And I mine. I remember when I was in love I broke my
sword upon a stone and bid him take that for coming a-
night to Jane Smile. And I remember the kissing of her
batler, and the cow's dugs that her pretty chopped hands
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had milked. And I remember the wooing of a peascod
instead of her, from whom I took two cods and, giving her
them again, said with weeping tears, “Wear these for my
sake.” We that are true lovers run into strange capers. But
as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in
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folly.
TOUCHSTONE
Me too. I remember when I was in love, I broke my sword on a stone, and told him to take that for coming at night to see Jane Smile. I remember kissing her washing stick and the cow's udders that her pretty, chapped hands had milked. I remember wooing a pea plant in her name, and then taking two pea pods and begging her to wear them “for my sake.” Those of us who are really in love will do the strangest things. But everything that lives is mortal, including the foolishness of love.
ROSALIND
Thou speak'st wiser than thou art ware of.
ROSALIND
You speak more wisely than you know.
TOUCHSTONE
Nay, I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break my
shins against it.
TOUCHSTONE
Nah, I'll never be aware of my own wit, until I break my shins on it.
ROSALIND
Jove, Jove, this shepherd's passion
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Is much upon my fashion.
ROSALIND
By God! This shepherd's condition is like my own.
TOUCHSTONE
And mine, but it grows something stale with me.
TOUCHSTONE
And like mine, but I'm getting a little tired of it.
CELIA
I pray you, one of you question yond man, if he for gold will
give us any food. I faint almost to death.
CELIA
Please, one of you go ask that man over there if we can buy some food off him. I'm faint with hunger.
TOUCHSTONE
(to CORIN) Holla, you clown!
TOUCHSTONE
(to CORIN) Hey, clown!
ROSALIND
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Peace, fool. He's not thy kinsman.
ROSALIND
Shut up, fool. He's not your relative.
CORIN
Who calls?
CORIN
Who's calling?
TOUCHSTONE
Your betters, sir.
TOUCHSTONE
Your superiors.
CORIN
Else are they very wretched.
CORIN
If they weren't my betters, they'd be pretty wretched indeed.
