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of our sheep; and would you have us kiss tar? the courtier's hands are perfumed with civet.
Clo. Most shallow man ! thou worms-meat, in respeet 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, shepherd.
Cor. You have too courtly a wit for me; I'll rest.
Clo. Wilt thou rest 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 mens' good; content with ' my harm; and the greatest of my pride is, to see my ewes grase, 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 beil-weather; and to betray a she-lamb of a twelvemonth to a crooked-pated old cuckoldly ram, out of all reasonable match. If thou be'st not damn'd for this, the devil himself will have no shepherds; I cannot see else how thou should'st ’scape.
Gor. Here comes young Mr. Ganymede, my new mistress's brother.
SCENE IV. Enter Rosalind, with a paper.
No jewel is like osalind.
But the face of Rosalind. Cla. I'll rhime you fo eight years together, dinners, and suppers, and sleeping hours, excepted: it is the right butter-womens' rank to market.
RT Out, fuol !
If a hart doth lack a hind,
Muft find love's prick, and Rosalind.
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 shall 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 said ; but whether wisely or 'no, let the forester judge.
SCENE V. Enter Celia, with a writing.
For it is unpeopled. No ;
That shall civil sayings Show:
Runs his erring pilgrimage,
Buckles in his sum of age ;
'Twixt the fouls of friend and friend :
Or at every sentence-end,
Teaching all, that read, to know
Therefore heaven nature charge’d,
That one body should be fill d.
Nature presently distilld
Sad Lucretia's modesty.
By heav'nly fynod was devis'd;
To have the touches dearest priż'd.
Rof. O most 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 :
with him, sirrah. Clo. Come, shepherd, let us make an honourable retreat ; though not with bag and baggage, yet with scrip and fcrippage. [Exeunt Cor, and Clown.
Cel. Didst thou hear these verses ?
Ros. O yes, I heard them all, and more too; for some of them had in them more feet 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 stood lamely in the verse.
Gel. But didst thou hear without wondering, 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 palmtree; I was never fo be-rhimed fince Pythagoras's time, that I was an Irilh rat, which I can hardly remember.
Gel, Trow you, who hath done this?
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 so encounter.
Rof. Nay, but who is it?
Rof. Nay, I priythee 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 ! dost thou think, though I am caparison'd like a man, I have a doublet and hose in my difpofition? One inch of delay more, is a southsea off discovery. I prythee, tell me who is it; quickly, and speak apace; I'would thou could'It stammer, that thou might'st 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
Rof. Is he of God's making? what manner of man? is his head worth a hat? or his chin worth a beard ?
el. Nay, he hath but a little beard. Rof: Why, God will send more, if the man will be thankful; let me stay 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 wrestler's heels and your heart both in an instant.
Rof. Nay, but the devil take mocking; speak, sad brow, and true maid.
Cel. l' faith, coz, 'tis he.
Rof. Alas the day, what shall I do with my doublet and hose ? what did he when thou saw'st him ? what said he ? how look'd he ? wherein went he ? what makes he here? did he alk for me? where remains he?
how parted he with thee? and when shalt thou see him again ? answer me in one word.
Cel. You must borrow me Garagantua's mouth firit; 'tis a word too great for any mouth of this age's fize: to jay Ay and No to these particulars, is more than to answer in a catechisin.
Rof. But doth he know that I am in this forest, and in man's apparel ? looks he as freshly as he did the day he wrestled?
Cel. It is as easy 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 such fruit.
Cel. Give me audience, good Madam.
Cel. There lay he stretch'd along like a wounded knight.
Rof. Though it be pity to see such a sight, it well becomes the ground.
Cel. Cry, Holla! to thy tongue, I pr’ythee; it curvets unseasonably. He was furnish'd like a hunter.
Ros. Oh, ominous ! he comes to kill my heart.
Gel. I would fing my song without a burthen; thou bring'st me out of tune.
Rol: Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak. Sweet, say on.
SCENE VII. Enter Orlando and Jaques. Cel. You bring me out. Soft, comes he not here? Rof. 'Tis he ; flink by, 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 so had l; but yet, for fashion fake, I 66 thank you too for your society.
Jaq. “God b'w'y you; let's meet as little as we can.