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And have with holy bell been knoll'd to churoh ;

Though thow the waters warp, And sat at good men's feasts; and wip'd our eyes

Thy sting is not so sharp Of drops, that sacred pity hath engender'd :

As friend remember'd not.
And therefore sit you down in gentleness,

Heigh, ho! sing heigh, ho! &c.
And take upon command what help we have,
That to your wanting may be ministred.

Duke S. If that you were the good sir Rowland's Orl. T'hen, but forbear your food a little while,

As you have whisper'd faithfully, you were:
Whiles, like a doe, I go to find my fawn,
And give it food. There is an old poor man,

And as mine eye doth his effigies witness

Most truly limn'd, and living in your face,-
Who after me hath many a weary step

Be truly welcome hither: I am the duke,
Limp'd in pure love; till he be first suffic'd,-
Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger,- | Go to my cave and tell me.-Good old man,

That lov'd your father: The residue of your fortune, I will not touch a bit.

Thou art right welcome as thy master is ;
Duke S.

Go find him out,
And we will nothing waste, till you return.

Support him by the arm.-Give me your hand, Orl. I thank ye; and be bless'd for your good | And let me all your fortunes understand. (Exeunt. comfort!

[Exit.

ACT III.
Duke S. Thou seest, we are not all alone anhappy:

SCENE I.-A Room in the Palace.
This wide and universal theatre
Presents more woeful pageants than the scene

Enter DUKE FREDERICK, OLIVER, Lords, and Wherein we play in.

Attendants.
Jag:
All the world's a stage,

Duke F. Not see him since? Sir, sir, that canAnd all the men and women merely players :

not be; They have their exits, and their entrances;

But were I not the better part made mercy, And one man in his time plays many parts,

I should not seek an absent argument His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Of my revenge, thou present. But look to it; Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms;

Find out thy brother, whereso'er he is; And theo, the whining school-boy, with his satchel, Seek him with candle; bring him,

dead or living, And shining morning face, creeping like snail

Within this twelvemonth, or turn thou no more Unwillingly to school : And then, the lover; To seek a living in our territory. Sigbing like furnace, with a woeful ballad

Thy lands, and all things that thou dost call thine, Made to his mistress' eye-brow: Then, a soldier, Worth seizure, do we seize into our hands; Fall of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Till thou canst quit thee by thy brother's mouth, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,

Of what we think against thee. Seeking the bubble reputation (justice; Oli. O, that your highness knew my heart in this ! Even in the cannon's month: And then, the I never lov'd my brother in my life. In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd,

Duke F. More villain thou.-Well, push bim With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,

out of doors; Fall of wise saws and modern instances,

And let my officers of such a natare
And so he plays his part: The sixth age shifts Make an extent upon his house and lands :
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon;

Do this expediently, and turn him going. (Exeunt. With spectacles on pose, and pouch on side ;

SCENE II.-The Forest.
His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,

Enter ORLANDO, with a paper.
Terning again toward childish treble, pipes

Orl. Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love: And whistles in his sound : Last scene of all, And, thou, thrice-crowned queen of night, survey That ends this strange eventful history,

With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ;

Thy huntress' name, that my full life doth sway. Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing. O Rosalind! these trees shall be my books,

And in their barks my thoughts I'll character; Re-enter ORLANDO, with ADAM.

That every eye, which in this forest looks, Dake 8. Welcome: Set down your venerable

Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where. And let him feed.

[burden, Run, run, Orlando ; carve, on every tree, Orl.

I thank you most for him. The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. (Exit. Adan. So had you need;

Enter CORIN and TOUCHSTONE.
I scarce can speak to thank you for myself.
Duke S. Welcome, fall to; I will not trouble you

Cor. And how like you this shepherd's life, masAs yet, to question you about your fortunes :

ter Touchstone ? Give us some music; and, good cousin, sing.

