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And unregarded age in corners thrown;

Touch. And I mine : I remember, when I was in Take that: and He that doth the ravens feed, love, I broke my sword upon a stone, and bid him Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,

take that for coming anight to Jane Smile : and I Be comfort to my age! Here is the gold;

remember the kissing of her batlet, and the cow's All this I give you let me be your servant; dugs that her pretty chopp'd hands had milk'd: and Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty : I remember the woning of a peascod instead of For in my youth I never did apply

her; from whom I took two cods, and, giving her Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood;

them again, said with weeping tears, Wear these Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo

for my sake. We, that are true lovers, run into The means of weakness and debility ;

strange capers ; but as all is mortal in nature, so is Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,

all nature in love mortal in folly. Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you;

Ros. Thou speak'st wiser than thou art 'ware of. l'Il do the service of a younger man

Touch. Nay, I shall ne'er be 'ware of mine own In all your business and necessities.

wit, till I break my shins against it. Orl.'O good old man; how well in thee appears Ros. Jove ! Jove! this shepherd's passion The constant service of the antique world,

Is much upon my fashion. When service sweat for duty, not for meed!

Touch. And mine: but it grows something stale Thou art not for the fashion of these times,

with me. Where none will sweat, but for promotion ;

Cel. I pray you, one of you question yond man, And having that, do choke their service up

If he for gold will give us any food; Even with the having : it is not so with thee.

I faint almost to death. But, poor old man, thou prun'st a rotten tree,

Touch. Holla ; you, clown! That cannot so much as a blossom yield.

Ros. Peace, fool; he's not thy kinsman. In lieu of all thy pains ar... husbandry :

Cor. Who calls ? But come thy ways, we'll go along together ;

Touch. Your betters, Sir. And ere we have thy youthful wager speut,

Cor. Else are they very wretched. We'll light upon some gatuled low content.

Ros. Peace, I say :Adam. Master, go on, and I will follow thee, Good even to you, friend. To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty.-

Cor. And to you, gentle Sir, and to you all. From seventeen years till now almost lourscore Ros. I pr'yihee, shepherd, if that love, or Here lived I, but now live here no more.

gold, At seventeen years many their fortunes seek; Can in this desert place buy entertainment, But at fourscore, it is too late a week :

Bring us where we may rest ourselves, and feed : Yet fortune cannot recompense me better,

Here's a young maid with travel much oppress'd, Than to die well, and not my master's debtor. And faints for succour.

(Eseunt. Cor. Pair Sir, I pity her,

And wish for her sake, more than for mine own,
SCENE IV.-The Forest of Arden.

My fortunes were more able to relieve her:

But I am shepherd to another man, Enter Rosalind in Boy's Clothes, Celia drest like

And do not sheer the fleeces that I graze;
a Shepherdess, and Touchstone.

My master is of churlish disposition,
Ros. O Jupiter ! how weary are my spirits ! And little reckså to find the way to heaven

Touch. I care not for my spirits, if my legs were By doing deeds of hospitality : not weary.

Besides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed, Ros. I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's Are now on sale, and at our sheepcote now, apparel, and to cry like a woman : but I must com. By reason of his absence, there is nothing fort the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to that you will feed on; but what is, come see, shew itself courageous to petticoat: therefore, cou.. And in my voice most welcome shall you be. rage, good Aliena.

Ros. What is he that shall buy his fíock and pas. Cel. I pray you, bear with me; I cannot go no

ture ? further.

Cor. That young swain that you saw here but ere Touch. For my part, I had rather hear with you,

while, than bear you: but I should bear no crosso, if I did | That little cares for buying any thing. bear you ; for, I think, you have no money in your Ros. I pray thee, if it stand with honesty, purse.

Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the flock,
Ros. Well, this is the forest of Arden.

And thou shalt have to pay for it of us.
Touch. Ay, now am I in Arden ; the more fool Cel. And we will mend thy wages : I like this
I; when I was at home, I was in a better place;

place, but travellers must be content.

