As You Like It
Act III, Scene 4
Another part of the Forest of Arden.
- Enter Rosalind and Celia.
- Never talk to me, I will weep.
Celia2 - 3
- 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 color.
Celia7 - 8
- Something browner than Judas’s. Marry, his kisses are
- Judas’s own children.
- I’ faith, his hair is of a good color.
- An excellent color. Your chestnut was ever the only color.
Rosalind11 - 12
- And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the touch of holy
Celia13 - 15
- 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.
Rosalind16 - 17
- But why did he swear he would come this morning, and comes
- Nay certainly there is no truth in him.
- Do you think so?
Celia20 - 22
- 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
- cover’d 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.
Celia26 - 29
- “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.
Rosalind30 - 33
- I met the Duke yesterday, and had much question with him. He
- ask’d me of what parentage I was. I told him of as good as
- he, so he laugh’d and let me go. But what talk we of
- fathers, when there is such a man as Orlando?
Celia34 - 39
- 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 puisne
- 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.
Corin40 - 44
- 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?
Corin46 - 50
- 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.
Rosalind51 - 54
- 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.