Chapter 4 third act

A Room in the Palace Enter Duke Frederick, Oliver, Your Courts, and Attendants. Frederick has not seen him since!Hmph, hum, not necessarily.If it weren't for kindness gaining the upper hand in my heart, with you in front of me, I might as well not have to vent my anger on someone who is not there.But take heed, wherever your brother is, find it for me; light your lantern and seek him out; find him dead or alive within a year, or you will no longer be in our territory live.Your lands and everything you claim to be yours, we shall confiscate what is worth confiscating, unless you can clear our suspicion of you by your brother's confession.

Oliver begs His Royal Highness to enlighten me!I never liked my brother. Frederick This shows that you are even more of a villain.Well, drive him out; order the official in charge to confiscate his house and land.Get this done quickly and tell him to go away. (Exit.) Forest of Arden Orlando carries on paper. Hang here Orlando, my poem, proof of my love; Behold, thy triple crowned queen of the night, From the pale sky, with your chaste eyes, The name of your hunting companion, who rules my life. Ah, Rosalind!These woods shall be my books, I want to carve lovesickness on pieces of bark,

So that every forest tourist who comes here, There is nowhere to be seen praise of her virtues. Go, go, Orlando; go carve E's on every tree, That beautiful, delicate, incomparable human being. (Down.) Enter Colin and the Touchstone. Colin Do you like this shepherd's life, Mr Touchstone? TOUCHSTONE Honestly, shepherd, it's a good life in itself; but it's not worth it as a shepherd's life.As far as its quietness is concerned, I like this kind of life very much; but as far as its loneliness is concerned, it is really a very bad life.To see this life in the field is very satisfying to me; but to see it not in the court is simply boring.You see, it's a very economical way of life, and that's why it suits me; but it's too poor, and that's why I can't live in it.Do you know a little philosophy, Shepherd?

Colin, I only know this: the sicker a person is, the more uncomfortable he is; money, capital and contentment are three good friends that people can't lack; When I give birth to fat sheep, it is dark because there is no sun; I am born stupid and blame my grandfather, and I am not wise when I learn from my teacher. A man like Touchstone is a born philosopher.Ever been to court, Shepherd? Colin has not, to tell you the truth. Touchstone Then you deserve to die. Colin I hope not? TOUCHSTONE Really, damn you, like a badly fried egg with one side burnt. Colin because he has not been to court?Please give your reason.

Touchstone Well, if you've never been at court, you've never seen good manners; If you've never seen good manners, you've got bad manners; a bad man is a guilty man, and a guilty man deserves to die.Your situation is dangerous, Shepherd. Colin Not at all, Touchstone.What is good manners at court becomes ridiculous in the country, just as the conduct of country people appears shabby at court.You told me you kissed hands when you greeted anyone at court; if all the gentlemen at court were shepherds, this courtesy would be so foul. What evidence does the litmus test have?Simply put; come on, tell me why.

Colin Well, our hands often touch the ewes; their wool, you know, is greasy. Touchstone Hey, don't courtiers have sweaty hands too?Isn't the fat on a sheep as clean as the sweat on a human?shallow!shallow!Come up with a better reason, go ahead. Colin And, our hands are rough. Touchstone so your lips feel them extra easily.Still shallow!Tell me a good reason, let's talk. Colin Our hands are tarred when we bandage the sheep; would you like us to kiss the tar?The hands of the gentlemen in the court are all painted with musk. Touchstone shallow guy!Comparing you to a piece of good meat, you are like a rotten piece of meat for maggots to eat!Heed the words of the wise: musk is a foul thing that comes out of a cat, and it comes from a far dirtier source than tar.Amend your reason, Shepherd.

Colin, you are too good at talking, I can't tell you; I won't talk. Touchstone, are you willing to die?God bless you, shallow one!God give you a good pinch!You are too ignorant of the world. Mr. Colin, I am a real worker; I use my own strength to exchange food and clothes; I don’t have grudges with others, and I don’t envy others’ blessings; Excuse me; my greatest pride is to see my ewes graze, and my lambs suck. Touchstone Here's another of your folly's sins: You keep ewes and rams together, and live on their mating; The old Wangba ram with the neck tricked a one-year-old female into losing its virginity, and didn't think about mating or not; if you don't go to hell because of it, then the devil has no one to shepherd him.I can't think of any hope of immunity for you.

