As You Like It · William Shakespeare
SCENE IV. Another part of the Forest. Before a Cottage
Enter Rosalind and Celia. ROSALIND. Never talk to me, I will weep. CELIA. Do, I prithee, but yet have the grace to consider that tears do not become a man. ROSALIND. But have I not cause to weep? CELIA. As good cause as one would desire; therefore weep. ROSALIND. His very hair is of the dissembling colour. CELIA. Something browner than Judas’s. Marry, his kisses are Judas’s own children. ROSALIND. I’ faith, his hair is of a good colour. CELIA. An excellent colour. Your chestnut was ever the only colour. ROSALIND. And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the touch of holy bread. CELIA. 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. ROSALIND. But why did he swear he would come this morning, and comes not? CELIA. Nay, certainly, there is no truth in him. ROSALIND. Do you think so? CELIA. 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. ROSALIND. Not true in love? CELIA. Yes, when he is in, but I think he is not in. ROSALIND. You have heard him swear downright he was.
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