And willingly could waste my time in it. Ros. Ay, be so, good Touchstone :-Look you, Cor. Assuredly, the thing is to be sold: who comes here; a young man, and an old, in so- Go with me; if you like, upon report, lemn talk.

The soil, the profit, and this kind of life,
Enter Corin and Silvius.

I will your very faithful feeder be,

And buy it with your gold right suddenly. (Exeunt.
Cor. That is the way to make her seurn you still
Sil. O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love

SCENE V.-The same.
her!
Cor. I partly guess; for I have loved are now.

Enter AMIENS, JAQUES, and others. Sil. No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess ;

SONG. Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover

Ami. Under the greenuood tret, As ever sigh'd upon a midnight pillow:

Who loves to lie with me, But, if thy love were ever like to mine,

And tune his merry note (As sure I think did never man love so,)

Under the sweet bird's throat, How many actions most ridiculous

Come hither, come hither, come hither ;
Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?

Here shall he see
Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
Sil. O, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily :

But winter and rough weather.
If thou remember'st not the slightest folly
That ever love did make thee run into,

Jaq. More, more, I pr'ythee, more.
Thou hast not loved :

Ami. It will make you melancholy, monsieur Or if thou hast not sat as I do now,

Jaques. Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress' praise

jag. I thank it. More, I pr’ythee, more. I can Thou hast not loved :

suck melancholy out of a song, as a weazel sucks Or if thou bast not broke from company,

eggs : more, I pr'ythee, more. Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,

Ami. My voice is ragged ; I know, I cannot Thou hast not loved ;-0 Phebe, Phebe, Phebe please you.

(Erit Silrius. Jaq. I do not desire you to please me, I do desire Ros. Alas, poor shepherd ! Searching of thy you to sing : Corne, more; another stanza; call wound,

you them stan zas? I have by hard adventure found mine own.

Ami. What you will, monsieur Jaques. • A piece of money stamped with a cross.

• Cares. Y

No enemy,

Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names: they owe Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun,
me nothing : Will you sing?

And rail'd on lady Fortune in good terms,
Ami. More at your request, than to please myself. In good set terms, -and yet a motley 1ool.

Jug. Well then, if ever I thank any maii, I'll Gvod-mortuu', fooi, quoth 1: No, Sir, quoth he,
thank you: but that they call cumplimient, is like ('ull me not fool, till hearen hath sent me fortune :
the encounter of two dogajes; and when a man And then he drew his dial from his poke;
thanks me heartily, niethinks, I have given him a And looking on it with lacklustie eye,
penny, and he renders me the beggarly thanks. Says, very wisely, It is ton o'clock:
Come, sing; and you that will nul, hold your Thus may we see, quoth he, hour the world uogs:
tongues.

'Tis but an hour ago, since it was nine;
Ami. Well, I'll end the song. Sirs, cover the And ofter an hour more, luill be eleien,
while; the duke will drink under this tree :-be And so, from hour to hour, we ripe, and rire,
hath been all thus day to look you.

And thin, from hour to hour, we rot, and rot. Jaq. And I have been all this day to avoid him. I And thereby hungs a tale. When I did hear He is to disputable* for my company : I think of The motley tool thus moral on the time, as many matters as he ; but I give heaven thanks, My lungs began to crow like chanticleer, and make no boast of them. Come, warble, come. That tools should be so deep-contemplative Song.

And I did laugh, sans intermission,

An hour by his dial.-0) noble tool!
Who doth ambition shun, (All together here.] A worthy fool! Motley's the only wear..
And loves to live i' the sun,

Duke S. What tool is this?
Secking the food he eats,

Jaq. O worthy fool!-One that hath been a cour-
And pleased with what he gets,

tier ;
Come hither, come hither, come hither ;

And says, if ladies be but young, and fair,
Hore shall he see

They have the gift to know it: and in bis brain,-
No enemy,

Which is as dry as the remainder bisket
But winter and rough weuther.

