Page 1962 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

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 [5] 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. [10]

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 [15] 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?