As You Like It
How we cite our quotes:
Alas the day! what shall I do with my doublet and
hose? What did he when thou sawest him? What said
he? How looked he? Wherein went he? What makes
him here? Did he ask for me? Where remains he?
How parted he with thee? and when shalt thou see
him again? Answer me in one word. (3.2.19)
OMG! Rosalind can't wait to hear what Orlando's been up to when she finds out that he's not only in the forest, but that he's also been tagging up all the trees with poetry about her. Like we've said, even Rosalind, who's usually a calm and collected girl, is laid flat by love.
Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as
well a dark house and a whip as madmen do; and the reason why
they are not so punish'd and cured is that the lunacy is so
ordinary that the whippers are in love too. (3.2.44)
Rosalind really does believe love is a madness; she is not just speaking in jest here. One of her intricacies as a character is to admit that love is madness and still be perfectly happy to get caught up in it (something someone like Jaques could not do).
Sweet Phoebe, do not scorn me; do not, Phoebe;
Say that you love me not, but say not so
In bitterness. The common executioner,
Whose heart the accustom'd sight of death makes hard,
Falls not the axe upon the humbled neck
But first begs pardon: will you sterner be
Than he that dies and lives by bloody drops? (3.5.1)
Uh-oh. It looks like we've got another pathetic Petrarchan lover on our hands when Silvius begs stuck-up Phoebe not to scorn him.