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Another part of the forest.
[Enter SILVIUS and PHEBE]
SILVIUS
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Sweet* Phe|be do not | scorn me,| do not | Phebe
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Say that | you love | me not,| but say | not so
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In bitter|ness; the | common | exe|cutioner,
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Whose^heart | the accust|omed sight | of death
makes hard
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Falls not the axe | upon | the hum|bled neck,
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But first begs pard|on: will | you stern|er be
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Than he | that dies | and lives | by blood|y
drops?
[Enter ROSALIND, CELIA, and CORIN, behind]
PHEBE
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I would | not be | thy ex|ecu|tioner,
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I fly | thee, for | I would | not in|jure thee:
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Thou tellst | me there | is murd|er in |
mine^eye,
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'Tis pret|ty sure,| and ver|y prob|able,
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That eyes | that are | the frailst,| and soft|est
things,
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Who shut | their cow|ard gates | on at|omies,
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Should be / called ty|rants, butch|ers,
murd|erers.
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Now^I | do frown | on thee | with all | my heart,
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And if | mine eyes | can wound,| now let them |
kill thee:
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Now count|erfeit | to swoon,| why now |
fall^down,
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Or if | thou canst | not,^oh | for shame,| for
shame,
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Lie not, to say | mine^eyes | are murd|erers:
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Now* show | the wound | mine eye | hath made | in
thee,
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Scratch thee | but with | a pin,| and there |
remains
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Some scar / of it:| lean but | upon | a rush
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The cic|atrice | and cap|able | impressure
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Thy palm | some mom|ent keeps:| but now | mine
eyes
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Which^I | have dart|ed at | thee, hurt | thee
not,
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Nor I | am sure,| there is | no force | in eyes
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That can | do hurt.
SILVIUS
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O dear Phe|be,
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If ev|er (as | that ev|er may | be near)
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You meet | in some fresh cheek | the power | of
fan||cy,
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Then | shall you know | the wounds | invis|ible
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That love's | keen^ar|rows make.
PHEBE
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But till | that time
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Come^not | thou near | me: and | when that / time
comes,
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Afflict | me with | thy mocks,| pity | me not,
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As till | that time | I shall | not pit|y thee.
ROSALIND
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And why | I pray | you? Who | might be | your
moth||er
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That | you insult,| exult,| and all | at once
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Over the | wretched?| What though you | have no |
beauty
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As by | my faith,| I see | no more | in you
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Than with|out cand|le may | go dark | to bed:
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Must you | be there|fore proud | and pit|iless?
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Why what | means this?| Why do | you look | on
me?
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I see | no more in | you than in | the
ord|ina||ry
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Of nat|ure's sale-|work? 'Od's my* lit|tle life,
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I think | she means | to tangle | my eyes too:
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No faith proud | mistress,| hope not | after it,
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'Tis not | your ink|y brows,| your black |
silk^hair,
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Your bugle | eyeballs, nor | your cheek | of
cream
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That can | entame | my spirits | to your |
worship:
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You fool|ish shep|herd, where|fore do you |
follow her
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Like foggy south,| puffing | with wind | and
rain,
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You are | a thous|and times | a prop|erer man
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Than she | a wom|an. 'Tis | such fools as you
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That makes | the world | full^of ill-|favored |
children:
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'Tis not | her glass,| but you | that flat|ters
her,
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And out | of you | she sees | herself | more
proper
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Than an|y of | her line|aments | can show her:
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But mist|ress, know | yourself:| down on | your
knees
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And thank heaven, fast|ing, for a // good man's
love;
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For I | must tell | you friend|ly in | your ear,
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Sell when | you can,| you are not | for all |
markets:
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Cry the man mer|cy, love | him, take | his offer,
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Foul is most foul,| being foul | to be | a
scoffer.
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So take | her to | thee shep|herd, fare | you
well.
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Sweet youth, I pray you chide a year together,
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I had rath|er hear / you chide,| than this |
man^woo.
ROSALIND
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He's fallen | in love | with your | foulness,|
and she'll
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Fall^in love | with my | anger.| If it be so,| as
fast
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As she ans|wers thee | with frown|ing looks,|
I'll sauce
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Her with | bitter words: Why | look you | so
u||pon me?