Touch. Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is

a good life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's AMIENS sings.

life, it is naught. In respect that it is solitary, I

like it very well; but in respect that it is private, SONG.

it is a very vile life. Now in respect it is in the I.

fields, it pleaseth me well; but in respect it is not Blow, blow, thou winter wind,

in the court, it is tedious. As it is a spare life, Thou art not so unkind

look you, it fits my hamour well; but as there is no As man's ingratitude;

more plenty in it, it goes mach against my stomach. Thy looth is not so keen,

Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd?
Because thou art not seen,

Cor. No more, but that I know, the more one
Although thy breath be rude.

sickens, the worse at ease be is; and that he that Heigh, ho! sing heigh, ho! unto the green holly:

wants money, means, and content, is without three Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly!

good friends :- That the property of rain is to wet, T'hen, heigh, ho, the holly!

and fire to burn: That good pasture makes fat This life is most jolly.

sheep; and that a great cause of the night, is lack

of the sun: That he, that hath learned no wit by II,

nature nor art, may complain of good breeding, or Freeze, freeze, thou bitler sky,

comes of a very dull kindred. That dost not bite so nigh

Touch. Such a one is a natural philosopher. As benefits forgot :

Wast ever in court, shepherd ?

ed egg,

Cor. No, truly.

Then to cart with Rosalind. Touch. Then ihon art damn'd.

Sweetest nut hath sourest rind, Cor. Nay, I hope,

Such a nut is Rosalind. Touch. Truly, thou art damn'd; like an ill-roast

He that sweetest Rose will find,
all on one side.

Must find love's prick, and Rosalind.
Cor. For not being at court? Your reason.
Touch. Why, if thou never wast at court, thou infect yourself with them?

This is the very false gallop of verses ; Why do you

(tree. never saw'st good manners; if thou never saw'st

Ros. Peace, you dull fool ; I found them on a good manners, then thy manners must be wicked ;

Touch. Truly, the tree yields bad fruit. and wickedness is sin, and sin is damnation : Thou

Ros. I'll graff

' it with you, and then I shall graff art in a parlous state, shepherd.

it with a medlar : then it will be the earliest fruit Cor, Not a whit, Touchstone : those, that are

in the country: for you'll be rotten ere you be half good manners at the court, are as ridiculous in the ripe, and that's the right virtue of the medlar. country, as the behaviour of the country is most mockable at the court. You told me, you salute let the forest judge.

Touch. You have said; but whether wisely or no, not at the court, but you kiss your hands; that courtesy would be uncleanly, if courtiers were shep

Enter CELIA, reading a paper. berds.

Ros. Peace!
Touch. Instance, briefly; come, instance.
Cor. Why, we are still handling our ewes; and

Here comes my sister, reading; stand aside.

Cel. Why should this desert silent be? their fells, you know, are greasy:

For it is unpeopled? No; Touch. Why, do not your courtier's hands sweat?

Tongues I'll hang on every tree, and is not the grease of a mutton as wholesome as

That shall civil sayings show. the sweat of a man? Shallow, shallow: A better

Some, how brief the life of man instance, I say; come.

Runs his erring pilgrimage; Cor. Besides, our hands are hard.

That the stretching of a span Touch. Your lips 'will feel them the sooner.

Buckles in his sum of age. Shallow, again ; a more sounder instance, come.

Some, of violated vows Cor. And they are often tarr'd over with the sur

'Twixt the souls of friend and friend : gery of our sheep; And would you have us kiss

But upon the fairest boughs, tar? The courtier's hands are perfumed with civet.

Or at every sentence' end, Touch. Most shallow man! Thou worms-meat,

Will I Rosalinda write; in respect of a good piece of flesh: Indeed!- Learn

Teaching all that read, to know of the wise, and perpend : Civet is of a baser birth

The quintessence of every sprite than tar; the very uncleanly flux of a cat. Mend

Heaven would in little show. the instance, shepherd.

Therefore heaven nature charg’d, Cor. You have too courtly a wit for me; I'll rest.

