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Enter Silvius and Phebe.

Look, here comes a lover of mine and a lover of hers.

Phe.

Youth, you have done me much ungentleness,

To show the letter that I writ to you.

Ros.

I care not if I have. It is my study

To seem despiteful and ungentle to you.

You are there followed by a faithful shepherd—

Look upon him, love him; he worships you.

Phe.

Good shepherd, tell this youth what ’tis to love.

Sil.

It is to be all made of sighs and tears,

And so am I for Phebe.

Phe.

And I for Ganymed.

Orl.

And I for Rosalind.

Ros.

And I for no woman.

Sil.

It is to be all made of faith and service,

And so am I for Phebe.

Phe.

And I for Ganymed.

Orl.

And I for Rosalind.

Ros.

And I for no woman.

Sil.

It is to be all made of fantasy,

All made of passion, and all made of wishes,

All adoration, duty, and observance,

All humbleness, all patience, and impatience,

All purity, all trial, all observance;

And so am I for Phebe.

Phe.

And so am I for Ganymed.

Orl.

And so am I for Rosalind.

Ros.