art damn'd. I saould not seek an absent argument

Cor. Nay, I hope, Of my revenge, thou present : But look to it; Touch. Truly, thou art damn'd; like an ill-roasted Find out thy brother, wheresoe'er he is :

egg, all on one side. Stek him with candle; bring him dead or living,

Cor. For not being at court? Your rea

reason. Within this twelvemonth, or turn thou no more

Touch. Why, if thou never wast at court, thou To seek a living in our territory.

never saw'st good manners; if thou never saw'st Tag lands, and all things that thou dost call thine,

good manners, then thy manners must be wicked ; Werth seizure, do we seize into our hands;

and wickedness is sin, and sin is damnation : Thou Till thou canst quit thee by thy brother's mouth,

art in a parlous state, shepherd. Of what we think against thee.

Cor. Not a whit, Touchstone: those, that are Oli. O, that your highness knew my heart in this! good manners at the court, are as ridiculous in the I never lor'd my brother in my life.

country, as the behaviour of the country is most Drake F. More villain thou. – Well, push him mockable at the court. You told me, you salute out or doors;

not at the court, but you kiss your hands; that And let my officers of such a nature

courtesy would be uncleanly, if courtiers were shep

herds. Make an extent upon his house and lands: Do this expediently, and turn him going. (Ereunt.

Touch. Instance, briefly; come, instance.

Cor. Why, we are still handling our ewes; and SCENE II. - The Forest.

their fells, you know, are greasy.

Touch. Why, do not your courtier's hands sweat? Enter ORLANDO, with a paper.

and is not the grease of a mutton as wholesome as Or. Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love: the sweat of a man? Shallow, shallow : A better And, thou, thrice-crowned queen of night, survey instance, I say; come. With the chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above,

Cor. Besides, our hands are hard. Thy huntress' name, that my full life doth sway.

Touch. Your lips will feel them the sooner. O Rosalind! these trees shall be my books,

Shallow, again : A more sounder instance, come. And in their barks my thoughts I'll character ;

Cor. And they are often tarr'd over with the That every eye, which in this forest looks,

surgery of our sheep; And would you have us Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where. kiss tar? The courtier's hands are perfumed with Run, rus, Orlando; carve, on every tree,

civet. The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. (Exit. Touch. Most shallow man! Thou worms-meat,

in respect of a good piece of Alesk: Indeed! - Learn Enter Corix and TOUCHSTONE.

of the wise, and perpend : Civet is of a baser birth Ca. And how like you this shepherd's life, mas- than tar ; the very uncleanly flux of a cat. Mend ta Touchstone?

the instance, shepherd. Tack. Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a Cor. You have too courtly a wit for me; I'll rest. good life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, Touch. Wilt thou rest damn'd? God help thee, it is naught. In respect that it is solitary, I like it shallow man! God make incision in thee! thou art very well; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now in respect it is in the fields, it Cor. Sir, I am a true labourer ; I earn that I eat, pleaseth me well; but in respect it is not in the get that I wear; owe no man hate, envy no man's Suurt, it is tedious. As it is a spare life, look you, happiness; glad of other men's good, content with it fits my humour well; but as there is no more my harm : and the greatest of my pride is, to see plenty in it, it goes much against my stomach. Hast my ewes graze, and my lambs suck. my philosophiy in thee, shepherd ?

Touch. That is another simple sin in you ; to Car. No more, but that I know, the more one bring the ewes and the rams together, and to offer sickens, the worse at ease he is; and that he that to get your living by the copulation of cattle : to be tants money, means, and content, is without three bawd to a bell-wether; and to betray a she-lamb of good friends : - That the property of rain is to wet, a twelvemonth, to a crooked-pated, old cuckoldly and fire to burn : That good pasture makes fat ram, out of all reasonable match. If thou be'st kesep; and that a great cause of the night, is lack not damn'd for this, the

devil himself will have no

raw.

shepherds; I cannot see else how thou shouldst Atalanta's better part ; 'scape.

Sad Lucretia's modesty.
Cor. Here comes young master Ganymede, my Thus Rosalind of many parts
new mistress's brother.

