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my sake. We, that are true lovers, run into Jaq. I thank it. More, I proythee, more. I strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, can suck melancholy out of a song, as a weazel so is all nature in love mortal in folly. sucks eggs: More, I pr’ythee, more. Ros. Thou speak’st wiser, than thou art Ami. My voice is ragged ;* I know, I cannot 'ware of.

please you. Touch. Nay, I shall ne'er be 'ware of mine Jaq. I do not desire you to please me, I do own wit, till I break my shins against it. desire you to sing : Come, more ; another stanRos. Jove! Jove! this shepherd's passion za; Call you them stanzas? Is much upon my fashion.

Ami. What you will, monsieur Jaques. Touch. And mine; but it grows something Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names; they stale with me.

owe me nothing : Will you sing? Cel. I pray, you, one of you question yond Ami. More at your request, than to please If he for gold will give us any food; (man, myself. I faint almost to death.

Jag. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll Touch. Holla ; you, clown!

thank you : but that they call compliment, is Ros. Peace, fool ; he's not thy kinsman. like the encounter of two dog-apes: and when Cor. Who calls ?

a man thanks me heartily, methiuks, I have Touch. Your betters, Sir.

given him a penny, and he renders me the begCor. Else are they very wretched.

garly thanks. Come, sing; and you that will Ros. Peace, I say :

not, hold your tongues. Good even to you, friend.

Ámi. Well, I'll end the song.–Sirs, cover Cor. And to you, gentle Sir, and to you all. the while; the duke will drink under this tree:

Ros. I pr’ythee, shepherd, if thatlove, or gold, -he hath been all this day to look you. Can in this desert place buy entertainment, Jaq. And I have been all this day to avoid Bring us where we may rest ourselves, and him. He is too dispútablet for my company: feed:

(press'd, | I think of as many matters as he ; but I give Here's a young maid with travel much op heaven thanks, and make no boast of them. And faints for succour.

Come, warble, come.
Cor. Fair Sir, I pity her,

Song.
And wish, for hér sake, more than for mine own,
My fortunes were more able to relieve her:

Who doth ambition shun, (All together here. But I am shepherd to another man,

And loves to live i'the sun, And do not sheer the fleeces that I graze;

Seeking the food he eats,
My master is of churlish disposition,

And pleas'd with what he gets,
And little recks* to find the way to heaven Come hither, come hither, come hither;
By doing deeds of hospitality :

[feed,

Here shall he see Besides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of Are now on sale, and at our sheepcote now, But winter and rough weather. By reason of his absence, there is nothing That you will feed on : but what is, come see, made yesterday in despite of my invention.

Jaq. I'll give you a verse to this note, that I And in my voice, most welcome shall you be. Ros. What is he that shall buy his flock and

Ami. And I'll sing it.

Juq. Thus it goes : pasture? Cor. That young swain that you saw here but If it do come to pass, erewhile,

That any man turn ass That little cares for buying any thing.

Leaving his wealth and ease, Ros. I pray thee, if it stand with honesty, A stubborn will to please, Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the flock, Ducdame, ducdàme, ducdame; And thou shalt have to pay for it of us.

Here shall he see, Cel. And we will mend thy wages : I like

Gross fools as he, this place,

An if he will come to Ami. And willingly could waste my time in it.

Cor. Assuredly, the thing is to be sold : Ami. What's that ducdame? Go with me; if you like, upon report,

Jaq. "Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools The soil, the profit, and this kind of life, into a circle. I'll go sleep if I can; if I canI will your very faithful feeder be,

not, I'll rail against all the first-born of Egypt. And buy it with your gold right suddenly. Ámi. And I'll go seek the duke; his banquet [Exeunt. is prepar'd.

[Exeunt severally SCENE V.-The same.

SCENE VI.-The same.
Enter AMIENS, JAQUES, and others.

Enter ORLANDO and ADAM.
SONG.