Here comes Sir Colin Ganymede, brother of my new mistress. Rosalind read from a piece of writing paper. Rosalind From the East Indies to the West Indies to search for treasures, There is no gem like Rosalind. Her fame spreads through the cities with good winds, The whole world is admiring Rosalind. The painter's depiction of the next beautiful figure is true, They were all overshadowed when they saw Rosalind. Don't keep any face in mind, Only remember the beautiful Rosalind. TOUCH STONE I can rhyme it down for you for eight full years, except for the hours of eating and sleeping.It's like a string of good old ladies going on sale to sell cream.

Rosalind Spit, fool! Touchstone try it out: It's sad if the buck can't find the doe, Might as well tell it to go find that Rosalind. If there is no cat named Chun, Who could blame Rosalind if they felt the same way? Winter clothes should be lined with cotton, lest the timid Rosalind be frozen. The harvested crops must be tied neatly, There was a Rosalind in a load of sheaves. The sweetest rind sores the lips, The name of this fruit is Rosalind. Who wants to find roses that are fragrant, will find Lovethorn and Rosalind. It's just nonsense and crooked poetry; how can you get involved with such things?

Rosalind Be quiet, you stupid fool!I found them on a tree. Touchstone Truly, the tree bears bad fruit. Rosalind I'll inoculate it with thee then, with the rambunctious goji; so it's the first fruit in the ground; for you'll rot before it's half-ripe, which is The characteristics of wolfberries who love to mess around. Celia read from a sheet of paper. Rosalind Be still!My sister comes reading something; stand by. Celia Why is this a barren moraine? Because no one lives there?otherwise, I will make every tree grow a mouthpiece, Spewed out the gentle and elegant language:

Or lament how short life is, Hastily finished the wanderer's itinerary, Just turn your palms slightly, would have ended people's lives long ago; Or feel that the old alliance is now cold, Concentric friends forget old friends; But I will choose the best branch, appended to the end of each line, Rosalind is a wonderful nickname, Inform all readers throughout the world. Don't look at her slender and petite body, Here is the essence of the universe; Creation then commanded Nature, Commanded to bring all the peerless talents, Melted in a furnace in the slender body, It took a lot of time and effort to arrange: The intoxicating face of the heartless Helen, Cleopatra Prestige and Enrichment. Atalanta ⑧'s willow waist pendant, Lucretia's chastity pine: Labor up the heavens and immortals in the Jade Palace, Made this perfect Rosalind; Gathering all kinds of beauties, Choose a handsome face and a good spirit. God gave her such a bounty, I am destined to be her servant for life. Rosalind, most tender teacher!How trite your parishioners are bored with your love sermons, yet you do not say, "Be patient, good people." Celia!Stand back, friends!Shepherd, move away a little; go with him, boy. Come touchstone, shepherd, let us retreat dignifiedly: no big or small cages, only a tutu bag. (Exit Colin, Touchstone.) Celia Have you ever heard such a verse? Rosalind, yes, I hear it all.It's a big piece of writing; there are several extra steps in some verses, which can't be dragged. That's okay for Celia, she can drag poetry along with her steps. Rosalind is good, but these steps are not smooth and steady, without the help of rhyme, it is almost impossible to move; so they can only be forced to stay there. Celia But don't you think it strange to hear your name hanged and engraved on such a tree? The Rosalinds say it is no wonder that a miracle lasts nine days; I was the seventh before you came.Look, here's what I found on a palm tree.I haven't been cursed in verse like this since the days of Pythagoras; I was an Irish mouse then, and I can't even remember now. Celia, who do you think did this? Is Rosalind a man? Celia And has a chain, which you once wore, And round his neck.Are you blushing? Rosalind please tell me who it is? Lord Celia!Oh God!It is not easy for friends to meet; but two high mountains may be moved by the earthquake and meet. Rosalind, but who is it? Was it true that Celia couldn't figure it