There's a girl goes before the
priest;
and, certainly, a woman's thought runs before her actions.
ORLANDO. So do all thoughts; they are wing'd.
ROSALIND. Now tell me how long you would have her, after you
have
possess'd her.
ORLANDO. For ever and a day.
ROSALIND. Say 'a day' without the 'ever.' No, no, Orlando; men
are
April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May
when
they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. I
will
be more jealous of thee than a Barbary cock-pigeon over his
hen,
more clamorous than a parrot against rain, more new-fangled
than
an ape, more giddy in my desires than a monkey. I will weep
for
nothing, like Diana in the fountain, and I will do that when
you
are dispos'd to be merry; I will laugh like a hyen, and that
when
thou are inclin'd to sleep.
ORLANDO. But will my Rosalind do so?
ROSALIND. By my life, she will do as I do.
ORLANDO. O, but she is wise.
ROSALIND. Or else she could not have the wit to do this.
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