Adam. Dear master, I can go no further: 0, Ami. Under the greenwood tree,

I die for food ! Here lie I down, and measure Who loves to lie with me,

out my grave. Farewell, kind master. And tune his merry note

Orl. Why, how now, Adam! no greater Unto the sueet bird's throat,

heart in thee? Live a little ; comfort a little ; Come hither, come hither, come hither; cheer thyself a little : If this uncouth forest Here shall he see

yield any thing savage, I will either be food

for it, or bring it for food to thee. Thy conceit But winter and rough weather.

is nearer death than thy powers. For my sake,

be comfortable; hold death awhile at the arm's Jaq. More, more, I pr’ythee more.

end: I'll here be with thee presently; and if Ami. It will make you melancholy, monsieur I bring thee not something to eat, I'll give thee Jaques.

* Ragged and rugged had formerly the same meaning. Cares.

+ Disputatious.

.

No enemy,

leave to die: but if thou diest before I come, The why is plain as way to parlsh church : thou art a mocker of my labour. Well said ! He, that a fool doth very wisely hit, thou look'st cheerly: and I'll be with thee Doth very foolishly, although he smart, quickly.—Yet thou liest in the bleak air: Come, Not to seem senseless of the bob: if not, I will bear thee to some shelter ; and thou shalt The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any Even by the squand'ring glances of the fool. thing in this desert. Cheerly, good Adam ! Invest me in my motley; give me leave

[Exeunt. To speak my mind, and I will through and

through SCENE VII.-The sume.

Cleanse the foul body of the infected world, A table set out.Enter Duke senior, AMIENS,

If they will patiently receive my medicine.

Duke S. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou Lords, and others.

wouldst do. Duke S. I think he be transform'd into a beast; Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do, but For I can no where find him like a man.

good ? 1 Lord. My lord, he is but even now gone

Duke S. Most mischievous soul sin, in chidhence;

ing sin: Here was he merry, hearing of a song. For thou thyself hast been a libertine, Duke S. If he, compact of jars,* grow mu- As sensual as the brutish sting itself; sical,

And all the embossed sores, and headed evils, We shall have shortly discord in the spheres:- That thou with license of tree foot hast caught, Go, seek him; tell him, I would speak with him. Wouldst thou disgorge into the general world.

Jaq. Why, who cries out on pride,
Enter JAQUES.

That can therein tax any private party? 1 Lord. He saves my labour by his own ap- Till that the very very means do ebb?

Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea, proach. Duke S. Why, how now, monsieur ! what a What woman in the city do I name, life is this,

(pany ?

When that I say, The city-woman bears That your poor friends must woo your com- Who can come in, and say, that I mean her,,

The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders ? What! you look merrily.

Jaq. A fool, a fool I met a fool i'the When such a one as she, such is her neighA motley fool --a miserable world !- [forest, or what is he of basest function, [bour ? As I do live by food, I met a fool ;

That says, his bravery* is not on my cost, Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun, (His folly to the mettle of my speech?

(Thinking that I mean him,) but therein suits And rail'd on lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms,--and yet a motley fool.

There then; How, what then? Let me see Good-morrow fool, quoth I : No, Sir, quoth he,

wherein Call me not fool, till hearen hath sent me fortune: My tongue hath wrong'd him: if it do him right, And then be drew a dial from his poke;

Then he hath wrong'd himself; if he be free, And looking on it with lack-lustre eye,

Why then, my taxing like a wild goose flies, Says, very wisely, It is ten o'clock :

Unclaim'd of any man.-But who comes here? Thus may we see, quoth he, how the world wags: 'Tis but in hour ago, since it was nine ;

Enter ORLANDO, with his sword drawn. And after an hour more, 'twill be eleren;

Orl. Forbear, and eat no more. And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe,

Jag. Why, I have eat none yet. And then, from hour to hour, we rot, and rot,

Orl. Nor shalt not, till necessity be serv’d. And thereby hangs a tale. When I did hear

Jaq. Of what kind should this cock come of? The motley fool thus moral on the time,

Duke S. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,

distress; That fools should be so deep-contemplative; Or else a rude despiser of good manners, And I did laugh, sans intermission,

That in civility thou seem'st so empty? An hour by his dial.--O noble fool!

