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The forest.
[Enter ROSALIND and CELIA]
ROSALIND
Never talk to me, I will weep.
CELIA
Do I prithee, but yet have the grace to consider, that tears do not become a
man.
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ROSALIND
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But have | I not cause | to weep?
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As good | cause as | one would | desire,
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Therefore weep.
ROSALIND
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His ver|y hair
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Is of | the dissemb|ling col|or.
CELIA
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Something | browner | than Jud|as's:
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Marry his | kisses | are Jud|as's^own | children.
ROSALIND
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In faith,| his hair | is of | a good | color.
CELIA
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An ex|cellent col|or: \\
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Your chest|nut was | ever the | only | color:
ROSALIND
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And his kiss|ing is | as full | of sanc|tity,
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As the | touch of | holy | bread.|
CELIA
He hath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana: a nun of winter's sisterhood
kisses not more religiously, the very ice of chastity is in them.
ROSALIND
But why did he swear he would come this morning, and comes not?
CELIA
Nay certainly there is no truth in him.
ROSALIND
Do you think so?
CELIA
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 covered goblet, or a worm-eaten nut.
ROSALIND
Not true in love?
CELIA
Yes, when he is in, but I think he is not in.
ROSALIND
You have heard him swear downright he was.
CELIA
Was, is not is: besides, the oath of a lover is no stronger than the word of
a tapster, they are both the confirmer of false reckonings, He attends here
in the forest on the duke your father?
ROSALIND
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 laughed and let me
go. But what talk we of fathers, when there is such a man as Orlando?
CELIA
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 puisny 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]
CORIN
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Mistress | and mast|er, you | have oft | inquired
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After | the shep|herd that | complained | of
love,
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Who you | saw sit|ting by | me on | the turf,
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Praising | the proud | disdain|ful shep|herdess
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That was | his mist|ress.
CELIA
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Well:| and what | of him?
CORIN
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If you | will see | a page|ant tru|ly played
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Between | the pale | complex|ion of / true love,
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And the / red glow | of scorn | and proud |
disdain,
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Go* hence | a little,| and I | shall con/duct you
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If you | will mark it.
ROSALIND
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O come,| let us | remove,
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The sight | of lov|ers feed|eth those | in love:
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Bring us to | this sight,| and you | shall say
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I'll prove | a bus|y act|or in | their play.
[Exeunt]