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Touch. Why, do not your courtier's hands sweat? Cel.
Of ny revenge, thou present. But look to it; and is not the grease of a mutton as wholesome as the
Find out thy brother, wheresoe'er he is;

sweat of a man? Shallow, shallow: a better instance,
Seek him with candle; bring him, dead or living, I say; come,
Within this twelvemonth, or turn thou no more Cor. Besides, our hands are hard.
To seek a living in our territory!

Touch. Your lips will feel them the sooner. Shallow,
Thy kinds, and all things that thou dost call thine, again : a more sounder instance, come.
Worth seizure, do we seize into our hands;

Cor. And they are often tarr'd over with the surgery
Till thou canst quit theeby thy brother's mouth, of our sheep; and would you have us kiss tar? The
Of what we think against thee.

courtier's hands are perfumed with civet. Oli. O, that your highness knew my heart in this! 'Touch, Most shallow man! Thou worms-meat, in I never lov'd my brother in any lile.

respect of a good piece of flesh! Indeed !-- Learn of Duke F. More villain thou. Well, push him out of the wise, and perpend: Civet is of a baser birth, than doors ;

tar: the very uncleanly flux of a cat. Mend the inAnd let my officers of such a nature

stance, shepherd ! Make an extent upon his house and lands!

l'or. You have too courtly a wit for me; I'll rest. Do this expediently, and turn him going! (Exeunt. Touch. Wilt thou rest damu'd ? God help thee, shal

low man! God make incision in thee! thou art raw.
SCENE II.- The forest.

Cor. Sir, I am a true labourer; I earn that I eat, get
Enter ORLANDO, with a paper.

that I wear; owe yo man hate, envy no man's happi-
Orl. Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love; ness; glad of other men's good, content with my harm:
And thou, thrice-crowned queen of night, survey and the atest of my pride is, to see my ewes graze,
With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above, and mylambs suck.

Thy huntress' name, that my fulllife doth sway. Touch. That is another simple sin in you; to bring o Rosalind! these trees shall beiny books,

the ewes and the rams together, and to offer to get And in their barks my thoughts I'll character, your living by the copulation of cattle: to be bawd to That every eye, which in this forest looks,

a bell-wether; and to betray a she-lamb of a twelveShall see thiy virtue witness'd every where. month, to a crooked-pated, old, cuckoldly ram, ont Run, run, Orlando; carve, on every tree,

of all reasonable match. If thou be’st not damu'd for The fair, the cliaste, and unexpressive she! (Exit. this, the devil himself will have no shepherds; I canEnter Corix and TouCasTONE,

notsce else, how thou shouldst’scape. Cor. And how like you this shepherd's life, master Cor. Here comes young master Ganymede, my new Touchstone?

mistress's brother. Touch. Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a

Enter Rosalind, reading a paper. good life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, it

Ros. From the east to western Ind, is naught, Iurespect that it is solitary, I like it very

Nojewel is like Rosalind. well; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now, in respect it is in the helds, it pleaseth me

Iler worth, being mounted on the wind,

Through all the world bears Rosalind. well; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious. As it is a spare life, look you, it fits my humour well;

All the pictures, fairest limn'd,

Are buc black to Rosalind. but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee,

Let no face be kept in mind, sliepherd ?

But the fair of Rosalind. Cor. No more, but that I know, the more one sickens,

Touch. I'll rhyme you so, eight years together; dinthe worse at ease he is ; and that he that wants money, the right butter-woman's rauk io market.

ners, and suppers, and sleeping hours excepted: it is and content, is without three good friends.

Ros. Out, fool! That the property of rain is to wet, and fire to burn:

Touch. For a taste :that good pasture makes fat sheep; and that a great cause of the night, is lack of the sun: that he, that

If a hart do lack a hind,

Let him seek out Rosalind. hath learned no wit by nature nor art, may complain

If the cat will after kind, of good breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred.

So, be sure, will Rosalind. Touch, Such a one is a natural philosopher. Wast ever in court, shepherd?

Winter-garments must be lin'd,

So must slender Rosalind.
Cor. No, truly.
Touch. Then thou art damn'd.

