Page 1964 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2
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CORIN
Mistress and master, you have oft enquir’d
After the shepherd that complain’d of love,
Who you saw sitting by me on the turf [45]
Praising the proud disdainful shepherdess
That was his mistress.
CELIA
Well, and what of him?
CORIN
If you will see a pageant truly play’d
Between the pale complexion of true love
And the red glow of scorn and proud disdain, [50]
Go hence a little, and I shall conduct you
If you will mark it.
ROSALIND
O come, let us remove.
The sight of lovers feedeth those in love.
Bring us to this sight, and you shall say
I’ll prove a busy actor in their play. [55]
Exeunt.
Scene V IT
Enter Silvius and Phebe.
SILVIUS
Sweet Phebe do not scorn me, do not Phebe.
Say that you love me not, but say not so
In bitterness. The common executioner,
Whose heart th’accustom’d sight of death makes hard,
Falls not the axe upon the humbled neck [5]
But first begs pardon. Will you sterner be
Than he that dies and lives by bloody drops?