Orl. You touch'd my vein at first; the thorny A worthy fool! Motley's the only wear.t

point Duke $. What fool is this?

Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show Jaq. O worthy fool!-One that hath been a Of smooth civility: yet am I inland bred, courtier;

And know some nurture: But forbear, I say; And says, if ladies be but young, and fair,

He dies, that touches any of this fruit,
They have the gift to know it: and in his brain,- Till I and my affairs are answered.
Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit
After a voyage,-he hath strange places I must die.

Jaq. An you will not be answered with rea

[son, cramm'd

Duke S. What would you have? Your genWith observation, the which he vents

tleness shall force, In mangled forms:-0, that I were a fool!

More than your force move us to gentleness. I am ambitious for a motley coat.

Orl. I almost die for food, and let me have it. Duke S. Thou shalt have one.

Duke S. Sit down and feed, and welcome to Jaq. It is my only suit;

our table. Provided that you weed your better judgements

Ori. Speak you so gently? Pardon me, I Of all opinion that grows rank in them,

pray you: That I am wise. I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind,

I thought, that all things had been savage here; To blow on whom I please ; for so fools have: of stern commandment: But whate'er you are,

And therefore put I on the countenance
And they that are most galled with my folly, That in this desert inaccessible,
They most must laugh : And, why, Sir, must Under the shade of melancholy boughs,
they so?

Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time Made up of discords.

If ever you have look'd on better days; The fool was anciently dressed in a party-coloured coat.

* Finery. + Well brought up Good manners.

land's son,

If ever been where bells have knoll’d to church;

AMEINS sings.
If ever sat at any good man's feast;
If ever from your eye-lids wip'd a tear,

SONG.
And know what 'tis to pity, and be pitied;

I.
Let gentleness my strong enforcement be:

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
In the which hope, I blush, and hide my sword. Thou art not so unkind*
Duke S. True is it that we have seen better

As man's ingratitude;
days;

Thy tooth is not so keen,
And have with holy bell been knoll’d to church; Because thou art not seen,
And sat at good men's feasts; and wip'd our Although thy breath be rude.
eyes

Heigh, ho! sing, heigh, ho! unto the green holly: Of drops that sacred pity hath engender'd: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: And therefore sit you down in gentleness,

Then heigh, ho, the holly! And take upon command what help we have,

This life is most jolly. That to your wanting may be ministred.

11. Orl. Then, but forbear your food a little while,

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, Whiles, like a doe, I go to find my fawn,

That dost not bite so nigh And give it food. There is an old poor man,

As benefits forgot:
Who after me hath many a weary step.

Though thou the waters warp,
Limp'd in pure love; till he be first suffic'd, - Thy sting is not so sharp
Oppress'd with two great evils, age and hun- As friend remember'dt not.
I will not touch a bit.

[ger,- Heigh, ho! sing, heigh, ho! &c.
Duke S. Go find him out,
And we will nothing waste till you return.

Duke $. If that you were the guod Sir RowOrl. I thank ye; and be bless'd for your As you have whisper'd faithfully, you were ; good comfort !

[Exit. And as mine eye doth his effigies witness Duke S. Thou seest, we are not all alone un- Most truly limn'd, and living in your face, This wide and universal theatre [happy: Be truly welcome hither: I am the duke, Presents more woful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in.

That lov'd your father: The residue of your Jaq. All the world's a stage,

fortune, And all the men and women merely players:

Go to my cave and tell me.—Good uld man, They have their exits, and their entrances ;

Thou art right welcome as thy master is : And one man in his time plays many parts,

Support him by the arm.-Give me your hand, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,

And let me all your fortunes understand. Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms;

(Exeunt. And then, the whining school-boy, with his

ACT III.
satchel,

SCENE I.-A Room in the Palace.
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school : And then, the lover;

Enter Duke FREDERICK, Oliver, Lords, and Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad

Attendants. Made to his mistress' eye-brow : Then, a sol- Duke F. Not see him since? Sir, Sir, that dier;

