I fcarce can speak to thank you for myself.

Duke fen. Welcome, fall to: I will not trouble you,. As yet to question you about your fortunes.

Give us fome mufic; and, good coufin, fing.
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Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not fo unkind

As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,

Becaufe thou art not sheen,

Altho' thy breath be rude.

Heigh ho! fing, heigh ho! unto the green holly;
Moft friendship is feigning; most loving mere folly..
Then heigh ho, the holly!

This life is moft jolly.

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter fky,
That doft not bite fo nigh

As benefits forgot.:

Tho' thou the waters warp,
Thy fting is not so sharp

As friend remember'd not..

Heigh ha! fing, &c.

Duke fen. If that you were the good Sir Rowland's fon,

As you have whisper'd faithfully you were,
And as mine eye doth his effigies witnefs,
Most truly limn'd, and living in your face,
Be truly welcome hither.
I'm the Duke,

That lov'd your father. The refidue of your
Go to my cave and tell me.
Good old man,

Thou art right welcome, as thy mafter is;

Support him by the arm; give me your hand,
And let me all your fortunes understand.

fortune

ACT

[Exeunt,

The palace.

Enter Duke, Lords, and Oliver.

Duke. But were I not the better part made mercy,

OT fee him fince? Sir, Sir, that cannot be

I should not feek an absent argument

Of my revenge, thou prefent: but look to it;
Find out thy brother, wherefoe'er he is;

Seek him with candle; bring him dead or living,.
Within this twelvemonth; or turn thou no more
To feek a living in our territory.

Thy lands and all things that thou doft call thine,.
Worth feizure, do we feize into our hands;

Till thou canft quit thee by thy brother's mouth,
Of what we think against thee.

Oli. Oh that your Highness knew my heart in this: I never lov'd my brother in my life.

Duke. More villain thou. Well, pufh him out of

doors:

And let my officers of fuch a nature

Make an extent upon his house and lands ::
Do this expediently, and turn him going,

[Exeunt:

SCENE. II..

Changes to the foreft.

Enter Orlando..

Orla. Hang there, my verfe, in witnefs of my love;, And thou thrice-crowned queen of night furvey, With thy chafte eye, from thy pale sphere above, Thy huntress' name that my full life doth fway.. Rofalind! these trees fhall be my books, And in their barks my thoughts I'll character;: That every eye which in this forest looks,.

Shall fee thy virtue witness'd every where.. Run, run, Orlando, carve, on every tree,, The fair, the chafte, and unexpreflive fhe.

[Exits.

SCENE III:. Enter Corin and Clown. Cor. And, how like you: this fhepherd's life, Mr Touchftone?

Clo." Truly, fhepherd, in refpect of itfelf, it is an "good life; but in refpect that it is a fhepherd's life,. "it is naught. In refpect that it is folitary, I like it

very well; but in refpect that it is private, it is a "very vile life. Now, in refpect it is in the fields, it "pleaseth me well; but in refpect it is not in the

court, it is tedious. As it is a fpare life, look. you

it fits my humour well; but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much against my ftomach. Haft any philofophy in thee, fhepherd?

Gor. No more, but that I know, the more one fic"kens, the worse at ease he is; and that he that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends that the property of rain is to wet, ❝ and fire to burn; that good pafture makes fat sheep; "and that a great caufe of the night, is lack of the "fun; and that he that hath learned no wit by nature nor art, may complain of grofs breeding, or comes "of a very dull kindred.

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Clo. Such a one is a natural philofopher. Waft ever in court, fhepherd?

Cor. No, truly.

Clo. Then thou art damn'd.

Cor. Nay, I hope▬▬

Clo. Truly thou art damn'd, like an ill-roafted egg, all on one fide.

Cor. For not being at court? Your reason.

Clo. Why, if thou never waft at court, thou never faw'ft good manners; if thou never faw'ft good manners, then thy manners must be wicked; and wickednefs is fin, and fin is damnation: thou art in a parlous ftate, fhepherd.

