Corin invites “Ganymede” and “Aliena” to observe the lovelorn Silvius as Silvius courts the disdainful Phoebe.
Enter Rosalind, ⌜dressed as Ganymede,⌝ and Celia, ⌜dressed as Aliena.⌝
ROSALIND1739
Never talk to me. I will weep. CELIA1740
Do, I prithee, but yet have the grace to consider 1741that tears do not become a man. ROSALIND1742
But have I not cause to weep? CELIA17435As good cause as one would desire. Therefore 1744weep. ROSALIND1745
His very hair is of the dissembling color. CELIA1746
Something browner than Judas’s. Marry, his 1747kisses are Judas’s own children. ROSALIND174810I’ faith, his hair is of a good color. CELIA1749
An excellent color. Your chestnut was ever the 1750only color. ROSALIND1751
And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the 1752touch of holy bread. CELIA175315He hath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana. A 1754nun of winter’s sisterhood kisses not more religiously. 1755The very ice of chastity is in them. ROSALIND1756
But why did he swear he would come this 1757morning, and comes not? CELIA175820Nay, certainly, there is no truth in him. ROSALIND1759
Do you think so? CELIA1760
Yes, I think he is not a pickpurse nor a horse-stealer, 1761but for his verity in love, I do think him as 1762concave as a covered goblet or a worm-eaten nut. ROSALIND176325Not true in love? CELIA1764
Yes, when he is in, but I think he is not in. ROSALIND1765
You have heard him swear downright he 1766was. CELIA1767
“Was” is not “is.” Besides, the oath of ⌜a⌝ lover is 176830no stronger than the word of a tapster. They are 1769both the confirmer of false reckonings. He attends 1770here in the forest on the Duke your father.
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ROSALIND1771
I met the Duke yesterday and had much 1772question with him. He asked me of what parentage 177335I was. I told him, of as good as he. So he laughed 1774and let me go. But what talk we of fathers when 1775there is such a man as Orlando? CELIA1776
O, that’s a brave man. He writes brave verses, 1777speaks brave words, swears brave oaths, and breaks 177840them bravely, quite traverse, athwart the heart of 1779his lover, as a puny tilter that spurs his horse but on 1780one side breaks his staff like a noble goose; but all’s 1781brave that youth mounts and folly guides.
Enter Corin.
1782Who comes here? CORIN 178345Mistress and master, you have oft inquired 1784After the shepherd that complained of love, 1785Who you saw sitting by me on the turf, 1786Praising the proud disdainful shepherdess 1787That was his mistress. CELIA, ⌜as Aliena⌝178850Well, and what of him? CORIN 1789If you will see a pageant truly played 1790Between the pale complexion of true love 1791And the red glow of scorn and proud disdain, 1792Go hence a little, and I shall conduct you 179355If you will mark it. ROSALIND, ⌜aside to Celia⌝1794
O come, let us remove. 1795The sight of lovers feedeth those in love. 1796⌜As Ganymede,to Corin.⌝Bring us to this sight, and 1797you shall say 179860I’ll prove a busy actor in their play. They exit.