No Fear Shakespeare: As You Like It: Act 3, scene iv

Enter ROSALIND and CELIA

ROSALIND and CELIA enter.

	ROSALIND
	Never talk to me. I will weep.

ROSALIND

Don't talk to me. I'm going to cry.

	CELIA
	Do, I prithee, but yet have the grace to consider that tears
	do not become a man.

CELIA

Go ahead if you want, but remember that crying doesn't suit a man.

	ROSALIND
	But have I not cause to weep?

ROSALIND

But don't I have good reason to cry?

	CELIA
5	As good cause as one would desire. Therefore weep.

CELIA

As good a reason as any. So go ahead and cry.

	ROSALIND
	His very hair is of the dissembling color.

ROSALIND

I mean, his hair is even red—the same color as that lying Judas.

	CELIA
	Something browner than Judas's. Marry, his kisses are
	Judas's own children.

CELIA

No, it's a shade browner than Judas's —but his kisses are just like Judas's.

	ROSALIND
	I' faith, his hair is of a good color.

ROSALIND

No, really, his hair is a nice color.

	CELIA
10	An excellent color. Your chestnut was ever the only color.

CELIA

A very good color, this chestnut.

	ROSALIND
	And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the touch of holy
	bread.

ROSALIND

His kiss is as holy as bread blessed by a priest.

	CELIA
	He hath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana. A nun of
	winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously. The very ice
15	of chastity is in them.

CELIA

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.

	ROSALIND
	But why did he swear he would come this morning, and
	comes not?

ROSALIND

But why would he promise to come visit me this morning and then not come?