Come, sister. Shepherdess, look on him better,
And be not proud: though all the world could see,
None could be so abused in sight as he.
[079] Come, to our flock. [Exeunt Rosalind, Celia and Corin.
[080] Phe. Dead shepherd, now I find thy saw of might,
‘Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?’
Sil. Sweet Phebe,—
Phe.
Ha, what say’st thou, Silvius?
Sil. Sweet Phebe, pity me.