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As You Like It

Act III, Scene 5

Another part of the forest.
 
[Enter SILVIUS and PHEBE]
 
SILVIUS
              ,    2    ,      ,         ,        ,
      Sweet* Phe|be do not | scorn me,| do not | Phebe
       ,               ,        ,         ,         ,
      Say that | you love | me not,| but say | not so
           x      ,          ,        ,   ,  2
      In bitter|ness; the | common | exe|cutioner,
              ,        2   ,          ,      .   T     T     T
      Whose^heart | the accust|omed sight | of death makes hard
        T    T   .   T      ,         ,         ,
      Falls not the axe | upon | the hum|bled neck,
       .    T     T    T        ,          ,       ,
      But first begs pard|on: will | you stern|er be
            ,          ,          ,          ,       ,
      Than he | that dies | and lives | by blood|y drops?
 
[Enter ROSALIND, CELIA, and CORIN, behind]
 
PHEBE
          ,          ,        ,   ,     ,
      I would | not be | thy ex|ecu|tioner,
         ,           ,        ,          ,        ,
      I fly | thee, for | I would | not in|jure thee:
              ,          ,          ,      ,         ,
      Thou tellst | me there | is murd|er in | mine^eye,
             ,       ,         ,      ,    ,
      'Tis pret|ty sure,| and ver|y prob|able,
             ,          ,           ,            ,         ,
      That eyes | that are | the frailst,| and soft|est things,
            ,           ,        ,         ,    ,
      Who shut | their cow|ard gates | on at|omies,
                     ,    ,          ,          ,     ,
      Should be / called ty|rants, butch|ers, murd|erers.
          ,        ,          ,          ,         ,
      Now^I | do frown | on thee | with all | my heart,
           ,          ,          ,      ,     2         ,
      And if | mine eyes | can wound,| now let them | kill thee:
            ,       ,         ,          ,           ,
      Now count|erfeit | to swoon,| why now | fall^down,
          ,          ,           ,         ,           ,
      Or if | thou canst | not,^oh | for shame,| for shame,
       T   T    .  T           ,          ,     ,
      Lie not, to say | mine^eyes | are murd|erers:
             ,          ,           ,           ,         ,
      Now* show | the wound | mine eye | hath made | in thee,
         ,            ,            ,          ,         ,
      Scratch thee | but with | a pin,| and there | remains
        ,    ,              ,          ,        ,
      Some scar / of it:| lean but | upon | a rush
           ,     ,          ,    ,          x
      The cic|atrice | and cap|able | impressure
            ,          ,        ,          ,           ,
      Thy palm | some mom|ent keeps:| but now | mine eyes
            ,          ,      ,           ,          ,
      Which^I | have dart|ed at | thee, hurt | thee not,
          ,        ,           ,        ,          ,
      Nor I | am sure,| there is | no force | in eyes
            ,         ,
      That can | do hurt.
 
SILVIUS
                          T   T   T  __
                          O dear Phe|be,
          ,      ,         ,     ,         ,
      If ev|er (as | that ev|er may | be near)
            ,     .   T    T     T           x         ,     ->
      You meet | in some fresh cheek | the power | of fan||cy,
        ,         2      ,           ,        ,     ,
      Then | shall you know | the wounds | invis|ible
              ,           ,        ,
      That love's | keen^ar|rows make.
 
PHEBE
                                             ,           ,
                                       But till | that time
            ,           ,         ,                  ,    ,
      Come^not | thou near | me: and | when that / time comes,
          ,          ,          ,      ,         ,
      Afflict | me with | thy mocks,| pity | me not,
           ,           ,        ,          ,      ,
      As till | that time | I shall | not pit|y thee.
 