That one body should be filid Touch. Wilt thoa rest damn'd? God help thee, With all graces wide enlarg'd: shallow man! God make incision in thee! thou art

Nature presently distill'd

Helen's cheek, but not her heart : Cor. Sir, I am a true labourer; I earn that I eat,

Cleopatra's majesty; get that I wear; owe no man, bate, envy no man's Atalanta's better purt; happiness ; glad of other men's good, content with

Sad Lucretia's modesty. my harm: and the greatest of my pride is, to see Thus Rosalind of many parts. my ewes graze, and my lambs suck. Touch. 'That is another simple sin in you; to

By heavenly synod was devis'd;

Of many faces, eyes, and hearts, bring the ewes and the rams together, and to offer

To have the touches dearest priz'd. to get your living by the copulation of cattle: to be

Heaven would that she these gifts should have, bawd to a bell-wether; and to betray a she-lamb of

And I to live and die her slave. a twelvemonth, to a crooked-pated, old, cuckoldly ram, out of all reasonable match. If thon be'st Ros. O most gentle Jupiter !-wbat tedious honot damn’d for this, the devil himself will have no mily of love have you wearied your parishioners shepherds; I cannot see else how thou shouldst withal, and never cry'd, Have patience, good people ! 'scape.

Cel. How now! back, friends ;-Shepherd, go Cor. Here comes young master Ganymede, my off a little :-Go with him, sirrah. new mistress's brother.

Touch. Come, shepherd, let us make an honourEnter ROSALIND, reading a paper.

able retreat; thoagh not with bag and baggage, yet

with scrip and scrippage. Ros. From the east to western Ind,

[Exeunt Corin and Touchstone. No jewel is like Rosalind.

Cel, Didst thou hear these verses ?
Her worth, being mounted on the wind, Ros. O, yes, I heard them all, and more too ; for
Through all the world bears Rosalind. some of them had in them more feet than the verses
All the pictures, fairest lin'd,

would bear.

[verses. Are but black to Rosalind.

Cel. That's no matter; the feet might bear the Let no face be kept in mind,

Ros. Ay, but the feet were lame, and could not But the fair of Rosalind.

bear themselves without the verse, and therefore Touch. I'll rhyme you so, eight years together;

stood lamely in the verse. dinners, and suppers, and sleeping hours excepted : thy name should be bang’d and carved upon these

Cel. But didst thou hear, without wondering how it is the right butter-woman's rank to market.

trees? Ros, Out, fool! Touch. For a taste :

Ros. I was seven of the nine days out of the

wonder before you came ; for Jook here what I If a hart do lack a hind,

found on a palm-tree : I was never so be-rhymed Let him seek out Rosalind.

since Pythagoras' time, that I was an Irish rat, If the cat will after kind,

which I can hardly remember.
So, be sure, will Rosalind.

Cel. Trow you, who hath done this?
Winter-garments must be lind,

Ros. Is it a man?
So must slender Rosalind.

Cel. And a chain, that you once wore, about his
They that reap, must sheaf and bind; neck : Change you colour?

raw.

Ros. I pr’ythee, who?

Ort. I do desire we may be better strangers. Cel. O lord, lord ! it is a hard matter for friends Jaq. I pray you, mar no more trees with writing to meet; but mountains may be removed with love-songs in their barks. earthquakes, and so encounter.

Orl. I pray you, mar no more of my verses with Ros. Nay, but who is it?

reading them ill-favouredly. Cel. Is it possible?

Jaq. Rosalind is your love's name? Ros. Nay, I pray thee now, with most petitionary Orl. Yes, jast. rebemence, tell me who it is,

Jaq. I do not like her name. Cel. O wouderful, wonderful, and most wonderful Orl. There was no thought of pleasing you, when Fonderful, and yet again wonderful, and after that she was christen'd. out of all whooping!

Jaq. What stature is she of? Ros. Good my complexion! dost thou think, Orl. Just as high as my heart. though I am caparison'd like a man, I have a doub Jaq. You are full of pretty answers : Have you let and hose in my disposition? One inch of delay not been acquainted with goldsmiths' wives, and more is a South-sea-off discovery. I pr’ythee, tell conn’d them out of rings ? me, who is it? quickly, and speak apace: I would Orl. Not so; but I answer you right painted thou couldst stammer, that thou might'st pour this cloth, from whence you have studied your questions. concealed man ont of thy mouth, as wine comes out Jaq. You have a nimble wit; I think it was made of a narrow-mouth'd bottle ; either too much at of Atalanta's heels. Will you sit down with me? obce, or none at all. I pr'ythee take the cork out of and we two will rail against our mistress the world, thy mouth, that I may drink thy tidings.

and all our misery; Cel. So you may pat a man in your belly.

Orl, I will chíde no breather in the world, but Ros. Is he of God's making? What manner of myself; against whom I know most faults. man? Is bis head worth a hat, or his chin worth a Jaq. The worst fault you have, is to be in love. beard?

