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TOUCHSTONE

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 cods and, giving her them again, said with weeping tears, “Wear these for my sake.” We that are true lovers run into strange capers. But as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.

TOUCHSTONE

Me too. I remember when I was in love, I broke my sword on a stone, and told him to take that for coming at night to see Jane Smile. I remember kissing her washing stick and the cow’s udders that her pretty, chapped hands had milked. I remember wooing a pea plant in her name, and then taking two pea pods and begging her to wear them “for my sake.” Those of us who are really in love will do the strangest things. But everything that lives is mortal, including the foolishness of love.

ROSALIND

Thou speak’st wiser than thou art ware of.

ROSALIND

You speak more wisely than you know.

TOUCHSTONE

Nay, I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it.

TOUCHSTONE

Nah, I’ll never be aware of my own wit, until I break my shins on it.

ROSALIND

Jove, Jove, this shepherd’s passion
55Is much upon my fashion.

ROSALIND

By God! This shepherd’s condition is like my own.

TOUCHSTONE

And mine, but it grows something stale with me.

TOUCHSTONE

And like mine, but I’m getting a little tired of it.

CELIA

I pray you, one of you question yond man, if he for gold will give us any food. I faint almost to death.

CELIA

Please, one of you go ask that man over there if we can buy some food off him. I’m faint with hunger.

TOUCHSTONE

(to CORIN) Holla, you clown!

TOUCHSTONE

(to CORIN) Hey, clown!

ROSALIND

60Peace, fool. He’s not thy kinsman.

ROSALIND

Shut up, fool. He’s not your relative.

CORIN

Who calls?

CORIN

Who’s calling?

TOUCHSTONE

Your betters, sir.

TOUCHSTONE

Your superiors.

CORIN

Else are they very wretched.

CORIN

If they weren’t my betters, they’d be pretty wretched indeed.