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Phe. Sweet youth, I pray you chide a year together ; 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 upon me?
Phe. For no ill will I bear you.
do not fall in love with me,
[Exeunt ROSALIND, CELIA, and Corin. Phe. Dead shepherd !e now I find thy saw of might; Who ever lov'd that lov'd not at first sight?
Sil. Sweet Phebe,-
Ha! what say'st thou, Silvius?
Sil. Wherever sorrow is, relief would be;
Phe. Thou hast my love; Is not that neighbourly?
Why, that were covetousness.
though all the world could see, None could be so abus'd in sight as he.] Though all mankind could look on you, none could be so deceived as to think you beautiful but he.—Johnson.
e Dead shepherd!] This refers to Marlowe, from whose poem of Hero and Leander the subsequent line is taken.
Than thine own gladness that thou art employ’d.
Sil. So holy, and so perfect is my love, ,
Phe. Think not I love him, though I ask for him ;
carlot--] i.e. Peasunt, from carl or churl ; probably a word of Shakspeare's coinage.-Douce. 8 — a peevish boy :) Peevish, in ancient language, signifies weak, silly.
constant red and mingled damask.] The constant is uniform red.-Mingled damask, the silk of that name, on which, by a various direction of the threads, many lighter shades of the same colour are exhibited.-STEEVENS.
And, now I am remember'd, scorn'd at me;
Sil. Phebe, with all my heart.
I'll write it straight;
Scent 1.-The same.
Enter RoSALIND, CELIA, and JAQUES.
Jaq. I pr’ythee, pretty youth, let me be better acquainted with thee.
Ros. They say you are a melancholy fellow.
Ros. Those, that are in extremity of either, are abominable fellows; and betray themselves to every moderni censure, worse than drunkards.
Jaq. Why, 'tis good to be sad and say nothing.
Jaq. I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation ; nor the musician's, which is fantastical; nor the courtier's, which is proud; nor the soldier's, which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, which is politick; nor the lady's, which is nice ;k: nor the lover's which is all these : but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects : and, indeed, the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me, is a most humourous sadness.
Ros. A traveller !. By my faith, you have great reason to be sad: I fear you have sold your own lands, to see
modern]--in a sense now disused ; common, trivial, worthless.
- which is nice ;] i. e. Silly, trifling.
other men's; then, to have seen much, and to have nothing, is to have rich eyes and poor hands.
Jaq. Yes, I have gained my experience.
Ros. And your experience makes you sad: I had rather have a fool to make me merry, than experience to make me sad ; and to travel for it too.
Orl. Good day, and happiness, dear Rosalind !
Ros. Farewell, monsieur traveller : Look, you lisp, and wear strange suits; disablem all the benefits of your own country ; be out of love with your nativity, and almost chide God for making you that countenance you are; or I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola." [Exit Jaques]—Why, how now, Orlando! where have you been all this while ? You a lover ?-An you serve me such another trick, never come in my sight more.
Orl. My fair Rosalind, I come within an hour of my promise.
Ros. Break an hour's promise in love? He that will divide a minute into a thousand parts, and break but a part of the thousandth part of a minute in the affairs of love, it may be said of him, that Cupid hath clap'd him o'the shoulder, but I warrant him heart-whole.
Orl. Pardon me, dear Rosalind.
Ros. Nay, an you be so tardy, come no more in my sight; I had as lief be woo'd of a snail.
Orl. Of a snail?
Ros. Ay; of a snail; for though he comes slowly, he carries his house on his head; a better jointer I think, than you can make a woman : Besides, he brings his destiny with him.
Orl. What's that?
disable-]i. e. Undervalue.
swam in a gondola.] That is, been at Venice, the seat at the time of all licentiousness, where the young English gentlemen wasted their fortunes, debased their morals, and sometimes lost their religion.- Johnson.
beholden to your wives for : but he comes armed in his fortune, and prevents the slander of his wife.
Orl. Virtue is no horn-maker; and my Rosalind is virtuous. Ros. And I am your
Rosalind. Cel. It pleases him to call you so: but he hath a Rosalind of a better leer than you.
Ros. Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in a holiday humour, and like enough to consent: What would you say to me now, an I were your very very Rosalind? Orl. I would kiss, before I spoke.
Ros. Nay, you were better speak first; and when you were gravelled for lack of matter, you might take occasion to kiss. Very good orators, when they are out, they will spit; and for lovers, lacking (God warn us!) matter, the cleanest shift is to kiss.
Orl. How, if the kiss be denied ?
Ros. Then she puts you to entreaty, and there begins new matter.
Orl. Who could be out, being before his beloved mistress ?
Ros. Marry, that should you, if I were your mistress : or I should think my honesty ranker than my
wit. · Orl. What, of my suit?
Ros. Not out of your apparel, and yet out of your suit. Am not I your Rosalind ?
Orl. I take some joy to say you are, because I would be talking of her.
Ros. Well, in her person, I say, I will not have you. Orl. Then, in mine own person, I die.
Ros. No, faith, die by attorney. The poor world is almost six thousand years old, and in all this time, there was not any man died in his own person, videlicet, in a love-cause. Troilus had his brains dashed out with a Grecian club; yet he did what he could to die before ; and he is one of the patterns of love. Leander, he would have lived many a fair year, though Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night; for good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont,
leer-) i. e. Feature, complexion, or colour.