They that reap, must sheaf and bind;

Then to cart with Rosalind. Cor. Nay, I hope,

Sweetest nut hath sowrest rind, Touch. Truly, thou art damn'd; like an ill-roasted

Such a nutis Rosalind. egg, all on one side. Cor. For not being at court? Your reason.

He that sheetest rose will find, Touch. Why, if thou never wast at court, thou never This is the very false gallop of verses; why do you

Must find love's prick, and Rosalind. saw'st good manners; if thou never saw’st good man- infect yourself with them? ners, then thy manners must be wicked; and wickedness is sin, and sin is damnation. Thou art in a parlous

Ros. Peace, yon dull fool! I found them on a tree.

Touch. Truly, the tree yields bad fruit. state, shepherd Cor. Not a whit, Touchstone: those, that are good with a mediar: then it will be the earliest fruit in the

Ros. I'll graft it with you, and then I shall graft it manners at the court, are as ridiculous in the country, country: for you'll be rotten, ere you be half ripe, and as the behaviour of the country is most mockable at that's the right virtue of the medlar. the court. You told me, you salute notat the court, but you kiss your hands; that courtesy would be un- let the forest judge.

Touch. You have said; but whether wisely or no, cleavly, if courtiers were shepherds. Touch. Instance, briefly ; *come, instance !

Enter Celia, reading a paper. Cor. Why, we are still handling our ewes; and their Ros. Peace! fells, you kuow, are greasy.

ilere comes my sister, reading; stand aside.


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Cel. Why should this desert silent be?

stammer, that thou might'st pour this concealed man For it is unpeopled ? No;

out of thy mouth, as wine comes out of a narrowTongues I'll hang on every tree,

mouth'd bottle; either too much at once, or none at That shall civil sayings show.

all. I pr’ythee take the cork out of thy mouth, that I Some, how brief the life of mun

may drink thy tidings.
Runs his erring pilgrimage ;

Cel. So you may put a manin your belly.
That the stretching of a span

Cel. Is he of God's making? What manner of man?
Buckles in his sum of age.

Is his head worth a hat, or his chin worth a beard ? Some, of violated vows

Cel. Nay, he hath but a little beard. Twixt the souls of friend and friend: Ros. Why, God will send more, if the man will be But upon the fairest boughs,

thankful: let me stay the growth of his beard, if thou Or at every sentence' end,

delay me not the knowledge of his chin. Will I Rosalinda write;

Cel. It is young Orlando; that tripp'd up the wrestTeaching all that read, to know

ler's heels, and your heart, both in an instant. The quintessence of every sprite

Ros. Nay, but the devil take mocking; speak, sad Heuven would in little show.

brow, and true maid.
Therefore heaven nature charg'd,

Cel. l'faith, coz, 'tis he.
That one body should be fill'd

Ros. Orlando?
With all graces wide enlarg’d:

Cel. Orlaudo.
Nature presently distilld

Ros. Alas the day! what shall I do with


doublet Helen's cheek, but not her heart :

and lose?-What did he, when thou saw'st him? What Cleopatra's majesty;

said he? How look'd he? Wherein went he? What Atalanta's better part;

makes he here? Did he ask for me? Where remains Sad Lucretin's modesty.

he? How parted he with thee? and when shalt thou Thus Rosalind of many parts

see him again? Answer me in one word! By heavenly synod was devis’d;

Cel. You must borrow me Garagantua's mouth first:
Of many faces, eyes, and hearts,

'tis a word too great for any mouth of this age's size.
To have the touches dearest priz'd. To say, ay, and no, to these particulars, is more than
Heaven would that she these gifts should have, to answer in a catechism.
And I to live and die her slape.

Ros. But doth he know that I am in this forest, and
Ros. O most gentle Jupiter !--what tedious homily in man's apparel? Looks he as freshly, as he did the
of love have you wearied your parishioners withal, day he wrestled ?
and never cry'd, Have patience, good people! Cel. It is as easy to count atomies, as to resolve the
Cel. How now! back, friends ; - shepherd, go off a propositions of a lover :-but take a taste of my finding
little: -go with him, sirrah!

him, and relish it with a good observance. I found Touch. Come, shepherd, let us make an honourable him under a tree, like a dropp’d acorn. retreat; thongh not with bag and baggage, yet with Ros. It may well be callid Jove's tree, when it drops scrip and scrippage. (Exeunt. Corin und Touchstone. forth such fruit. Cel. Didst thou hear these verses?

