. The comedies, histories, tragedies, and poems of William Shakspere. heek; twas just the difference Betwixt the constant red, and mingled damaski^. There be some women, Silvius, had they markd him ( In parcels as I did, would have gone near To fall in love with him : but, for my part, I love him not, nor hate him not; and yet Have more cause to hate him than to love him: For what had he to do to chide at me ? He said, mine eyes were black, and my hair black ; And now I am rememberd, scornd at me : I marvel why I answerd not again: But that s all one : omittance is no quittance. I 11 write to
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. The comedies, histories, tragedies, and poems of William Shakspere. heek; twas just the difference Betwixt the constant red, and mingled damaski^. There be some women, Silvius, had they markd him ( In parcels as I did, would have gone near To fall in love with him : but, for my part, I love him not, nor hate him not; and yet Have more cause to hate him than to love him: For what had he to do to chide at me ? He said, mine eyes were black, and my hair black ; And now I am rememberd, scornd at me : I marvel why I answerd not again: But that s all one : omittance is no quittance. I 11 write to him a very taunting letter, And thou shalt bear it; Wilt thou, Silvius? a Carlot—churl or peasant. b This is explained as referring to the silk called damash. We doubt this. The damask rosewas of a more varied hue than the constant red of other species of rose. SCENE v.] AS YOU LIKE IT. SiL. Phebe, with all my heart. Phe. I 11 write it straight: The matter s in my head, and in my heart:I will be bitter with him, and passing short:Go with me, Silvius. 221 [Exeunt.. [ Scene V. Sweet Phebe, do not scorn me. j