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Orl. What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my
Adam. But do not so: I have five hundred crowns,
Orl. O good old man; how well in thee appears
diverted-] turned out of the course of nature. 4 Eren with the having :) Even with the promotion gained by service is service extinguished. JOInson.
That cannot so much as a blossom yield,
Adam. Master, go on; and I will follow thee,
The Forest of Arden.
Enter ROSALIND in boy's clothes, Celia drest like
a Shepherdess, and TOUCHSTONE. Ros. O Jupiter! how weary are my spirits!
Touch. I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary.
Ros. I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel, and to cry like a woman: but I must comfort the weaker sessel, as doublet and hose ought to show itself courageous to petticoat: therefore, courage, good Aliena.
Cel. I pray you, bear with me; I cannot go no further.
Touch. For my part, I had rather bear with you, than bear you: yet I should bear no cross, if I did
no cross,] A cross was a piece of money stamped with a On this our author is perpetually quibbling.
bear you; for, I think, you have no money in
Ros. Well, this is the forest of Arden.
Touch. Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I; when I was at home, I was in a better place; but travellers must be content.
Ros. Ay, be so, good Touchstone:-Look you, who comes here; a young man, and an old, in solemn talk.
Enter CORIN and SILVIUS.
Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you still. Sil. O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love
her! Cor. I partly guess; for I have lov'd ere now.
Sil. No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess; Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover As ever sigh'd upon a midnight pillow: But if thy love were ever like to mine, (As sure I think did never man love so,) How many actions most ridiculous Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?
Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
Sil. O, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily:
[Exit Silvius. Ros. Alas, poor shepherd! searching of thy
wound, I have by hard adventure found mine own.
Touch. And I mine: I remember, when I was in love, I broke my sword upon a stone, and bid him take that for coming anight to Jane Smile: and I remember the kissing of her batlet, and the cow's dugs that her pretty chop'd hands had milk’d: and I remember the wooing of a peascod instead of her; from whom I took two cods, and, giving her them again, said with weeping tears, Wear these for my sake. We, that are true lovers, run into. strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.
Ros. Thou speak'st wiser, than thou art 'ware of.
Touch. Nay, I shall ne'er be 'ware of mine own wit, till I break my shins against it. Ros. Jove! Jove! this shepherd's passion
Is much upon my fashion.
Touch. Holla; you, clown!
Peace, fool; he's not thy kinsman.
Peace, I say: —anight-] Thus the old copy. Anight, is in the night. The word is used by Chaucer, in The Legende of good Women. Our modern editors read, o'nights, or o'night.
batlet,]. The instrument with which washers beat their coarse clothes. JOHNSON.
so is all nature in love mortal in folly.] This expression I do not well understand. In the middle counties, mortal, from murt, a great quantity, is used as a particle of amplification; as mortal tall, mortal little. Of this sense I believe Shakspeare takes advantage to produce one of his darling equivocations. Thus the meaning will be, so is all nuture in love abounding in folly.
Good even to you, friend.
Cor. And to you, gentle sir, and to you all.
Ros. I pr’ythee, shepherd, if that love, or gold,
Fair sir, I pity her,
will feed on; but what is, come see, And in my voice' most welcome shall you be. Ros. What is he that shall buy his flock and
pasture? Cor. That young swain that you saw here but
rewhile, That little cares for buying any thing.
Ros. I pray thee, if it stand with honesty, Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the flock, And thou shalt have to pay for it of us. Cel. And we will mend thy wages: I like this
place, And willingly could waste my time in it.
Cor. Assuredly, the thing is to be sold: Go with me; if you like, upon report, The soil, the profit, and this kind of life,
9 And little recks--] i. e. heeds, cares for.
voice ---] as far as I have a voice or vote.