Orl. 'Tis a fault I will not change for your best Cel. Nay, he hath but a little beard.

virtue. I am weary of you. Ros. Why, God will send more, if the man will Jaq. By my troth, I was seeking for a fool, when be thankful: let me stay the growth of his beard, I found you. if tbou delay me not the knowledge of his chin. Orl. He is drown'd in the brook ; look but in,

Cel. It is young Orlando; that tripp'd np the and you shall see bim. wrestler's heels, and your heart, both in an instant. Jaq. There shall I see mine own figure. Ros. Nay, bat the devil take mocking; speak

Orl. Which I take to be either a fool, or a

ra cypher. rad brow, and true maid.

Jaq. I'll tarry no longer with you: farewell, good Cel. l'faith, coz, 'tis be.

signior love. Ros. Orlando?

Orl. I am glad of your departure : adieu, good Cel. Orlando.

monsieur melancholy. Ros. Alas the day! what shall I do with my (Exit Jaques.-Celia and Rosalind come forward. doablet and hose ?- What did he, when thou saw'st Ros. I will speak to him like a saucy lacquey, bin? What said he? How look'd he ? Wherein and under that habit play the knave with him. went he? What makes he bere? Did be ask for Do you hear, forester? be! Where remains he? How parted he with thee? Orl. Very well; what would you ? and when shalt thou see him again? Answer me in Ros. I pray you, what is't o'clock ? one word.

Orl. You should ask me, what time o’day; there's Cel. You must borrow me Garagantua's mouth no clock in the forest. first: 'tis å word too great for any mouth of this Ros. Then there is no true lover in the forest; age's size: To say, ay, and no, to these particulars, else sighing every minute, and groaning every hour, is more than to answer in a catechism.

would detect the lazy foot of time, as well as a clock. Ros. Bat doth he know that I am in this forest, Orl. And why not the swift foot of time ? had not aad in man's apparel? Looks he as freshly as he did that been as proper? the day he wrestled ?

Ros. By no means, sir : Time travels in divers Cel. It is as easy to count atomies, as to resolve paces with divers persons : I'll tell you who time the propositions of a lover :-bat take a taste of my ambles withal, who time trots withal, who time funding him, and relish it with a good observance. gallops withal, and who he stands still withal. I found him under a tree, like a dropp'd acorn. Orl. I pr’ythee, who doth be trot withal ?

Ros. It may well be call'd Jove's tree, when it Ros. Marry, he trots hard with a young maid, drops forth such fruit.

between the contract of her marriage, and the day Cel. Give me audience, good madam,

it is solemnized : if the interim be but a se'nnight, Ros. Proceed.

[knight. time's pace is so hard, that it seems the length of Cel. There lay he, stretch'd along, like a wounded seven years. Ros. Thoagh it be pity to see such a sight, it well

Orl. Who ambles time withal ? becomes the ground.

Ros. With a priest, that lacks Latin, and a rich Cel. Cry, holla! to thy tongue, I pr’ythee; it man, that hath not the gout: for the one sleeps correts very unseasonably. He was furnish'd like easily, because he cannot study; and the other lives & hunter.

merrily, because he feels no pain: the one lacking Ros. O ominous ! he comes to kill my heart. the burden of lean and wasteful learning; the other

Cel. I would sing my song without a burden : knowing no burden of heavy tedious penury: These thou bring'st me out of tune.

time ambles withal. Ros. Do you not know I am a woman? when I Orl. Who doth he gallop withal ? think, I must speak. Sweet, say on.

Ros. With a thief to the gallows : for though he Enter ORLANDO and JAQUES.

go as softly as foot can fall, he thinks himself too

soon there. Cel. You bring me out:-Soft! comes he not here? Orl. Who stays it still withal ? Ros. "Tis he; slink by, and note him.

Ros. With lawyers in the vacation : for they sleep (Celia and Rosalind retire.) between term and term, and then they perceive not Jaq. I thank you for your company; but, good how time moves. faith, I had as lief have been myself alone.

Orl. Where dwell you, pretty yonth? Orl. And so had I ; but yet, for fashion's sake, I Ros. With this shepherdess, my sister ; here in thank you too for your society.

