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You lack a man's heart.
female; or, clown, thou perishest; or, to thy better Ros. I do so, I confess it. Ah, sir, a body would understanding,diest; to wit, I kill thee, make thee away, think this was well counterfeited :I I pray you, tell your translate thy life into death, thy liberty into bondage: 1 brother, how well I counterfeited.—Heigh ho! will deal in poison with thee,or in bastinado,or in steel;
Oli. This was not counterfeit; there is too great testi- I will bandy with thee in faction; I will o'er-run thee mony in your complexion, that it was a passion of with policy ; I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways ;
therefore tremble, and depart! Ros. Counterfeit, I assure you.
And. Do, good William !
(Exit. to be a man.
Enter Corin. Ros. So I do; but, i'faith, I should have been a wo Cor. Our master and mistress seek you; come, away, man by right.
away! Cel. Come, you look paler and paler; pray you, draw Touch. Trip, Audrey, trip, Audrey :-- I attend, I homewards !--Good sir, go with us!
(Exeunt. Oli. That will I, for I must hear answer back,
SCENE II.-The same. How you excuse my brother, Rosalind.
Enter ORLANDO and Oliver. Ros. I shall devise something. But, I pray you, com Orl. Is't possible, that on so little acquaintance you mend my counterfeiting to him. Will you go? should like her ? that, but seeing, you should love
her? [Exeunt and, loving, woo ? and, wooing, she should grant? and
will you persevere to enjoy her?
Oli. Neither call the giddiness of it in question, the A CT v.
poverty of her, the small acquaintance, my sudden SCENE I.-The same.
wooing, nor her suddden consenting; but say with Enter Touchstone and AUDREY.
me, I love Aliena; say with her, that she loves me; Touch. We shall find a time, Audrey; patience, gentle consent with both, that we may enjoy each other: it Audrey!
shall be to your good, for my father's house,and all the And. 'Faith, the priest was good enough, for all the revenue that was old sir Rowland's, will I estate upon old gentleman's saying.
and here live and die a shepherd. Touch. A most wicked sir Oliver, Andrey, a most vile
Enter Rosalind. Mar-text. But, Audrey, there is a youth here in the fo- Orl. You have my consent. Let your wedding betorest lays claim to you.
morrow; thither will I invite the duke, and all his conAnd. Ay, I know who'tis; he hath no interest in me tented followers. Go you, and prepare Aliena : for look in the world: here comes the man you mean.
you, here comes my Rosalind. Enter William.
Ros. God save you, brother! Touch. It is meat and drink to me to see a clown. By Oli. And you, fair sister! my troth, we that have good wits, have much to an Ros. O, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to see swer for; we shall be flouting; we cannot hold. thee wear thy heart in a scarf. Will. Good even, Audrey !
Orl. It is my arm. And. God ye good even, William !
Ros. I thought, thy heart had been wounded with the Will. And good even to you, sir.
claws of a lion. Touch.Good even, gentle friend! Cover thy head,co- Orl. Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady. ver thy head:nay,pr'ythee, be covered. How old are you Ros. Did your brother tell you, how I counterfeited Will. Five and twenty, sir.
friend ? to swoon, when he showed me your handkerchief? Touch. A ripe age. Is thy name William ?
Orl. Ay, and greater wonders, than that. Will. William, sir.
Ros. 0, I know, where you are. -Nay,'tis true; there Touch. A fairname. Wast borni' the forest here?
was never any thing so sudden, but the fightoftwo ramę Will. Ay, sir, I thank God.
and Caesar's thrasonical brag of — I came, saw, and Touch. Thunk God;—a good answer. Art rich ? overcame. For your brother and my sister no sooner Will. 'Faith, sir, so, so.
met, but they looked: no sooner looked, but they loved; Touch. So, so, is good, very good, very excellent no sooner loved, but they sighed; no sooner sighed, good:--and yet it is not; it is but so so. Art thou wise? but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew Will. Ay, sir, I have a pretty wit.
the reason, but they sought the remedy: and in these Touch. Why, thou say'st well. I do now remember a degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage, saying, The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise which they will climb incontinent, or else be incontiman knows himself to be a fool. The heathen philoso-nent before marriage: they are in the very wrath of pher, when he had a desire to eat a grape, would open love, and they will together; clubs cannot part them. his lips, when he putit into his mouth; meaning there- Orl. They shall be married to-morrow; and I will by, that grapes were made to eat, and lips to open. You bid the duke to the nuptials. But, o, how bitter a thing do love this maid ?