Cel. Give me audience, good madam! Ros. O, yes, I heard them all, and more too; for Ros. Proceed! some of them had in them more feet, than the verses Cel. There lay he, stretch'd along, like a wounded would bear.

knight. Cel. That's no matter; the feet might bear the verses. Ros. Though it be pity to see such a sight, it well Ros. Ay, but the feet were lame, and could not bear becomes the ground. themselves without the verse, and therefore stood Cel. Cry, holla! to thy tongue, I pr’ythee; it curlamely in the verse.

vets very unseasonably. He was furnish'd like a hunter. Cel. But didst thou hear, without wondering, how thy Ros. O ominous! he comes to kill my heart. name should be hang’d and carved upon these trees? Cel. I would sing my song without a burden: thon Ros. I was seven of the nine days out of the wonder bring'st me out of tune. before you came ; for look here what I found on a palm- Roš. Do you not know, I am a woman? when I think, tree: I was never so be-rhymed since Pythagoras' I must speak. Sweet, say on! time, that I was an Irish rat, which I can hardly re

Enter ORLANDO and JAQUES. member.

Cel. You bring me out. - Soft! comes he not here?
Cel. Trow you, who hath done this?

Ros. 'Tis he; slink by, and note him!
Ros. Is it a man?

(Celia and Rosalind retire. Cel. And a chain, that you once wore, about his Jaq. I thank yon for your company; but, good faith, neck. Change yon colour ?

I had as lief have been myself alone.
Ros. I pr’ythee, who?

Orl. And so bad I; but yet, for fashion sake, I thank
Cel. O Lord, Lord! it is a hard matter for friends to you too for your society.
meet; but mountains may be removed with earth-Jag. God be with you; let's meet as little as we can.
quakes, and so encounter.

Orl. I do desire, we may be better strangers.
Ros. Nay, but who is it?

Jaq. I pray yon, mar no more trees with writing love-
Cel. Is it possible?

songsin their barks. Ros. Nay, I pray thec now, with most petitionary. orl

. I pray you, mar no more of my verses with realvehemence, tell me, who it is.

ing them ill-favouredly.
Cel. O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful, jaq. Rosalind is your love's name?
wonderful, and yet again wonderful, and after that Orl. Yes, just.
ont of all whooping !

Jaq. I do not like her name.
Ros. Good my complexion ! dost thou think, though orl. There was no thonglit of pleasing you, who
I am caparison'd like a man, I have a doublet and she was christen’d.
hose in my disposition ? One inch of delay more is a Jaq. What stature is she of?
South-sea-off dicovery. I prythee, tell me, who is Orl. Just as high as my heart.
it? quickly, and speak apace! I would thou couldst' Jaq. You are fullof pretty answers: Have you not

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been acqnainted with goldsmiths' wives, and conn'd giddy offences as he hath generally tax'd their whole them out of rings?

sex withal. Orl, Not so; but I answer you right painted cloth, Orl. Can you remember any of the principal evils, from whence you have studied your questions. that he laid to the charge of women?

Jag. You have a nimble wit; I think it was made of Ros. There were none principal; they were all like Atalanta's heels. Will you sit down with me? and we one another, as half-pence are: every one fault seemtwo will rail against our mistress, tho world, and all sing monstrous, till his fellow fault came to match it. our misery.

Orl. I prythee, recount someofthem! Orl. I will cbide no breather in the world, but my- Ros. No; I will not cast away my physic, but on self; against whom I know most faults.

those that are sick. There is a man haunts the forest, Jag. The worst fault you have, is to be in love. that abuses our young plants with carving Rosalind on Orl. 'Tis a fault I will not change for your best virtue. their barks; hangs odes upon hawthorns, and elegies Sam weary of you.

on brambles; all, forsooth, deifying the name of Rome Jaq. By my troth, I was seeking for a fool, when I salind. If I could meet that fancy-monger, I would

give him some good counsel, for he seems to have the Orl. He is drown'd in the brook; look but in, and quotidian of love upon him. you shall see him.