[pard,

cannot be: Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the But were I not the better part made mercy, Jealous in honour, sudden* and quick in quar- I should not seek an absent argument Seeking the bubble reputation [rel, Of my revenge, thou present: But look to it; Even in the cannon's mouth : And then, the Find out thy brother, wheresoe'er he is; justice;

Seek him with candle; bring him dead or living, In fair round bélly, with good capon lin’d, Within this twelvemonth, or turn thou no more With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, To seek a living in our territory, Full of wise saws and modernt instances, Thy lands, and all things that thou dost call And so he plays his part: The sixth age shifts Worth seizure, do we seize into our hands; Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon; Till thou canst quit thee by thy brother's mouth, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side; Of what we think against thee. His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide Oli. O, that your highness knew my heart in For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, I never lov'd my brother in my life. Turning again toward childish treble, pipes Duke F. More villain thou. Well, push him And whistles in his sound: Last scene of all,

out of doors;
That ends this strange eventful history, And let my officers of such a nature
Is second childishness, and mere oblivion; Make an extentt upon his house and lands:
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every Do this expediently,g and turn him going.

thing.
Re-enter ORLANDO, with Adam.

SCENE II.-The Forest.

Enter ORLANDO, with a paper.
Duke S. Welcome: Set down your venerable
And let him feed.

(burden, Orl. Hang there, my verse, in witness of my Orl. I thank you most for him.

love: Adam. So had you need;

And, thou, thrice-crowned queen of night, I scarce can speak to thank you for myself. With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere Duke S. Welcome, fall to: I will not trouble

above,

Thy huntress' name, you As yet, to question you about your fortunes:- | O Rosalind! these trees shall be my books, Give us some music; and, good cousin, sing.

And in these barks my thoughts I'lí character; * Unnatural.

+ Remembering Violent. + Trite, cominon.

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That every eye, which in this forest looks, thee, shallow man! God make incision in thee!

Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where. thou art raw.
Run, run, Orlando; carve, on every tree, Cor. Sir, I am a true labourer; I earn that I
The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive* she. eat, get that I wear; owe no man hate, envy

(Exit. no man's happiness; glad of other men's good,

content with my harm : and the greatest of my Enter CORIN and TOUCHSTONE.

pride is, to see my ewes graze, and my lambs

suck. Cor. And how like you this shepherd's life,

Touch. That is another simple sin in you; to master Touchstone? Touch. Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, offer to get your living by the copulation of

bring the ewes and the rams together, and to it is a good life ; but in respect that it is a cattle: to be bawd to a bell-wether; and to shepberd's life, it is naught. In respect that

betray a she-lamb of a twelvemonth, to a it is solitary, Í like it very well; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile life. reasonable match. If thou be'st not damn’d

crooked-pated, old cuckoldly ram, out of all Now in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth for this, the devil himself will have no shepme well; but in respect it is not in the court, it herds ; 'I cannot see else how thou shouldst is tedious. As it is a spare life, look you, fits my humour well; but as there is no more

'scape.

Cor. Here comes young master Ganymede, plenty in it, it goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd ?

my new mistress' brother. Cor. No more, but that I know, the more Enter Rosalind, reading a paper. one sickens, the worse at ease he is; and that

Ros. From the east to western Ind, be that wants money, means, and content, is

No jewel is like Rosalind. without three good friends:- That the property

Her worth, being mounted on the wind, of rain is to wet, and fire to burn: That good

Through all the world bears Rosalind. pasture makes fat sheep: and that a great

All the pictures, fairest lin'dnt cause of the night, is lack of the sun: That

Are but black to Rosalind. he, that hath learned no wit by nature nor art, may complain of good breeding, or comes of

Let no face be kept in mind,

But the fairt of Rosalind. a very dull kindred.

Touch. Such a one is a natural philosopher. Touch. I'll rhyme you so, eight years togeWast ever in court, shepherd ?

ther; dinners, and suppers, and sleeping hours Cor. No, truly,

excepted: it is the right butter-woman's rank Touch. Then thou art damned.

to market, Cor. Nay, I hope,

Ros. Out, fool! Touch. Truly, thou art damned ; like an ill- Touch. For a taste : roasted egg, ali on one side.