out? Rosalind Well, I beg you to tell me who he is. Celia is strange!Strange!It's so strange that it can't be more strange!Weird and strange!It's indescribably strange! Rosalind I am going to blush!Do you think that if I dress like a man, I will dress like a man in spirit?If you delay for a moment and don't speak out, it will tire me to explore in the vast ocean.Please tell me who he is quickly, without hesitation.I hope you are a stutter, then you may accidentally spit out this secret name out of your mouth, like wine poured from a narrow-necked bottle, not at all , that is, many came out at once.Please unplug your mouth and let me drink your news. Celia Then you're going to swallow that man down, won't you? Rosalind Was he made by God?What kind of person is he?Does he look shabby with a hat on his head?Does he look good with a beard on his chin? Celia No, he only has a little beard. Rosalind Oh, God will give him some more, if the fellow knows what is good.If you tell me right away what his chin looks like, I'll wait for him to grow a beard. Celia he is young Orlando, who tripped that boxer's heel and your heart together. Rosalind Well, the devil has the teaser; Like a good honest girl, speak well. CELIA Really, sister, it's him. Rosalind Orlando? Celia Orlando. Rosalind Ouch!What should I do with my big shirt and shorts?What was he doing when you saw him?What did he say?how does he lookWhat is he wearing?Why is he here?Did he ask about me?where does he liveHow did he part with you?When are you going to see him again?Answer me in one word. Celia, you must first lend me a mouth from Gargantua⑾; people in our time cannot hold such a big word in one mouth.If you use "yes" and "no" to answer every sentence, it will be more troublesome than asking about the teachings. Rosalind But does he know I'm in the woods, dressed as a man?Is he as fresh as he was on the wrestling day? Celia's answers to her lover's questions were as difficult as counting the motes of dust.Listen carefully to how I found him, and enjoy it quietly.I saw him under a tree like a fallen acorn. Such fruit will fall from the Rosalind tree, it is truly a divine tree. Good Miss Celia, listen to me. Rosalind went on. Celia He lay there upright like a wounded knight. Although Rosalind looked a little pitiful, it was quite appropriate for such a person to lie on the ground. Celia bids your tongue stop; it just jumps here and there. ―He was dressed like a hunter. Rosalind Oh, what a pity!He's coming for my heart. CELIA When I sing I don't want others to sing; you've got me out of time. Rosalind don't you know I'm a woman?Whatever comes to my mind, I want to say it.Good man, go on. Celia, you have interrupted me.wait!Isn't he here? Rosalind is he; let us hide and watch him. Enter Orlando and Jaques. JAQUES Thank you for your company; but to tell you the truth, I'd rather be alone. Orlando So am I; but for the sake of courtesy, I thank you for your company. Jaques God be with you!Let us see each other as little as possible. Orlando I wish we were not acquainted. Jaques, please stop ruining the trees by writing love poems on the bark. Orlando Don't spoil my verses by saying them in ugly tones. Jaques Is your lover's name Rosalind? Orlando is exactly that. Jaques I don't like her name. Orlando She didn't mean to please you when she took the name. Jaques how is she in shape? Orlando is just as high as my heart can get. JAQUES You've got a witty answer; have you some friendship with goldsmiths' wives, That's why you've memorized the rings? Orlando No, I answer you in the words of the painted hangings; from there you learned your questions. Jaques Your eloquence is quick, I think it's made of Atalanta's heel.Shall we sit down together?The two of us are going to scold the world and complain a lot. Orlando I would not scold any man in the world, but myself; For I know my faults best. JAQUES Your worst mistake is wanting to be in love. Orlando I would not exchange this wrong for your best virtue.You really bore me. JAQUES To tell the truth, I was looking for a fool when I met you. Orlando He fell in the brook and was drowned, You could see him if you looked into the water. Jaques I see only my own shadow. Orlando Well, I thought if he wasn't a fool, he