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    Act 3, Scene IV

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    SCENE IV. The forest.

    Enter ROSALIND and CELIA
    Never talk to me; I will weep.

    Do, I prithee; but yet have the grace to consider
    that tears do not become a man.

    But have I not cause to weep?

    As good cause as one would desire; therefore weep.

    His very hair is of the dissembling colour.

    Something browner than Judas's marry, his kisses are
    Judas's own children.

    I' faith, his hair is of a good colour.

    An excellent colour: your chestnut was ever the only colour.

    And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the touch
    of holy bread.

    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.

    But why did he swear he would come this morning, and
    comes not?

    Nay, certainly, there is no truth in him.

    Do you think so?

    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.

    Not true in love?

    Yes, when he is in; but I think he is not in.

    You have heard him swear downright he was.

    '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.

    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?

    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

    Mistress and master, you have oft inquired
    After the shepherd that complain'd of love,
    Who you saw sitting by me on the turf,
    Praising the proud disdainful shepherdess
    That was his mistress.

    Well, and what of him?

    If you will see a pageant truly play'd,
    Between the pale complexion of true love
    And the red glow of scorn and proud disdain,
    Go hence a little and I shall conduct you,
    If you will mark it.

    O, come, let us remove:
    The sight of lovers feedeth those in love.
    Bring us to this sight, and you shall say
    I'll prove a busy actor in their play.

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