it is to look into happiness through another man's Will. I do, sir.
eyes! By so much the more shall I to-morrow be at the Touch. Give me your hand. Art thou learned ? height of heart-heaviness, by how much I shall think Will. No, sir.
my brother happy, in having what he wishes for. Touch. Then learn this of me: To have, is to have. ños. Why then, to-morrow I cannot serve your turn For it is a figure in rhetoric, that drink, being pour- for Rosalind? ed out of a cup into a glass, by filling the one doth Orl. I can live no longer by thinking. emptythe other. For all your writers do consent, that Ros.I will weary you no lorger then with idle talking. ipse is he; now, you are not ipse, for I am he. Kuow of me then, (for now I speak to some purpose,) Will. Which he, sir?
that I know, you are a gentleman of good conceit: I Touch. He, sir, that must marry this woman. There- speak not this, that you should bear a good opinion of fore, you clown, abandon, --- which is in the vulgar, my knowledge, insomuch, I say, I know you are; neileave, – the society, -- which in the boorish is, com-ther do I labour for a greater esteem, than may in some pany, -- of this female — which in the common is, wo- little measure draw a belief from you to do yourself man, - which together is, abandon the society of this good, and not to grace me. Believe then, if you please,
that I can do strange things: I have, since I was three
Enter two Pages. years old, conversed with a magician, most profound 1 Page. Well met, honest gentleman! in his art, and yet not damnable. If you do love Roca- Touch.By my troth,well met! Come,sit,sit, and a song! lind so near the heart, as your gesture cries it out,when 2 Page. We are for you: sit i'the middle! your brother marries Aliena, shall you marry her:1.1 Page. Shall we clap into't roundly, without hawkknow,into what straights of fortune she is driven ; and ing, or spitting, or saying we are hoarse; which are it is not impossible to me, if it appear not inconvenient the only prologues to a bad voice ? to you, to set her before your eyes to-morrow, human 2 Page. I'faith, l'faith; and both in a tune, like two as she is, and without any danger.
gypsies on a horse. Orl. Speakest thou in sober meanings ?
SONG. Ros. By my life, I do; which I tender dearly, though
I. I say I am a magician. Therefore, put you in your best It was a lover, and his lass, array, bid your friends; for if you will be married to With a hey, und a ho, and a hey nonino, morrow, you shall; and to Rosalind, if you will. That o'er the green corn-field did pass Enter Silvius and Phebe.
In the spring time, the only pretty rank time, Look, here comes a lover of mine, and a lover of hers. When birds do sing, hey ding ading, ding;
Phe. Youth, you have done me much ungentleness, Sweet lovers love the spring.
Between the acres of the rye, To seem despiteful and ungentle to you:
With a hey, anda ho, and a hey nonino, You are there follow'd by a faithful shepherd;
These pretty country folks would lie, Look apon him, love him; he worships you.
In spring time, etc. Phe. Good shepherd, tell this youth, what'tis to love!
III. Sil. It is to be all made of sighs and tears;
This carol they began that hour, And so am I for Phebe.
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, Phe. And I for Ganymede.
How that a life was but a flower
In spring time, etc.
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino;
For love is crowned with the prime Orl. And I for Rosalind.
In spring time, etc. Ros. And I for no woman.
Touch. Truly, young gentlemen, though there was Sil. It is to be all made of fantasy,
no greater matter in the ditty, yet the note was very All made of passion, and all made of wishes;
untuneable. All adoration, duty and observance,
1 Page. You are deceived, sir; we kept time, we lost All humbleness, all patience, and impatience, not our time. All purity, all trial, all observance ;
Touch. By my troth, yes; I count it but time lost to And so am I for Phebe.
hear such a foolish song. God be with you; and God Phe. And so am I for Ganymede.
mend your voices !--Come, Audrey. (Exeunt. Orl. And so am I for Rosalind. Ros. And so am I for nowoman.
SCENE IV.- Another part of the forest. Phe. If this be so, why blame you me to love you? Enter Duke senior, Amiens, JAQUES, ORLANDO, Oliver, [To Rosalind.
and Celia. Sil. If this be so, why blame you me to love you ? Duke S. Dost thou believe, Orlando, that the boy can
[To Phebe. do all this that he hath promised ? Orl. If this be so, why blame yon me to love you? Orl. I sometimes do believe, and sometimes do not ; Ros. Who do you speak to, why blame you me to As those that fear they hope, and know they fear. love you?
