As You Like It: Act 3, Scene 4
Enter ROSALIND and CELIA.
1Never talk to me; I will weep.
2Do, I prithee; but yet have the grace to
3consider that tears do not become a man.
4But have I not cause to weep?
5As good cause as one would desire;
7His very hair is of the dissembling colour.
8Something browner than Judas's; marry,
9his kisses are Judas's own children.
10I' faith, his hair is of a good colour.
11An excellent colour: your chestnut
12was ever the only colour.
13And his kissing is as full of sanctity
14as the touch of holy bread.
15He hath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana:
16a nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more
17religiously; the very ice of chastity is in them.
18But why did he swear he would come this
19morning, and comes not?
20Nay, certainly, there is no truth in him.
21Do you think so?
22Yes; I think he is not a pick-purse nor a
23horse-stealer, but for his verity in love,
24I do think him as concave as a covered
25goblet or a worm-eaten nut.
26Not true in love?
27Yes, when he is in; but I think he is not in.
28You have heard him swear downright he
30'Was' is not 'is:' besides, the oath of a lover
31is no stronger than the word of a tapster;
32they are both the confirmer of false reckonings.
33He attends here in the forest on the duke your
35I met the duke yesterday and had much question
36with him: he asked me of what parentage I was;
37I told him, of as good as he; so he laughed and
38let me go. But what talk we of fathers, when
39there is such a man as Orlando?
40O, that's a brave man! he writes brave verses,
41speaks brave words, swears brave oaths and
42breaks them bravely, quite traverse, athwart
43the heart of his lover; as a puisny tilter, that
44spurs his horse but on one side, breaks his staff
45like a noble goose: but all's brave that youth
46mounts and folly guides. Who comes here?
47Mistress and master, you have oft inquired
48After the shepherd that complain'd of love,
49Who you saw sitting by me on the turf,
50Praising the proud disdainful shepherdess
51That was his mistress.
51Well, and what of him?
52If you will see a pageant truly play'd,
53Between the pale complexion of true love
54And the red glow of scorn and proud disdain,
55Go hence a little and I shall conduct you,
56If you will mark it.
56O, come, let us remove:
57The sight of lovers feedeth those in love.
58Bring us to this sight, and you shall say
59I'll prove a busy actor in their play.