William Shakespeare's As You Like It in the complete original text.
William Shakespeare's plays, sonnets and poems at AbsoluteShakespeare.com
Home Plays Sonnets Poems Quotes Summaries Essays Glossary Links Help

HOME > Plays > As You Like It > Act III. Scene IV.

As You Like It

Study Guides
Julius Caesar
King Henry IV
King Lear
Merchant of Venice
Romeo and Juliet
The Tempest
Twelfth Night

Bard Facts
Globe Theatre

Act III. Scene IV.

Scene IV.—Another Part of the Forest.


Ros. Never talk to me: I will weep.
Cel. Do, I prithee; but yet have the grace to
consider that tears do not become a man.
Ros. But have I not cause to weep?
Cel. As good cause as one would desire;
therefore weep.
Ros. His very hair is of the dissembling colour.
Cel. Something browner than Judas's; marry,
his kisses are Judas's own children.
Ros. I' faith, his hair is of a good colour.
Cel. An excellent colour: your chesnut was
ever the only colour.
Ros. And his kissing is as full of sanctity as
the touch of holy bread.
Cel. He hath bought a pair of cast lips of
Diana: a nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not
more religiously; the very ice of chastity is in them.
Ros. But why did he swear he would come
this morning, and comes not?
Cel. Nay, certainly, there is no truth in him.
Ros. Do you think so?
Cel. 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.
Ros. Not true in love?
Cel. Yes, when he is in; but I think he is
not in.
Ros. You have heard him swear downright he
Cel. 'Was' is not 'is:' besides, the oath of a
lover is no stronger than the word of a tapster;
they arc both the confirmers of false reckonings.
He attends here in the forest on the duke your
Ros. 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 man as Orlando?
Cel. 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 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.
Cor. Mistress and master, you have oft in-
After the shepherd that complain'd of love,
Who you saw sitting by me on the turf,
Praising the proud disdainful shepherdess
That was his mistress.
Cel. Well, and what of him?
Cor. If you will see a pageant truly play'd,
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.
Ros. O! come, let us remove:
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.
Copyright 2000-2005 AbsoluteShakespeare.com. All rights reserved.  Contact Us  Privacy  Awards