Cor. Enter CORIN. Mistress, and Master, you have oft After the shepherd that complain'd of love; 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: [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 hard, Falls not the axe upon the humbled neck, Phe. I would not be thy executioner; That eyes, that are the frail'st and softest Who shut their coward gates on atomies, Now counterfeit to swoon; why now fall down; thee: 1 Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remains Some scar of it; lean but upon a rush, The cicatrice and capable impressure Thy palm some moment keeps: but now mine Which I have darted at thee, hurt thee not; Nor, I am sure, there is no force in eyes That can do hurt. Sil. O dear Phebe, If ever, (as that ever may be near,) You meet in some fresh check the power of fancy, Then shall you kudw the wounds invisible That love's keen arrows make. Phe. But, till that time, Come not thou near me: and, when that time comes, Afflict Afflict me with thy mbcks, pity me not; Ros. And why, I pray you? [Advancing] Who' might be your mother, That your insult, exult, and all at once, Over the wretched? What though you have more beauty, (As, by my faith, I see no more in you on me? than in the ordinary Od's my little life; I see no more in you, Like foggy south, puffing with wind and rain? knees, And thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's For I must tell you VOL. V. love: friendly in your ear, 5 Foul is most foul, being foul to be a scoffer. - together; I had rather hear you chide, than this man woo. Ros. He's fallen in love with her 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 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, 'Tis at the turf of olives, here hard by: Will you go, sister? Shepherd, ply her Kard: -Come, sister: Shepherdess, look on him better, And be not proud: though all the world could see, None could be so abus'd in sight as he. [Exeunt ROSALIND, CELIA, and CORIN, Phe. Dead shepherd! now I find thy saw of might; Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight? Sil. Sweet Phebe, Phe. Ha? what say'st thou, Silvius? SH. 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 Phe. Thou hast my love; Is not that neigh bourly? 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: But since that thou canst talk of love so well, Thy company, which erst was irksome to me, I will endure; and I'll employ thee toó: But do not look for further recompense, Than thine own gladness that thou art employ'd. That I shall think it a most plenteous crop That the main harvest reaps: loose now and then Phe. Know'st thou the youth that spoke to me ere while? 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 what care I for words? yet words do well, When he that speaks them pleases those that But, sure, he's proud; and yet his pride becomes him: He'll make a proper man; The best thing in him |