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Ros. Not true in love ?
Cel. Yes, when he is in; but, I think, he is not in,
Ros. You have heard him swear downright, he


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Cel. Was, is not is: besides, the oath of a lover is no stronger than the word of a tapster; they are both the confirmers of false reck gs : He attends here in the forest on the duke your father,

582 Ros. I met the duke yesterday, and had much question with him : He asked me, of what parentage I was; I told him, of as good as he: so he laugh’d, and let me go. But what talk we of fathers, when there is such a man as Orlando?

Cel. O, that's a brave man! he writes brave verses, speaks brave words, swears brave oaths, and breaks them bravely, quite traverse, athwart the heart of his lover; as a puny tilter, that spurs his horse but on one side, breaks his staff like a noble goose : but all's brave, that youth mounts, and folly guides :- Who comes here?


Enter CORIN,

Cor. Mistress, and master, you have oft inquired
After the shepherd that complain'd of love ;
Whom you saw sitting by me on the turf,
Praising the proud disdainful shepherdess
That was his mistress.
Cel. Well, and what of him?

600 Cor. If you will see a pageant truly play'd, Between the pale complexion of true love


And the red glow of scorn and proud disdain,
Go hence a little, and I shall conduct you,
If you will mark it.

Ros. O, come, let us remove ;
The sight of lovers feedeth those in love :-
Bring us but to this sight, and you shail

I'll prove a busy actor in their play. [Exeunt.

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Another part of the Forest. Enter SILVIUS, and

Sil. Sweet Phebe, do not scorn me; do not,

Say, that you love me not; but say not so
In bitterness : The common executioner,
Whose heart the accustom'd sight of death makes

Falls not the axe upon the humbled neck,
But first begs pardon : Will you sterner be
Than he that dies and lives by bloody drops ?

Enter ROSALIND, Celia, and Corin,
Phe. I would not be thy executioner ;
I fly thee, for I would not injure thee.
Thou tell’st me, there is murder in mine eyes
• Tis pretty, sure, and very probable,

620 That eyes,--that are the frail'st and softest things,




Who shut their coward gates on atomies,
Should be call'd tyrants, butchers, murderers !
Now do I frown on thee with all my heart;
And, if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill thee :
Now counterfeit to swoon ; why now fall down;
Or, if thou can’st not, oh, for shame, for shame,
Lie not, to say mine eyes are murderers !
Now shew the wound mine eyes have made in thee :
Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remains 630
Some scar of it; lean but upon a rush,
The cicatrice and capable impressure
Thy palm some moment keeps : but now mine eyes,
Which I have darted at thee, hurt thee not;
Nor, I am sure, there is no force in eyes
That can do hurt.

Sil. O dear Phebe,
If ever (as that ever may be near)
You meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy,
Then shall you know the wounds invisible 640
That love's keen arrows make.

Phe. But, 'till that time,
Come not thou near me: and, when that time comes,
Afflict me with thy mocks, pity me not;
As, 'till that time, I shall not pity thee.
Ros. And why, I pray you ?-Who might be your


insult, exult, and all at once, Over the wretched? What though you have beauty (As, by my faith, I see no more in you Than without candle may go dark to bed),



Must you be therefore proud and pitiless ?
Why, what means this? Why do you look on me?
I see no more in you, than in the ordinary
Of nature's sale-work:--Od's, my little lifet
I think, she means to tangle mine eyes too:
No, 'faith proud mistress, hope not after it;
'Tis not your inky brows, your black-silk hair,
Your bugle eye-balls, nor your cheek of cream,
That can entame my spirits to your worship.-
You foolish shepherd, wherefore do you follow her
Like foggy south, puffing with wind and rain ? 661
You are a thousand tiines a preperer man,
Than she a woman: 'Tis such fools as you,
That make the world full of ill-favour'd children:
'Tis not her glass, but you, that flatters her;
And out of you she sees herself more proper,


of her lineaments can show her.. But, mistress, know yourself; down on your knees, And thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love : For I must tell you friendly in your ear,- 670 Sell when you can; you are not for all markets : Cry the man mercy; love him ; take his offer

r; Foul is most foul, being foul to be a scoffer. So, take her to thee, shepherd ;-fare you well.

Phe. Sweet youth, I pray you chide a year toge


I had rather hear you chide, than this man woo.

Ros. [ Aside.] He's fallen in love with her foulness, and she'll fall in love with my anger :-If it be so, as fast as she answers thee with frowning looks, I'N



sauce her with bitter words. —Why look you so upon me?

Phe. For, no ill will I bear you.

Ros. I pray you do not fall in love with me, For I am falser than vows made in wine : Besides, I like you not: If you will know my house, 'Tis at the tuft of olives, here hard by: Will you go, sister ?--Shepherd, ply her hard :Come, sister:--Shepherdess, look on him better, And be not proud: though all the world could see, None could be so abus'd in sight as he.

690 Come, to our flock. [Exeunt Ros. Cel. and CORIN.

Phe. Dead shepherd, now I find thy saw of might; Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight?

Sil. Sweet Phebe!
Phe. Hah! what say'st thou, Silvius ?
Sil. Sweet Phebe, pity me.
Phe. Why, I am sorry for thee, gentle Silvius.
Sil. Wherever sorrow is, relief would be :
If you do sorrow at my grief in love,
By giving love, your sorrow and my grief

700 Were both extermin’d.

Phe. Thou hast my love; Is not that neighbourly?
Sil. I would have you.

Phe. Why, that were covetousness,
Silvius, the time was, that I hated thee;
And yet it is not, that I bear thee love:
But since that thou canst talk of love so well,
Thy company, which erst was irksome to me,
I will endure; and I'll employ thee too :


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