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ACT IV IT
Scene I IT
Enter Rosalind, Celia and Jaques.
JAQUES
I prithee, pretty youth, let me be better acquainted with thee.
ROSALIND
They say you are a melancholy fellow.
JAQUES
I am so. I do love it better than laughing.
ROSALIND
Those that are in extremity of either are [5] abominable fellows, and betray
themselves to every modern censure, worse than drunkards.
JAQUES
Why, ’tis good to be sad and say nothing.
ROSALIND
Why then ’tis good to be a post.
JAQUES
I have neither the scholar’s melancholy, which is [10] emulation; nor the
musician’s, which is fantastical; nor the courtier’s, which is proud; nor the
soldier’s, which is ambitious; nor the lawyer’s, which is politic; nor the lady’s,
which is nice; nor the lover’s, which is all these; but it is a melancholy of mine
own, compounded of [15] many simples, extracted from many objects, and
indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination
wraps me in a most humorous sadness.
