Silvius

Silvius
O Corin, that thou knew’st how I do love her!
Corin
I partly guess; for I have lov’d ere now.
Silvius
No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess,
Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover
As ever sigh’d upon a midnight pillow.
But if thy love were ever like to mine—
As sure I think did never man love so—
How many actions most ridiculous
Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?
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Silvius
O dear Phoebe,
If ever—as that ever may be near—
You meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy,
Then shall you know the wounds invisible
That love’s keen arrows make.
Phoebe
But till that time
Come not thou near me. And when that time comes,
Afflict me with thy mocks,
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Silvius
O dear Phoebe,
If ever—as that ever may be near—
You meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy,Synecdoche
Then shall you know the wounds invisible
That love’s keen arrows make.Metaphor & Anastrophe
Phoebe
But till that time
Come not thou near me.
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Phoebe
Know’st thou the youth that spoke to me erewhile?
Silvius
Not very well, but I have met him oft,
And he hath bought the cottage and the bounds
That the old carlot once was master of.

’Tis but a peevish boy—yet he talks well—
But what care I for words? Yet words do well
When he that speaks them pleases those that hear.
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Phoebe to Silvius
Good shepherd, tell this youth what ’tis to love.
Silvius 
It is to be all made of sighs and tears,
And so am I for Phoebe.
Phoebe
And I for Ganymede.
Orlando 
And I for Rosalind.
Rosalind, as Ganymede
And I for no woman.
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