Orl. I am he that is so love-shaked; I pray you, tell Jaq. There shall I see mine own figure.

me your remedy! orl. Which I take to be Wither a fool, or a cypher. Rös. There is none of my uncle's marks upon yon : Jaq. 1'11 tarry no longer with you: farewell, good he taught me how to know a man in love; in which signior Love!

cage of rushes, I am sure, you are not prisoner. Orl. I am glad of your departure: adiet, good mon Orl. What were his marks? sieur Melancholy !

Ros. A lean cheek; which you have not: a blue eye, (Exit Jaques. - Celia and Rosalind come forward. and sunken; which you have not: an unquestionable Ros. I will speak to him like a saucy lacquey, and spirit; which you have not: a beard neglected; which under that habit play the knave with him. Do you you have not ;-but I pardon you for that; for, simply, hear, forester?

your having in beard is a younger brother's revenue: Orl. Very well. What would you ?

- Then your hose should be ungarter'd, your bonnet Ros. I pray you, what is't o'clock?

unbanded, your sleeve unbotton'd, your shoe nntied, Orl. You should ask me, what time o' day; there's no and every thing about you demonstrating a careless clock in the forest.

desolation. But you are no such man; you are rather Ros. Then there is no true lover in the forest; else point-device in your accoutrements ; as loving yoursíghing every minute, and groaning every hour, would self, than seeming the lover of any other. detect the lazy foot oftime, as well as a clock. Orl. Fair youth, I would I could make thee believe

Orl. And why not the swift foot of time? had not that love. been as proper ?

Ros. Me believe it? you may as soon make her that Ros. By no means, sir: Time travels in divers pares you love believe it; which, I warrant, she is apter to with divers persons: I'll tell you, who time ambles do, than to confess, she does: that is one of the points, withal, who time trots withal, who time gallops withal, in the which women still give the lie to their conscienand who he stands still withal

ces. But, in good sooth, are you he that hangs the verOrl. I pr’ythee, who doth he trotwithal ?

ses on the trees, wherein Rosalind is so admired? Ros. Marry, he trots hard with a young maid, be- Orl. I swear to thee, youth, by the white hand of Rotween the contract of her marriage, and the day it is salind, I am that he, that unfortunate he. solemnized: if the interim be but a se'nnight, time's Ros. But are you so much in love as your rhymes pace is so hard, that it seems the length of seven years. speak? Orl. Who ambles time withal?

Orl. Neither rhyme, nor reason can express, how Ros. With a priest, that lacks Latin, and a rich man, much. that hath not the gout: for the one sleeps easily, be- Ros. Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, decause he cannot study, and the other lives merrily, serves as well a dark house and whip, as madmen do: because he feels no pain: the one lacking the burden of and the reason, why they are not so punished and lean and wasteful learning; the other knowing no bur-cured, is, that the lunacy is so ordinary, that the den of heavy tedious penury: these timeambles withal. whippers are in love too: Yet I profess curiog it by Orl, Who doth he gallop withal ?

counsel. Ros. With a thief to the gallows: for though he go as Orl. Did you ever cure any so

? softly as foot can fall, he thinks himself too soon there. Ros. Yes, one; and in this manner. He was to imaOrl, who stays it still withal?

gine me his love, his mistress;and I set him every day to Ros. With lawyers in the vacation: for they sleep woo me: At which time would I, being but a moonish between term and term, and then they perceive not, youth, grieve, be effeminate, changeable, longing, how time moves.

and liking; proud, fantastical, apish, shallow, inconOrl. Where dwell you, pretty youth ?

stant, full of tears, full of smiles; for every passion Ros. With this shepherdess, my sister; here in the something, and for no passion truly any thing, as boys skirts of the forest, like fringe npon a petticoat. and women are for the most part catre of this colour: Orl. Are you native of this place?

would now like him, now loath him; then entertain Ros. As the coney, that you see dwell where she is him, then forswear him; now weep for him, that I Lindled.

