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ROSALIND and CELIA enter. |
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| | ROSALIND |
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Never talk to me. I will weep. |
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| ROSALIND |
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Don't talk to me. I'm going to cry. |
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| | CELIA |
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Do, I prithee, but yet have the grace to consider that tears |
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do not become a man. |
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| CELIA |
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Go ahead if you want, but remember that crying doesn't suit a man. |
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| | ROSALIND |
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But have I not cause to weep? |
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| ROSALIND |
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But don't I have good reason to cry? |
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| | CELIA |
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As good cause as one would desire. Therefore weep. |
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| CELIA |
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As good a reason as any. So go ahead and cry. |
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| | ROSALIND |
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His very hair is of the dissembling color. |
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| ROSALIND |
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I mean, his hair
is even red—the same color as that lying Judas. |
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| | CELIA |
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Something browner than Judas's. Marry, his kisses are |
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Judas's own children. |
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| CELIA |
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No, it's a shade browner than Judas's
—but his kisses are just like Judas's. |
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| | ROSALIND |
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I' faith, his hair is of a good color. |
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| ROSALIND |
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No, really, his hair is a nice color. |
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| | CELIA |
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An excellent color. Your chestnut was ever the only color. |
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| CELIA |
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A very good color, this chestnut. |
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| | ROSALIND |
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And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the touch of holy |
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bread. |
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| ROSALIND |
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His kiss is as holy as bread blessed by a priest. |
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| | CELIA |
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He hath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana. A nun of |
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winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously. The very ice |
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of chastity is in them. |
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| CELIA |
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He must have bought a cast-iron pair of Diana's
lips: an elderly nun isn't anymore devoted in her kissing than he is. His kiss is cold and chaste.
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| | ROSALIND |
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But why did he swear he would come this morning, and |
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comes not? |
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| ROSALIND |
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But why would he promise to come visit me this morning and then not come? |
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