By heavenly synod was devis'd,
Enter ROSALIND, reading a paper.

Of many faces, eyes, and hearts,

To have the touches dearest priz'd. Ros. From the east to western Ind,

Heaven would that she these gifts should have,
No jewel u like Rosalind.

And I to live and die her slave.
Her worth, being mounted on the wind,
Through all the world bears Rosalind.

Ros. O most gentle Jupiter!-- what tedious ho-
All the pictures, fairest lin'd,

mily of love have you wearied your parishioners Are but black to Rosalind.

withal, and never cry'd, Have patience, good people ! Let no face be kept in mind,

Cel. How now! back friends ; — Shepherd, go But the fair of Rosalind.

off a little : - Go with him, sirrah. Touch. I'll rhyme you so, eight years together; able retreat ; though not with bag and baggage, yet

Touch. Come, shepherd, let us make an honourdinners, and suppers, and sleeping hours excepted : with scrip and scrippage. it is the right butter woman's rank to market.

(Exeunt CORIN and TOUCHSTONE. Ros. Out, fool!

Cel. Didst thou hear these verses ? Touch. For a taste :

Ros. O, yes, I heard them all, and more too; for If a hart do lack a hind,

some of them had in them more feet than the verses Let him seek out Rosalind.

would bear. If the cat will after kind,

Cel. That's no matter ; the feet might bear the So, be sure, wilt Rosalind.

verses. Winter-garments must be lin'd,

Ros. Ay, but the feet were lame, and could not So must slender Rosalind.

bear themselves without the verse, and therefore They that reap, must sheaf and bind; stood lamely in the verse. Then to cart with Rosalind.

Cel. But didst thou hear, without wondering how Sweetest nut hath sowrest rind,

thy name should be hang'd and carved upon these Such a nut is Rosalind.

trees? He that sweetest Rose will find,

Ros. I was seven of the nine days out of the Must find love's prick, and Rosalind. wonder, before you came ; for look here what I This is the very false gallop of verses; Why do you since Pythagoras' time, that I was an Irish rat,

found on a palm-tree: I was never so be-rhymed infect yourself with them ?

which I can hardly remember. Ros. Peace, you dull fool ; I found them on a

Cel. Trow you, who hath done this?

Ros. Is it a man?
Touch. Truly, the tree yields bad fruit.
Ros. I'll graif it with you, and then I shall graff neck: Change you colour?

Cel. And a chain, that you once wore, about his it with a medlar : then it will be the earliest fruit

Ros. I pr'ythec, who? in the country : for you'll be rotten e'er you be

Cel. O lord, lord ! it is a hard matter for friends half ripe, and that's the right virtue of the medlar. Touch. You have said ; but whether wisely or no, earthquakes, and so encounter.

to meet; but mountains may be removed with let the forest judge.

Ros. Nay, but who is it?
Enter Celia, reading a paper.

Cel. Is it possible ?

Ros. Nay, 1 pray. thee now, with most petitionary Ros. Peace!

vehemence, tell me who it is. Here comes my sister, reading ; stand aside.

Cel. O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful Cel. Why should this desert silent be?

wonderful, and yet again wonderful, and after that For it is unpeopled? No ;

out of all whooping ! Tongues ru hang on every tree,

Ros. Good my complexion ! dost thou tluuk, That shall civil sayings show :

though I am caparison'd like a man, I have a doubSome, how brief the life of man

let and hose in my disposition? One inch of delay Runs his erring pilgrimage ;

more is a South-sca-off

' discovery. I pr’ythee, tell That the stretching of a span

me, who is it? quickly, and speak apace : I would Buckles in his sum of age.

thou couldst stammer, that thou might'st pour this Some, of violated vows

concealed inan out of thy mouth, as wine comes out 'Twirt the souls of friend and friend : of a narrow-mouth'd bottle; either too nuuch at once, But upon the fairest boughs,

or none at all. I pr’ythec take the cork out of thy Or at every sentence' end,

moutli, thin I may drink thy tidings. Will I Rosalinda write :

