ACT 2
Scene 4

...so, good Touchstone.
Enter Corin and Silvius.

...scorn you still.
O Corin, that thou knew’st how I do love her!

...loved ere now.
No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess,
Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover
As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow.
But if thy love were ever like to mine—
As sure I think did never man love so—
How many actions most ridiculous
Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?

...I have forgotten.
O, thou didst then never love so heartily.
If thou rememb’rest not the slightest folly
That ever love did make thee run into,
Thou hast not loved.
Or if thou hast not sat as I do now,
Wearing thy hearer in thy mistress’ praise,
Thou hast not loved.
Or if thou hast not broke from company
Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,
Thou hast not loved.
O Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe!
He exits.

ACT 3
Scene 5

...in their play.
Enter Silvius and Phoebe.
Sweet Phoebe, do not scorn me. Do not, Phoebe.
Say that you love me not, but say not so
In bitterness. The common executioner,
Whose heart th’ accustomed 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?

...can do hurt.
O dear Phoebe,
If ever—as that ever may be near—
You meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy,
Then shall you know the wounds invisible
That love’s keen arrows make.

...at first sight?”
Sweet Phoebe—

...sayst thou, Silvius?
Sweet Phoebe, pity me.

...thee, gentle Silvius.
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.

...not that neighborly?
I would have you.

...thou art employed.
So holy and so perfect is my love,
And I in such a poverty of grace,
That I shall think it a most plenteous crop
To glean the broken ears after the man
That the main harvest reaps. Loose now and then
A scattered smile, and that I’ll live upon.

...to me erewhile?
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.

...Wilt thou, Silvius?
Phoebe, with all my heart.

...with me, Silvius.
They exit.

ACT 4
Scene 3

...forth to sleep.
Enter Silvius.

...who comes here.
to Rosalind
My errand is to you, fair youth.
My gentle Phoebe did bid me give you this. He gives Rosalind a paper.
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.

...your own device.
No, I protest. I know not the contents.
Phoebe did write it.

...and his hand.
Sure it is hers.

...hear the letter?
So please you, for I never heard it yet,
Yet heard too much of Phoebe’s cruelty.

...woman rail thus?
Call you this railing?

...how to die.
Call you this chiding?

...comes more company.
Silvius exits.

ACT 5
Scene 2

...if you will.
Enter Silvius and Phoebe.

...’tis to love.
It is to be all made of sighs and tears,
And so am I for Phoebe.

...for no woman.
It is to be all made of faith and service,
And so am I for Phoebe.

...for no woman.
It is to be all made of fantasy,
All made of passion and all made of wishes,
All adoration, duty, and observance,
All humbleness, all patience and impatience,
All purity, all trial, all observance,
And so am I for Phoebe.

...to love you?
If this be so, why blame you me to love you?

...left you commands.
I’ll not fail, if I live.

...I. Nor I.
They exit.

Scene 4

...know they fear.
Enter Rosalind as Ganymede, Silvius, and Phoebe.

...if she will?
Though to have her and death were both one thing.

...in true delights.
All but Rosalind exit.