| ACT IIISCENE IV | The forest. | |
| | Enter ROSALIND and CELIA | |
| ROSALIND | Never talk to me; I will weep. | |
| CELIA | Do, I prithee; but yet have the grace to consider | |
| | that tears do not become a man. | |
| ROSALIND | But have I not cause to weep? | 5 |
| CELIA | As good cause as one would desire; therefore weep. | |
| ROSALIND | His very hair is of the dissembling colour. | |
| CELIA | Something browner than Judas's marry, his kisses are | |
| | Judas's own children. | |
| ROSALIND | I' faith, his hair is of a good colour. | 10 |
| CELIA | An excellent colour: your chestnut was ever the only colour. | |
| ROSALIND | And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the touch | |
| | of holy bread. | |
| CELIA | He hath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana: a nun | |
| | of winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously; | 15 |
| | the very ice of chastity is in them. | |
| ROSALIND | But why did he swear he would come this morning, and | |
| | comes not? | |
| CELIA | Nay, certainly, there is no truth in him. | |
| ROSALIND | Do you think so? | 20 |
| CELIA | 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. | |
| ROSALIND | Not true in love? | 25 |
| CELIA | Yes, when he is in; but I think he is not in. | |
| ROSALIND | You have heard him swear downright he was. | |
| CELIA | '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 | 30 |
| | here in the forest on the duke your father. | |
| ROSALIND | 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 | 35 |
| | man as Orlando? | |
| CELIA | 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 | 40 |
| | 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 | |
| CORIN | Mistress and master, you have oft inquired | |
| | After the shepherd that complain'd of love, | 45 |
| | Who you saw sitting by me on the turf, | |
| | Praising the proud disdainful shepherdess | |
| | That was his mistress. | |
| CELIA | Well, and what of him? | |
| CORIN | If you will see a pageant truly play'd, | 50 |
| | 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. | |
| ROSALIND | O, come, let us remove: | 55 |
| | 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. | |
| | Exeunt | |