must be a piece of shit. Jaques I don't want to be with you anymore.Farewell, dear son. Orlando I wish you would go.Farewell, Mr. Sad. (Exit JAQUES.) Rosalind I'll talk to him like an impertinent boy, and make trouble with him. —do you hear me, man of the woods? Orlando is fine, what can you say? Rosalind What time is it, please? Orlando You ought to ask me what time it is; Where's the clock in the woods? Rosalind Then there would be no real lover in the woods; Otherwise every minute's sigh, every hour's moan, would be like a clock Counting out time's lazy footsteps. Why doesn't Orlando speak of the quick steps of time?Isn't that right? Rosalind is not right, sir.Time has all kinds of steps for all kinds of people.I can tell you for whom time is walking slowly, for whom it is taking small steps, for whom it is rushing, and for whom it is standing still. Orlando Ask him to whom is he walking with small steps? Rosalind Well, to a girl who is engaged and not yet married, time walks feebly; and even a week in between seems as sad as seven years. Orlando for whom time is walking slowly? Rosalind for a priest who doesn't understand Latin, or a rich man who doesn't suffer from gout: one sleeps soundly because he can't read, one lives happily because he has no pain; , one does not know the hardships of poverty.For such people, time moves slowly. To whom is Orlando running? Rosalind To a hanged thief; for though he tried to slow his pace, he found it too soon. Orlando To whom is he immovable? Rosalind for the lawyers who are on vacation, because they are completely lethargic between the sessions before and after the court session, and do not feel the movement of time. Sweet teenager in Orlando, where do you live? Rosalind and this shepherdess, my sister, live here by the woods, like lace on a skirt. Are you a native of Orlando? Rosalind is like the rabbit you saw, its dwelling is where it grew. Orlando lives in this poor country, and your speech is very elegant. Rosalind Many people have said this about me; in fact, it is because I have an old uncle who practiced, he was born in the city, he taught me to speak; he once had a love affair in the court, so he is very social threshold.I've heard him say a lot against love; thank God I'm not a woman to commit the many frivolous sins he ascribes to women in general. Orlando Do you remember some of the chief sins of women he said? Rosalind, nothing major or minor, is as good as two coppers, all about the same; each fault seems very serious, but at once another one comes out to surpass it. Orlando, tell me a few things. Rosalind No, my medicine is for sick people only.There was a man who used to come and go in this wood, and carve the name "Rosalind" on our tender bark, and spoil the trees; It is said that Rosalind's name is praised as a god.If I ever meet that flirt I'll have to teach him a lesson, because he seems to be lovesick. Orlando, I was the one tormented by love.Please tell me what healing method you have. Rosalind None of the marks my uncle spoke of, who once told me How to tell when a man is in love; I'm sure you're not the prisoner in that straw cage. Orlando What is that mark he speaks of? Rosalind, a thin face, you don't have; sunken eyes with black circles, you don't have; an air of being too lazy to talk to people, you don't have; a beard that you've forgotten to trim, you don't have it;— But then I can forgive you, because your beard is as small as your little brother's property.And your stockings should be ungartered, your hat should be unbuttoned, your cuffs should be unbuttoned, your shoes should be loosely strapped, and your Everywhere there is a careless indolence.But you are not such a person; you make yourself so well dressed, you look a little self-pitying, and you don't seem to be in love with anyone. Pretty boy of Orlando, I hope I can convince you that I am in love. Rosalind I believe it!You better ask your lover to believe it.I can conclude that even if she is easy to believe you, she will not admit it; this is also a point of women's dishonesty.But honestly, are you really the guy who hangs the compliments on Rosalind from the tree? Oran How many years, I swear to you by Rosalind's hand, I am he, the unfortunate him. Rosalind