If a hart do lack a hind,
Cor. For not being at court? Your reason.

Let him seek out Rosalind.
Touch. Why, if thou never wast at court,

If the cat will after kind,
thou never saw'st good manners; if thou never
saw'st good manners, then thy manners must

So, be sure, will Rosalind. be wicked; and wickedness is sin, and sin is

Winter-garments must be lind, damnation: Thou art in a parlous state, shep

So must slender Rosalind.
They that reap, must sheuf and bind;

Then to cart with Rosulind.
Cor. Not a whit, Touchstone: those, that

Sweetest nut hath sourest rind, are good manners at the court, are as ridicu

Such a nut is Rosulind. lous in the country, as the behaviour of the

He that sweetest rose will find, country is most mockable at the court. You told me, you salute not at the court, but you

Must find love's prick, and Rosalind. kiss your hands; that courtesy would be un- This is the very false gallop of verses; Why do cleanly, if courtiers were shepherds.

you infect yourself with them. Touch. Instance, briefly; come, instance. Ros. Peace, you dull fool; I found them on

Cor. Why, we are still handling our ewes; a tree. and their fells, you know, are greasy.,

Touch. Truly the tree yields bad fruit.
Touch. Why, do not your courtier's hands

Ros. I'll graff it with you, and then I shall sweat? and is not the grease of a mutton as graff it with a medlar: then it will be the earwholesome as the sweat of a man? Shallow, | liest fruit in the country: for you'll be rotten shallow: A better instance, I say; come. e'er you be half ripe, and that's the right virtue Cor. Besides, our hands are hard.

of the medlar. Touch. Your lips will feel them the sooner. Touch. You have said; but whether wisely Shallow, again: 'A more sounder instance, or no, let the forest judge.

Cor. And they are often tarr'd over with the Enter Celia, reading a paper. sorgery of our sheep; And would you have us Ros. Peace! kiss tar? The courtier's hands are perfumed Here comes my sister, reading; stand aside.

Touch. Most shallow man! Thou worms. Cel. Why should this desert silent be? meat, in respect of a good piece of flesh : In

For it is unpeopled? No; deed-Learn of the wise, and prepend: Civet

Tongues I'll hang on erery tree, is of a baser birth than tar; the very uncleanly

That shall cirils sayings shou. flux of a cat. Mend the instance, shepherd.

Some, how brief the life of man
Cor. You have too courtly a wit for me; I'll

Runs his erring pilgrimage ;

That the stretching of a span
Touch. Wilt thou rest damn'd? God help

Buckles in his sum of age.
* Unexperienced,

+ Delineated, * Inexpressible.

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Grave, solemn.

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with civet.

rest.

Some, of rioluted cows

Cel. So you may put a nran in your belly. 'Twirt the souls of friend and friend: Ros. Is he of God's making? What manner But upon the fuirest boughs,

of man? Is his head worth a hat, or his chin Or at every sentence' end,

worth a beard ?
Will I Rosalinda write ;

Cel. Nay, he hath but a little beard.
Teaching all that read, to know

Ros. Why, God will send more, if the man
The quintessence of every sprite

will be thankful: let me stay the growth of his Henren would in little show.

beard, if thou delay me not the knowledge of Therefore hearen nature chaig'd

his chin. That one body should be fill'd

Cel. It is young Orlando; that tripp'd up the With all graces wide enlarg'd:

wrestler's heels, and your heart, both in av Nature presently distill'd

instant. Helen's cheek, but not her heart;

Ros. Nay, but the devil take mocking; speak Cleopatru's majesty;

sad brow, and true maid.*
Atalanta's better part;

Cel. I'faith, coz, 'uis he.
Sad Lucretia's modesty.

