ACT III SCENE IV | The forest. | |
[Enter ROSALIND and CELIA] |
ROSALIND | Never talk to me; I will weep. |
CELIA | Do, I prithee; but yet have the grace to consider |
| that tears do not become a man. |
ROSALIND | But have I not cause to weep? |
CELIA | As good cause as one would desire; therefore weep. |
ROSALIND | His very hair is of the dissembling colour. |
CELIA | Something browner than Judas's marry, his kisses are |
| Judas's own children. |
ROSALIND | I' faith, his hair is of a good colour. |
CELIA | An excellent colour: your chestnut was ever the only colour. | 10 |
ROSALIND | And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the touch |
| of holy bread. |
CELIA | He hath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana: a nun |
| of winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously; |
| the very ice of chastity is in them. |
ROSALIND | But why did he swear he would come this morning, and |
| comes not? |
CELIA | Nay, certainly, there is no truth in him. | 20 |
ROSALIND | Do you think so? |
CELIA | Yes; I think he is not a pick-purse nor a |
| horse-stealer, but for his verity in love, I do |
| think him as concave as a covered goblet or a |
| worm-eaten nut. |
ROSALIND | Not true in love? |
CELIA | Yes, when he is in; but I think he is not in. |
ROSALIND | You have heard him swear downright he was. |
CELIA | 'Was' is not 'is:' besides, the oath of a lover is |
| no stronger than the word of a tapster; they are |
| both the confirmer of false reckonings. He attends |
| here in the forest on the duke your father. | 31 |
ROSALIND | 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 laughed and let me go. |
| But what talk we of fathers, when there is such a |
| man as Orlando? |
CELIA | 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 puisny 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? | 42 |
[Enter CORIN] |
CORIN | Mistress and master, you have oft inquired |
| After the shepherd that complain'd of love, |
| Who you saw sitting by me on the turf, |
| Praising the proud disdainful shepherdess |
| That was his mistress. |
CELIA | Well, and what of him? |
CORIN | 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, | 50 |
| Go hence a little and I shall conduct you, |
| If you will mark it. |
ROSALIND | O, come, let us remove: |
| The sight of lovers feedeth those in love. |
| Bring us to this sight, and you shall say |
| I'll prove a busy actor in their play. |
[Exeunt] |