"Come, woo me, woo me, for now I am in a holiday humour and like enough to consent. What would you
say to me now, an I were your very very Rosalind?" IV.i.12
Today in class, my group had discussed where the humor was in this comedy. As we discovered, it was the irony of the play that the audience laughed at. Upon thinking about it, I realized it was rather humerous. We have Rosalind, acting like Ganymede, acting like Rosalind. As confusing as that is, it also brings me a chuckle when she says things like "if I were your very own Rosalind?" Why would she not just reveal herself to Orlando? Perhaps this is the irony in it though. Another irony is Phoebe falling in love with Rosalind's disguise. That's awkward. What is more concerning is that Rosalind must have played the part of a boy very very well in order to accomplish these ironic feats. Perhaps too well. I am by no means classifying this play as a knee-slapper, though I have opened my mind to the possibility that it might be comically entertaining if my life consisted of plowing fields and milking cows.
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