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my anger. If it be so, as fast as she answers thee with frowning looks, I’ll
sauce her with bitter words. (To Phebe) Why look you so upon me? [70]

PHEBE
For no ill will I bear you.

ROSALIND
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,
’Tis at the tuft of olives here hard by. [75]
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,
None could be so abus’d in sight as he.
Come, to our flock. [80]
Exeunt (Rosalind, Celia and Corin).

PHEBE
Dead shepherd, now I find thy saw of might,

‘Who ever lov’d that lov’d not at first sight?’

SILVIUS
Sweet Phebe!

PHEBE
Hah? What say’st thou, Silvius?

SILVIUS
Sweet Phebe pity me.

PHEBE
Why I am sorry for thee gentle Silvius. [85]

SILVIUS
Wherever sorrow is, relief would be.

If you do sorrow at my grief in love,