As You Like It by William Shakespeare

Author:William Shakespeare
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[Exeunt.]

SCENE III. Another part of the Forest.

[Enter ROSALIND and CELIA.]

ROSALIND.

How say you now? Is it not past two o'clock?

And here much Orlando!

CELIA.

I warrant you, with pure love and troubled brain, he hath

ta'en his bow and arrows, and is gone forth--to sleep. Look, who comes here.

[Enter SILVIUS.]

SILVIUS.

My errand is to you, fair youth;--

My gentle Phebe did bid me give you this:

[Giving a letter.]

I know not the contents; but, as I guess

By the stern brow and waspish action

Which she did use as she was writing of it,

It bears an angry tenor: pardon me,

I am but as a guiltless messenger.

ROSALIND.

Patience herself would startle at this letter,

And play the swaggerer; bear this, bear all:

She says I am not fair; that I lack manners;

She calls me proud, and that she could not love me,

Were man as rare as Phoenix. Od's my will!

Her love is not the hare that I do hunt;

Why writes she so to me?--Well, shepherd, well,

This is a letter of your own device.

SILVIUS.

No, I protest, I know not the contents: Phebe did write it.

ROSALIND.

Come, come, you are a fool,

And turn'd into the extremity of love.

I saw her hand: she has a leathern hand,

A freestone-colour'd hand: I verily did think

That her old gloves were on, but 'twas her hands;

She has a huswife's hand: but that's no matter:

I say she never did invent this letter:

This is a man's invention, and his hand.

SILVIUS.

Sure, it is hers.

ROSALIND.

Why, 'tis a boisterous and a cruel style;

A style for challengers: why, she defies me,

Like Turk to Christian: women'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?

SILVIUS.

So please you, for I never heard it yet;

Yet heard too much of Phebe's cruelty.

ROSALIND.

She Phebes me: mark how the tyrant writes.

[Reads]

'Art thou god to shepherd turn'd,

That a maiden's heart hath burn'd?'

Can a woman rail thus?

SILVIUS.

Call you this railing?

ROSALIND.

'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,

That could do no vengeance to me.'--

Meaning me a beast.--

'If the scorn of your bright eyne

Have power to raise such love in mine,

Alack, in me what strange effect

Would they work in mild aspect?

Whiles you chid me, I did love;

How then might your prayers move?

He that brings this love to thee

Little knows this love in me:

And by him seal up thy mind;

Whether that thy youth and kind

Will the faithful offer take

Of me and all that I can make;

Or else by him my love deny,

And then I'll study how to die.'

SILVIUS.

Call you this chiding?

CELIA.

Alas, poor shepherd!

ROSALIND.

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.

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