Cel. So you may put a man in your belly. Teaching all that read, to know

Ros. Is he of God's making? What manner of The quintessence of every sporite

man? Is his lead worth a hat, or his cbin worth a Heaven would in little show.

beard?
Therefore heaven nature charg'd

Cel. Nay, he hath but a little beard.
That onc body should be fuld

Ros. Why, God will send more, if the man will
With all graces wide enlarg'd :

be thankful let me stay the growth of his board, if Nature presently distilla

tbou delay me nor the knowledge of liis chin. Helen's cheek, but not her heart;

Cel. It is young Orlando ; that tripp'd up the Cleopatra's majesty;

wrestler's heels, and your leart, both in an instant.

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Re. Nay, but the devil take mocking ; speak sad and we two will rail against our mistress the world, brow, and true maid.

and all our misery. Ca. l'faith, coz, 'tis he.

Orl. I will chide no breather in the world, but Has. Orlando?

myself; against whom I know most faults. Cd. Orlando.

Jaq. The worst fault you have, is to be in love. Ras. Alas the day! what shall I do with my Orl. 'Tis a fault I will not change for your best deublet and hose? - What did he when thou saws't virtue. I am weary of you. kia? What said he? How look'd he? Wherein Jaq. By my troth, I was seeking for a fool, when Fuit he? What makes he here? Did he ask for I found you. me? Where remains he? How parted he with thee? Orl. He is drown’d in the brook ; look but in, ad when shalt thou see him again? Answer me in and you shall see him. ode word.

Jaq. There shall I see mine own figure. Cd. You must borrow me Garagantua's mouth Orl. Which I take to be either a fool, or a cypher. frst: 'tis a word too great for any mouth of this Jaq. I'll tarry no longer with you ; farewell, good a's size: To say, ay, and no, to these particulars, signior love. is more than to answer in a catechism.

Orl. I am glad of your departure; adieu, good Res. But doth he know that I am in this forest, monsieur melancholy. and in man's apparel ? Looks he as freshly as he did

[Exit JAQUES. Celia and ROSALINE the day he wrestled ?

come forward. Cl. It is as easy to count atomies, as to resolve Ros. I will speak to him like a saucy lacquey, the propositions of a lover :— but take a taste of my and under that habit play the knave with him. koding him, and relish it with a good observance. Do you hear, forester? I found luim under a tree, like a dropp'd acorn. Orl. Very well; what would you ? Res. It may well be call's Jove's tree, when it

Ros. I pray you, what is't a clock? crops forth such fruit.

Orl. You should ask me, what time o'day ; there's Cd. Give me audience, good madam.

no clock in the forest. Ras Proceed.

Ros. Then there's no true lover in the forest; Cd. There lay he, stretch'd along, like a wounded else sighing every minute, and groaning every hour, knight.

would detect the lazy foot of time, as well as a Ris. Though it be pity to see such a sight, it well clock. becarnes the ground.

Orl. And why not the swift foot of time? had not Cd. Cry, holla! to thy tongue, I pr'ythee ; it that been as proper ? currets very unseasonably. He was furnish'd like Ros. By no means, sir : Time travels in divers a hunter.

paces with divers persons : tell you who time Ros, O ominous ! he comes to kill my heart. ambles withal, who time truts withal, who time

Cd. I would sing my song without a burden : gallops withal, and who he stands still withal. thou bring'st me out of tune.

Orl. I pr’ythee, who doth he trot withal? R. Do you not know I am a woman? when I Ros. Marry, he trots hard with a young maid, think, I must speak. Sweet, say on.

between the contract of her marriage, and the day Enter ORLANDO and JAQUES.

it is solemnized; if the interim be but a se'nnight,

time's pace is so hard that it seems the length of CL. You bring me out:-Soft! comes he not here? seven years. Ras 'Tis he, slink by, and note him.

