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Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: David Bevington
Peer Reviewed

As You Like It (Modern)


[3.4]
Enter Rosalind and Celia.
1710Rosalind 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; 1715therefore weep.
Rosalind His very hair is of the dissembling color.
Celia Something browner than Judas's. Marry, his kisses are Judas's own children.
1720Rosalind I'faith, his hair is of a good color.
Celia An excellent color. Your chestnut was ever the only color.
Rosalind And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the touch of holy bread.
1725Celia 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?
1730Celia Nay, certainly, there is no truth in him.
Rosalind Do you think so?
Celia Yes. I think he is not a pickpurse 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.
1735Rosalind 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 1740confirmer of false reckonings. He attends 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. 1745But what talk we of fathers, when there is such a man as Orlando?
Celia Oh, 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, 1750as 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?
Enter Corin.
Corin Mistress and master, you have oft inquired
1755After the shepherd that complained 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?
1760Corin If you will see a pageant truly played
Between the pale complexion of true love
And the red glow of scorn and proud disdain,
Go hence a little, and I shall conduct you,
If you will mark it.
1765Rosalind
Oh, 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.