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As You Like It, III. iv  'O sweet Oliver!

O brave Oliver!

Leave me not behind thee:'

but,—

'Wind away,

Begone, I say,

I will not to wedding with thee.'

[Exeunt Jaques, Touchstone, and Audrey.]

Sir Oli. 'Tis no matter: ne'er a fantastical

knave of them all shall flout me out of my call-

ing.

Ros. Never talk to me: I will weep.

Cel. Do, I prithee; but yet have the grace to

consider that tears do not become a man.

Ros. But have I not cause to weep?

Cel. As good cause as one would desire;

therefore weep.

Ros. His very hair is of the dissembling colour.

Cel. Something browner than Judas's; marry,

his kisses are Judas's own children.

Ros. I' faith, his hair is of a good colour.

Cel. An excellent colour: your chestnut was

ever the only colour.

Ros. And his kissing is as full of sanctity as

the touch of holy bread.

Cel. He hath bought a pair of cast lips of

 105 O sweet Oliver; cf. n.

109 Wind away: go away

 7 dissembling: false; cf. n.

8 Judas's; cf. n.

11 your chestnut; cf. n.

15 cast: cast off, possibly a quibble for 'chaste' 