Cor. Not a whit, Touchstone: thofe that are good manners at the court, are as ridiculous in the country, as the behaviour of the country is moft mockable at the court. You told me, you falute not at the court, but you kifs your hands; that courtesy would be uncleanly, if courtiers were shepherds.

Clo. Inftance, briefly; come, inftance.

Cor. Why, we are ftill handling our ews; and their fels, you know, are greafy.

Clo. Why, do not your courtiers hands fweat? and is not the greafe of a mutton as wholesome as the fweat of a man? Shallow, fhallow;- -a better inftance, I

Cor. Belides our hands are hard.

Cla. Your lips will feel them the fooner.

again a more, founder inftance, come.

Shallow

Gar. And they are often tarr'd over with the furgery

of our sheep; and would you have us kifs tar? the courtier's hands are perfumed with civet.

Clo. Moft fhallow man! thou worms-meat, in refpect of a good piece of flesh, indeed! learn of the wife and perpend; civet is of a bafer birth than tar; the very uncleanly flux of a cat. Mend the inftance, fhep

herd.

Cor. You have too courtly a wit for me; I'll reft. Clo. Wilt thou reft damn'd? God help thee, shallow man; God make incifion in thee, thou art raw.

Gor.

Sir, I am a true labourer; I earn that I eat; 6 get that I wear; owe no man hate; envy no man's happiness; glad of other mens' good; content with my harm; and the greatest of my pride is, to fee my ews grafe, and my lambs fuck.'

Clo. That is another fimple fin in you, to bring the ews and the rams together; and to offer to get your living by the copulation of cattle; to be a bawd to a bell-weather; and to betray a fhe-lamb of a twelvemonth to a crooked-pated old cuckoldly ram, out of all reafonable match. If thou be'ft not damn'd for this, the devil himself will have no fhepherds; I cannot fee else how thou fhould'st 'scape.

Cor. Here comes young Mr Ganymede, my new miftrefs's brother.

SCENE

IV.

Enter Rofalind, with a paper.

Rof. From the east to western Inde,
No jewel is like Rofalind.

Her worth, being mounted on the avind,
Through all the world bears Rofalind.
All the pictures, fairest lin'd,

Are but black to Rofalind;

Let no face be kept in mind,

But the face of Refalind.

Clo. I'll rhime you fo eight years together, dinners, and fuppers, and fleeping hours, excepted: it is the right butter-womens' rank to market.

Ref. Out, fool!
Clo. For a tale,

If a hart doth lack a hind,
Let him feek out Rofalind.
If the cat will after kind,
So, be fure, will Rofalind.
Winter garments must be lin'd,
So muft fender Rofalind.

They that reap must sheaf and bind;
Then to cart with Rofalind.
Sweetest nut hath foureft rind,
Such a nut is Rofalind.

He that fweeteft rofe will find,

Muft find love's prick, and Rofalind.

This is the very falfe gallop of verfes; why do you infect yourself with them?

Rof. Peace, you dull fool, I found them on a tree. Clo. Truly the tree yields bad fruit.

Rof. I'll graff it with you, and then I fhall graff it with a medler; then it will be the earlieft fruit i' th' country for you'll be rotten ere you be half ripe; and that's the right virtue of the medier.

Clo. You have faid; but whether wifely or no, let the forefter judge.

SCENE

V.

Enter Celia, with a writing. Rof. Peace, here comes my fifter reading; ftand aside.

Cel. Why fhould this a defart be?

For it is unpeopled. No:
Tongues I'll hang on every tree,
That fhall civil fayings fhow:
Some, how brief the life of man
Runs his erring pilgrimage,
That the ftretching of a span
Buckles in his fum of age;
Some of violated vows,

"Twixt the fouls of friend and friend:

But upon the fairest boughs

Or at every fentence-end,

Will I Rofalinda write;

Teaching all, that read, to know,

This quintefence of every sprite

Heaven would in little how.