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As You Like It

As You Like It Translation Act 3, Scene 4

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Enter ROSALIND and CELIA

ROSALIND

Never talk to me. I will weep.

ROSALIND

Don't talk to me. I'll cry.

CELIA

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

CELIA

Go ahead and cry, but at least consider that tears aren't proper for a man.

ROSALIND

But have I not cause to weep?

ROSALIND

But don't I have good reason to cry?

CELIA

As good cause as one would desire. Therefore weep.

CELIA

As good a reason as you could want. So go on and cry.

ROSALIND

His very hair is of the dissembling color.

ROSALIND

Even his hair is a liar—it's red, the same color as Judas's hair.

CELIA

Something browner than Judas’s. Marry, his kisses areJudas’s own children.

CELIA

It's a bit browner than Judas'. Although, indeed, his kisses are betrayals, like Judas's kisses were.

ROSALIND

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

ROSALIND

Honestly, his hair is a good color.

CELIA

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

CELIA

It is an excellent color. Chestnut is always the best color.

ROSALIND

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

ROSALIND

And his kisses are as holy as Communion bread.

CELIA

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

CELIA

He must have bought a cast-off pair of cast-iron lips from chaste Diana. His kisses are more religious than those of a frigid nun. They seem to have the very iciness of chastity in them.

ROSALIND

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

ROSALIND

But why would he swear to come this morning, and then not come?

CELIA

Nay, certainly, there is no truth in him.

CELIA

Well, certainly, he must be a complete liar.

ROSALIND

Do you think so?

ROSALIND

Do you think so?

CELIA

Yes, I think he is not a pick-purse nor a horse-stealer, but for his verity in love, I do think him as concave as a covered goblet or a worm-eaten nut.

CELIA

Yes. He's not a pickpocket or a horse-thief, but when it comes to honesty in love, I think he's as hollow as a covered cup or a worm-eaten nut.

ROSALIND

Not true in love?

ROSALIND

You think his love isn't true?

CELIA

Yes, when he is in, but I think he is not in.

CELIA

I think his love is true when he is in love, but I think he's not in love right now.

ROSALIND

You have heard him swear downright he was.

ROSALIND

But you've heard him swear outright that he was.

CELIA

“Was” is not “is.” Besides, the oath of a lover is no stronger than the word of a tapster. They are both the confirmer of false reckonings. He attends here in the forest on the duke your father.

CELIA

"Was" is not "is." He may have been in love, but he isn't anymore. Besides, the promises of a lover are no better than those of a swindling bartender: they both swear to their false accounts. Orlando is now staying in the forest and serving the duke your father.

ROSALIND

I met the duke yesterday and had much question with him. He asked me of what parentage I was. I told him, ofas good as he. So he laughed and let me go. But what talk we of fathers when there is such a man as Orlando?

ROSALIND

I met my father yesterday, and he had many questions for me. He asked me what rank my parents were, and I told him that they were as good as he is. He laughed at that, and let me go. But why are we talking about fathers, when such a man as Orlando exists?

CELIA

Oh, that’s a brave man. He writes brave verses, speaksbrave words, swears brave oaths, and breaks them bravely, quite traverse, athwart the heart of his lover, as a puny tilter that spurs his horse but on one side breaks his staff like a noble goose; but all’s brave that youth mounts and folly guides.

CELIA

Oh, he's a brave man indeed. He writes brave verses, speaks brave words, makes brave promises—and then bravely breaks them. He's like a bad jouster when it comes to his lover's heart—he strikes sideways instead of head-on, and breaks his lance like a noble fool. But everything a young man does is brave, when he's mounted on his youth and guided by his folly.

Enter CORIN

Who comes here?

Who's that coming?

CORIN

Mistress and master, you have oft inquired After the shepherd that complained of love, Who you saw sitting by me on the turf, Praising the proud disdainful shepherdess That was his mistress.

CORIN

Mistress and master, you have often asked me about that lovestruck shepherd, whom you once saw sitting at my side and praising the proud, disdainful shepherdess with whom he was in love.

CELIA

[As Aliena] Well, and what of him?

CELIA

Well, what about him?

CORIN

If you will see a pageant truly played Between the pale complexion of true love And the red glow of scorn and proud disdain, Go hence a little, and I shall conduct you, If you will mark it.

CORIN

If you would like to see a performance being played out between someone who is pale with true, unrequited love, and someone red with scorn and proud disdain, then come with me a little ways and you can watch. 

ROSALIND

[aside to CELIA] O, come, let us remove.The sight of lovers feedeth those in love. [as Ganymede, to CORIN] Bring us to this sight, and youshall sayI’ll prove a busy actor in their play.

ROSALIND

[To CELIA so that only she can hear] Oh, come, let's go. The sight of lovers is nourishment to those already in love. 

[To CORIN] Bring us to this scene, and you'll see me take a part in their play.

Exeunt

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About the Translator: Matt Cosby
Matt Cosby graduated from Amherst College in 2011, and currently works as a writer and editor for LitCharts. He is from Florida but now lives in Portland, Oregon, where he also makes art, plays the piano, and goes to dog parks.