I love him not nor hate him not; and yet I have more cause to hate him than to love him: He said mine eyes were black and my hair black; But that's all one; omittance is no quittance. Phe. I'll write it straight; 131 [Exeunt Act Fourth. Scene 1. The forest. Enter Rosalind, Celia, and Jaques. Jaq. I prithee, pretty youth, let me be better Ros. They say you are a melancholy fellow. is emulation; nor the musician's, which is many objects; and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, reason to be sad: I fear you have sold your eyes and poor Jaq. Yes, I have gained my experience. Ros. And your experience makes you sad: I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad ; and to travel for it too! Enter Orlando. Orl. Good-day and happiness, dear Rosalind! 20 30 [Exit. and wear strange suits; disable all the benefits You a lover! An you serve me such another 40 trick, never come in my sight more. Orl. 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 minute in the affairs of love, it may be said of him that Cupid hath clapped him o' the shoulder, but I'll warrant him heart-whole. Orl. Pardon me, dear Rosalind. Ros. Nay, an you be so tardy, come no more in my sight: I had as lief be wooed of a snail. Orl. Of a snail? Ros. Ay, of a snail; for though he comes slowly, he carries his house on his head; a better Orl. What's that? Ros. Why, horns, which such as you are fain to be beholding to your wives for: but he comes armed in his fortune and prevents the slander of his wife. Orl. Virtue is no horn-maker; and my Rosalind is 50 60 virtuous. Ros. And I am your Rosalind. Cel. It pleases him to call you so; but he hath a Ros. Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in a holiday humour and like enough to consent. What would you say to me now, an I were 70 your very very Rosalind? Orl. I would kiss before I spoke. Ros. Nay, you were better speak first; and when you were gravelled for lack of matter, you Orl. How if the kiss be denied? Ros. Then she puts you to entreaty and there begins 80 new matter. Orl. 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. Orl. What, of my suit? Ros. Not out of your apparel, and yet out of your suit. Am not I your Rosalind? |