ROSALIND
           ,        ,          ,           ,          ,     ->
      And why | I pray | you? Who | might be | your moth||er
        ,       2    ,     ,           ,         ,
      That | you insult,| exult,| and all | at once
       ,  2         ,         ,        2        ,         ,
      Over the | wretched?| What though you | have no | beauty
          ,        ,        ,         ,        ,
      As by | my faith,| I see | no more | in you
             ,        ,      ,         ,        ,
      Than with|out cand|le may | go dark | to bed:
            ,         ,          ,          ,     ,
      Must you | be there|fore proud | and pit|iless?
            ,      ,           ,             ,        ,
      Why what | means this?| Why do | you look | on me?
         ,           x      ,      2          ,    ,    2->
      I see | no more in | you than in | the ord|ina||ry
          ,          ,     T     T    .   T        ,
      Of nat|ure's sale-|work? 'Od's my* lit|tle life,
          ,           ,           x      T   T   T
      I think | she means | to tangle | my eyes too:
       T   T     T      ,           ,         ,   2
      No faith proud | mistress,| hope not | after it,
            ,          ,      ,            ,            ,
      'Tis not | your ink|y brows,| your black | silk^hair,
             x      T   T     T           ,          ,
      Your bugle | eyeballs, nor | your cheek | of cream
            ,        ,          x       ,          ,
      That can | entame | my spirits | to your | worship:
            ,        ,          ,     ,    2       ,    2
      You fool|ish shep|herd, where|fore do you | follow her
        T    Tx    T      ,               ,          ,
      Like foggy south,| puffing | with wind | and rain,
       ,            ,         ,         ,   2    ,
      You are | a thous|and times | a prop|erer man
            ,       ,        ,      T    T    .  T
      Than she | a wom|an. 'Tis | such fools as you
             ,           ,         2    ,    ,          ,
      That makes | the world | full^of ill-|favored | children:
            ,          ,          ,           ,        ,
      'Tis not | her glass,| but you | that flat|ters her,
           ,        ,          ,         ,            x
      And out | of you | she sees | herself | more proper
            ,    ,         x     ,             x
      Than an|y of | her line|aments | can show her:
            ,          ,          ,      ,              ,
      But mist|ress, know | yourself:| down on | your knees
       .    T     Tx      T                  ,    ,     ,
      And thank heaven, fast|ing, for a // good man's love;
          ,          ,           ,       ,         ,
      For I | must tell | you friend|ly in | your ear,
        ,              ,       2     ,         ,      ,
      Sell when | you can,| you are not | for all | markets:
       T   .   T   T        ,           ,          x
      Cry the man mer|cy, love | him, take | his offer,
        T   .   T    T      2     ,        ,         x
      Foul is most foul,| being foul | to be | a scoffer.
           ,         ,          ,          ,          ,
      So take | her to | thee shep|herd, fare | you well.
 
PHEBE
              ,        ,        ,       ,       x
      Sweet youth, I pray you chide a year together, ????
       2      ,             ,    ,            ,         ,
      I had rath|er hear / you chide,| than this | man^woo.
 
ROSALIND
              x          ,           ,      ,               ,
      He's fallen | in love | with your | foulness,| and she'll
          2     ,          ,    ,        3  3    ,        x
      Fall^in love | with my | anger.| If it be so,| as fast
        2     ,         ,           ,         ,            ,
      As she ans|wers thee | with frown|ing looks,| I'll sauce
       ,           Tx     T     T      ,         ,     ,     ->
      Her with | bitter words: Why | look you | so u||pon me?
 
PHEBE
           ,    T    T  T     ,
      For no | ill will I | bear you.
 
ROSALIND
          ,         ,         ,         ,          ,
      I pray | you do | not fall | in love | with me,
          ,       ,               ,    ,         ,
      For I | am fal|ser than / vows made | in wine:
          ,         ,         ,      3   3       ,         ,
      Besides,| I like | you not:| If you will know | my house,
        ,    2        ,        ,         T    T   T
      'Tis at the | tuft of | olives,| here hard by:
                  ,  ,         ,        ,          ,
      Will you / go sis|ter? Shep|herd ply | her hard:
       __     ,         ,    2        ,              x
      Come | sister:| Shepherdess,| look on | him better
           ,         ,             ,          ,            ,
      And be | not proud,| though all | the world | could see,
        ,              ,      ,          ,         ,
      None could | be so | abused | in sight | as he.
        ,              ,
      Come, to | our flock.  \\
 
[Exeunt ROSALIND, CELIA and CORIN]
 
PHEBE
        ,    ,                 ,         ,         ,
      Dead Shep/herd, now^|I find | thy saw | of might,
           ,      ,            ,      T   .   T     T
      Who ev|er loved,| that loved | not at first sight?
 
SILVIUS
             ,
      Sweet Phe|be.
 
PHEBE
                     ,          ,           ,     ,
                    Ha:| what sayst | thou Sil|vius?
 
SILVIUS
             ,      ,     ,
      Sweet Phe|be pi|ty me.  \\
 
PHEBE
       ,   2      ,       ,          ,        ,  2
      Why I am | sorry | for thee | gentle | Silvius.
 
SILVIUS
          ,      ,       ,       ,           ,
      Wherev|er sor|row is,| relief | would be:
          ,        ,       ,        ,          ,
      If you | do sor|row at | my grief | in love,
          ,        ,          ,        ,         ,
      By giv|ing love | your sor|row, and | my grief
             ,       ,      ,
      Were both | exter|mined.  \\
 
PHEBE
             ,         ,        ,           ,       ,
      Thou hast | my love.| is not | that neigh|borly?
 
SILVIUS
          ,           ,
      I would | have you.
 
