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Rof. I' faith, his hair is of a good colour.
Cel. An excellent colour: your chesnut was ever the only colour.
Ros. And his kissing is, as full of sandity, as the touch of holy beard.
Cel. He hath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana ; a nun of Winter's lifterhood kisses not more religioully; the very ice of chastity is in them.
Rof. But why did he swear he would come this morning, and comes not?
Cel. Nay, certainly, there is no truth in him.
Cél. 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 cover'd goblet, or a worm-eaten nut.
Ros. Not true in love ?
Cel. Was, is not is; besides, the oath of a lover is no ftronger than the word of a tapster; they are both the confirmers of false reckonings; he attends here in the Forest on the Duke
Father. 'Rof. I met the Duke yesterday, and had much question with him : he askt me, of what parentage
I was; I told him, of as good as he; fo 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 gaths, and breaks them bravely, quite travers, athwart the heart of his lover; as a puisny tilter, that spurs his horse but 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 malter, you have oft enquired After the shepherd that complain'd of love ;
Whom you saw fitting by me on the turf,
Cel. Well, and what of him?
Cor. If you will see a pageant truly plaid,
Roj. O come, let us remove;
Changes to another part of the Foreft.
Enter Silvius and Phebe.
love me not; but say not so
Enter Rosalind, Celia and Corin.
And if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill thee:
Sil. O dear Phebe,
Phebe. But 'till that time, Come not thou near me, and when that time comes, Amiê me with thy mocks, pity me not; As, 'till that time, I shall not pity thee. Rof. And why, I pray you? who might be your
mother, That you insult, exult, and rail, 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: odds, my little life! 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.
* the power of fancy,] i. e. the Arms of Love: As Poets talk of the Darts of Cupid in the Eyes of their Mistresses. D 3
You foolish Shepherd, wherefore do you follow her
'Tis such fools as you,
Phe. Sweetyouth, I pray you chide a yeartogether; I had rather hear you chide, than this man woo.
Rof. He's fallen in love with your foulness, and ihe'll fall in love with my anger.-If it be so, as fast as she answers thee, with frowning looks, I'll sauce her with bitter words. Why look you fo upon me? Phe. For no ill will I bear
you. Rof. I pray you, do not fall in love with me; For I am faller 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; shepherdefs, look on him better, And be not proud; tho' all the world could see, None could be so abus'd in fight as he. Come, to our flock. [Exeunt Ros. Cel. and Corin.
Phe. Deed shepherd, now I find thy Saw of might; Who ever loy'd, that lov'd not at first fight ?
Sil. Sweet Phebe !
If you do forrow at my grief in love,
Phe. Thou haft my love; is not that neighbourly?
yet it is not, that I bear thee love;
Sil. So holy and so perfe& is my love,
reaps : loose now and then A scatter'd smile, and that I'll live upon. Phe. Know'st thou the youth, that spoke to me usc
Phe. Think not, I love him, tho' I ask for him ;
he's tall; His leg is but fo so, and yet 'tis well; There was a pretty redness in his lip, little riper, and more lusty red