Good shepherd, tell this youth what ’tis to love

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.

All adoration, duty, and observance,
All humbleness, all patience and impatience,
All purity, all trial, all observance

Silvius
It is to be all made of faith and service,
And so am I for Phoebe.
Phoebe
And I for Ganymede.
Orlando
And I for Rosalind.
Rosalind, as Ganymede
And I for no woman.
Silvius
It is to be all made of fantasy,
All made of passion and all made of wishes,
All adoration, duty, and observance,
All humbleness, all patience and impatience,
All purity, all trial, all observance,
And so am I for Phoebe.
Phoebe
And so am I for Ganymede.
Orlando
And so am I for Rosalind.
Rosalind, as Ganymede
And so am I for no woman.
Phoebe
If this be so, why blame you me to love you?
Silvius
If this be so, why blame you me to love you?
Orlando
If this be so, why blame you me to love you?
Rosalind, as Ganymede
Why do you speak too,
“Why blame you me to love you?”
Orlando
To her that is not here, nor doth not hear.
Rosalind, as Ganymede
Pray you, no more of this.
’Tis like the howling of Irish wolves against the
moon. ( To Silvius. ) I will help you if I can. ( To
Phoebe. ) I would love you if I could.—Tomorrow
meet me all together. ( To Phoebe. ) I will marry
you if ever I marry woman, and I’ll be married
tomorrow. ( To Orlando. ) I will satisfy you if ever I
satisfy  man, and you shall be married tomorrow.
( To Silvius. ) I will content you, if what pleases you
contents you, and you shall be married tomorrow.
( To Orlando. ) As you love Rosalind, meet. ( To
Silvius. ) As you love Phoebe, meet.—And as I love
no woman, I’ll meet. So fare you well. I have left
you commands.
Silvius
I’ll not fail, if I live.
Phoebe
Nor I.
Orlando
Nor I.
 They exit.