Enter ROSALIND, CELIA, and JAQUES
I prithee, pretty youth, let me be better acquainted with
They say you are a melancholy fellow.
I am so. I do love it better than laughing.
5Those that are in extremity of either are abominable fellows
and betray themselves to every modern censure worse than
Why, ’tis good to be sad and say nothing.
Why then, ’tis good to be a post.
10I 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