And so I am for Rosalind.
ROSALIND.
And so I am for no woman.
DUKE.
Come, shall we go and kill us venison?
And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools,—
Being native burghers of this desert city,—
Should, on their own confines, with forked heads,
Have their round haunches gor'd.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh, ho! sing heigh, ho! unto the green holly:—
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly!
Then, heigh, ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.
[306]: Comparez Jacques à Alceste. C'est le contraste d'un misanthrope par raisonnement et d'un misanthrope par imagination.