ROSALIND (to the mousy little Phebe)<\/p>\n
Who might be your mother,
\nThat you insult, exult, and all at once,
\nOver the wretched? What though you have no beauty,–
\nAs, by my faith, I see no more in you
\nThan without candle may go dark to bed–
\nMust you be therefore proud and pitiless?
\nWhy, what means this? Why do you look on me?
\nI see no more in you than in the ordinary
\nOf nature’s sale-work. ‘Od’s my little life,
\nI think she means to tangle my eyes too!
\nNo, faith, proud mistress, hope not after it:
\n‘Tis not your inky brows, your black silk hair,
\nYour bugle eyeballs, nor your cheek of cream,
\nThat can entame my spirits to your worship.
\nYou foolish shepherd, wherefore do you follow her,
\nLike foggy south puffing with wind and rain?
\nYou are a thousand times a properer man
\nThan she a woman: ’tis such fools as you
\nThat makes the world full of ill-favour’d children:
\n‘Tis not her glass, but you, that flatters her;
\nAnd out of you she sees herself more proper
\nThan any of her lineaments can show her.
\nBut, mistress, know yourself: down on your knees,
\nAnd thank heaven, fasting, for a good man’s love:
\nFor I must tell you friendly in your ear,
\nSell when you can: you are not for all markets:
\nCry the man mercy; love him; take his offer:
\nFoul is most foul, being foul to be a scoffer.
\nSo take her to thee, shepherd: fare you well.<\/p>\n
\nIs there a blunter line than “Sell when you can: you are not for all markets”? <\/p>\n
Not only does Rosalind know a lot about love, she appears to have a deep understanding of capitalism as well.<\/p>\n
This monologue has been coming up a lot recently.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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