But are you really in love as your poem says? Orlando Nothing can express the depth of my love. Rosalind Love is but a kind of madness; I tell you, whoever is in love should be shut up in a dark room and whipped like a madman.So why don't they use this punishment method to cure love?For that kind of madness is so common that even whip-wielders are in love.But I have a cure for it. Orlando Have you ever healed anyone? Rosalind Yes, healed one; this way: He imagined me to be his love, his mistress, and I made him come to me every day to woo me; , a moment of tenderness, a moment of turning, a moment of longing, a moment of joy; proud, eccentric, tricky, shallow, frivolous, sometimes full of tears, sometimes full of smiles.A little bit of every emotion, but none of it real, like most children and women; sometimes she liked him, sometimes hated him, sometimes flattered him, sometimes ignored him, sometimes wept for him, sometimes put He spurns: I have driven my suitor so madly from love madness to true madness that I have renounced the world and become a hermit.I cured him with this method, and I can also use this method to wash your heart and liver clean, like a sheep's heart without any problems, without any trace of love. Orlando I would not cure, boy. Rosalind I could cure you, if you would call me Rosalind, and come to my hut every day and woo me. Orlando With the sincerity of my love, I will.tell me where you live. Rosalind Come with me, and I may show you; and tell me where in the wood you live along the way.go? Orlando is fine, good boy. Rosalind No, you must call me Rosalind.Come on, sister, let's go. (same below.) another part of the forest in scene 3 Enter Touchstone and Audrey; Jaques follows. Touchstone Come, good Audrey; I'll drive your goat.How, Audrey?Have I not been your good man?Do you like my rude look? Audrey, your air!God bless us!What air? Touchstone I am here with you and your goats, as Ovid, the most dreaming poet, was among the Goths. JAQUES (Aside) Well, learning in such a body is worse than Qiao Wu living in a hut! Touchstone A man whose poetry cannot be understood, whose talent cannot be understood, is worse than a big bill in an inn.Really, I hope the gods make you poetic. Audrey: I don't know what it means to be "a little more poetic".Is that a good word, a good thing?Is that honest? TOUCHSTONE Honestly, no, for the truest poetry is the most vain; lovers are poetic, and what they swear in poetry, may be said to be lovers' lies. Audrey Then would you like the grandparents to make me poetic? TOUCHSTONE Yes, yes; for you swear you are chaste, and if you be a poet, I may hope you lie. Audrey, don't you want me to be chaste? The touchstone is right, unless you are ugly; for chastity and beauty together are like honey to sugar. JAQUES (aside) What a wise fool! Well, Audrey, I was born ugly, so I beg the heavenly fathers to make me chaste. Touchstone Really, throwing chastity to an ugly slob is like throwing a piece of good meat in a filthy dish. Audrey I'm not a slob, though I thank the gods I'm ugly. Touchstone Well, thank the gods for giving you ugliness!Laziness may follow.But in spite of all this, I must marry you; for this I have gone to see Master Oliver Matanster, the vicar of the neighboring village, and he has promised to meet me here in the woods, and to match us. JAQUES (aside) I'd like to see the commotion. Good morning, Audrey, Godfathers bless us to be happy! Touchstone Amen!Even a timid person might not dare to do it rashly; for there are no temples here, only woods, no guests, only some animals with horns; but what does it matter?Have courage!Although horns are annoying, they are also indispensable.People say, "Many people have innumerable possessions;" By the way, many people also have innumerable good actors.Fortunately, it was a dowry from his wife, and he didn't get it himself.Out of corner?what's the matter?Is it only the poor who come out?No, no, the noblest deer has as big antlers as the humblest one.So is being single considered a good fortune?No, the city is better than the country, and the raised forehead of a married person is much more respectable than the flat forehead of an unmarried person; it is better to know how to fencing a few hands than