[can. the skirts of the forest, like fringe upon a petticoat. Jag God be with you; let's meet as little as we Orl. Are you native of this place?

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Ros. As the coney, that you see dwell where she to a living humour of madness; which was, to foris kindled.

swear the full stream of the world, and to live in a Orl. Your accent is something finer than you nook merely monastic: And thus I cared him ; could purchase in so removed a dwelling.

and this way will I take upon me to wash your liver Ros. I have been told so of many: but, indeed, as clean as a sound sheep's heart, that there shall an old religious uncle of mine taught me to speak, not be one spot of love in't. who was in his youth an in-land man; one that Orl. I would not be cured, youth. knew courtship too well, for there be fell in love. Ros. I would cure you, if you would but call me I have heard bim read many lectures against it; and Rosalind, and come every day to my cote, and woo I thank God I am not a woman, to be touch'd with

(me where it is. so many giddy offences as he hath generally tax'd Orl. Now, by the faith of my love, I will; tell their whole sex withal.

Ros. Go with me to it, and I'll show it you; and, Orl. Can you remember any of the principal evils, by the way, you shall tell me where in the forest that he laid to the charge of women?

you live: Will you go? Ros. There were none principal; they were all Orl. With all my heart, good youth. like one another, as half-pence are: every one fault Ros. Nay, you must call me Rosalind :—Come, seeming monstrous, till bis fellow fault came to sister, will you go?

[Exeunt. match it.

SCENE III. Orl. I pr’ythee, recount some of them.

Ros. No; I will not cast away my physic, but Enter Touchstone and AUDREY; JAQUES at a on those that are sick. There is a man haunts the

distance observing them. forest, that abuses our young plants with carving Touch. Come apace, good Audrey; I will fetch Rosalind on their barks; hangs odes upon haw- ap your goats, Audrey: And how, Audrey ? am I thorns, and elegies on brambles; all, 'forsooth, the man yet? Doth my simple feature content you ? deifying the name of Rosalind: if I could meet Aud. Your features! Lord warrant us! what that fancy-monger, I would give him some good features ? counsel, for he seems to have the quotidian of love Touch. I am here with thee and thy goats, as the

most capricious poet, honest Ovid, was among the Orl. I am he that is so love-shaked; I pray you,

Goths. tell me your remedy.

Jaq. O knowledge ill-inhabited ! worse than Jove Ros. There is none of my uncle's marks upon in a thatch'd house !

(Aside.) you: he taught me how to know a man in love ; Touch. When a man's verses cannot be underin which cage of rushes, I am sure, you are not stood, nor a man's good wit seconded with the for

Orl. What were his marks? [prisoner. ward child, understanding, it strikes a man more

Ros. A lean cheek; which you have not: a blue dead than a great reckoning in a little room :eye, and sunken; which you hare pot: an unques Truly, I would the gods bad made thee poetical. tionable spirit; which you have not: a beard peg Aud. I do not know what poetical is : Is it lected; which you have not :-but I pardon you for honest in deed and word? Is it a true thing? that; for, simply, your having in beard is a younger

Touch. No, truly; for the truest poetry is the brother's revenue :-Then your hose should be un most feigning; and lovers are given to poetry; and garter’d, your bonnet unbanded, your sleeve unbut- what they swear in poetry, may be said, as lovers, ton'd, your shoe antied, and every thing about you they do feign. demonstrating a careless desolation. But you are Aud. Do you wish then, that the gods had made no such man, you are rather poiut-device in your me poetical? accoutrements; as loving yourself, than seeming Touch. I do, truly : for thou swear'st to me, thou the lover of any other.

art honest; now, if thou wert a poet, I might have Orl. Fair youth, I would I could make thee be some hope thou didst feign. lieve I love.

Aud. Would you not have me honest? Ros. Me believe it? you may as soon make her Touch. No truly, unless thou wert hard-favour'd; that you love believe it, which, I warrant, she is for honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey a apter to do, than to confess she does: that is one of sance to sugar. the points, in the which women still give the lie to Jaq. A material fool!

(A side.) their consciences. But, in good sooth, are you he Aud. Well, I am not fair; and therefore I pray that hangs the verses on the trees, wherein Rosa- the gods make me honest! lind is so admired ?

