| 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] |