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As You Like It, II. iv  Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you still.

Sil. O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love her!

Cor. I partly guess, for I have lov'd ere now.

Sil. No, Corin; being old, thou canst not guess,

Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover

As ever sigh'd upon a midnight pillow:

But if thy love were ever like to mine,—

As sure I think did never man love so,—

How many actions most ridiculous

Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?

Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten.

Sil. O! thou didst then ne'er love so heartily.

If thou remember'st not the slightest folly

That ever love did make thee run into,

Thou hast not lov'd:

Or if thou hast not sat as I do now,

Wearing thy hearer with thy mistress' praise,

Thou hast not lov'd:

Or if thou hast not broke from company

Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,

Thou hast not lov'd. O Phebe, Phebe, Phebe!

Exit.

Ros. Alas, poor shepherd! searching of thy wound,

I have by hard adventure found mine own.

Touch. 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

had milked; and I remember the wooing of a

peascod instead of her, from whom I took two

 31 fantasy: imagination

38 Wearing: wearing out

43 thy wound; cf. n.

44 adventure: hazard, chance

48 batler: bat for beating clothes in the process of washing

49 chopped: chapped

51 peascod; cf. n. 