drave my suitor from his mad humour of love, to a livOrl. Your accent is something finer than you could sing humour of madness; which was, to swear the full purchase in so removed a dwelling.

stream of the world, and to live in a nook merely moRos. I have been told so of many: but, indeed, an nastic. And thus I cared him; and this way will I take old religious uncle of mine taught me to speak, who upon meto wash your liver as clean, as a sound sheep's was in his youth an in-land man; one that knew heart, that there shall not be one spot of love in't. courtship too well, for there he fell in love. I have Orl. I would not be cured, youth. heard him read many lectores against it: and I thank Ros. I would cure you, if you would butcall me Rom God I am not a woman, to be touched with so many salind, and come every day to my cote, and woo me!

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Orl. Now, by the faith of my love, I will; tell me Sir Oli, Is there none here to give the woman ?
where it is.

Touch. I will not take her on gift of any man.
Ros. Go with me to it, and I'll show it you; and, by Sir Oli. Truly she must be given, or the marriage is
the way, you shall tell me, where in the forest you live. not lawful.
Will you go?

Jaq. [Discovering himself.] Proceed, proceed; I'll
Orl. With all my heart, good youth.
Ros. Nay, you must call me Rosalind. —Come, sister, Touch.Good even, good master What ye call’t. How
will you go?

(Exeunt. do you, sir ? You are very well met: God'ild you for SCENE III.

your last company: I am very glad to see you. -Even Enter Touchstone and Audrey; Jaques at a distance a toy in hand here, sir. - Nay; pray, be cover'd. observing them.

Jaq. Will you be married, motley ? Touch. Come apace, good Audrey! I will fetch up Touch. As the ox hath his bow, sir, the horse his carb, your goats, Audrey: and how, Audrey? am I the and the faulcon her bells, so man hath his desires; and man yet? Doth my simple feature content you? as pigeons bill, so wedlock would benibbling. Aud.Your features! Lord warrant us ! what features? | Jaq. And will you, being a man of yoar breeding, be Touch. I am here with thee and thy goats, as the married under a bush, like a beggar? Get you to most capricious poet, honest Ovid, was among the church, and have a good priest, that can tell you what Goths.

marriage is : this fellow will but join you together as Jaq. O knowledge ill-inhabited! worse than Jove in they join wainscot; then one of you will prove a shrank a thatch'd house!

[Aside. pannel, and, like green timber, warp, warp. Touch. When a man's verses cannot be understood, Touch. I am not in the mind, but I were better to nor a man's good wit seconded with the forward child, be married of him than of another: for he is not like understanding, it strikes a man more dead than a great to marry me well; and not being well married, it will reckoning in a little room :— truly, I would the gods be a good excuse for me hereafter to leave my wife. had made thee poetical.

[Aside. Aud. I do not know, what poetical is. Is it honest in Jaq. Go thou with me, and let me counsel thee! deed and word? Is it a true thing?

Touch. Come, sweet Audrey;
Touch. No, truly; for the truest poetry is the most We must be married, or we must live in bawdry.
feigning; and lovers are given to poetry; and what Farewell, good master Oliver !
they swear in poetry, may be said, as lovers, they do Not-swect Oliver,

O brave Oliver,
Aud. Do you wish then, that the gods had made me Leave me not beli' thee:

But-Wind away,
Touch. I do, truly: for thou swear'st to me, thou art

Begone, I say,
honest; now, if thou wert a poet, I might have some I will not to wedding wi' thee.
hope thou didst feigu.

(Exeunt Jaques, Touchstone, and Audrey. Aud. Would you not have me honest?

Sir Oli. 'Tis no matter: ne'er a fantastical knave of Touch. No truly, unless thou wert hard-favour'd; them all shall flout me out of my calling. [Exit. for honcsty coupled to beauty,is to have honey a sauce

SCENE IV. The same. Before a Cottage. Jag. A material fool!

[ Aside.

Enter Rosalind and Celia.
Aud. Well, I am not fair; and therefore I pray the Rus. Never talk to I will

gods make me houest!

Cel. Do, I pr’ythee; but yet have the grace to con-
Touch. Truly, and to cast away honesty upon a foul sider, that tears do not become a man.
slut, were to put good meat into an unclean dish. Ros. But have I not cause to weep?