Orl. Who ambles time withal? (Celia and Rosalind retire. Ros. With a priest that lacks Latin, and a rich Jer. I thank you for your company; but, good man that hath not the gout: for the one sleeps faith, I had as lief have been myself alone.

easily, because he cannot study ; and the other lives 9. And so had I; but yet, for fashion sake, I merrily, because he feels no pain : the one lacking thank you too for your society:

the burden of lean and wasteful learning, he other kup. God be with you , let's meet as little as we knowing no burden of heavy tedious penury: These

time aibles withal. Ost. I do desire we may be better strangers. Orl. Who doth he gallop withal?

Jar. I pray you, mar no more trees with writing Ros. With a thief to the gallows : for though he lore-songs in their barks.

go as softly as foot can fall, he thinks himself too 08. I pray you, mar no more of my verses with

soon there, reading them ill-favouredly.

Orl. Who stays it still withal ? Jaę. Rosalind is your love's name?

Ros. With lawyers in the vacation : for they sleep O. Yes just.

between term and term, and then they perceive not Jaz. I do not like her name.

how time moves. ort. There was no thought of pleasing you, when Orl. Where dwell you, pretty youth ? stee was christen'd.

Ros. With this shepherdess, my sister ; here in Jag. What stature is she of?

the skirts of the forest, like fringe upon a pettiOrl. Just as high as my heart.

Jaq. You are full of pretty answers : Have you Orl. Are you native of this place ? Det been acquainted with goldsmiths' wives, and Ros. As the coney, that you see dwell where she can'd tem out of rings?

is kindled. Ori. Not so; but I answer you right painted Orl. Your accent is something finer than you cloth, from whence you have studied your ques-could purchase in so removed a dwelling. tions.

Ros. I have been told so of many: but, indeed, Jaq. You have a nimble wit; I think it was made an old religious uncle of mine taught me to speak, of Atalanta's heels. Will you sit down with me? who was in his youth an in-land man; one that

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knew courtship too well, for there he fell in love. the most part cattle of this colour : would now like I have heard him read many lectures against it; and him, now loath him; then entertain him, then for, I thank God, I am not a woman, to be touch'd with swear him; now weep for him, then spit at him ; so many giddy offences as he hath generally tax'd that I drave my suitor from his mad humour of love, their whole sex withal.

to a living humour of madness; which was, to forOrl. Can you remember any of the principal evils swear the full stream of the world, and to live in a that he laid to the charge of women ?

nook merely monastick: And thus I cured him; Ros. There were none principal ; they were all and this way will I take upon me to wash your liver like one another, as half-pence are: every one fault as clean as a sound sheep's heart, that there shall not seeming monstrous, till his fellow fault came to be one spot of love in't. match it.

Orl. I would not be cured, youth. Orl. I pr’ythee, recount some of them.

Ros. I would cure you, if you would but call me Ros. No; I will not cast away my physick, but Rosalind, and come every day to my cote, and woo me. on those that are sick. There is a man haunts the Orl. Now, by the faith of my love, I will; tell forest, that abuses our young plants with carving me where it is. Rosalind on their barks; hangs odes upon haw- Ros. Go with me to it, and I'll show it you: and, thorns, and elegies on brambles; all, forsooth, by the way, you shall tell me where in the forest you deifying the name of Rosalind : if I could meet live: Will you go? that fancy-monger, I would give him some good Orl. With all

my heart, good youth. counsel, for he seems to have the quotidian of love Ros. Nay, you must call me Rosalind : - Come, upon him.

sister, will you go?

(Exeunt. Orl. I am he that is so love-shaked; I pray you, tell me your remedy.

SCENE III. Ros. There is none of my uncle's marks upon you : he taught me how to know a man in love;

Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY; JAQUES at a in which cage of rushes, I am sure you are not

distance, observing them. prisoner.

Touch. Come apace, good Audrey ; I will fetch Orl. What were his marks?

up your goats, Audrey: And how, Audrey ? am I Ros. A lean cheek ; which you have not: a blue the man yet? Doth my simple feature content you? eye, and sunken ; which you have not: an unques- Aud. Your features! Lord warrant us! what tionable spirit ; which you have not: a beard neg- features ? lected; which you have not : but I pardon you for Touch. I am here with thee and thy goats, as the that ; for, simply, your having in beard is a younger most capricious poet, honest Ovid, was among the brother's revenue : - - Then your hose should be un- Goths. garter'd, your bonnet unbanded, your sleeve unbot- Jaq. O knowledge ill-inhabited ! worse than Jove toned, your shoe untied, and every thing about you in a thatch'd house !

