As You Like It Act 4 Scene 3 William Shakespeare

SCENE III. The forest

Enter ROSALIND and CELIA

ROSALIND
How say you now? Is it not past two o'clock? and
Here much Orlando!

CELIA
I warrant you, with pure love and troubled brain, he
Hath ta'en his bow and arrows and is gone forth to
Sleep. Look, who comes here.

Enter SILVIUS

SILVIUS
My errand is to you, fair youth;
My gentle Phebe bid me give you this:
I know not the contents; but, as I guess
By the stern brow and waspish action
Which she did use as she was writing of it,
It bears an angry tenor: pardon me:
I am but as a guiltless messenger.

ROSALIND
Patience herself would startle at this letter
And play the swaggerer; bear this, bear all:
She says I am not fair, that I lack manners;
She calls me proud, and that she could not love me
Were man as rare as phoenix. 'Od's my will!
Her love is not the hare that I do hunt:
Why writes she so to me? Well, shepherd, well,
This is a letter of your own device.