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Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,
Frosty, but kindly; let me go with you;
Orla. Oh! good old man, how well in thee appears
old man, thou prun 'It a rotten tree,
Adam. Mafter, go on; and I will follow thee
SCENE IV. Changes to the forest of Arden. Enter Rosalind in boy's cloaths far Ganymede, Celia
drefi'd like a shepherdess for Aliena, and Clown.
Rof. Jupiter ! how weary are my fpirits?
Clo. I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary.
Rof. I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel, and cry like a woman; but I must comfort the weaker vefsel, as doublet and hose ought to show itself courageous to petticoat : therefore, courage, good Aliena.
Cel. I pray you, bear with me, I can go no further.
Cle. For my part, I had rather bear with you, than bear you; yet I should bear no cross, if I did bear you; for I think you have no money in you purse.
Rof. Well, this is the foreft of Arden.
Clo. Ay; now I am in Arden, the more fool I; when I was at home, I was in a better place; but travellers must be content.
Rof. Ay, be fo, good Touchstone. Look you, who comes here; a young man and an old in solemn talk.
Enter Corin and Sylvius. Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you still. Syl. O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love her! Cor. I partly guess; for I have lov’d ere now.
Syl. No, Corin, being old, thou can'ít not guess, Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover, As ever figh'd upon a midnight-pillow; But if thy love were ever like to mine, (As sure, I think, did never man love fo), How many actions most ridiculous Haft thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?
Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
Syl. · O, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily; • If thou remember'it not the flightest folly, • That ever love did make thee run into; « Thou hast not lov'd.
Or if thou hast not fat as I do now,
Wearying the hearer in thy mistress’ praise, « Thou heft not lov'd.• Or if thou hast not broke from company
Abruptly, as my passion now makes me ; • Thou hast not lov''.O Phebe! Phebe! Phebe!
[Exit Syl. Rof. Alas, poor shepherd ! searching of thy wound, I have by hard adventure found my own.
Clo." And I mine. I remember, when I was in “ love, I broke
fword upon a ftone, and bid him take “ that for coming a-nights to Jane Smile; and I re“ member the killing of her batlet, and the cow's dugs “ that her pretty chopt hands had milk'd; and I re“ member the wooing of a peascod instead of her, from “ whom I took two cods, and giving her them agaip, " said with weeping tears, Wear these for my lake.
6. We that are true lovers, run into strange capers ; “ but as all is mortal in nature, fo is all nature in love “ mortal in folly."
RoS. Thou speak'st wifer, than thou art ware of.
Clo. Nay, I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit, till I break my shins against it.
Rof. Jove! Jove! this shepherd's passion is much upon my fashion.
Clo. And mine; but it grows something stale with me.
Cel. I pray you, one of you question yond man,
Clo. Holla; you, clown!
Rof. I pr’ythee, shepherd, if that love or gold
Cor. Fair Sir, I pity her,
will feed on; but what is, come see,
Rof. I pray thee, if it stand with honesty,
Cel. And we will mend thy wages.
Cor. Assuredly, the thing is to be fold;
S 0 N G.
Here Mail he fee
But winter and rough weather. Jaq. More, more, I pr’ythee, more. Amni. It will make you melancholy, Monsieur Jaques.
Jaq. I thank it; more, I pr’ythee, more; I suck melancholy out of a song, as a weazel fucks eggs : more, I pr’ythee, more.
Ami. My voice is rugged; I know I cannot please you.
Jaq. “I do not desire you to please me, I do desire
you to sing;” come, come, another. stanzo ; call you 'em stanzo's ?
Ami. What you will, Monsieur Jaques.
Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names, they owe me nothing. Will you fing?
Ami. More at your request, than to please myself,
Jaq. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you; but that they call compliments, is like the encounter of two dog-apes, And when a man thanks
me heartily, methinks I have given him a penny, and he renders me the beggarly thanks. Come, Img; and you that will not, hold your tongues.
Ami. Well, I'll end the song, Sirs; cover the while; the Duke will dine under this tree; he hath been all this day to look you.
Jaq. And I have been all this day to avoid him. He is too disputable for my company : I think of as many matters as he, but I give Heav'n thanks, and make no boast of them. Come, warble, come.
Here jhall he jee
But winter and rough weather.
Ami. And I'll fing it.
If it do come to pass,
A stubborn will to please,
Here Mall be fee
Gross fools as he,
Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle, I'll go to sleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail against all the first-born of Egypt.
Ami. And I'll go seek the Duke; his banquet is prepar’d.
[Exeunt, levercilly. SCENE VI. Enter Orlando and Adam. Adam. Dear master, I can go no further; 0, I die VOL. II.