(Aside. demonstrating a careless desolation. But you are Touch. When a man's verses cannot be underno such man ; you are rather point-device in your stood, nor a man's good wit seconded with the foraccoutrements; as loving yourself, than seeming ward child, understanding, it strikes a man more the lover of any other.

dead than a great reckoning in a little room :Orl. Fair youth, I would I could make thee be- Truly, I would the gods had made thee poetical. lieve I love.

Aud. I do not know what poetical is; Is it Ros. Me believe it ? you may as soon make her honest in deed, and word ? Is it a true thing? that you love believe it; which, I warrant, she is Touch. No, truly; for the truest poetry is the apter to do, than to confess she does ; that is one of most feigning; and lovers are given to poetry; and the points in the which women still give the lie to what they swear in poetry, may be said, as lovers, their consciences. But, in good sooth, are you he they do feign. that hany; the verses on the trees, wherein Rosalind Aud. Do you wish then, that the gods had made is so adn bred ?

me poetical ? Orl. I swear to thee, youth, by the white hand of Touch. I do, truly, for thou swear'st to me, thou Rosalind, I am that he, that unfortunate he. art honest; now, if thou wert a poet, I might have

Ros. But are you so much in love as your rhymes some hope thou didst feign. speak?

Aud. Would you not have me honest ? Orl. Neither rhyme nor reason can express how Touch. No, truly, unless thou wert hard-favour'd: much.

for honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey & Ros. Love is merely a madness ; and, I tell you, sauce to sugar. deserves as well a dark house and a whip, as mad- Jag. A material fool!

[Aside. men do: and the reason why they are not so pu- Aud. Well, I am not fair ; and therefore I pray nished and cured, is, that the lunacy is so ordinary, the gods make me lionest ! that the whippers are in love too : Yet I profess Touch. Truly, and to cast away honesty upon curing it by counsel.

foul slut, were to put good meat into an unclean dish. Orl. Did you ever cure any so?

Aud. I am not a slut, though I thank the gods I Ros. Yes, one; and in this inanner. He was to

am foul, imagine me his love, his mistress; and I set him Touch. Well, praised be the gods for thy foulness! every day to woo me: At which time would I, sluttishness may come hercafter. But be it as it being but a moonish youth, grieve, be effeminate, may be, I will marry thee, and to that end, I have changeable, longing, and liking; proud, fantastical, been with Sir Oliver Mar-text, the vicar of the nest apishi

, shallow, inconstant, full of tears, full of village ; who hath promised to meet ine in this place smiles ; for every passion something, and for no of the forest, and to couple us, passion truly any thing, as boys and women are for Jaq. I would fain see this meeting,

(Aside

nut.

Aut. Well, the gods give us joy!

Cel. Do, I pry'thee; but yet have the grace to Teack. Amen. A man may, if he were of a fear- consider, that tears do not become a man. A beart, stagger in this attempt; for here we have Ros. But have I not cause to weep? se temple but the wood, no assembly but horn- Cel. As good cause as one would desire ; therebeasts. But what though? Courage! As horns are fore weep. does, they are necessary. It is said, - Many a Ros. His very hair is of the dissembling colour. man knows no end of his goods : right; inany a Cel. Something browner than Judas's: marry, 23 has good horns, and knows no end of them. his kisses are Judas's own children, Tiell, that is the dowry of his wife ; 'tis none of his Ros. I'faith, his hair is of a good colour. wa getting. Horns? Even so : Poor men Cel. An excellent colour : your chesnut was ever alone? No, no; the noblest deer hath them as the only colour. tage as the rascal, Is the single man therefore Ros. And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the blessed ? No: as a wall'd town is more worthier touch of holy bread. than a village, so is the forehead of a married man Cel. He hath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana : more honourable than the bare brow of a bachelor : a nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more reand by how much defence is better than no skill, by ligiously; the very ice of chastity is in them. puch is a horn more precious than to want, Ros. "But why did he swear lie would come this

morning, and comes not? Enter Sir Oliver MAR-TEIT.

