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As You Like It, III. v

Over the wretched? What though you have beauty,—

As by my faith, I see no more in you

Than without candle may go dark to bed,—

Must you be therefore proud and pitiless?

Why, what means this? Why do you look on me?

I see no more in you than in the ordinary

Of nature's sale-work. Od's my little life!

I think she means to tangle my eyes too.

No, faith, proud mistress, hope not after it:

'Tis not your inky brows, your black silk hair,

Your bugle eyeballs, nor your cheek of cream,

That can entame my spirits to your worship.

You foolish shepherd, wherefore do you follow her,

Like foggy south puffing with wind and rain?

You are a thousand times a properer man

Than she a woman: 'tis such fools as you

That make the world full of ill-favour'd children:

'Tis not her glass, but you, that flatters her:

And out of you she sees herself more proper

Than any of her lineaments can show her.

But, mistress, know yourself: down on your knees,

And thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love:

For I must tell you friendly in your ear,

Sell when you can; you are not for all markets.

Cry the man mercy; love him; take his offer:

Foul is most foul, being foul to be a scoffer.

So take her to thee, shepherd. Fare you well.

Phe. Sweet youth, I pray you, chide a year together:

 39 dark: without light; cf. n.

43 sale-work: ready-made work, (hence) work not of the best quality

Od's: God save

44 tangle: entangle

45 after it: i.e., to accomplish this

47 bugle: black; cf. n.

48 entame: subdue

50 south: south wind

51 properer: better looking

61 Cry mercy: beg for mercy

62 Foul scoffer; cf. n.

64 together: on end 