[Exeunt Touchstone, Audrey and Jaques.]
MARTEXT.
’Tis no matter. Ne’er a fantastical knave of them all shall flout me out of my calling.
[Exit.]
SCENE IV. Another part of the Forest. Before a Cottage
Enter Rosalind and Celia.
ROSALIND.
Never talk to me, I will weep.
CELIA.
Do, I prithee, but yet have the grace to consider that tears do not become a man.
ROSALIND.
But have I not cause to weep?
CELIA.
As good cause as one would desire; therefore weep.
ROSALIND.
His very hair is of the dissembling colour.