Rosalind why i pray you

Elizabethan audiences, however, loved this kind of whimsical gender gymnastics, and even today, this kind of drag masquerade is sure-fire comedy, provided of course that it is done in broad humor.

Previous Scene 4. Next Scene 1. Removing book from your Reading List will also remove any bookmarked pages associated with this title. As Duke Senior and his companions sit down to eat, Orlando enters, demanding food. Welcomed by the duke, he brings…. Duke Frederick gives Oliver one year to produce Orlando. Orlando hangs poems in praise of Rosalind on trees in the forest, where Rosalind and Celia find them.

In disguise…. Touchstone, desiring a goat-keeper named Audrey, has arranged for a country priest to marry them in the woods. Jaques persuades…. Instead, Phoebe falls in love with…. Rosalind, as Ganymede, pretends to be Rosalind while Orlando courts her. With Celia as priest, they go through the beginning….

As Rosalind and Celia wait for Orlando, they learn that he…. Original Text. Modern Text. And when that time comes, 35 Afflict me with thy mocks, pity me not, As till that time I shall not pity thee. Who might be your mother, That you insult, exult, and all at once, 40 Over the wretched?

What though you have no 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? Will you sterner be Than he that dies and lives by bloody drops?

I fly thee, for I would not injure thee. Now counterfeit to swoon; why, now fall down; Or if thou canst not, O, for shame, for shame, Lie not, to say mine eyes are murderers. Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remains Some scar of it. Lean upon a rush, The cicatrice and capable impressure Thy palm some moment keeps.

But now mine eyes, 25 Which I have darted at thee, hurt thee not; Nor I am sure there is no force in eyes That can do hurt. And when that time 35 comes, Afflict me with thy mocks, pity me not, As till that time I shall not pity thee. Silvius is pretty pathetic.

He says Phoebe may not love him, but he asks her to at least not be so bitter about the whole thing. Phoebe replies that Silvius claimed her eyes could kill. He has lied, because she has tried to kill him with her eyes and he's still around. Brain snack: Silvius is acting like a typical "Petrarchan lover" here. Petrarch was a 14th-century Italian poet whose love poetry featured the unattainable and cruel Laura, a beautiful woman who drove the poet crazy with her luscious body and cold demeanor.

She also had the ability to "wound" men with her icy stare. Phoebe, in case you haven't noticed, acts a lot like Laura.