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Phe. For no ill will I bear you.

Ros. I pray you, do not fall in love with me, For I am falser than vows made in wine : Besides, I like you not : If you will know my house, 'Tis at the tuft of olives, here hard by :Will you go, sister ?-Shepherd, ply her hard:Come, sister :-Shepherdess, look on him better, And be not proud: though all the world could see, None could be so abus'd in sight as he. Come, to our flock.

[Exeunt ROSALIND, CELIA, and Corin. Phe. Dead shepherd! now I find thy saw of might; Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight?

Sil. Sweet Phebe,
Phe.

Ha! what say'st thou, Silvius ?
Sil. Sweet Phebe, pity me.
Phe. Why, I am sorry for thee, gentle Silvius.

Sil. Wherever sorrow is, relief would be ; If you do sorrow at my grief in love, By giving love, your sorrow and my grief Were both extermin’d. Phe. Thou hast my love; Is not that neigh

bourly? Sil. I would have you. Phe.

Why, that were covetousness. Silvius, the time was, that I hated thee; And yet it is not, that I bear thee love: But since that thou canst talk of love so well, Thy company, which erst was irksome to me, I will endure; and I'll einploy thee too : But do not look for further recompense, Than thine own gladness that thou art employd.

Sil. So holy, and so perfect is my love,
And I in such a poverty of grace,
That I shall think it a most plenteous crop
To glean the broken ears after the man
That the main harvest reaps : loose now and then
A scatter'd smile, and that I'll live upon.
Phe. Know'st thou the youth that spoke to me ere

while ?
Sil. Not very well, but I have met him oft;
And he hath bought the cottage, and the bounds,
That the old carlot 8 once was master of.

Phe. Think not I love him, though I ask for him;
'Tis but a peevish? boy :-yet he talks well ;-
But what care I for words ? yet words do well,
When he that speaks them pleases those that hear.
It is a pretty youth :-not very pretty :-
But, sure, he's proud ; and yet his pride becomes

him :
He'll make a proper man: The best thing in him
Is his complexion; and faster than his tongue
Did make offence, his eye did heal it up.

. He is not tall ; yet for his years he's tall : His leg is but so so; and yet 'tis well ; There was a pretty redress in his lip; · A little riper and more lusty red Than that mix'd in his cheek ;' 'twas just the differ

ence

Betwixt the constant red, and mingled damask.
There be some women, Silvius, had they mark'd him
In parcels as I did, would have gone near
To fall in love with him: but, for my part,

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I love him not, nor hate him not; and yet
I have more cause to hate him than to love him:
For what had he to do to chide at me ?
He said, mine eyes were black, and my hair black;
And, now I am remember'd, scorn'd at me:
I marvel, why I answer'd not again :
But that's all one; omittance is no quittance.
I'll write to him a very taunting letter,
And thou shalt bear it; Wilt thou, Silvius ?

Sil. Phebe, with all my heart.
Phe.

I'll write it straight; The matter's in my head, and in my

heart: I will be bitter with him, and passing short: Go with me, Silvius.

[Exeunt.

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Enter ROSALIND CELIA, and JAQUES. Jaq. I pr’ythee, pretty youth, let me be better acquainted with thee.

Ros. They say, you are a melancholy fellow. Jaq. I am so; I do love it better than laughing.

Ros. Those, that are in extremity of either, are abominable fellows; and betray themselves to every modern censure, worse than drunkards.

Jaq. Why, 'tis good to be sad and say nothing. Ros. Why then, 'tis good to be a post.

Jaq. I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation; nor the musician's, which is fantastical; nor the courtier's, which is proud; nor the sol

dier's, which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, which is politick; nor the lady's, which is nice;' nor the lover's, which is all these: but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects : and, indeed, the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me, is a most humorous sadness.

Ros. A traveller! By my faith, you have great reason to be sad: I fear, you have sold your own lands, to see other men's; then, to have seen much, and to have nothing, is to have rich eyes and poor hands. Jaq. Yes, I have gained my experience.

Enter ORLANDO. Ros. And your experience makes you sad: I had rather have a fool to make me merry, than experience to make me sad; and to travel for it too.

Orl. Good day, and happiness, dear Rosalind!

Jaq. Nay then, God be wi' you, an you talk in blank verse.

[Exit. Ros. Farewell, monsieur traveller: Look, you lisp, and wear strange suits; disable? all the benefits of your own country; be out of love with your nativity, and almost chide God for making you that countenance you are; or I will scarce think

you

have swam in a gondola.-Why, how now, Orlando! where have

you been all this while? You a lover?--An you serve me such another trick, never come in my sight more.

Orl. My fair Rosalind, I come within an hour of my promise.

2 Undervalue,

i Trifling.

Ros. Break an hour's promise in love? He that will divide a minute into a thousand parts, and break but a part of the thousandth part of a minute in the affairs of love, it may be said of him, that Cupid hath clap'd him o' the shoulder, but I warrant him heart-whole.

Orl. Pardon me, dear Rosalind.

Ros. Nay, an you be so tardy, come no more in my sight; I had as lief be woo'd of a snail.

Orl. Of a snail ?

Ros. Ay, of a snail; for though he comes slowly, he carries his house on his head; a better jointure, I think, than you can make a woman: Besides, he brings his destiny with him.

Orl. What's that?

Ros. Why, horns; which such as you are fain to be beholden to your wives for : but he comes armed in his fortune, and prevents the slander of his wife.

Orl. Virtue is no horn-maker; and my Rosalind is virtuous. Ros. And I

your

Rosalind. Cel. It pleases him to call you so; but he hath a Rosalind of a better leer 3 than you.

Ros. Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in a holiday humour, and like enough to consent: What would you say to me now, an I were your very very Rosalind?

Orl. I would kiss, before I spoke.

Ros. Nay, you were better speak first; and when you were gravelled for lack of matter, you might take occasion to kiss. Very good orators, when they

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3 Complexion.

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