1710Ros. Neuer talke to me, I wil weepe.

1711Cel. Do I prethee, but yet haue the grace to consider,

1712that teares do not become a man.

1713Ros. But haue I not cause to weepe?

1714Cel. As good cause as one would desire,

1715Therefore weepe.

1716Ros. His very haire

1717Is of the dissembling colour.

1718Cel. Something browner then Iudasses:

1719Marrie his kisses are Iudasses owne children.

1720Ros. I'faith his haire is of a good colour.

1721Cel. An excellent colour:

1722Your Chessenut was euer the onely colour:

1723Ros. And his kissing is as ful of sanctitie,

1724As the touch of holy bread.

1725Cel. Hee hath bought a paire of cast lips of Diana: a

1726Nun of winters sisterhood kisses not more religiouslie,

1727the very yce of chastity is in them.

1728Rosa. But why did hee sweare hee would come this

1729morning, and comes not?

1730Cel. Nay certainly there is no truth in him.

1731Ros. Doe you thinke so?

1732Cel. Yes, I thinke he is not a picke purse, nor a horse-

1733stealer, but for his verity in loue, I doe thinke him as

1734concaue as a couered goblet, or a Worme-eaten nut.

1735Ros. Not true in loue?

1736Cel. Yes, when he is in, but I thinke he is not in.

1737Ros. You haue heard him sweare downright he was.

1738Cel. Was, is not is: besides, the oath of Louer is no

1739stronger then the word of a Tapster, they are both the

1740confirmer of false reckonings, he attends here in the for-

1741rest on the Duke your father.

1742Ros. I met the Duke yesterday, and had much que-

1743stion with him: he askt me of what parentage I was; I

1744told him of as good as he, so he laugh'd and let mee goe.

1745But what talke wee of Fathers, when there is such a man

1746as Orlando?

1747Cel. O that's a braue man, hee writes braue verses,

1748speakes braue words, sweares braue oathes, and breakes

1749them brauely, quite trauers athwart the heart of his lo-

1750uer, as a puisny Tilter, y^t spurs his horse but on one side,

1751breakes his staffe like a noble goose; but all's braue that

1752youth mounts, and folly guides: who comes heere?

1754Corin. Mistresse and Master, you haue oft enquired

1755After the Shepheard that complain'd of loue,

1756Who you saw sitting by me on the Turph,

1757Praising the proud disdainfull Shepherdesse

1758That was his Mistresse.

1759Cel. Well: and what of him?

1760Cor. If you will see a pageant truely plaid

1761Betweene the pale complexion of true Loue,

1762And the red glowe of scorne and prowd disdaine,

1763Goe hence a little, and I shall conduct you

1764If you will marke it.

1765Ros. O come, let vs remoue,

1766The sight of Louers feedeth those in loue:

1767Bring vs to this sight, and you shall say