love no man in good earnest ; nor no farther in sport
neither, than with safety of a pure blush thou may'bt in
honour come off again.
Ros. What shall be our sport then ?
Cel. Let us sit and mock the good housewife, Fortune,
from her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be bestowed
equally.
Ros. I would we could do so : for her benefits are
mightily misplaced : and the bountiful blind woman doth
most mistake in her gifts to women.
Cel. 'Tis true : for those that she makes fair, she scarce
makes honest ; and those that she makes honest, she makes
very ill-favour'dly.
Ros. Nay, now thou goest from fortune's office to nature's:
fortune reigns in gifts of the world, not in the lineaments
of nature.
ROSALIND.
[As You LIKE IT, Act III. Scene 2.]
Cel. Didst thou hear these verses ?
Ros. yes, I heard them all, and more too ; for some of
them had in them more feet than the verses would bear.
Cel. That's no matter ; the feet might bear the verses.
Ros. Ay, but the feet were lame, and could not bear
themselves without the verse, and therefore stood lamely
in the verse.
Cel. But didst thou hear, without wondering how thy
name should be hang'd and carved upon these trees ?