After a voyage, -he bath strange places crammid
Jaq. l'll give you a verse to this note, that I With observation, the which he vents
made yesterday in despite of my invention.

In mangled forms:-0, that I were a fool!
Ami. And I'll sing it.

I am ambitious for a motley coat.
Thus it goes :

Duke S. Thou shall have one.
If it do come to pass,

Jaq. It is my only suit;
That any man turn ass,

Provided, that you weed your better judgments

Of all opinion that grows rank in thein,
Learing his wealth and ease,

That I am wise.
A stubborn will to pltase,

I must have liberty
Ducdùme, ducdume, ducdume ;

Withal, as large a charter as the wmd,
Here shall he see,

To blow on whom I please ; for so fools hare:
Gross fools as he,

And they that are most galled with my tolly,

They most must laugh : and why, Sir, musi they
An if he will come to Ami.

So ?
Ami. What's that ducdůme ?

The why is plain as way to parish church:
Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a He, that a tool doth very wisely hit,
circle. I'll go sleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll raji

Doth very foolishly, although he smart,
against all the first-born of Egypt.

Not to seem senseless of the bob: il pot, Ami. And I'll go seek the duke; his banquet is The wise man's folly is anatomised prepared.

(Exeunt severally. Even by the squandering glances of the fool.

Invest me in my motley; give me leave
SCENE VI.-The same.

To speak my mind, and I will through and through
Enter ORLANDO and ADAM.

Cleanse the foul body of the infected world,

If they will patiently receive my medicine. Adam. Dear master, I can go no further: 0, I Duke S. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst die for food ! Here lie I down, and measure out

do. my grave. Farewell, kind master.

Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do, but good! Orl. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in Duke S. Most mischievous foul sin, in chiding thee? Live a little; comfort a little ; cheer thy

sin : self a little : if this uncouth forest yield any thing For thou thyself hast been a libertine, sa: age, I will either be food for it, or bring it for As sensual as the brutish sting itself; food to thee. Thy conceit is nearer death than thy And all the embossed sores, and headed evils, powers. For iny sake, be comfortable; hold death

That thou with licence of free foot has caughi, awhile at the arm's end : I will here be with thee Wouldst thou disgorge into the general world. presently; and it I bring thee not something to eal,

Jaq. Why, who cries out on pride,
I'll give thee leave to die: but if thou diest before that can therein tax any private party ?
I come, thou art a mocker of my labour.

Well Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea,
sali'' thou look'st cheerily: and I'll be with thee Till that the very very means do ebb?
quickly:-Yet thou liest in the bleak air : come, I What woman in the city do I name,
will bear thee to some shelter; and thou shalt not When that I say, The city-woman bears
die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders ?
this desert. Cheerly.good Adam! (Exeunt. Who can come in, and say, that I mean her,

When such a one as she, such is her neighbour?
SCENE VII.-The same.

Or what is he of basest function,
A Table set out.-Enter Duke Senior, ARIENS,

That says, his bravery + is not on my cost,

(Thinking that I mean him,) but therein suits Lords, and others.

His folly to the mettle of my speech?
Dreke s. I think he be transform'd into a beast; There then; bow, what then! Let me see wherein
For I can no where tind him like a man.

My tongue hath wrong'd him; if it do him right, i Lord. My lord, he is but even now gone hence; Then he hath wrong'ri himself; if he be free, Here was he merry, hearing of a song.

Why then, my taxing like a wild goose flies,
Duke S. If he, compact of jars t, grow musical, Unclaim'd of any man. Rut who comes here?
We shall have shortly discord in the spheres :-
Go, seek him; tell him, I would speak with him.

Enter ORLANDO, with his sword draun.

Orl. Forbear, and eat no more.
Enter JAQUES.

Jaq. Why, I have eat none yet.
I Lord. He saves my labour by his own approach. Ori. Nor shalt not, till necessity be served.
Duke S. Why, how now, Monsieur! what a life is Jaq. Of what kind should this cock come of!
this,

Duke S. Art inou thus bolden'd, man, by thy
That your poor friends must woo your company ?

distress;
What you look merrily.

