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? 70
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, 74
'Tis at the tuft of olives here hard by.
Will you go, sister? Shepherd, ply her hard.
Come, sister. Shepherdess, look on him better,
And be not proud: though all the world could see, 78
None could be so abus'd in sight as he.
Come, to our flock.
[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?' 82
Sil. Sweet Phebe,—
Phe.Ha! what sayst thou, Silvius?
Sil. Sweet Phebe, pity me.
Phe. Why, I am sorry for thee, gentle Silvius.
Sil. Wherever sorrow is, relief would be: 86
If you do sorrow at my grief in love,
By giving love your sorrow and my grief
Were both extermin'd.
Phe. Thou hast my love: is not that neighbourly?
Sil. I would have you.
Phe.Why, that were covetousness.
Silvius, the time was that I hated thee; 92
75 tuft: clump
79 abus'd in sight: deceived by eyesight
81 Dead shepherd; cf. n.
89 extermin'd: exterminated
