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Jaq. And will you, being a man of your breeding, be married under a bush, like a beggar? Get you to church, and have a good priest that can tell you what marriage is : this fellow will but join you together as they join wainscot; then one of panel, and, like green timber, warp, warp.
Touch. I am not in the mind but I were better to be married of him than of another; for he is not like to marry me well ; and not being well married, it will be a good excuse for me hereafter to leave my wife. [Aside.
Jaq. Go thou with me, and let me counsel thee.
Touch. Come, sweet Audrey ;
Not-0 sweet Oliver,
O brave Oliver,
Begone, I say,
[Exeunt JAQ., Touch., and AUDREY. Sir Oli. 'Tis no matter; ne'er a fantastical knave of them all shall flout me out of my calling. [Exit.
SCENE IV. The same. Before a Cottage.
Enter RoSALIND and CELIA. Ros. Never talk to me; I will weep.
Cel. Do, I pr’ythee ; but yet have the grace to consider, that tears do not become a man.
Ros. But have I not cause to weep?
1 The ballad of “O sweete Olyver, leave me not behind thee," and the answer to it, are entered on the Stationers' books in 1584 and 1586. Touchstone says I will sing—not that part of the ballad which says “Leave me not behind thee;" but that which says“ Begone, I say," probably part of the answer.
Ros. His very hair is of the dissembling color.
Cel. Something browner than Judas's. Marry, his kisses are Judas's own children.
Ros. l’faith, his hair is of a good color.
Cel. An excellent color ; your chestnut was ever the only color.
Ros. And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the touch of holy bread.
Cel. 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.
Ros. But why did he swear he would come this morning, and comes not ?
Cel. Nay, certainly, there is no truth in him.
Cel. Yes, I think he is not a pick-purse, nor a horsestealer ; but for his verity in love, I do think him as concave as a covered goblet, or a worm-eaten nut.
Ros. Not true in love ?
Cel. Was is not is. Besides, the oath of a lover is no stronger than the word of a tapster; they are both the confirmers of false reckonings. He attends here in the forest on the duke your father.
Ros. 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?
Cel. 0, 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 puny tilter, that spurs his horse but on one side, breaks his staff like a noble goose; but
1 Judas was constantly represented, in old paintings and tapestry, with red hair and beard.
& When the tilter, by unsteadiness or awkwardness, suffered his spear to be turned out of its direction, and to be broken across the body of his adversary, instead of by the push of the point, it was held very disgraceful.
3 i. e. mistress.
all's brave, that youth mounts, and folly guides.Who comes here?
Well, and what of him?
O, come, let us remove;
SCENE V. Another Part of the Forest.
Enter Silvius and PHEBE.
Sil. Sweet Phebe, do not scorn me; do not, Phebe. Say that you love me not; but say not so In bitterness. The common executioner, Whose heart the accustomed sight of death makes hard, Falls not the axe upon the humbled neck, But first begs pardon. Will you sterner be Than he that dies and livesby bloody drops ?
Enter ROSALIND, CELIA, and Corin, at a distance
Phe. I would not be thy executioner;
i.e. he who, to the very end of life, continues a common executioner.
'Tis pretty, sure, and very probable,
O dear Phebe,
But, till that time,
might be your mother, That you insult, exult, and all at once, Over the wretched ? What though you have no
beauty, (As, by my faith, I see no more in you Than without candle may go dark to bed,) Must you be therefore proud and pitiless ? Why, what means this? Why
Why do you look on me? I see no more in you, than in the ordinary Of nature's sale-work.-Od's my little life!
1 Capable is probably here used in the sense of susceptible, Some commentators proposed to substitute the word palpable.
I think she means to tangle my eyes too.
'Tis such fools as you,
Phe. Sweet youth, I pray you chide a year together;
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.
Ros. I pray you, do not fall in love with me,
1 That is, says Johnson, “ The ugly seem most ugly, when, though ugly, they are scoffers."
2 If all men could see you, none could be so deceived as to think you beautiful but he.
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