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Ros. By my troth, and in good earnest, and so God mend me, and by all pretty oaths that are not dangerous, if you break one jot of your promise, or come one minute behind your hour, I will think you the most pathetical break-promise, and the most hollow lover, and the most unworthy of her you call Rosalind, that may be chosen out of the gross band of the unfaithful: therefore beware my censure, and keep your promise.
Orl. With no less religion, than if thou wert indeed my Rosalind : So, adieu.
Ros. Well, time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let time try: Adieu !
[Exit ORLANDO. Cel. You have simply misus'd our sex in your loveprate: we must have your doublet and hose plucked over your head, and show the world what the bird hath done to her own nest.
Ros. O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that thou didst know how many fathom deep I am in love! But it cannot be sounded; my affection hath an unknown bottom, like the bay of Portugal.
Cel. Or rather, bottomless; that as fast as you pour affection in, it runs out.
Ros. No, that same wicked bastard of Venus, that was begot of thought, conceived of spleen, and born of madness; that blind rascally boy, that abuses every one's eyes, because his own are out, let him be judge, how deep I am in love: I'll tell thee, Aliena, I cannot be out of the sight of Orlando : I'll go find a shadow, and sigh till he come. Cel. And I'll sleep.
[Exeunt. SCENE II.-Another part of the Forest.
Enter Jagues and Lords, in the habit of Foresters. Jag. Which is he that killed the deer? i Lord. Sir, it was I.
Jaq. Let's present him to the duke, like a Roman conqueror; and it would do well to set the deer's horns upon
his head, for a branch of victory :-Have you no song, forester, for this purpose?
2 Lord. Yes, sir.
Jaq. Sing it; 'tis no matter how it be in tune, so it make noise enough.
1. Then sing him home :
bear this bur
den. 1. Thy father's father wore it :
2. And thy father bore it : All. The horn, the horn, the lusty horn,
Is nut a thing to laugh to scorn. [Exeunt.
SCENE III. - The Forest.
Enter ROSALIND and Celia. Ros. How say you now? Is it not past two o'clock? and here much Orlando!
Cel. I warrant you, with pure love, and troubled brain, he has ta'en his bow and arrows, and is gone forth-to sleep: Look, who comes here.
[Giving a letter. I know not the contents; but, as I
Ros. Patience herself would startle at this letter,
Sil. No, I protest, I know not the contents;
Ros. Come, come, you are a fool,
Sil. Sure, it is hers.
Ros. Why, 'tis a boisterous and cruel style, A style for challengers; why, she defies me, Like Turk to Christian : woman's gentle brain Could not drop forth such giant-rude invention, Such Ethiop words, blacker in their effect Than in their countenance:-Will you hear the letter?
Sil. So please you, for I never heard it yet; Yet heard too much of Phebe's cruelty.
Ros. She Phebes me: Mark how the tyrant writes.
Art thou god to shepherd turn’d,
Can a woman rail thus ?
Sil. Call you this railing ?
Ros. Why, thy godhead laid apart,
Warr'st thou with a woman's heart?
Did you ever hear such railing ?
Whiles the eye of man did woo me,
Meaning me a beast.
If the scorn of your bright eyne
He, that brings this love to thee,
Sil. Call you this chiding?
Ros. Do you pity him? no, he deserves no pity.Wilt thou love such a woman ?-What, to make thee an instrument, and play false strains upon thee! not to be endured !Well, go your way to her, (for I see, love hath made thee a tame snake,) and say this to her;—That if she love me, I charge her to love thee: if she will not, I will never have her, unless thou entreat for her.-If you be a true lover, hence, and not a word ; for here comes more company.
Oli. If that an eye may profit by a tongue,