Ros. Orlando?
Thus Rosalind of many parts

Cel. Orlando.
By hearenly synod wus deris’d;

Ros. Alas the day! what shall I do with my of many faces, eyes, und heurts,

doublet and hose ?-What did he, when thou To hare the touches* dearest priz'd. saw'st him? What said he? How look'd he? Hearen would that she these gifts should wherein went he ?+ What makes he here? Did

And I to lire and die her slare. [hure, he ask for me? Where remains he? How part. Ros. O most gentle Jupiter!—what tedious ed he with thee ? and when shalt thou see him homily of love have you wearied your parishion- again? Answer me in one word. ers withal, and never cried, Aave patience, mouth first: 'tis a word too great for any mouth

Cel. You must borrow me Garagantua'st good people! Cel

. How now! back friends ;-Shepherd, of this age's size: To say, ay, and no, to these go off a little :-Go with him, sirrah.

particulars, is more than to answer in a cateTouch. Come, shepherd, let us make an ho- chism. nourable retreat; though not with bag and

Ros. But doth he know that I am in this baggage, yet with scrip and scrippage.

forest, and in man's apparel ? Looks he as [Exeunt Corin and Touchstone. freshly as he did the day he wrestled ? Cel. Didst thou hear these verses?

Cel. It is as easy to count atomies,as to reRos. O, yes, I heard them all, and more too; solve the propositions of a lover :--but take a for some of them had in them more feet than taste of my finding him, and relish it with a the verses would bear.

good observance. I found him under a tree, Cel. That's no matter; the feet might bear like a dropp'd acorn. the verses.

Ros. It may well be called Jove's tree, when Ros. Ay, but the feet were lame, and could it drops forth such fruit. not bear themselves without the verse, and

Cel. Give me audience, good madam. therefore stood lamely in the verse.

Ros. Proceed. Cel. But didst thou hear, without wondering

Cel. There lay he, stretched along, like a how thy name should be hanged and carved wounded knight. upon these trees?

Ros. Though it be pity to see such a sight, it Ros. I was seven of the nine days out of the well becomes the ground. wonder, before you came; for look here what

Cel. Cry, holla! to thy tongue, I pr'ythee; it I found on a palm-tree: 'I was never so be curvets very unseasonably. He was furnished rhymed since Pythagoras' time, that I was an

like a hunter. Irish rat, which I can hardly remember..

Ros. () ominous! he comes to kill my heart. Cel. Trow you, who hath done this?

Cel. I would sing my song without a burden: Ros. Is it a man?

thou bring'st me out of tune. Cel. And a chain, that you once wore, about

Ros. Do you not know I am a woman? when his neck : Change you colour?

I think, I must speak. Sweet, say on. Ros. I pr’ythee, who?

Enter ORLANDO and JAQUES. Cel. 0lord, lord! it is a hard matter for friends to meet; but mountains may be removed Cel. You bring me out:-Soft! comes he not with earthquakes, and so encounter.

here? Ros. Nay, but who is it?

Ros. 'Tis he; slink by, and note him. Cel. Is it possible?

[Celia und Rosalind retire. Ros. Nay, I pray thee now, with most peti- Jag. I thank you for your company; but, tionary vehemence, tell me who it is.

good faith, I had as lief have been myself Cel. O wonderful, wonderful, and most won- alone. derful wonderful, and yet again wonderful, Orl. And so had I ; but yet, for fashion sake, and after that out of all whooping!!

I thank you too for your society. Ros. Good my complexion! dost thou think, Jaq. God be with you; let's meet as little as though I am caparison'd like a man, I have a we can. doublet and hose in iny disposition? One inch Orl. I do desire we may be better strangers of delay more is a South-sea off discovery. I Jaq. I pray you, mar no more trees with pr’ythee, tell me, who is it? quickly, and speak writing love-songs in their barks. apace: I would thou couldst stammer, that Orl. I pray you, mar no more of my verses thou might'st pour this concealed man out of with reading them ill-favouredly. thy mouth, as wine comes out of narrow- Jaq. Rosalind is your love's name? mouth'd bottle; either too much at once, or Orl. Yes, just. none at all. I pr'ythee take the cork out of Jag. I do not like her name. thy mouth, that I may drink thy tidings.

Speak seriously and honestly. + How was bc dressed? Features. + Out of all measure. 1 The giant of Rabelais.

Moles.

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