As You Like It: Act 3, Scene 4


           Enter ROSALIND and CELIA.

      
ROSALIND
  
1   Never talk to me; I will weep.

      CELIA
  
2   Do, I prithee; but yet have the grace to
  3   consider that tears do not become a man.

      ROSALIND
  
4   But have I not cause to weep?

      CELIA
  
5   As good cause as one would desire;
  6   therefore weep.

      ROSALIND
  
7   His very hair is of the dissembling colour.

      CELIA
  
8   Something browner than Judas's; marry,
  9   his kisses are Judas's own children.

      ROSALIND
 
10   I' faith, his hair is of a good colour.

      CELIA
 
11   An excellent colour: your chestnut
 12   was ever the only colour.

      ROSALIND
 
13   And his kissing is as full of sanctity
 14   as the touch of holy bread.

      CELIA
 
15   He hath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana:
 16   a nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more
 17   religiously; the very ice of chastity is in them.

      ROSALIND
 
18   But why did he swear he would come this
 19   morning, and comes not?

      CELIA
 
20   Nay, certainly, there is no truth in him.

      ROSALIND
 
21   Do you think so?

      CELIA
 
22   Yes; I think he is not a pick-purse nor a
 23   horse-stealer, but for his verity in love,
 24   I do think him as concave as a covered
 25   goblet or a worm-eaten nut.

      ROSALIND
 
26   Not true in love?

      CELIA
 
27   Yes, when he is in; but I think he is not in.

      ROSALIND
 
28   You have heard him swear downright he
 29   was.

      CELIA
 
30   'Was' is not 'is:' besides, the oath of a lover
 31   is no stronger than the word of a tapster;
 32   they are both the confirmer of false reckonings.
 33   He attends here in the forest on the duke your
 34   father.

      ROSALIND
 
35   I met the duke yesterday and had much question
 36   with him: he asked me of what parentage I was;
 37   I told him, of as good as he; so he laughed and
 38   let me go. But what talk we of fathers, when
 39   there is such a man as Orlando?

      CELIA
 
40   O, that's a brave man! he writes brave verses,
 41   speaks brave words, swears brave oaths and
 42   breaks them bravely, quite traverse, athwart
 43   the heart of his lover; as a puisny tilter, that
 44   spurs his horse but on one side, breaks his staff
 45   like a noble goose: but all's brave that youth
 46   mounts and folly guides. Who comes here?

           Enter CORIN.

      CORIN
 
47   Mistress and master, you have oft inquired
 48   After the shepherd that complain'd of love,
 49   Who you saw sitting by me on the turf,
 50   Praising the proud disdainful shepherdess
 51   That was his mistress.

      CELIA
 
51                                         Well, and what of him?

      CORIN
 
52   If you will see a pageant truly play'd,
 53   Between the pale complexion of true love
 54   And the red glow of scorn and proud disdain,
 55   Go hence a little and I shall conduct you,
 56   If you will mark it.

      ROSALIND
 
56                                     O, come, let us remove:
 57   The sight of lovers feedeth those in love.
 58   Bring us to this sight, and you shall say
 59   I'll prove a busy actor in their play.

           Exeunt.