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- $Title{As You Like It: Act III, Scene IV}
- $Author{Shakespeare, William}
- $Subject{}
- $Log{Dramatis Personae*00950.txt}
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- Portions copyright (c) CMC ReSearch, Inc., 1989
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- The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
-
- AS YOU LIKE IT
-
-
- ACT III
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- SCENE IV: The forest.
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-
- {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 color.
-
- CELIA: Something browner than Judas's marry, his kisses are
- Judas's own children.
-
- ROSALIND: I' faith, his hair is of a good color.
-
- CELIA: An excellent color: your chestnut was ever the only 10
- color.
-
- 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?
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- CELIA: Nay, certainly, there is no truth in him.
-
- ROSALIND: Do you think so? 20
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- 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 30
- here in the forest on the duke your father.
-
- 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 40
- 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.}
-
- 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 50
- And the red glow of scorn and proud disdain,
- 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.]
-