Enter Rosalind, Silvius, and Phebe. Orl. To her that is not here, nor doth not hear. Ros. Patience once more, whiles our compact is Ros. Pray you, no more of this: 'tis like the howling of Irish wolves against the moon. I will help you,[To You say, if I bring in your Rosalind, [To the Duke. Silvius) if I can :- I would love you, [To Phebe] if I You will bestow her on Orlando here? could. — To-morrow meet me all together.— I will Dukes. That would I, had I kingdoms to give with her. marry you, (To Phebe} if ever I marry woman, and I'll Ros. And you say, you will have her, when I bring be married to-morrow :-I will satisfy you, (To Or
[To Orlando. lando) if ever I satisfied man, and you shall be married Orl. That would I, were I of all kingdoms king. to-morrow:-1 will content you, To Silvius) if what Ros. You say, you'll marry me, if i be willing? pleases you, contents you, and you shall be married to
[To Phebe. -As you[ To Orlando]love Rosalind, meet; Phe. That will I, should I die the hour after. as you (To Silvius) love Phebe, meet; and as I love no Ros. But, if you do refuse to marry me, woman, I'll meet.—So, fare you well; I have left you You'll give yourself to this most faithfull shepherd? commands.
Phe. So is the bargain. Sil. I'll not fail, if I live.
Ros. You say, that you'll have Phebe, if she will ? Phe. Nor I.
(To Silvius. Orl. Nor 1.
(Exeunt. Sil. Though to have her and death were both one SCENE III.-The same.
thing. Enter Touchstone and Audrey.
Ros. I have promis’d to make all this matter even. Touch. To morrow is the joyful day, Audrey; to- Keep you your word, O duke, to give yonr daughter;morrow will we be married.
You yours, Orlando, to receive his daughter :Aud. I do-desire it with all my heart : and I hope it is Keep your word, Phebe, that you'll marry me; no dishonest desire, to desire to be a woman of the Or else, refusing me, to wed this shepherd :world. Here comes two of the banished duke's pages. Keep your word, Silvius, that you'll marry her,
If she refuse me:-and from hence I go,
avoid, but thelie direct; and you may avoid that too, To make these doubts all even.
with an If. I knew when seven justices could not take [Exeunt Rosalind and Celia. up a quarrel ; but when the parties were met themselDuke S. I do remember in this shepherd-boy ves, one of them thought but of an If, as, If you said Some lively touches ofmy daughter's favour.
so, then I said so; and they shook hands, and swore Orl. My lord, the first time that I ever saw him, brothers. Your If is the only peace-maker; much Methought, he was a brother to your daughter: virtue in If. But, my good lord, this boy is forest-born,
Jaq. Is not this a rare fellow, my lord ? he's as good And hath been tutor'd in the rudiments
at any thing, and yet a fool. Of many desperate studies by his uncle,
Duke S. He uses his folly like a stalking-horse, and Whom he reports to be a great magician,
under presentation of that, he shoots his wit. Obscured in the circle of this forest.
Enter Hymen, leading Rosalind in woman's clothes; Enter TouchSTONE and AUDREY.
and Celia, Jaq. There is, sure, another flood toward, and these
Still Music. couples are coming to the ark! Here comes a pair of Hym. Then is there mirth in heaven, very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called When earthly things made even fools.
Atone together. Touch. Salutation and greeting to you all!
Good duke, receive thy daughter, Jaq. Good my lord, bid him welcome. This is the Hymen from Heaven brought her, motley-minded gentleman, that I have so often met in
Yea brought her hither; the forest. He hath been a courtier, he swears.
That thou might'st join her hand with his, Touch. If any man doubt that, let him put me to my Whose heart within her bosom is. purgation. I have trod a measure; I have flattered a Ros. To you I give myself, for I am yours.[To Duke S. lady; I have been politic with my friend, smooth with To you I give myself, for I am yours. [To Orlando. mine enemy; I have undone three tailors; I have had Dikes.if there be truthin sight, you are my daughter. four quarrels, and like to have fought one.
Orl. If there be truth in sight, you
Rosalind. laq. And how was that ta'en up?
