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my wife.

like to marry me well; and not being well married, it will be a good excuse for me hereafter to leave

Aside.
Jaq. Go thou with me, and let me counsel thee.
Touch. Come, sweet Audrey ;
Farewell, good master Oliver!
Not O sweet Oliver,

O brave Oliver,
Leave me not behi’ thee;
But - Wind

away,
Begone, I say,
I will not to wedding wi' thee.

[Exeunt JAQ. Touch. and AUDREY. Sir Oli. 'Tis no matter ; ne'er fantastical knave of them all shall flout me out of my calling. [Exit.

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SCENE IV.

Before a Cottage.

Enter ROSALIND and CELIA. Ros. Never talk to me, I will weep.

Cel. Do, I pr’ythee; but yet have the grace to consider, that tears do not become a man. Ros. But have I not cause to weep? Cel. As good cause as one would desire; there

fore weep:

Ros. Why did he swear he would come this morn. ing, and comes not? Cel. Nay certainly, there is no truth in him. Ros. Do

you

think so ? - Cel. 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 wormeaten nut.

Ros. Not true in love ?
Cel. Yes, when he is in ; but, I think he is not in.

Ros. You have heard him swear downright, he

was.

and let me go.

Cel. Was is not is : besides, the oath of lover is no stronger than the word of a tapster; they are both the confirmers of false reckonings: He attends here in the forest on the duke

your

father. Ros. 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 laugh’d,

But what talk we of fathers, when there is isuch a man as Orlando?

Cel. 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 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. Cor. Mistress, and master, you have oft enquired 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.
Cel.

Well, and what of him?
Cor. 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,
Go hence a little, and I shall conduct you,
If
you

will mark it. Ros.

0, come, let us remove; The sight of lovers feedeth those in love: Bring us unto this sight, and you shall say I'll prove a busy actor in their play, [Exeunt.

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Enter SILVIUS and PHEBE.
Sil. Sweet Phebe, do not scorn me; do not,

Phebe:
Say, that you love me not; but say not so
In bitterness : The common executioner,
Whose heart the accustom’d sight of death makes

hard,
Falls not the axe upon the humbled neck,
But first begs pardon: Will you sterner be
Than he that dies and lives by bloody drops ?

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heart;

Enter ROSALIND, CELIA, and CORIN, at a

distance.
Phe. I would not be thy executioner;
I fly thee, for I would not injure thee.
Thou tell'st me, there is murder in mine

eye: 'Tis pretty, sure, and very probable,

- that are the frail'st and softest things,
Who shut their coward gates on atomies,
Should be call'd tyrants, butchers, murderers !
Now I do frown on thee with all

my
And, if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill

thee;
Now counterfeit to swoon; why now fall down;
Or, if thou canst not, 0, for shame, for shame,
Lie not, to say mine eyes are murderers.
Now show the wound mine eye hath made in thee :
Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remains
Some scar of it; lean but upon a rush,
The cicatrice and capable impressure
Thy palm some moment keeps : but now mine eyes,
Which I have darted at thee, hurt thee not;.

Nor, I am sure, there is no force in eyes
That can do hurt.
Sil.

O dear Phebe,
If ever, (as that ever may be near,)
You meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy',
Then shall

you

know the wounds invisible That love's keen arrows make. Phe.

But, till that time, Come not thou near me ; and, wher: that time comes, Afflict me with thy mocks, pity me not; As, till that time, I shall not pity thee. Ros. And why, I pray you ? [Advancing.] Who

might be your mother, That you

insult, exult, and all at once, Over the wretched ? What though you have more

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 : Od's

my

little life! I think, she means to tangle my 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. You foolish shepherd, wherefore do you follow her, Like foggy south, puffing with wind and rain ? You are a thousand times a properer man, Than she a woman: 'Tis such fools as you, That make the world full of ill-favour'd children 'Tis not her glass, but you, that flatters her ; And out of you she sees herself more proper, Than any

of her lineaments can show her. But, mistress, know yourself; down on your knees, And thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love :

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For I must tell you friendly in your ear, -
Sell when you can ; you are not for all markets ;
Cry, the man mercy; love him ; take his offer ;
Foul is most foul, being foul to be a scoffer,
So take her to thee, shepherd ;- fare you well.
Phe. Sweet youth, I pray you chide a year to-

gether;
I had rather hear you chide, than this man woo.

Ros. He's fallen in love with her foulness, and she'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 so

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Phe. For no ill will I bear you.

Ros. I pray you, do not fall in love with me,
For I am falser 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: Shepherdess, look on him better,
And be not proud: though all the world could see,
None could be so abus'd in sight as he.
Come, to our flock.

[Exeunt ROSALIND, Celia, and CORIN. Phe. Dead shepherd ! now I find thy saw of might; Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight?

Sil. Sweet Phebe,
Phe.

Ha! what say'st thou, Silvius?
Sil. Sweet Phebe, pity me.
Phe. Why, I am sorry for thee, gentle Silvius.

Sil. Wherever sorrow is, relief would be ;
If you do sorrow at my grief in love,
By giving love, your sorrow and my grief
Were both extermin'd.
Phe. Thou hast my love: Is not that neigh-

bourly?
Sil. I would have you.
Phe.

Why, that were covetousness. Silvius, the time was, that I hated thee;

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