Aud. I am not a slut,though I thank the gods I am foul. Cel. As good cause as one would desire; therefore
Touch. Well, praised be the gods for thy foulness ! weep!
sluttishness may come hereafter. But be it as it may Ros. His very hair is of the dissembling colour.
be, I will marry thee: and to that end, I have been Cel. Something browner than Judas's: marry, his
with Sir Oliver Mar-text, the vicar of the next village; kisses are Judas's own children.
who hath promised to meet me in this place of the fo- Ros. I'faith, his hair is of a good colour.
rest, and to couple us.

Cel. An excellent colour : your chesnut was ever the
Jag. I would fain see this meeting. [ Aside. only colour.
Aud. Well, the gods give usjoy!

Ros. And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the touch
Touch. Amen. A man may, if he were of a fearful of holy bread.
heart, stagger in this attempt; for here we have no Cel. He hath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana : a
temple but the wood, no assembly but horn-beasts. nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously;
But what though? Courage! As horns are odious, they the very ice of chastity is in them.
are necessary. It is said, -Manya man knows no end Ros. But why did he swear,he would come this morn-
of his goods: right: many a man has good horns, and ing, and comes not?
knows no end of them. Well, that is the dowry of his Cel. Nay certainly, there is no truth in him.
wife; 'tis none of his own getting. Horns? Even so. Ros. Do you

think so? -- Poor men alone?-No, no; the noblest deer hath Cel. Yes: I think he is not a pick-purse, nor a horsethem as huge as the rascal. Is the single man there- stealer ; but for his verity in love, I do think him as fore blessed ? No: as a wall d town is more worthier concave, as a cover'd goblet, or a worm-eaten nut. than a village, so is the forehead of a married man Ros. Not true in love? more honourable, than the bare brow of a bachelor: Cel. Yes, when he is in; but, I think he is not in, and by how much defence is better, than no skill, by Ros. You have heard him swear downright, he was. so much is a horn more precious, than to want.

Cel. Was is not is: besides, the oath of a lover is 110 Enter Sir OLIVER MAR-TEXT.

stronger than the word of a tapster; they are both the
Here comes sir Oliver. -Sir Oliver Mar-text, you are confirmers of false reckonings. He attends here in the
well met. Will you dispatch us here under this tree, forest on the duke, your father.
or shall

you to your chapel?

Ros. I met the duke yesterday, and had much ques


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tion with him: he asked me, of what parentage I was? (As, by my faith, I see no more in you,
I told him, of as good as he; so he laugh’d, and let me Than without candle may go dark to bed,)
go. But what talk we of fathers, when there is such Must you be therefore proud and pitiless?
a man, as Orlando?

Why, what means this? Why do you look on me? Cel. O, that's a brave man! he writes brave verses, I see nomore in you, than in the ordinary speaks brave words, swears brave oaths, and breaks of nature's sale-work:-Od's my little life! them bravely, quite traverse, athwart the heart of his I think, she means to tangle my eyes too :lover; as a puny tilter, that spurs his horse but on one No, 'faith, proad mistress, hope not after it; side, breaks his staff like a noble goose: butall's brave, \'Tis not your inky brows, your black-silk hair, that youth mounts, and folly guides. -Who comes Your bugle eye-balls, nor your cheek of cream, here?

That can entame my spirits to your worship.-
Enter Corix.

You foolish shepherd, wherefore do you follow her, Cor. Mistress, and master, you have oft enquired Likefoggy south, puffing with wind and rain ? After the shepherd, that complain’d of love;

You are a thousand times a properer man, Who you saw sitting by me on the turf,

Than she a woman. "Tis such fools as you, Praising the proud disdainful shepherdess,

That make the world full of ill-favour'd children: That was his mistress.

'Tis not her glass, but you, that flatters her; Cel. Well, and what of him?

And out of you she sees herself more proper, Cor. If you will see a pageant truly play'd,



of her lineaments can show her. Between the pale complexion of true love

But, mistress, know yourself; down on your knees, And the red glow of scorn and proud disdain,

And thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love: Go hencea little, and I shall conduct you,

For Imust tell you friendly in your ear: If you will mark it.

