Page 1926 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

O thou didst then never love so heartily. [30]
If thou remember’st not the slightest folly
That ever love did make thee run into,
Thou hast not lov’d.

Or if thou hast not sat as I do now,
Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress’ praise, [35]
Thou hast not lov’d.
Or if thou hast not broke from company

Abruptly as my passion now makes me,
Thou hast not lov’d.
O Phebe, Phebe, Phebe! [40]
Exit.

ROSALIND
Alas, poor shepherd, searching of thy wound,

I have by hard adventure found mine own.

TOUCHSTONE
And I mine. I remember when I was in love I broke my sword upon a stone,
and bid him take that for coming a-night to Jane Smile; and I remember the
[45] kissing of her batler, and the cow’s dugs that her pretty chopt hands had

milked; and I remember the wooing of a peascod instead of her, from whom I
took two cods, and giving her them again, said with weeping tears, ‘Wear
these for my sake’. We that are true lovers run [50] into strange capers; but
as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.

ROSALIND
Thou speak’st wiser than thou art ware of.

TOUCHSTONE
Nay, I shall ne’er be ware of my own wit, till I break my shins against it. [55]

ROSALIND
Jove, Jove! this shepherd’s passion
Is much upon my fashion.

TOUCHSTONE