Or else a rude despiser of good manners,
Jaq. A fool, a fool!) niet a fool i'the forest, That in civility thou seem'st so empty ?
A motley fool ;-a miserable world !--
As I do live by food, I met a fool;

• The fool was anciently dressed in a party.co

loured coal. • Disputatious

+ Made up of discords. + Finery,

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, I.

Ori. You louch'd my vein at first; the thorny | As yet, to question you about your fortunes :point

Give us some music; and, good cousin, sing. Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show

AMIENS sings.
Oi smooth civility: yet am I inland bred.
And know some nurture t. But forbear, I say ;

Song.
He dies, that touches any of this fruit,
Till I and my atlairs are answered.
Jaq. An you will not be answered with reason,

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
I mist die

Thou art not so unkind Duke s. What would you have? Your gentleness

As man's ingratitude ; shail force,

Thy tooth is not so keen, More than your force move us to gentleness.

Because thou art nol seen, Orl. I almost die for food, and let me have it.

Although thy breath be rude. Duke S. Sit down and feed, and welcome to our

lleigh, ho! Sing, heigh, ko! unto the green holly : lable.

livst friendship is Jeigning, most loving mere jolly: Orl. Speak you so gently? Pardon me, I pray you :

Then, heigh, ho, the holly! I thought, that all things had been savage here;

This life is inost jolly. And therefore put I on the countenance 01 stern commandment: but whale'er you are,

II. That in this desert inaccessible,

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, Under the shade of melancholy boughs,

Thou dost not bite so nigh Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time ;

As benefits forgot : Ji ever you have look'd on better days;

Though thou the uuters warp, If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church;

Thy sting is not so sharp If erer sat at any good man's feast;

As friend remember'd not.
If ever from your eye-lids wiped a tear,

Heigh, ho! Sing, heigh, ho! fc.
And know what 'lis io pily, and be pitied ;
Let gentieness my strong entorcement be:

Duke. S. If that you were the good Sir Rowland's La the which hope, I blush, and hide my sword.

son,
Duke s. True is it that we have seen better days; As you have whisper'd faithfully, you were;
And have with holy bell been knoll'd to church; And as inine eye doth his ettigies witness
And sat at good men's teasts ; and wiped our eyes Most truly limn'd, and living in your face,
Oi drops that sacred pity hath engender'd:

Be truly welcome hither:lan the duke,
And therefore sit you down in gentleness,

That loved your father: the residue of your for And take upon command what help we have,

tune, That to your wanting may be ministred.

Go to my cave and tell me.-Good old man, Orl. T'hen, but forbear your food a little while, Thou art right welcome as thy master is :Whiles, line a doe, I go to find my fawn,

Support him by the arm-Give me your hand,
And give it food. There is an old poor man, And let me all your fortunes understand. (Exeunt.
Who atier me hath many a weary step
Limp'd in pure love; till he be sutliced-

ACT III. .
Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger,-
I will not touch a bit.

SCENE I.-A Room in the Palace.
Duke 8. Go find him out,
And we will nothing waste till you return.

Enter Duke FREDERICK, OLIVER, Lords, and Ato

tendants. Orl. I thank ye; and be bless'd for your good Comfort !

(trit. Duke. F. Not see him since ? Sir, Sir, that cannot Duke &. Thou seest, we are not all alone un- But were I not the better part made mercy, (be: happy:

I should not seek an absent argument This wide and universal theatre

Ot my revenge, thou present : bul look to it; Presents moie woeful pageants than the scene Find out thy brother, wheresoe'er he is; Wherein we play in.