not at all, so it is better to have horns than no horns powerful.Master Oliver is here. Enter Master Oliver Matanster. TOUCHSTONE Master Oliver Matanstedt, you have come at a very good time.Will you do it for us right here under this tree, or will we follow you to your church? Is there no one here in Matanster who can marry this woman out? Touchstone I don't want others to give her to me. Matankst really, she must be married by someone else, otherwise the marriage will not be legal. JACQUES (coming forward) Go on, go on; I can marry her. TOUCHSTONE Good night, Mr. So-and-so; hello, sir?welcome!Thank you so much for taking care of me last time.I'm glad to see you.I have a little business now, sir.Well, put on your hat, please. JAQUES Are you getting married, fool? Mr. Touchstone, the ox has a yoke, the horse has a rein, and the falcon has a golden bell on its leg. Are people ruthless if they are not wood and stone?Pigeons also have to kiss on the mouth; female college students should get married, and male college students should get married. JACQUES Will a man as cultivated as you marry like a beggar under a tree?Go to church and find a good pastor who can tell you what marriage is about.If this guy nails you together like siding, one of you will shrivel up like a board that hasn't been dried in the sun, and get more and more crooked. TOUCHSTONE (Aside) I think it better to let him marry me than others, because he won't do a decent wedding by the look of him; and if the marriage is hasty, I'll have an excuse to desert my wife later. Jaques, come with me and let me teach you. Come touchstone, good Audrey.We must marry, or we must commit adultery.Goodbye, good master Oliver, no Dear Oliver! Brave Oliver! Please don't throw me away;⑿ but Go away, Oliver! Go away, Oliver! We don't want you to have a wedding. (Exeunt JAQUES, TOUCHSTONE, AUDREY.) It doesn't matter Matanster, none of these absurd bastards can laugh at my job. (Down.) Another part of the forest in scene 4 Enter Rosalind and Celia. Rosalind Don't talk to me; I must weep. CELIA You may weep; but think it is not for a man to shed tears. Rosalind But have I not reason to weep? Celia There is no good reason; so cry. Rosalind could see from the color of his hair that he was a bad fellow. Celia had darker hair than Judas; his kisses were from Judas' line. Rosalind, in good conscience, his hair is well colored. Celia's a wonderful color; sorrel is the best color. Rosalind His kisses were as sacred as the touch of communion bread to his lips. Celia He bought a pair of Diana's used lips; a frosty nun would not kiss so piously as he; there is cold chastity in his lips. Rosalind But why didn't he come this morning when he swore to come? Celia needless to say, he was not half-hearted. Rosalind do you think so? Celia yes.I don't think he's a pickpocket, nor a horse thief; but as to the truth of his love, I think he's like an empty cup covered, or a moth hollow like a nut. Rosalind Isn't his love sincere? Celia When he is in love, he is true; But I think he is not in love. Rosalind Didn't you hear him swear that he was really in love? Celia said it was, and now it is not; and the oaths of lovers are as dubious as the mouths of waiters, who are habitual tellers.He's here with your father in the woods, duke. Rosalind I met the Duke yesterday, and talked to him a long time.He asked what my parents were like; I told him they were as noble as he was; and he laughed and let me go.But now that we have a man like Orlando, why do we have to talk about fathers? Celia, what a wonderful person!He writes fine poetry, speaks fine words, swears sweet oaths, and breaks them grandly, and breaks his lover's heart at the same time; like a poor gunslinger, who rides sideways like a good goose Broke the barrel of his gun.But what young people do with blood and madness is always outstanding. ——Who is coming? Enter Colin. Miss Colin and the high officials, don’t you often ask about that lovesick shepherd, didn’t you see him and me sitting on the grass the other day, praising his lover, the domineering shepherdess? Celia Well, how is he? Colin If you want to see a good play that's played seriously, Pale with love, and flushed with pride; I'll take you a few steps, and have a