Quod Erat Demonstrandumb

Phebe.  Good shepard, tell this youth what ’tis to love.

Silvius.  It is to be all made of sighs and tears;

And so am I for Phebe.

Phebe.  And I for Ganymede.

Orlando.  And I for Rosalind.

Rosalind.  And I for no woman.

Silvius.  It is to be all made of faith and service;

And so am I for Phebe.

Phebe.  And I for Ganymede.

Orlando.  And I for Rosalind.

Rosalind.  And I for no woman.

Silvius.  It is to be all made of fantasy,

All made of passion, and all made of wishes;

All adoration, duty, and observance,

All humbleness, all patience, and impatience,

All purity, all trial, all deservings;

And so am I for Phebe.

Phebe.  And so am I for Ganymede.

Orlando.  And so am I for Rosalind.

Rosalind.  And so am I for no woman.

Phebe.  If this be so, why blame you me to love you?

Silvius.  If this be so, why blame you me to love you?

Orlando.  If this be so, why blame you me to love you?

Rosalind.  Who do you speak to, ‘Why blame you me to love you?’

Orlando.  To her that is not here, nor doth not hear.

Rosalind.  Pray you, no more of this; ’tis like the howling of

Irish wolves against the moon.

As You Like It 5:2

 

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