Phe. If sight and shape be true, Touch. Faith, we met, and found the quarrel was Why then, -my love, adieu! upon the seventh cause.
Ros. I'll have no father, if you be not he:Jaq. How seventh cause?-Good my lord, like this
[ To Duke S. fellow.
I'll have no husband, if you be not he:- (To Orlando. Duke S. Ilike him very well.
Nor ne'er wed woman, if you be not she. [To Phebe. Touch. God'ild yon, sir; I desire you of the like. Il Hym. Peace, ho! I bar confusion: press in here, sir, amongst the rest of the country co
'Tis I must make conclusion pulatives, to swear, and to forswear; according as
Of these most strange events : marriage binds, and blood breaks.-A poor virgin, Here's eight that must take hands, sir, an ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own ; a poor To join in Hymen's bands, humour of mine, sir, to take that, that no man else will.
If'truth holds true contents. Rich honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor house; You and you no cross shall part : as your pearl in your foul oyster.
[To Orlando and Rosalind. Duke S.By my faith, he is very swift and sententious. You and you are heart in heart: Toueh. According to the fool's bolt, sir, and such
[ To Oliver and Celia. dulcet diseases.
You [To Phebe] to his love must accord, Jaq. But, for the seventh cause; how did you find Or have a woman to your lord :the quarrel on the seventh cause?
You and you are sure together, Touch. Upon a lie seven times removed ;-Bear your
[To Touchstone and Audrey. body more seeming, Audrey :-as thus, sir. I did dis As the winter to foul weather. like the cut of a certain courtier's beard; he sent me Whiles a wedlock-hymn we sing, word, if I said, his beard was not cut well, he was in the Feed yourselves with questioning; mind it was: this is called the Retort courteous. IfI That reason wonder may diminish, sent him word again, it was not well cut, he would send How thus we met, and these things finish, me word, he cut it to please himself: this is called the
SONG. Quip modest. If again, it was not well cut, he disabled Wedding is great Juno's crown ; my judgment: this is called the Reply churlish. If oblessed bond of board and bed! again, it was not well cut, he would answer, I spake not 'Tis Hymen peoples every town; true: this is called the Reproof valiant. Ifagain, it Iligh wedlock then be honoured: was not well cut, he would say, Ilie: this is called the Honour, high honour and renown, Countercheck quarrelsome: and so to the Lie circum To Hymen, god of every town! stantial, and the Liedirect.
Duke S. O, my dear niece, welcome thou art to me ; Jag. And how oft did you say, his beard was not well Even daughter, welcome in no less degree. eut?
Phe. I will not eat my word: now thou art mine; Touch. I durst go no further than the Lie circum- Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine. [To Silvius. stantial; por he durst not give me the Lie direct; and
Enter Jaques De Bors. so we measured swords, and parted.
Jaq.de B. Let me have audience for a word or two! Jag: Can you nominate in order now the degrees of I am the second son of old sir Rowland, the lie?
That bring these tidings to this fair assembly: Touch. O, sir, we quarrel in print, by the book, as Duke Frederick, hearing how that every day you have books for good manners. I will name you Men of great worth resorted to this forest, the degrees. The first, the Retort courteous; the se- Address’d a mighty power; which were on foot, cond, the Quip modest; the third, the Reply churlish; In his own conduct, purposely to take the fourth, the Reproof valiant; the fifth, the Counter- His brother here, and put him to the sword: check quarrelsome; the sixth, the Lie with circum- And to the skirts of this wild wond he came; stance; the seventh, the Lie direct. All these you may Where, meeting with an old religious man,
After some question with him, was converted And you[To Touchstone] to wrangling; for thy loving Both from his enterprize and from the world:
voyage His crown bequeathing to his banish'd brother, Is but for two months victuall'd.-So to your pleasures; And all their lands restor'd to them again,
I am for other, than for dancing measures. That were with him exil'd. This to be true,
Duke S. Stay, Jaques, stay. I do engage my life.
Jaq. To see no pastime, I :-what you would have Duke S. Welcome, young man !