good time. Rosalind!Come on let's go.Those who are in love enjoy watching others fall in love.Take us to see; I'm going to play an important role in their drama. (same below.) Another part of the fifth forest Enter SILVES and FEEL. SILVES Dear Fee, don't laugh at me; please don't, Fee!You can say you don't love me, but don't say it so harshly.The hard-hearted executioner, accustomed to kill, says sorry before he strikes the bowed neck with the axe; can you be harder-hearted than this man who lives by bleeding? Enter Rosalind, Celia and Colin afterward. Fee I don't want to be your executioner, I run from you because I don't want to hurt you.You told me that my eyes can kill; of course, this kind of words are beautiful and touching; Called a tyrant, butcher, and murderer!Now I'm looking at you with the white eyes I'm trying to shake; if my eyes could hurt, let them kill you: now you can pretend to faint; hey, now you can fall down; if you Don't fall down, hum!Shame, shame, stop talking nonsense, saying that my eyes are the murderer.Now take out the scars that my eyes have put on you.A mere scratch with a needle will leave a little scar; hold a rush and your palm will leave a mark for a moment; but my eyes now cast on you, do not hurt you: I believe that there is absolutely no power in the eyes that can hurt people. Silvester, dear Fee, if one day—perhaps that day is near—you see the power of love in some pretty face, then you will feel the sharp arrow of love. The invisible trauma added to your heart. But before that day comes, please don't approach me.If that day comes, then you can use your sneer to torture me, but don't pity me; because until then, I will never pity you. Rosalind (coming forward) Why, please?Who was your mother who gave birth to you and insulted and bullied this unfortunate man so?You're not pretty--and, frankly, I think you'd be better off getting under the covers at night without lighting a candle--should you be so proud and heartless? ――What, what does this mean?What are you looking at me for?I see you are but a natural rough.damn it!I think she's trying to charm me.No, honestly, proud girl, don't dream!With your eyebrows like black water, your hair like silk, your eyes like black glass balls, or your face like cream, I can't make me fall for you. ——You stupid shepherd, why do you follow her, like the south wind blowing with mist and rain?You're a thousand times more beautiful man than she is; it's because of fools like you that there are so many ugly children in the world.It's your flattery that flatters her, not her mirror; and what you say makes her think herself much more beautiful than she is. --But, girl, you must understand yourself; kneel down, fast, and thank God for giving you such a good lover.I must whisper a personal word in your ear, sell as soon as you have a buyer; you don't have a market everywhere.Beg this big brother to forgive you; love him; accept his kindness.If one is born ugly and looks down on others, then it is extremely ugly. ――好，牧人，你拿了她去。再见吧。 菲可爱的青年，请您把我骂一整年吧。我宁愿听您的骂，不要听这人的恭维。 罗瑟林他爱上了她的丑样子，她爱上了我的怒气。倘使真有这种事，那么她一扮起了怒容来答复你，我便会把刻薄的话儿去治她。――你为什么这样瞧着我？ 菲我对您没有怀着恶意呀。 罗瑟林请你不要爱我吧，我这人是比醉后发的誓更靠不住的；而且我又不喜欢你。要是你要知道我家在何处，请到这儿附近的那簇橄榄树的地方来寻访好了。――我们去吧，妹妹。――牧人，着力追求她。――来，妹妹。――牧女，待他好一点儿，别那么骄傲；整个世界上生眼睛的人，都不会像他那样把你当作天仙的。――来，瞧我们的羊群去。（罗瑟琳、西莉娅、柯林同下。） 菲过去的诗人，现在我明白了你的话果然是真：“谁个情人不是一见就钟情？”⒀ 西尔维斯亲爱的菲―― 菲啊！你怎么说，西尔维斯？ 西尔维斯亲爱的菲，可怜我吧！ 菲唉，我为你伤心呢，温柔的西尔维斯。 西尔维斯同情之后，必有安慰；要是您见我因为爱情而伤心而同情我，那么只要把您的爱给我，您就可以不用再同情，我也无须再伤心了。 菲你已经得到我的爱了；咱们不是像邻居那么要好着吗？ 西尔维斯我要的是您。 菲啊，那就是贪心了。西尔维斯，从前我讨厌你；可是现在我也不是对你有什么爱情；不过你既然讲爱情讲得那么好，我本来是讨厌跟你在一起的，现在我可以忍受你了。我还有事儿要差遣你呢；可是除了你自己因为供我差遣而感到的欣喜以外，可不用希望我还会用什么来答谢你。 西尔维斯我的爱情是这样圣洁而完整，我又是这样不蒙眷顾，因此只要能够拾些人家收获过后留下来的残穗，我也以为是一次最丰富的收成了；随时略为给我一个不经意的微笑，我就可以靠着它活命。 菲你认识刚才对我讲话的那个少年吗？ 西尔维斯不大熟悉，但我常常遇见他；他已经把本来属于那个老头儿的草屋和地产都买下来了。 菲不要以为我爱他，虽然我问起他。他只是个淘气的孩子；可是倒很会讲话；但是空话我理它作甚？然而说话的人要是能够讨听话的人欢喜，那么空话也是很好的。他是个标致的青年；不算顶标致。当然他是太骄傲了；然而他的骄傲很配他。他长起来倒是一个漂亮的汉子，顶好的地方就是他的脸色；他的舌头刚刚得罪了人，用眼睛一瞟就补偿过来了。他的个儿不很高；然而照他的年纪说起来也就够高。他的腿不过如此；但也还好。他的嘴唇红得很美，比他那张白脸上搀和着的红色更烂熟更浓艳；一个是大红，一个是粉红。西尔维斯，有些女人假如也像我一样向他这么评头品足起来，一定会马上爱上他的；可是我呢，我不爱他，也不恨他；然而我有应该格外恨他的理由。凭什么他要骂我呢？他说我的眼珠黑，我的头发黑；现在我记起来了，他嘲笑着我呢。我不懂怎么我不还骂他；但那没有关系，不声不响并不就是善罢甘休。我要写一封辱骂的信给他，你可以给我带去；你肯不肯，西尔维斯？ 西尔维斯菲，那是我再愿意不过的了。 菲我就写去；这件事情盘绕在我的心头，我要简简单单地把他挖苦一下。跟我去，西尔维斯。 (same below.)