PHEBE
                               ,          ,    2    ,
                         Why that | were cov|etousness:
       ,  2           ,     ,            ,       ,
      Silvius,| the time | was that | I hat|ed thee;
           ,             ,     ,        ,           ,
      And yet | it is / not, that | I bear | thee love,
            ,            ,            ,         ,         ,
      But since | that thou | canst^talk | of love | so well,
            ,    ,           ,         ,        ,      2->
      Thy comp|any,| which erst | was irk|some to || me
          ,        ,          ,        ,          ,
      I will | endure;| and I'll | employ | thee too:
           ,         ,          ,       ,      ,
      But do | not look | for furth|er rec|ompense
                    ,    ,          ,          ,         ,
      Than thine / own glad|ness, that | thou art | employed.
 
SILVIUS
          ,      ,         ,       ,        ,
      So ho|ly, and | so perf|ect is | my love,
          ,        ,       ,     ,        ,
      And I | in such | a pov|erty | of grace,
           ,           ,              ,    ,    2     ,
      That I | shall think | it a / most plen|teous crop
           ,           ,       ,     ,           ,
      To glean | the brok|en ears | after | the man
                   ,    ,        ,       T    T   .    T
      That the / main harv|est reaps:| loose now and then
          ,          ,           ,           ,      ,
      A scat|tered smile,| and that | I'll live | upon.
 
PHEBE
              ,          ,            ,         ,         ,
      Knowst^now | the youth | that spoke | to me | *erewhile?
 
SILVIUS
       T   Tx    T        ,         ,         ,
      Not very well,| but I | have met | him oft,
           ,           ,          ,        ,           ,
      And he | hath bought | the cot|tage and | the bounds
                  ,    ,       ,          ,      ,
      That the / old carl|ot once | was mast|er of.
 
PHEBE
        T    T  T     ,           ,        ,     2
      Think not I | love him,| though I | ask for him,
            ,        ,       ,     T   .   T     T
      'Tis but | a peev|ish boy,| yet he talks well,
            ,         ,         ,            ,         ,
      But what | care^I | for words?| Yet* words | do^well
            ,           ,            ,        ,            ,
      When he | that speaks | them pleas|es those | that hear:
          ,       ,       ,      T   Tx    Tx
      It is | a pret|ty youth,| not very pretty,
            ,           ,          ,          ,            x
      But sure | he's proud,| and yet | his pride | becomes him;
              ,        ,      ,          ,      ,          ,
      He'll make | a prop|er man:| the best | thing in || him
            ,        ,            ,     3    3       ,
      Is | his com|plexion:| and fas|ter than his tongue
            ,        ,          ,          ,        ,
      Did make | offense,| his eye | did heal | it up:
        2    ,     Tx    T    T       2      ,            ,
      He is not | very tall, yet | for his years | he's tall:
           ,     .  T   T  T        ,          ,
      His leg | is but so-so,| and yet |'tis well:
             ,        ,      ,        ,        ,
      There was | a pret|ty red|ness in | his lip,
         ,       ,       ,           ,     ,
      A lit|tle rip|er, and | more lust|y red
             ,      ,     2        ,              ,          ,
      Than that | mixed in his | cheek: 'twas | just the | difference
          ,           ,        ,            x     ,
      Between | the const|ant red,| and mingled^|damask.
             ,         ,      ,    2    ,            ,         2->
      There be | some wom|en Sil|vius, had | they marked || him
           ,           ,  ,                   ,    ,
      In parc|els as / I did,| would have / gone near
           ,         ,          ,               ,   ,
      To fall | in love | with him:| but for / my part
          ,         ,          ,         ,         ,
      I love | him not,| nor hate | him not:| and yet
       2       ,      ,          ,          ,         ,
      I have more | cause to | hate him | than to | love him,
            ,         ,       ,        ,         ,
      For what | had he | to do | to chide | at me?
           ,           ,           ,                ,    ,
      He said | mine eyes | were black,| and my / hair black,
           ,       ,      ,            ,          ,
      And now | I am | remem|bered, scorned | at me:
          ,      ,       ,         ,       ,
      I marv|el why | I ans|wered not | again,
       .     T    T   T      ,       2    ,     ,
      But that's all one:| omit|tance is no | quittance:
             ,         ,       ,      ,          x
      I'll write | to him | a ver|y taunt|ing letter,
            ,            ,          ,          ,     ,
      And thou | shalt bear | it, wilt | thou Sil|vius?
 
SILVIUS
       ,            ,         ,
      Phebe,| with all | my heart.
 
PHEBE
                                         ,            ,
                                  I'll write | it straight:
           ,         ,        ,         ,        ,
      The mat|ter's in | my head,| and in | my heart,
          ,        ,          x            ,        ,
      I will | be bit|ter with him,| and pass|ing short;
       T   T   T    ,    __
      Go with me | Silvi|us.  \\
 
[Exeunt]

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