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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.
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.
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. 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.
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!
If the cat will after kind,
This is the very false gallop of verses; why do you in.
Ref. Peace, you dull fool, I found them on a tree.
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;
That fall civil Jayings Jhow.
Runs his erring pilgrimages
Buckles in his sum of age ;
'Twixt the Souls of friend and friend ;.
Or at ev'ry. Jentence enda
Will I Rofalinda write ;
Teaching all, that read, to know,
Heaven would in little show.
That one body jhould be filla
Nature presently distilled
Sad Lucretia's modesty.
By heav'nly synod was devis'd;
To have the touches deareft priz'd.
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..