I'll stay to know at your abandon's cave. [Exit. Thou offer’st fairly to thy brothers' wedding: Duke S. Proceed, proceed! we will begin these rites, To one, his lands withheld; and to the other, And we do trust they'll end in true delights. [A dance. A land itself at large, a potent dukedom. First, in this forest, let us do those ends,
EPILOGUE. That here were well begun, and well begot;
Ros. It is not the fashion to see the lady the epilogue: And after, every ofthis happy number,
butit is no more unhandsome, than to see the lord the That have endur'd shrewd days and nights with us, prologue. 'If it be true, that good wine needs no bush, Shall share the good of our returned fortune, 'tis true, that a good play needs no epilogue. Yet to According to the measure of their states.
good wine they do use good bushes; and good plays Meantime, forget this new-fall’n dignity,
prove the better by the help of good epilogues. What And fall into our rustic revelry :
a case am I in then, that am neither a good epilogue, Play, music;—and you, brides and bridegrooms all, nor cannot insinuate with you in the behalf of a good With measure heap'din joy, to the measures fall! play? I am not furnished like a beggar, therefore to
Jaq. Sir, by your patience; if I heard you rightly, beg will not become me: my way is, to conjure you; The duke hath put on a religious life,
and I'll begin with the women. I charge you, O women, And thrown into neglect the pompous court? for the love you bear to men, to like as much of this Jaq.de B. He hath.
play, as please them: and so I charge you, O men, for Jaq. To him willI: out of these convertites the love you bear to women, (as I perceive by your There is much matter to be heard and learn'd. simpering, none of you hate them,) that, between you You to your former honour I bequeath; (To Dukes. and the women, the play may please. If I were a woman, Your patience, and your virtue, well deserves it : I would kiss as many of you,as had beards, that pleased You (To Orlando) to a love that your true faith doth me, complexions, that liked me, and breaths,that I demerit:
fied not: and, I am sure, as many as have good beards, You[To Oliver]to your land, and love and great allies: or good faces, or sweet breaths, will, for my kind offer, You [To Silvius) to a long and well-deserved bed :- when I make curt'sy, bid me farewell. (Exeunt.
ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL.
Per $ o ns of the d r a m a. King of France.
| A Page, Duke of Florence.
Countess of Rousillon, mother to Bertram. Bertram, count of Rousillon.
Helena, a gentlewoman protected by the countess. LAFEU, an old lord.
Anold Widow of Florence.
Diana, daughter to the widow.
friends to the widow. Stoward, } Servants to the countess of Rousillon.
Lords, attending on the King; Officers, Soldiers,
etc. French and Florentine. Scene,-partly in France, and partly in Tuscany.
A C T I.
Count. What hope is there of his majesty's amend
ment? SCENE I. Rousillon. A room in the Count's Laf. He hath abandoned his physicians, madam, paluce.
under whose practices he hath persecuted time with Enter Bertram, the Countess of Rousillon, Helena, hope, and finds no other advantage in the process but and Lareu, in mourning.
only the losing of hope by time. Count. In delivering my son from me, I bury a second Count. This young gentlewoman had a father, (O, husband.
that had! how sad a passage 'tis !) whose skill was alBer. And I, in going, madam, weep o'er my father's most as great, as his honesty; had it stretched so far, death anew : but I must attend his majesty's command, would have made nature immortal, and death should to whom I am now in ward, evermore in subjection. have play for lack of work. 'Would, for the king's
Laf. You shall find of the king a husband, madam; sake, he were living! Ithink, it would be the death of you, sir, a father. He, that so generally is at all times the king's disease. good, must of necessity hold his virtne to you; whose Laf. How called you the man you speak of, madam? worthiness would stir it up, where it wanted, rather Count. He was famous, sir, in his profession, and it than lack it, where there is such abundance.
was his great right to be so: Gerard de Narbon.
Laf: He was excellent, indeed, madam; the king But now he's gone, and my idolatroas fancy very lately spokeofhim, admiringly, and mourningly : Must sanctify his relics. Who comes here? he was skilful euough to have lived still, if knowledge
Enter PAROLLES. could be set up against mortality.
One that goes with him: I love him for his sake;
Think him a great way fool, solely a coward;
Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him, Laf. I would, it were vot notorious. Was this That they take place, when virtue's steely bones gentlewoman the daughter of Gerard de Narbon ? Look bleak in the cold wind: withal, full oft we see
Count. His sole child, my lord, and bequeathed to Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly. my overlooking. Thave those hopes of her good, that Par. Save you, fair queen! her education promises : her dispositions she inherits, Hel. And you, monarch! which make fair gifts fairer; for where an unclean Par. No. mind carries virtuous qualities, there commendations Hel. And no. go with pity, they are virtues and traitors too; in her, Par. Are you meditating on virginity? they are the better for their simpleness; she derives Hel. Ay. You have some stain of soldier in yon; let her honesty, and achieves her goodness.
me ask you a question: Man is enemy to virginity; how Laf. Your commendations, madam, get from her may we barricado it against him?