Seck him with candle; bring him dead or living Jaq. All the world's a stage,

Within this twelvemonth, or turn thou no more And all the inen and women merely players : To seek a living in our territory. They have their exits, and their entrances ;

Thy lands, and all things that thou dost call thine, And one man in his time plays many parts,

Worth seizure, do we seize into our hands; Mis acts being seven ages. At first, ihe intant, Till thou canst quit thee by thy brother's mouth, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms;

Oi' what we think against thee. And then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel, Oli. O, that your highness knew my heart in this ! And shining morning face, creeping like snail I never loved my brother in my life. Unwillingly to school : and ther, the lover;

Duke F. More villam thou.-- Weil, push him out Sishing like furnace, with woetul ballad

of doors;
Made to his mistress' eye-brow : thien, a soldier ; And let my otticers of such a nature
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Make an extent upon his house and lands;
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Do this expediently t, and lurn him going.,
Seeking the bubble reputation

(Exeunt, Even in the capnou's mouth : and then, the justice;

SCENE II.-The Forest.
In fair round belly, with good cápon lined,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal eui,

Enter ORLANDO, with a Paper.
Full of wise saws and modern instances,

Orl. Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love : And so he plays his part: the sixth age shists

And thou, thrice-ciowned queen of night, survey Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon;

With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; Thy huntress' name, that my full lite doth sway. His youthful hose well saved,

a world 100 wide

O Rosalind! these trees shall be my books, For luis shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,

And in their barks my thoughts I'll character ; Turning again toward childish treble, pipes

That every eye, which in this forest looks, And whisties in his sound : last scene of all,

Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where. That ends this strange eventful history,

Run, run, Orlando; carve, on every tree, is second childishness, and mere oblivion;

The fair, the chaste ; and unexpressive I she. Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.

[Exit. Re-enter Orlando, with Adam.

Enter CORIN and TOUCHSTONE. Duke s. Welcome : set down your venerable Cor. And how like you this shepherd's life, mas

ter Touchstone ?

Touch. Truly; shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a Orl. I thank you most for him.

good life ; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, I scarce can speak to thank you for myself.

ic is naught. In respect that it is solitary, I like it Duke. 8. Welcome, fall to : I will not trouble you

very well; but in respect that it is private, it is a very

• Seized by legal process. Expeditiously. + Good manners.

( Inoxprossible

burden, And let him feed.

Adam. So had you need ;

• Well brought up.

vile life. Now, in respects it is in the fields, it pleas- If the cat will after kind,
eth ine well; but in respect it is not in the court, it So, be sure, uili Rosalind.
is tedious. As it is a spare life, look you, it fits my Winter-garments must be lined,
humour well; but as there is no more plenty in it,

So must slender Rosalind.
it goes much against my stomach. Hast any philo- They that reap must sheaf and bind;
sophy in thee, shepherd ?

Then to cart with Rosulind.
Cor. No more, but that I know, the more one sick- Suettest nut buth smurest rind,
ens, the worse at ease he is ; and that he that Such a nut is kosulind.
wants money, means, and content, is without three He that suerteit rose will find,
good friends :-That the property of rain is to wel, Must find loup's prick, and Rosalind.
and fire to buru : that good pasture makes fat sheep; | This is the very faise gallop of verses ; why do

yos and that a great cause of ihe night, is lack of the infect yourselt with them! sun: that he, that hath learn'd no wit by nature Ros. Peace, you dull 100!; I found them on a tree. nor art, may complain of good breeding, or comes Touch. Truly, the tree yields bad fruit. of a very dull kindred,

Ros. I'll grail it with you, and then I shall graff Touch. Such a one is a natural philosopher. Wast it with a medlar: then it will be the earliest fruit ever in court, shepherd ?

in the country; for you'll be rotten e'er you be half Cor. No, truly.

ripe, and that's the right virtue of the medlar. Touch. Then ihou art damn'd.

Touch. You have said; but whether wisely or Cor. Nay, I hope,-

no, let the forest judge.
Touch. Truly, thou art damn'd; like an ill-roasted

Enter CELIA, reading a Paper.
egg, all on one side.
Cor. For not being at court? Your reason.

