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Ros. Not true in love ?
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?
Cor. Mistress, and master, you have oft inquired
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,
Ros. O, come, let us remove ;
Another part of the Forest. Enter SILVIUS, and
Enter ROSALIND, Celia, and Corin,
620 That eyes,--that are the frail'st and softest things,
Who shut their coward gates on atomies,
Sil. O dear Phebe,
Phe. But, 'till that time,
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 ?
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!
700 Were both extermin’d.
Phe. Thou hast my love; Is not that neighbourly?
Phe. Why, that were covetousness,