Sell when you can; you are not for all markets: Ros. O come, let us remove;

Cry the man mercy: love him; take his offer; The sight of lovers feedeth those in love:

Foul is most foul, being foul to be a scofler. Bringus unto this sight, and you shall say

So, take her to thee, shepherd; – fare yon well! I'll prove a busy actor in their play. [Exeunt. Phe. Sweet youth, I pray you chide a year together;

I had rather hear you chide, than this man woo. SCENE V.-- Another part of the forest. Ros. He's fallen in love with her foulness, and she'll Enter Silvits and Prebe.

fal} in love with my anger. If it be so, as fast as she Sil. Sweet Phebe, do not scorn me; do not, Phebe: answers thee with frowning looks, I'll sauce her with Say, that you love me not; but say not so

bitter words.-- Why look you so upon me? In bitterness. The common executioner,

Phe. For no ill will I bear you. Whose heart the accustom'd sight of death makes Ros. I pray you, do not fall in love with me, hard,

For I am falser than vows made in wine: Falls not the axe upon the humbled neck,

Besides, I like you not. If you will know my house, But first begs pardon, Will you sterner be,

*Tis at the tuft of olives, here hard by:Than he that dies and lives by bloody drops ? Will you go, sister?— Shepherd, ply her hard:

Enter ROSALIND, Celia, and Corix, at a distance. Come sister.-Shepherdess, look on him better, Phe. I would not be thy executioner;

And be not proud: though all the world could see, I fly thee, for I would not injure thee.

None could be so abus'd in sight as he, Thou tellst me, there is murderin mine eye: Come to our flock. [Lxeunt Rosalind, Celia,and Corin. 'Tis pretty, sure, and very probable,

Phe. Dead shepherd ! now I find thy saw of might;
That eyes, that are the frail'st and softest things, Whoever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight?
Who shut their coward gates on atomies,-

Sil. Sweet Phebe, -
Should be call’d tyrants, butchers, murderers ! Phe. Ha! what say'st thon, Silvius ?
Now I do frown on thee with all my heart;

Sil. Sweet Phebe, pity me!
And, if mine cyes can wound, now let them kill thee; Phe. Why, I am sorry for thee, gentle Silvius.
Now counterfeit to swoon; why now fall down; Sil. Wherever sorrowis, relief would be;
Or, if thou canst not, 0, for shame, for shame, If you do sorrow at my grief in love,
Lie not, to say mine eyes are murderers.

By giving love, your sorrow and my grief Now show thewound mine eye hath made in thee: Were both extermin'd. Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remains. Phe. Thou hast my love; is not that neighbourly? Some scar of it: lean but upon a rnsh,

Sil, I would have youi. The cicatrice and capable impressure

Phe. Why, that were covetousness. Thy palm some moment keeps : but now mine cyes, Silvius, the time was, that I hated thee; Which I havedarted at thee, hart thee not;

And yet it is not, that I bear thee love: Nor, I am sure, there is no force in eyes

But since that thou canst talk of love so well, That can do hurt.

Thy company, which erst was irksome to me, Sil. Odear Phebe,

I will endure; and I'll employ thee too: If ever (as that ever may be near,)

But do not look for further recompense, You meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy, Than thine own gladness that thou art employ’d. Then shall you know the wounds invisible,

Sil. So holy, and so perfect is my love, That love's keen arrows make.

And I in such a poverty of grace, Phe. But, till that time,

That I shall thinkita most plenteous crop Come not thou near me: and, when that time comes, To glean the broken ears after the man Aflict me with thy mocks, pity me not;

That the main harvest reaps: loose now and then As, till that time, I shall not pity thee.

A scatter'd smile, and that I'll live upon. Ros.And why, I pray you? [ Advuncing.) Who might Phe. Know'st thou the youth that spoke to me ere be your mother,

while? That you insult, exult, and all at once,

Sil. Not very well, but I have met him oft; Over the wretched ? 'What though yon have more And he hath bought the cottage and the bounds, beauty,

That the old Carlot once was master of.

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