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As You Like It, IV. ii  Take thou no scorn to wear the horn;

It was a crest ere thou wast born:

Thy father's father wore it,

And thy father bore it:

The horn, the horn, the lusty horn

Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.'

Exeunt.

Ros. How say you now? Is it not past two

o'clock? And here much Orlando!

Cel. I warrant you, with pure love and a

troubled brain, he hath ta'en his bow and ar-

rows, and is gone forth to sleep.

Look, who comes here.

Sil. My errand is to you, fair youth.

My gentle Phebe did bid me give you this:

[Giving a letter.]

I know not the contents; but, as I guess

By the stern brow and waspish action

Which she did use as she was writing of it,

It bears an angry tenour: pardon me;

I am but as a guiltless messenger.

Ros. Patience herself would startle at this letter,

And play the swaggerer: bear this, bear all:

She says I am not fair; that I lack manners;

She calls me proud, and that she could not love me

Were man as rare as phœnix. 'Od's my will!

 18 phœnix; cf. n. 