1. SCENE I. Forest of Arden.
[Enter ROSALIND, CELIA, and JAQUES.]
I pr'ythee, pretty youth, let me be better acquainted with thee.
They say you are a melancholy fellow.
I am so; I do love it better than laughing.
Those that are in extremity of either are abominable
fellows, and betray themselves to every modern censure worse
Why, 'tis good to be sad and say nothing.
Why then, 'tis good to be a post.
I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is
emulation; nor the musician's, which is fantastical; nor the
courtier's, which is proud; nor the soldier's, which is
ambitious; nor the lawyer's, which is politic; nor the lady's,
which is nice; nor the lover's, which is all these: but it is
a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted
from many objects: and, indeed, the sundry contemplation of my
travels; in which my often rumination wraps me in a most
A traveller! By my faith, you have great reason to be
sad: I fear you have sold your own lands to see other men's;
then to have seen much and to have nothing is to have rich eyes
and poor hands.
Yes, I have gained my experience.
And your experience makes you sad: I had rather have a fool to
make me merry than experience to make me sad; and to travel for
Good day, and happiness, dear Rosalind!
Nay, then, God be wi' you, an you talk in blank verse.