As You Like It, Act 3, Scene 4

Never talk to me, I will weep.

Don't talk to me — I'm going to cry.

Do, I prithee, but yet have the grace to consider that tears do not become a man.

Please do, but at least have the decency to remember that tears don't suit a man.

But have I not cause to weep?

But don't I have reason to cry?

As good cause as one would desire; therefore weep.

As good a reason as anyone could want. So cry.

His very hair is of the dissembling colour.

Even his hair is the colour of deceit.

Something browner than Judas’s. Marry, his kisses are Judas’s own children.

A bit browner than Judas's. Yes indeed, his kisses are Judas's own children.

I’ faith, his hair is of a good colour.

Honestly, his hair is a good colour.

An excellent colour. Your chestnut was ever the only colour.

An excellent colour. Chestnut was always the only colour worth having.

And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the touch of holy bread.

And his kissing is as holy as the touch of blessed bread.

He hath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana. A nun of winter’s sisterhood kisses not more religiously; the very ice of chastity is in them.

He's bought a pair of Diana's discarded lips. A nun in a sisterhood of winter doesn't kiss more piously; the very ice of chastity is in them.

But why did he swear he would come this morning, and comes not?

But why did he swear he would come this morning, and then not come?

Nay, certainly, there is no truth in him.

No, certainly, there's no truth in him.

Do you think so?

Do you think so?

Yes. I think he is not a pick-purse nor a horse-stealer, but for his verity in love, I do think him as concave as a covered goblet or a worm-eaten nut.

Yes. I don't think he's a pickpocket or a horse thief, but as for his truthfulness in love, I think he's as hollow as a covered goblet or a worm-eaten nut.

Not true in love?

Not true in love?

Yes, when he is in, but I think he is not in.

Yes, when he's in it — but I don't think he's in it.

You have heard him swear downright he was.

You've heard him swear flatly that he was.

“Was” is not “is”. Besides, the oath of a lover is no stronger than the word of a tapster. They are both the confirmer of false reckonings. He attends here in the forest on the Duke your father.

"Was" is not "is". Besides, a lover's oath is no stronger than a barman's word. They both back up false bills. He's here in the forest, attending on the Duke your father.

I met the Duke yesterday, and had much question with him. He asked me of what parentage I was. I told him, of as good as he, so he laughed and let me go. But what talk we of fathers when there is such a man as Orlando?

I met the Duke yesterday and had a long conversation with him. He asked me what family I came from. I told him, one as good as his, so he laughed and let me go. But why are we talking about fathers when there's a man like Orlando to talk about?

O, that’s a brave man! He writes brave verses, speaks brave words, swears brave oaths, and breaks them bravely, quite traverse, athwart the heart of his lover, as a puny tilter, that spurs his horse but on one side, breaks his staff like a noble goose. But all’s brave that youth mounts and folly guides. Who comes here?

Oh, he's a fine man! He writes fine verses, speaks fine words, swears fine oaths, and breaks them finely, sideways, straight across his lover's heart, like a feeble jouster who spurs his horse on one side only and snaps his lance like a noble goose. But everything is fine that youth rides and folly steers. Who's coming here?

Mistress and master, you have oft enquired After the shepherd that complained of love, Who you saw sitting by me on the turf, Praising the proud disdainful shepherdess That was his mistress.

Mistress and master, you have often asked after the shepherd who was complaining about love, the one you saw sitting beside me on the grass, praising the proud, scornful shepherdess who was his mistress.

Well, and what of him?

Well, what about him?

If you will see a pageant truly played Between the pale complexion of true love And the red glow of scorn and proud disdain, Go hence a little, and I shall conduct you, If you will mark it.

If you'd like to see a show played out for real between the pale complexion of true love and the red flush of scorn and proud disdain, come a little way with me and I'll take you there, if you want to watch it.

O, come, let us remove. The sight of lovers feedeth those in love. Bring us to this sight, and you shall say I’ll prove a busy actor in their play.

Oh, come on, let's go. Watching lovers is food for those in love. Take us to this sight, and you'll be able to say I'll turn out to be a busy actor in their play.