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of our fheep; 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 wise and perpend: civet is of a bafer birth than tar; the very uncleanly flux of a cat Mend the instance,


Cor. You have too courtly a wit for me; I'll rest. Clo. Wilt thou reft damn'd? God help thee, fhallow man; God make incifion 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 happinefs; glad of other mens' good; content with my harm; and the greateft of my pride is, to fee my ewes grafe, and my lambs fuck.'

Clo. That is another fimple 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 beil-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 should'st 'scape.

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

SCENE IV. Enter Rofalind, with a paper.

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

Her worth, being mounted on the wind,
Through all the world bears Rofalind.
All the pictures, faireft lin'd,
Are but black to Rofalind;
Let no face be kept in mind,
But the face of Rofalind.

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.

Rof Out, fool!

Clo. For a taste.


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If a bart doth lack a hind,
Let him feek out Refalind.
If the cat will after kind,
So, be fure, will Rofalind.
Winter garments must be lin'd,
So muft fender Rofalind.
They that reap muft fheaf and bind;
Then to cart with Rofalind.
Sweetest nut bath 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 earliest fruit i' th’。 country: for you'll be rotten ere you be half ripe; and that's the right virtue of the medler.

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


V. Enter Celia, with a writing.

Rof. Peace, here comes my fifter reading; stand aside.
Cel. Why Should this a defart be?
For it is unpeopled. No:
Tongues I'll hang on every tree,

That shall civil fayings how:
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 quinteffence of every Sprite
Heaven would in little jhow.
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Therefore heaven nature charge'd,
That one body should be fill d
With all graces wide enlarge'd;
Nature prefently diftill'd
Helen's cheeks, but not her heart,
Cleopatra's majesty,
Atalanta's better part,
Sad Lucretia's modefty.
Thus Rofalind of many parts
By heav'nly fynod was devis'd;
Of many faces, eyes, and hearts,

To have the touches deareft priz'd.
Heaven would that she thefe gifts should have,
And I to live and die her flave.

Rof. O moft gentle juniper !-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, fhepherd, let us make an honourable retreat; though not with bag and baggage, yet with fcrip and fcrippage. [Exeunt Cor. and Clown.



Cel. Didft thou hear thefe verfes ?

Rof. O yes, I heard them all, and more too; for fome of them had in them more feet than the verfes 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 stood lamely in the verfe.

Cel. But didft thou hear without wondering, how thy name fhould be hang'd and carv'd upon these trees?

Rof. I was feven of the nine days out of wonder, before you came: for, look here, what I found on a palmtree; I was never fo be-rhimed fince Pythagoras's time, that I was an Irish rat, which I can hardly remember. Gel. Trow you, who hath done this ? Rof. Is it a man?


Cel. And a chain, that you once wore, about his neck. Change you colour?

Rof. I pr'ythee, who?

Cel. O Lord, Lord, it is a hard matter for friends to meet; but mountains may be removed with earthquakes, and fo encounter.

Rof. Nay, but who is it?
Cel. Is it poffible?

Rof. Nay, I pr'ythee now, with most petitionary vehemence, tell me who it is.

Cel. O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful, and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all whooping

Rof. Good my complexion! doft thou think, though I am caparifon'd like a man, I have a doublet and hofe in my difpofition? One inch of delay more, is a fouthfea off discovery. I pr'ythee, tell me who is it; quickly, and speak apace; I would thou could'ft ftammer, that thou might'ft pour this concealed man out of thy mouth, as wine comes out of a narrow-mouth'd bottle; either too much at once, or none at all. I pr'ythee, take the cork out of thy mouth, that I may drink thy tidings.

Cel. So you may put a man in your belly.

Rof. Is he of God's making? what manner of man? is his head worth a hat? or his chin worth a beard?

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Gel. Nay, he hath but a little beard.

Rof. Why, God will fend more, if the man will be thankful; let me ftay the growth of his beard, if thou delay me not the knowledge of his chin.

Cel. It is young Orlando, that tripp'd up the wrest

ler's heels and your heart both in an inftant.

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Rof. Nay, but the devil take mocking; fpeak, fad brow, and true maid.

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Rof. Alas the day, what shall I do with my doublet and hofe? what did he when thou faw'ft him? what faid he? how look'd he? wherein went he? what makes he here? did he ask for me? where remains he?


how parted he with thee? and when fhalt thou see him again? Anfwer me in one word.

Cel. You must borrow me Garagantua's mouth first; 'tis a word too great for any mouth of this age's fize: to fay Ay and No to these particulars, is more than to anfwer in a catechifin.

Rof. But doth he know that I am in this foreft, and in man's apparel? looks he as freshly as he did the day he wrestled?

Cel. It is as eafy to count atoms, as to refolve the propofitions of a lover: but take a taste of my finding him, and relish it with good observance. I found him under a tree like a dropp'd acorn.

Rof. It may well be call'd Jove's tree, when it drops forth fuch fruit.

Cel. Give me audience, good Madam.

Rof. Proceed.

Cel. There lay he ftretch'd along like a wounded knight.

Ref. Though it be pity to fee fuch a fight, it well becomes the ground.

Cel. Cry, Holla! to thy tongue, I pr'ythee; it curvets unfeafonably. He was furnish'd like a hunter. Rof. Oh, ominous! he comes to kill my heart. Gel. I would fing my fong without a burthen; thou bring'ft me out of tune.

Rof. Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I muit fpeak. Sweet, fay on.


Enter Orlando and Jaques.

Cel. You bring me out.
Rof. 'Tis he; flink by,

Soft, comes he not here? and note him.

[Cel. and Rof. retire. Jaq. "I thank you for your company; but, good "faith, I had as lief have been myfelf alone.

Orla, " And fo had I; but yet, for fashion fake, I "thank you too for your fociety.

Jaq. "God b'w'y you; let's meet as little as we can.
Orla. "I do defire we may be better ftrangers.
Jaq. "I pray you, mar no more trees with writing
"love-fongs in their barks.


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