As You Like It: Act 3, Scene 4

           Enter ROSALIND and CELIA.

1   Never talk to me; I will weep.

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

4   But have I not cause to weep?

5   As good cause as one would desire;
  6   therefore weep.

7   His very hair is of the dissembling colour.

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

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

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

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

15   He hath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana:
 16   a nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more
 17   religiously; the very ice of chastity is in them.

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

20   Nay, certainly, there is no truth in him.

21   Do you think so?

22   Yes; I think he is not a pick-purse nor a
 23   horse-stealer, but for his verity in love,
 24   I do think him as concave as a covered
 25   goblet or a worm-eaten nut.

26   Not true in love?

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

28   You have heard him swear downright he
 29   was.

30   'Was' is not 'is:' besides, the oath of a lover
 31   is no stronger than the word of a tapster;
 32   they are both the confirmer of false reckonings.
 33   He attends here in the forest on the duke your
 34   father.

35   I met the duke yesterday and had much question
 36   with him: he asked me of what parentage I was;
 37   I told him, of as good as he; so he laughed and
 38   let me go. But what talk we of fathers, when
 39   there is such a man as Orlando?

40   O, that's a brave man! he writes brave verses,
 41   speaks brave words, swears brave oaths and
 42   breaks them bravely, quite traverse, athwart
 43   the heart of his lover; as a puisny tilter, that
 44   spurs his horse but on one side, breaks his staff
 45   like a noble goose: but all's brave that youth
 46   mounts and folly guides. Who comes here?

           Enter CORIN.

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

51                                         Well, and what of him?

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

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