Cel. Nay, certainly, there is no truth in him. Here comes sir Oliver :- Sir Oliver Mar-text, you Ros. Do you think so ? ve well met: Will you despatch us here under this Cel. Yes: I think he is not a pick-purse, nor a tree, or shall we go with you to your chapel ? horse-stealer; but for his verity in love, I do think

Sir Ok. Is there none here to give the woman ? him as concave as a cover'd goblet, or a worm-eaten Touch. I will not take her on gift of any man.

& O. Truly, she must be given, or the mar- Ros. Not true in love? riage is not lawful.

Cel. Yes, when he is in; but, I think he is not in. Ja. Discovering himself. ] Proceed, proceed; I'll Ros. You have heard him swear downright, he was. give her.

Cel. Was is not is: besides the oath of a lover Teck. Good even, 'good master What ye call : is no stronger than the word of a tapster ; they are How do you, sir? You are very well met: God'ild both the contirmers of false reckonings : He attends you for your last company: I am very glad to see bere in the forest on the duke your father. you:- Even a toy in hand here, sir : - Nay; pray, Ros. I met the duke yesterday, and had much be cover'd.

question with him ; He asked me, of what parentage Ing. Will you be married, motley?

I was ; I told him, of as good as he; so he laugli'd Truck. As the ox hath his bow, sir, the horse his and let me go. But what talk we of fathers, when curb, and the faulcon her bells, so man hath his de there is such a man as Orlando? sires; and as pigeons bill, so wedlock would be Cel. O, that's a brave man! he writes brave obbliag.

verses, speaks brave words, swears brave oaths, and Jeg. And will you, being a man of your breeding, breaks them bravely, quite traverse, athwart the be married under a bush, like a beggar? Get you heart of his lover; as a puny tilter, that spurs luis b durch, and have a good priest that can tell you horse but on one side, breaks his stuff like a noble what marriage is: this fellow will but join you to- goose: but all's brave, that youth mounts, and fully gether as they join wainscot : then one of you will guides :- Who comes here? prove a shrunk pannel, and, like green timber, warp,

Enter Corin. warp.

Touch. I am not in the mind but I were better Cor. Mistress, and master, you have oft enquired b be married of him than of another : for he is not After the shepherd that complain'd of love ; like to marry me well; and not being well married, Who you saw situing by me on the turf, it will be a good excuse for me hereafter to leave my Praising the proud disdainful shepherdess wife.

[ Aside. That was his mistress. Jaq. Go thou with me, and let me counsel thee. Cel,

Well, and what of him? Touch. Come, sweet Audrey ;

Cor. If you will see a pageant truly play'd, We must be married, or we must live in bawdry.

Between the pale complexion of true love, Farewell, good master Oliver !

And the red glow of scorn and proud disdain,

Go hence a little, and I shall conduct you,
Not - sweet Oliver,
O brave Oliver,

If you will mark it.
Ros.

0, come let us remove :
Leave me not behi' thee;
But — Wind away,

The sight of lovers feedeth those in love: –
Begone I say,
Bring us unto this sight, and you shall say,

[Exeunt. I will not to wedding wi' thee.

I'll prove a busy actor in their play. (Eseunt Jaques, TOUCHSTONE, and AUDREY.

SCENE V. - Another part of the Forest. Sir Oli. 'Tis no matter; ne'er a fantastical knave

Enter Silvius and PHEBE. of them all shall fout me out of my calling. (Exit. Si. Sweet Phebe, do not scorn me; do not,

Phebe :
SCENE IV. - The same. Before a Cottage. Say, that you love me not; but say not so
Enter ROSALIND and CELIA.

In bitterness: The common executioner,
Ros. Never talk to me, I will weep.

Whose heart the accustom'd sight of death makes hard,

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