PHEBE
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For no | ill will I | bear you.
ROSALIND
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I pray | you do | not fall | in love | with me,
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For I | am fal|ser than / vows made | in wine:
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Besides,| I like | you not:| If you will know |
my house,
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'Tis at the | tuft of | olives,| here hard by:
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Will you / go sis|ter? Shep|herd ply | her hard:
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Come | sister:| Shepherdess,| look on | him
better
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And be | not proud,| though all | the world |
could see,
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None could | be so | abused | in sight | as he.
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Come, to | our flock. \\
[Exeunt ROSALIND, CELIA and CORIN]
PHEBE
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Dead Shep/herd, now^|I find | thy saw | of might,
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Who ev|er loved,| that loved | not at first
sight?
SILVIUS
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Sweet Phe|be.
PHEBE
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Ha:| what sayst | thou Sil|vius?
SILVIUS
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Sweet Phe|be pi|ty me. \\
PHEBE
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Why I am | sorry | for thee | gentle | Silvius.
SILVIUS
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Wherev|er sor|row is,| relief | would be:
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If you | do sor|row at | my grief | in love,
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By giv|ing love | your sor|row, and | my grief
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Were both | exter|mined. \\
PHEBE
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Thou hast | my love.| is not | that neigh|borly?
SILVIUS
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I would | have you.
PHEBE
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Why that | were cov|etousness:
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Silvius,| the time | was that | I hat|ed thee;
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And yet | it is / not, that | I bear | thee love,
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But since | that thou | canst^talk | of love | so
well,
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Thy comp|any,| which erst | was irk|some to || me
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I will | endure;| and I'll | employ | thee too:
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But do | not look | for furth|er rec|ompense
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Than thine / own glad|ness, that | thou art |
employed.
SILVIUS
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So ho|ly, and | so perf|ect is | my love,
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And I | in such | a pov|erty | of grace,
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That I | shall think | it a / most plen|teous
crop
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To glean | the brok|en ears | after | the man
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That the / main harv|est reaps:| loose now and
then
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A scat|tered smile,| and that | I'll live | upon.
PHEBE
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Knowst^now | the youth | that spoke | to me |
*erewhile?
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Not very well,| but I | have met | him oft,
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And he | hath bought | the cot|tage and | the
bounds
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That the / old carl|ot once | was mast|er of.
PHEBE
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Think not I | love him,| though I | ask for him,
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'Tis but | a peev|ish boy,| yet he talks well,
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But what | care^I | for words?| Yet* words |
do^well
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When he | that speaks | them pleas|es those |
that hear:
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It is | a pret|ty youth,| not very pretty,
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But sure | he's proud,| and yet | his pride |
becomes him;
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He'll make | a prop|er man:| the best | thing in
|| him
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Is | his com|plexion:| and fas|ter than his
tongue
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Did make | offense,| his eye | did heal | it up:
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He is not | very tall, yet | for his years | he's
tall:
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His leg | is but so-so,| and yet |'tis well:
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There was | a pret|ty red|ness in | his lip,
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A lit|tle rip|er, and | more lust|y red
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Than that | mixed in his | cheek: 'twas | just
the | difference
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Between | the const|ant red,| and
mingled^|damask.
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There be | some wom|en Sil|vius, had | they
marked || him
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In parc|els as / I did,| would have / gone near
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To fall | in love | with him:| but for / my part
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I love | him not,| nor hate | him not:| and yet
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I have more | cause to | hate him | than to |
love him,
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For what | had he | to do | to chide | at me?
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He said | mine eyes | were black,| and my / hair
black,
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And now | I am | remem|bered, scorned | at me:
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I marv|el why | I ans|wered not | again,
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But that's all one:| omit|tance is no |
quittance:
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I'll write | to him | a ver|y taunt|ing letter,
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And thou | shalt bear | it, wilt | thou Sil|vius?
SILVIUS
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Phebe,| with all | my heart.
PHEBE
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I'll write | it straight:
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The mat|ter's in | my head,| and in | my heart,
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I will | be bit|ter with him,| and pass|ing
short;
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Go with me | Silvi|us. \\
[Exeunt]