Ros. Peace!
Touch. Why, if thou never wast at court, thou Here comes my sister, reading; stand aside.
never saw'st good manners ; if thou never saw'st Cel. Why should this desert silent be!
good manners, then thy manners must be wicked ;

For it is unpeopled ? No; and wickedness is sin, and sin is damnation : thou

Tongues P'll hang on every tree,
art in a parlous state, shepherd.

That shall civil sayings shou,
Cor. Not a wit, Touchstone: those, that are good

Some, how brief the life of man
manners at the court, are as ridiculous in the coun-

Runs his erring pilgrimage ; try, as the behaviour of the country is most mock

That the stretching oi a span able at the court. You told me, you salute not at

Buckles in his sum of age. the court, but you kiss your hands; that courtesy

Some, oj i iolated Lou's would be uncleanly, if courtiers were shepherds.

'Triat the souls of friend and friend. Touch. Instance, briefly; come, instance,

But upon the jairest boughs,
Cor. Why, we are still handling our ewes ; and

Or at erery sentence' end,
their fells, you know, are greasy:

Will I Rosalinda urite ;
Touch. Why, do not your courtier's hands sweat?

Teaching all that read to know
And is not the grease of a mutton as wholesome as

The quintessence of every sprite
the sweat of a man? Shallow, shallow: a better

Heaven would in little shou'.
instance, I say ; come.

Therefore heaven nature charged
Cor. Besides, our hands are hard.

That one body should be fil'd
Touch. Your lips will feel them the sooner. Shal.

With all graces wide enlarged :
low, again : a more sounder instance, come.

Nature presently distill'd
Cor. And they are often tarr'd over with the sur-

Helen's cheek, but not her heart;
gery of our sheep: and would you have us kiss tar?

Cleopatra's majesty;
The courtier's hands are perfumed with civet.

Atalanta's better part ;
Touch. Most shallow man ! Thou worms-meat, in

Sad Lucretia's modesty.
respect of a good piece of flesh : Indeed !-learn of

Thus Rosalind of many parts the wise, and perpend: civet is of a baser birth than

By heavenly synod was devised tar; the very uncleanly flux of a cat. Mend the

Of many faces, eyes and hearts,
instance, shepherd.

To have the touches . dearest prized.
Cor. You have too courtly a wit for me; I'll rest. Heaven would that she these gifts should have,
Touch. Wilt thou rest damu'd ? God help thee,

And I to live and die her slave.
shallow man! God make incision in thee! Thou Ros. O most gentle Jupiter!-What tedious homily
art raw,

of love have you wearied your parishioners withal, Cor. Sir, I am a true labourer; I earn that I eat, and never cried, Have patience, good people! get that I wear; owe no man hate, envy no man's

Cel. How now! Back friends :-Shepherd go od happiness; glad of other men's good, content with a little :-Go with him, sirrah. my harm: and the greatest of my pride is, to see Touch. Come, shepherd, let us make an honour. ewes graze, and my lambs suck.

able retreat; though not with bag and baggage, yet Touch. That is another simple sin in you ; to bring with serip and scrippage. the ewes and the rams together, and to offer to get

(Eseunt Corin and Touchstone.

Cel. Didst thou hear these verses? your living by the copulation of cattle: to be bawd to a bell-wether; and to betray a she-lanıb of a Ros. O, yes, I heard them all, and more too; for twelvemonth, to a crook'd-pated, old, cuckoldly some of them had in them more feet than the ram, out of all reasonable match. It thou be'st not verses would bear. damn'd for this, the devil himself will have no Cel. That's no matter; the feet might bear the shepherds; I cannot see else how thou shouldst verses, 'scape.

Ros. Ay, but the feet were lame, and conld not Côr. Here comes young master Ganymede, my bear themselves without the verse, and therefore new mistress's brother.

stood lamely in the verse.

('el. But didst thou hear, without wondering how Enter RosaLIND, reading a Paper. thy namie should be hang'd and carved upon these Ros. From the east to western Ind,

trees ? No jeu'el is like Rosalind.

