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

Duke. More villain thou. Well, push him out of doors ; And let my officers of such a nature Make an extent upon his house and lands : Do this expediently, and turn him going. [Exeunt

SCENE changes to the FOREST.

Enter Orlando.

Orla. H

Ang there, my verse, in witness of my love;

And thou thrice-crowned Queen of night survey, With thy chafte eye, from thy pale sphere above,

Thy huntress' name that my full life doth sway. O Rofalind! these trees shall be


books, And in their barks my thoughts I'll character; That every eye, which in this forest looks,

Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where. Run, run, Orlando, carve, on every tree, The fair, the chalte, and unexpressive the. [Exit

Enter Corin and Clown.

Aone ?

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

Clo. Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life ; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, it is naught. In respect that it is folitary, I like it very well : but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now, in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well'; but in respect it is not in the Court, it is tedious. As it is a spare life, look you, ic fits my humour well; but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much against my stomach. Haft any philosophy in thee, shepherd i

Cor. No more, but that I know, the more one fickens, 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 pasture makes fat sheep ; and that a great cause of the night, is lack of the fun : that he, who hath learned no wit by nature nor art, may complain of good breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred. :

Clo. Such a one is a natural philosopher. Wait ever in Court, shepherd ?

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 saw'ít good manners ; if thou never saw'st good manners, then thy manners must be wicked ; and wickedness is fin, and fin is damnation: thoa art in a parlous state, Thepherd.

Cor. Not a whit, Touchsione : those, that are good manners at the Court, are as ridiculous in the country, as the behaviour of the Country is most mockable at the Court. You told me, you falute not at the Court, but you kiss your hands; that courtesy would be uncleanly, if courtiers were shepherds.

Clo. Infance, briefly; come, instance.

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

Clo. Why, do not your courtiers' hands fweat ? and is not the grease of a mutton as wholesome as the sweat of a man ? fhallow, shallow; a better instance, I say : come, : Cor. Besides, our hands are hard. · Cl. Your lips will feel them the sooner. Shallow again :--a more founder instance, come.

Cor. And they are often tarr'd over with the furgery of our fheep ; and would you have us kiss tarr; the courtier's hands are perfumed with civet.

: Clo. Most shallow man ! thou worms. meat, in 'refpect of a good piece of flesh, indeed ! learn of the wife, and perpend; civet is of a baser birth than tärr ;


the very uncleanly flux of a cát. Mend the inftance, Thepherd.

Cor. You have too courtly a wit for me ; I'll rest.

Clo. Wilt thou reft damn'd? God help thee, shallow man; God make incision in thee, thou art raw.

Cor. Sir, I am a true labourer, I earn that I eat; get that I wear ; owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness; glad of other men's good, content with my harm; and the greatest of my pride is, to see my ewes graze, and my

lambs fuck. Clo. That is another simple fin in you, to bring the ewes 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 twelve. month to a crooked-pated old cuckoldly ram, out of all reasonable match. If thou be'it not damn'd for this, the devil himself will have no shepherds ; I cannot see else how thou shouldīt scape.

Cor. Here comes young Mr. Ganimed, my new miftress's brother.

Enter Rofalind, with a paper.

Bor. From the east to western Inde,

No jewel is like Rosalind.
Her worth, being mounted on the wind,
Through all the world bears Rosalind,
All the pictures, faireft lind,
Are but black to Rosalind.
Let no face be kept in mind,
But the face of Rosalind.

Clo, I'll rhime you so, eight years together; dinners, and suppers, and sleeping hours excepted : it is the right butter-women's rank to market.

Ros. Out, fool!
Clo. For a taste.

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If the cat will after kind,
So, be sure, will Rosalind.
Winter-garments muft be lin'd,
So muft fender Rosalind.
They, ibat reap, muft beaf and bind;
Then to Cart with Rosalind.
Sweetest nut hatb fawreft rind,
Such a nut is Rosalind,
He ibat fwesteft rose will find,
Muft find love's prick, and Rosalind.



This is the very false gallop of verses; why do you in.
fect yourself with them?

Ref. 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 shall graff it with a medler ; then it will be the earliest fruit i'th' country; for you will be rotten ere you be half ripe, and that's the right virtue of the medler.

Clo. You have said ; but whether wisely or no, let, the foreft judge.

Enter Celia, with a writing.

Ros. Peace, here comes my fifter reading i stand afide.

Cel. Why bould this a Defert be,

For it is unpeopled ? No;
Tongues I'll bang on every aret,

That fall civil Jayings Jhow.
Some, how brief the life of mar

Runs his erring pilgrimages
That the pretching of a spen

Buckles in his sum of age ;
Some of violated vows,

'Twixt the Souls of friend and friend ;.
But upon tbe faire boughs,

Or at ev'ry. Jentence enda

Will I Rofalinda write ;

Teaching all, that read, to know,
This Quintessence of every Sprite

Heaven would in little show.
Therefore heaven nature charg'd,

That one body jhould be filla
With all graces wide enlarg'd;

Nature presently distilled
Helen's cheeks, but not ber beart,

Cleopatra's majesty;
Atalanta's better part;

Sad Lucretia's modesty.
Thus Rosalind of many parts

By heav'nly synod was devis'd;
Of many faces, eyes and bearts,

To have the touches deareft priz'd.
Heav'n would that the these gifts foould barn,

And I to live and die ber slave. Ros. O most gentle Jupiter! - what tedious homily of love have you wearied your parishioners withal, and never cry'd, have patience, good people?

Cel. How now? back-friends! fhepherd, go off a little: go with him, firrah.

Clo. Come, thepherd, let us make an honourable retreat ; tho not with bag and baggage, yet with ferip and scrippage.

[Exeunt Corin and Clown. Cel. Didit thou hear these verfes ?

Rof. O yes, I heard them all, and more too ; for fome of them had in them more feer than the verses would bear.

Cel. That's no matter ; the feet might bear the verses.

Rof. Ay, but the feet were lame, and could not bear: themselves without the verse, and therefore ftood lamely in the verse.

Cel. But didst thou hear without wondring, how thy, name should be hang'd and carv'd upon

these trees? Rof. I was seven of the nine days out of wonder, before you came; for, look here, what I found on a palm..

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