Par. Keep him out. Count. 'Tis the best brine a maiden can season her Hel. But he assails; and our virginity, thongh valiant praise in. The remembrance of her father never ap- in the defence, yet is weak: unfold to us some warlike proaches her heart, but the tyranny of her sorrows resistance ! takes all livelihood from her cheek. No more of this, Par. There is none; man, sitting down before you, Helena, go to, no more; lest it be rather thought, you will undermine you, and blow you up. affect a sorrow, than to have.
Hel. Bless our poor virginity from underminers, and Hel. I do affect a sorrow, indeed, but I have it too. blowers up!- Is there no military policy, how virLuf. Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, gins might blow men? excessive grief the enemy to the living.
Par. Virginity being blown down, man will quicklier Count. If the living be enemy to the grief, the excess be blown up: marry, in blowing him down again with makes it soon mortal.
the breach yourselves made, you lose your city. It is Ber. Madam, I desire your holy wishes.
not politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve Laf. How understand we that?
virginity. Loss of virgivity is rational increase; and Count. Be thou blest, Bertram! and sncceed thy there was never virgin got, till virginity was first lost. father
That, you were made of, is metal to make virgins. In manners, as in shape! thy blood, and virtue, Virginity, by being oncelost, may be ten times found: Contend for empire in thee; and thy goodness by being ever kept, it is ever lost: 'tis too cold a comShare with thy birth-right! Love all, trust a few, panion, away with it! Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy
Hel. I will staud for't a little, though therefore I die Rather in power, than use; and keep thy friend a virgin. Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence, Par. There's little can be said in't; 'tis against the But never tax’d for speech! What heaven more will, rule of nature. To speak on the part of virginity, is to That thee may furnish, and my prayers pluck down, accuse your mothers; which is most infallible disobeFall on thy head! Farewell!—My lord,
dience. He, that hangs himself, is a virgin ; virginity 'Tis an unseason'd courtier; good my lord,
murders itself, and should be buried in highways, out Advise him!
of all sanctified limit, as a desperate oflendress against Laf. He cannot want the best,
nature. Virginity breeds mites, much like a cheese; That shall attend his love.
consumes itself to the very paring, and so dies with Count, Heaven bless him! - Farewell, Bertram! feeding his own stomach. Besides, virginity is peevish,
[Exit Countess. proud, idle, made of self-love, which is the most inBer. The best wishes, that can be forged in your hibited sin in the canon. Keep it not; you cannot thoughts, [To Helena) be servants to you! Be com- choose but lose by't. Out with’t: withiu ten years it fortable to my mother, your mistress, and make much will make itself ten, which is a goodly increase; and of her!
the principal itself not much the worse. Away with’t! Laf. Farewell, pretty lady! Yon must hold the credit Hel. How might one do, sir, to lose it to her own of your father. (Exeunt Bertram and Lafeu. liking ?
Hel. O, were that all!-I think not on my father: Par. Let me see! Marry, ill, to like him, that ne'er And these great tears grace his remembrance more, it likes. 'Tis a commodity will lose the gloss with lying; Than those I shed for him. What was he like? the longer kept, the less worth : off' with't, while'tis I have forgot him: my imagination
vendible: answer the time of request! Virginity, like Carries no favour in it, but Bertrani's.
an old courtier, wears her cap out of fashion; richly Tam undone; there is no living, none,
suited, butunsuitable: just like the brooch and toothIf Bertram beaway. It were all one,
pick, which wear not now. Yourdate is better in your That I should love a bright particular star,
pie and your porridge, than in your cheek; and your And think to wed it, he is so above me:
virginity, your old virginity, is like one of our In his bright radiance and collateral light
French withered pears; it looks ill, it eats dryly; Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.
marry, ’tis a withered pear; it was formerly better; The ambition in my love thus plages itself: marry, yet, 'tis a withered pear. Will you any thing The hind, that would be mated by the lion,
There shall your master have a thousand loves,
A phoenix, captain, and an enemy,
A guide, a goddess, and a sove