Ros. I was seven of the nine days out of the won. Her worth, being mounted on the wind, der, before you came; for look here what I found Through all the world bears Rosalind. on a palm-tree : I was never so be-rhymed since All the pictures, fairest lined t,

Pythagoras' time, that I was an Irish rat, which I Are but black to Rosalind.

can hardly remember.
Lut no face be kept in mind,

Cel. Trow you, who hath done this?
But the fair 1 of Rosalind,

Ros. Is it a man?
Touch. l'll rhyme you so, eight years together; Cel. And a chain, that you once wore, about his
pinners, and suppers, and sleeping hours excepied : neck :-Change you colour?
it is the right butter-woman's rank to market.

Ros. I pr'ythee, who?
Ros. Out, fool!

Cel. O lord, lord ! it is a hard matter for friends
Touch. For a taste :

to meet; budinountains may be removed with earthIf a hart do lack a hind,

quakes, and su encounter. Let him seek out Rosalind.

Ros. Nay, but who is it?

Cel. Is it possible ? • Inexperienced.

+ Delineated. Complexion, beauty.

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Ros. Nay, 1 pray thee now, with most petitionary Jaq. You are full of pretty answers :-Have you vehemence, tell me who it is.

not been acquainted with goldsmiths' wives, and Cel. O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonder. conn'd them out of rings 3 ful wonderful, and yet again wonderful, and after Orl. Not so; but I answer you right painted cloth®, that out of all whooping!

froin whence you have studied your questions. Ros. Good my complexion ! Dost thou think, Jaq. You have a nimble wit; I think it was made though I ain caparison'd like a man, I have a of Atalanta's heels. Will you sit down with me? doublet and hose in my disposition? One inch of And we too will rail against our mistress the world, delay more is a South-sea-off discovery. I pr’ythee, and all our misery. tell me, who is it? Quickly, and speak apace :-1 Orl. I will chide no breather in the world, but would thou couldst stammer, that thou might'st myself ; against whom I know most faults. pour this conceal'd man out of thy mouth, as wine Jaq. The worst fault you have, is to be in love. cones out of a narrow-outh'd bottle; either too Ori. 'Tis a fault I will not change for your best much at once or none at all. I prythee take the virtue. I am weary of you. cork out of thy mouth, that I may drink thy tidings. Juq. By my troth, I was seeking for a fool, when

Cel. So you may put a man ia your belly. I found you.

Ros. Is he of God's making? What manner of Orl. He is drown'd in the brook ; look but in, and man? Is his head worth a hat, or his chin worth a you shall see him. beard?

Jaq. There I shall see mine own figure. Cel. Nay, he hath but a little beard.

Orl. Which I take to be either a fool, or a cypher. Ros. Why, God will send more, if the man will Jaq. I'll tarry no longer with you : farewell, good be thankful: let me stay the growth of his beard, signior love. if thou delay me not the knowledge of his chin. Orl. I am glad of your departure : adieu, good

Cel. It is young Orlando; that tripp'd up the monsieur melancholy. wrestler's heels, and your heart, both in an instant. [Exit Jaques.-Celia and Rosalind come forward.

Ros. Nay, but the devil take mocking; speak sad Ros. I will speak w him like a saucy lackquey, brow, and true maid +.

and under that habit play the knave with him. Cel. l' faith, coz, 'tis he.

Do you hear, forester? Ros. Orlando?

Orl. Very well; what would yon ? Cel. Orlando.

Ros. I pray you, what is't a clock? Ros. Alas the day! What shall I do with my Orl. You should ask me, what time o'day; there's doublet and hose ?- What did he, when thou saw'st no clock in the forest. him? What said he? How look'd he? Wherein Ros. Then there is no true lover in the forest; went het? What makes he here? Did he ask for else sighing every minute, and groaning every hour, me? Where remains he? How parted he with would detect the lazy foot of uime, as well as a thee? And when shalt thou see him again ? An-clock. swer me in one word.

