You foolish shepherd! wherefore do you follow her, Sell when you can; you are not for all markets; I had rather hear you chide, than this man woo. Besides, I like you not: If you will know my house, "Tis at the tuft of olives, here, hard by: Will you go, sister ?-Shepherd, ply her hard: Come, sister:-Shepherdess, look on him better, And be not proud: though all the world could see, None could be so abus'd, in sight, as he. [Exeunt ROSALIND, CELIA, and CORIN. Phebe. Dead shepherd! now I find thy saw of might; Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight? Sylv. Sweet Phebe! Phebe. Hah! what sayest thou, Sylvius ? Phebe. Why, I am sorry for thee, gentle Sylvius. Than thine own gladness, that thou art employed. Phebe. Think not I love him, though I ask for him ; To fall in love with him: but, for my part, I love him not, nor hate him not; and yet I marvel when I answer'd not again: The matter's in my head, and in my heart: [Exeunt. SCENE III. The Forest. Enter ROSALIND and ORLANDO. Ros. 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 clapped him o'the shoulder, but I warrant him heartwhole. Orl. Pardon me, dear Rosalind! Ros. Nay, an you be so tardy, come no more in my sight; I had as lief be wooed 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 jointure, I think, than you can make a woman.-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 matter, the cleanliest 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. Am I not 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, and, being taken with the cramp, was drowned: and the foolish chroniclets of that age found it was-Hero, of Sestos. But these time, and are all lies; men have died from time to worms have eaten them, but not for love. Orl. I would not have my right Rosalind of this mind; for, I protest, her frown would kill me. Enter CELIA. Ros. By this hand, it will not kill a fly! But come, now I will be your Rosalind, in a more coming-on disposition; and, ask me what you will, I will grant it. Orl. Then love me, Rosalind. Ros. Yes, 'faith, will I, Fridays, and Saturdays, and all. Orl. And wilt thou have me? Ros. Ay, and twenty such. Ros. Why, then, can one desire too much of a good thing?-Come, sister, you shall be the priest, and mayry us. Give me your hand, Orlando :-What do you say, sister? Cel. I cannot say the words. Ros. You must begin-Will you, Orlando Cel. Go to:-Will you, Orlando, have to wife, this Rosalind? Orl. I will. Ros. Ay, but when? Orl. Why, now; as fast as she can marry us. Ros. Then you must say-I take thee, Rosalind, for wife. Orl. I take thee, Rosalind, for wife. Ros. Now, tell me, how long would you have her, after you have possessed her? Orl. For ever, and a day. Ros. Say, a day, without the ever: No, no, Orlando; men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, Ros. By my life, she will do as I do! Ros. Or else she could not have the wit to do this; the wiser, the waywarder: Make the doors upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the casement; shut that, and 'twill out at the key-hole; stop that, it will fly with the smoke out at the chimney. Orl. A man, that had a wife with such a wit, he might say-Wit, whither wilt? Ros. Nay, you might keep that check for it, till you met your wife's wit going to your neighbour's bed. Orl. And what wit could wit have to excuse that? Ros. Marry, to say-she came to seek you there. You shall never take her without her answer, unless you take her without her tongue. Oh, that woman, that cannot make her fault her husband's occasion, let her never nurse her child herself, for she will breed it like a fool! Orl. For these two hours, Rosalind, I will leave thee. Ros. Alas, dear love, I cannot lack thee two hours! Orl. I must attend the duke at dinner; by two o'clock I will be with thee again. Ros. Ay, go your ways, go your ways;-I knew what you would prove! my friends told me as much, and I thought no less-that flattering tongue of G |