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c. To fall in love with him ; but, for my part. 6. I love him not, nor hate him not; and yet 66 I have more cause to hate him than to love him; cc For what had he to do to chide at me? " He said, mine eyes were black, and my hair black : « And, now I am remembred, scorn'd at me? “ I marvel, why I answer'd not again; " But that's all one; omittance is no quittance. I'll write to him a very taunting letter, And thou shalt bear it, wilt thou, Silvius?
Sil. Pbebe, with all my heart.
Pbe. I'll write it straight;
JAQUE S. I Prythee, pretty youth, let me be better acquainted
with Rof. They say, you are a melancholy fellow. Jaq. I am so; I do love it better than laughing.
Rof. Those, that are in extremity of either, are abominable fellows; and betray themselves to every modern censure, worse than drunkards.
Jaq. Why, 'tis good to be sad, and say nothing.
Jaq. I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation; nor the musician's, which is fantastical ; nor the courtier's, which is proud; nor the foldier's, which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, which is politick; nor the lady's, which is nice; nor the lover's, which is all these; but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and, indeed, the fundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a moft humorous sadness
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Ros. A traveller ! by my faith, you have great reafon to be fad: I fear, you have sold your own lands to see other mens; then, to have seen much, and to have nothing, is to have rich eyes and poor hands.
, Jaq. Yes, I have gain’d me experience.
Enter Orlando. Rof. And your experience makes you fad: I had rather have a fool to make me merry, than experience to make me fad, and to travel for it too.
Orla. Good day and happiness, dear Rosalind!
Jaq. Nay, then God b’w'y you, an you talk in blank verse,
[Exit, SCE N E II. ROS - Farewel, monsieur traveller ; look, you “ lilp, and wear strange suits ; disable all the bene« fits of your own Country; be out of love with
your nativity, and almost chide God for making " you that countenance you are; or I will scarce " think, you have swam in a Gondola. 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.
Orla. 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 mi"Sinute in the affairs of love, it may be laid of him,
" that Cupid hath clapt him o'ch'fhoulder, but I'll 66 warrant him heart-whole.
Orla. Pardon me, dear Rosalind.
Rof. Nay, an you be fo tardy, come no more in my sight: I had as lief be woo'd of a snail.
Orla. Of a snail?
he carries his house on his head : a better jointure, “ I think, than you make a woman; besides, he “ brings his destiny with him.
Orla. What's that?
Ros: “ Why, horns; which such as you are fain “ to be beholden to your wives for; but he comes “ armed in his fortune, and prevents the Nander of “ his wife.
Orla. Virtue is no horn-maker; and my Rosalind is virtuous,
Ros. And I am your Rosalind.
Cel. It pleases him to call you fo; but he hath a Rosalind of a better leer than you.
Rof. Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in a holyday humour, and like enough to consent: what would you say to me now, an I were your very, very Rosalind?
Orla. I would kiss, before I spoke.
Rof. 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, God warn us, matter, the cleanlieft shift is to kiss.
Orla. How if the kiss be denied ?
Rof. Then she puts you to entreaty, and there begins new matter.
Orla. Who could be out, being before his beloved mistress ?
Ros. Marry, that should you, if I were your mistress; or I should think my honesty ranker than my wit.
Orla. What, of my suit ?
Ros. Not out of your apparel, and yet out of your suit. "Am not I your Rosalind ?
Orla. I take some joy to say, you are; because I would be talking of her.
Rof. Well, in her person, I say, I will not have you. Orla. Then in mine own person I die.
RoS No, faith, die by attorney ; the poor world is almost fix 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 dalh'd 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 liv'd
many a year,
tho' Hero had turn'd nun, if it had not been for a hot midiummer night; for, good youth, he went but forth to wash in the Hellefpont, and, being taken with the cramp, was drown'd; and 'the foolish chroniclers of that age found it was, -Hero of Seftos. But these are all lies; men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Orla. I would not have my right Rosalind of this mind ; for 1 protest, her frown might kill me. Rof. By this hand, it will not kill a flie; but come;
a now I will be your Rosalind in a more coming-on disposition ; and ask me what you will, I will grant it
. Orla. Then love me, Rosalind.
Ros. Yes, faith, will I, Fridays and Saturdays, and all.
Orla. And wilt thou have me?
Ros. Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing? come, lister, you
shall be the priest, and ! The fuolifa chroniclers] Perhaps Coroners. Anonymus.
you say, Sister ?
marry us. Give me your hand, Orlando ; what do
Orla. Pray thee, marry us.
. Go to; will you, Orlando, have to wife this Rosalind?
Orla. I will.
Rof. Then you must say, I take thee Rosalind for wife.
Orla. I take thee Rosalind for wife.
Ros. I might ask you for your commission, but I do take thee Orlando for my husband : there's a girl goes before the priest, and certainly a woman's thought runs before her actions.
Orla. So do all thoughts; they are wing'd. Rof. Now tell me, how long would you have her, after you have poffeft her.
Orla. For ever and a day.
Rof. Say a day, without the ever: no, no, Or. « lando, men are April when they woo, December
when they wed: maids are May when they are $maids, but the sky changes when they are wives;
I will be more jealous of thee than a Barbary cock• pidgeon over his hen; more clamorous than a parrot • against rain; more new-fangled than an ape; more
giddy in my desires than a monkey; I will weep • for nothing, like Diana in the fountain; and I will • do that, when you are dispos’d to be merry; I will
laugh like a hyen, and th when you are inclin'd