Orl. And why not the swift foot of time? Had not Cel. You must borrow me Garagantua's ý mouth that been as proper ? first : 'lis a word too great for any mouth of this Ros. By no means, Sir: time travels m divers age's size :-To say, ay and no, to these particulars, paces with divers persons : I'll tell you who time is more than to answer in a catechism.

ambles withal, who time trots withal, who time Ros. But doth he know that I am in this forest, gallops withal, and who he stands still withal. and in man's apparel ? Looks he as freshly as he Ori. I prythee, who doth he trot withal ! did the day he wrestled?

Ros. Marry, he trots hard with a young maid, Cel. It is as easy to count atomies !, as to resolve between the contract of her marriage and the day the propositions of a lover : but take a taste of my it is solemnized : if the interim be but a se'nvight, finding him, and relish it with a good observance. time's pace is so hard that it seems the length of I found him under a tree like a dropp'd acorn. seven years.

Ros. It may well be call's Jove's tree, when it Orl. Who ambles time withal ? drops forth such fruit.

Ros. With a priest that lacks latin, and a rich Cel. Give me audience, good madam.

man that hath not the gout: for the one sleeps, Ros. Proceed.

easily, because he cannot study; and the other Cel. There lay he, stretch'd along, like a wounded lives merrily, because he feels no pain : the one knight.

lacking the burden of lean and wasteful learning ; Ros. Though it be pity to see such a sight, it well the other knowing no burden of heavy tedious becomes the ground.

penary: these time ambles withal. Cel. Cry, holla! To thy tongue, I prythee; it Orl. Who doth he gallop withal ? curvets very unseasonably. He was furnish'd like Ros. With a thief to the gallows: for though he a hunter,

go as softly as foot can fall, he thinks himself too Ros. O ominous! He comes to kill my heart. soon there.

Cel. I would sing my song without a burden : Orl. Who stays it still withal ? thou bring'st me out of tune.

Ros. With lawyers in the vacation : for they Ros. Do you not know I am a woman? When I sleep between term and term, and then they perceive think, I must speak. Sweet, say on.

not how time moves. Enter ORLANDO and JAQUES.

Orl. Where dwell you, pretty youth?

Ros. With this shepherdess, my sister ; here in Cel. You bring me out :-Soft! Comes he not the skirts of the forest, like fringe upon a petticoat. here?

Orl. Are you native of this place? Ros. Tis he; slink by, and note him.

Ros. As the coney, that you see dwell where she (Celia and Rosalind retire. is kindied. Jaq. I thank yon for your company; but, good Orl, Your accent is something finer than you faith, I had as lief have been myself alone.

could purchase in so removed † a dwelling. Orl. And so had 1; but yet, for fashion-sake, I Ros. I have been told so of many: but, indeed, thank you too for your society.

an old religious uncle of mine taught me to speak Jaq. God be with you ; let's meet as little as we who was in his youth an in-land : man; one that can.

knew courtship too well, for there he fell in love. Orl. I do desire we may be better strangers. I have heard him read many lectures against it;

Jaq. I pray you, mar no more trees with writing and I thank God, I am not a woman, to be touch'd love-songs in their barks.

with so many giddy otřences as he hath generally Orl. I pray you, mar no more of my verses with tax'd their whole sex withal. reading them ill-favouredly.

Orl. Can you remember any of the principal Jaq. Rosalind is your love's name?

evils, that he laid to the charge of women ? Orl. Yes, just.

Ros. There were none principal ; they were all Jaq. I do not like her name.

like one another, as half-pence are : every one fault Orl. There was no thought of pleasing you, when seeming monstrous, till his fellow fault came to she was christen'd.

match it. Jaq. What stature is she of?

Orl. I pr’ythee, recount some of them. Orl. Just as high as my heart

Ros. No; I will not cast away my physic, but on • Measure.

+ Speak seriously and honestly. • An allusion to the moral sentences on old tapes How was he dressed ?

try hangings. The giant of Rabelais. | Motes. * Sequestered,

Civilized.

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