Enter CORIN Cor. Mistress and master, you have oft inquired 50 After the shepherd that complain'd of love, Who you saw sitting by me on the turf, Cel. Well, and what of him? Cor. If you will see a pageant truly play'd, Ros. [Exeunt. SCENE V. Another part of the forest. Enter SILVIUS and PHEbe. Sil. Sweet Phebe, do not scorn me; do not, Say that you love me not, but say not so In bitterness. The common executioner, Whose heart the accustom'd sight of death makes hard, Falls not the axe upon the humbled neck But first begs pardon: will you sterner be Than he that dies and lives by bloody drops ? 61. A verse with a mono syllabic first foot. 5. Falls, lets fall. 6. But first begs, without first begging. 7. dies and lives by bloody drops, subsists all his life long by bloodshed. Enter ROSALIND, CELIA, and CORIN behind. Phe. I would not be thy executioner : That eyes, that are the frail'st and softest things, And if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill thee: Now counterfeit to swoon; why now fall down; ΤΟ Now show the wound mine eye hath made in thee: 20 The cicatrice and capable impressure Thy palm some moment keeps; but now mine eyes, Which I have darted at thee, hurt thee not, Nor, I am sure, there is no force in eyes If ever, as that ever may be near, You meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy, That love's keen arrows make. Phe. 30 But till that time Come not thou near me: and when that time comes, Afflict me with thy mocks, pity me not; As till that time I shall not pity thee. 23. cicatrice, scar-like mark. ib. capable impressure, dinted impression. Ros. And why, I pray you? Who might be your mother, That you insult, exult, and all at once, Over the wretched? beauty, What though you have no As, by my faith, I see no more in you That makes the world full of ill-favour'd children: 43. sale-work, ready-made goods. 46. Dark hair and brows were disparaged at the court of the auburn-haired queen. beads. 40 50 60 48. to your worship, to adore you. 51. properer, more handsome. 63. Ugliness is ugliest in an 47. bugle, like black glass ugly man who scoffs.' Phe. Sweet youth, I pray you, chide a year together: I had rather hear you chide than this man woo. Ros. He's fallen in love with your foulness and she'll fall in love with my anger. If it be so, as fast as she answers thee with frowning looks, I'll sauce her with bitter words. Why look you so upon me? Phe. For no ill will I bear you. Ros. I pray you, do not fall in love with me, For I am falser than vows made in wine : Besides, I like you not. If you will know my house, Will you go, sister? Shepherd, ply her hard. Come, to our flock. [Exeunt Rosalind, Celia and Corin. Phe. Dead shepherd, now I find thy saw of might, 'Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?' Sil. Sweet Phebe,― Phe. Ha, what say'st thou, Silvius? Sil. Sweet Phebe, pity me. Phe. Why, I am sorry for thee, gentle Silvius. Sil. Wherever sorrow is, relief would be: If you do sorrow at my grief in love, By giving love your sorrow and my grief Were both extermined. 70 80 Phe. Thou hast my love: is not that neighbourly? 90 Where both deliberate, the love is slight; Sil. I would have you. Phe. Why, that were covetousness. Silvius, the time was that I hated thee, And yet it is not that I bear thee love; That the main harvest reaps: loose now and then Phe. Know'st thou the youth that spoke to me erewhile? Sil. Not very well, but I have met him oft; And he hath bought the cottage and the bounds That the old carlot once was master of. Phe. Think not I love him, though I ask for him; 'Tis but a peevish boy; yet he talks well; But, sure, he's proud, and yet his pride becomes He'll make a proper man: the best thing in him He is not very tall; yet for his years he's tall : There was a pretty redness in his lip, 108. carlot, clown, rustic. 100 IIO 120 |