Touch. Truly, and to cast away honesty upon a Orl. I swear to thee, youth, by the white hand of foul slut, were to put good meat into an unclean dish. Rosalind, I am that be, that unfortunate he.

Aud. I am not a slut, though I thank the gods I Ros. But are you so much in love as your rhymes am foul. speak ?

(much. Touch. Well, praised be the gods for thy foulness ! Orl. Neither rhyme nor reason can express how sluttishness may come hereafter. But be it as it

Ros. Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, may be, I will marry thee : and to that end, I have deserves as well a dark house and a whip, as mad been with Sir Oliver Mar-text, the vicar of the next men do: and the reason why they are not so pu- village ; who hath promised to meet me in this place nished and cured, is, that the lunacy is so ordinary, of the forest, and to couple us. that the whippers are in love too: Yet I profess Jaq. I would fain see this meeting. (Aside.) curing it by counsel.

Aud. Well, the gods give us joy Ori. Did you ever cure any so?

Touch. Amen. A man may, if he were of a fearRos. Yes, one; and in this manner. He was to ful heart, stagger in this attempt; for here we bave imagine me his love, his mistress; and I set him no temple but the wood, no assembly but hornevery day to woo me: At which time would I, beasts. But wbat though ? Courage! As horns are being but a moonish youth, grieve, be effeminate, odious, they are necessary. It is said,--Many a changeable, longing, and liking; proud, fantastical, man knows no end of his goods : right: many a apish, shallow, inconstant, full of tears, full of man has good horns, and knows no end of them. smiles; for every passion something, and for no Well, that is the dowry of his wife ; 'tis none of his passion truly any thing, as boys and women are for own getting. Horns ? Even so :

-Poor men the most part cattle of this colour : would now like alone ? -No, no, the noblest deer hath them as him, now loath him; then entertain him, then for- huge as the rascal.' Is the single man therefore swear him ; now weep for him, then spit at him ; , blessed ? No: as a wallid town is more worthier that I drave my suitor from his mad humour of love, I than a rillage, so is the forehead of a married man

was.

more honourable than the bare brow of a bachelor: Cel. Yes, when he is in ; but, I think he is not in avd by how much defence is better than no skill, by Ros. You have heard him swear downright, he so much is a horo more precious than to want. Enter Sir OLIVER MAR-TEXT.

Cel. Was is not is: besides, the oath of a lover

is no stronger than the word of a tapster; they are Here comes sir Oliver :—Sir Oliver Mar-text, you both the confirmers of false reckonings : He attends are well met: Will you despatch us here under this here in the forest on the duke your father. tree, or shall we go with you to your chapel ? Ros. I met the duke yesterday, and had much

Sir Ol. Is there none here to give the woman? question with him: He asked me, of what parentTouch. I will not take her on gift of any man. age I was? I told him, of as good as he; so he

Sir Oli. Truly she must be given, or the mar- laugh'd, and let me go. But what talk we of fariage is not lawful.

thers, when there is such a man as Orlando? Jag. (Discovering himself.) Proceed, proceed ; Cel. O, that's a brave man! he writes brave I'll give her.

verses, speaks brave words, swears brave oaths, and Touch. Good even, good master What ye call't: breaks them bravely, quite traverse, athwart the How do yon, şir ? You are very well met: God'ild heart of his lover; as a puny tilter, that spurs his you for your last company: I am very glad to see borse but on one side, breaks his staff like a noble 500:-Even a toy ia band here, sir :--Nay; pray, goose: but all's brave, that youth mounts, and folly be cover'd.

guides :—Who comes here? Jaq. Will you be married, motley? Touch. As the ox hath his bow, sir, the horse his

Enter CORIN. carb, and the faulcon her bells, so man hath his de Cor. Mistress, and master, you have oft enquired sires; and as pigeons bill, so wedlock would be After the shepherd, that complain'd of love; Dibbling.

Who you saw sitting by me on the tarf, Jaq. And will yon, being a man of your breeding, Praising the proud disdainful shepherdess, be married under a busb, like a beggar? Get you That was his mistress. to church, and have a good priest, that can tell you Cel.

Well, and what of him? what marriage is : this fellow will but join you to Cor. If you will see a pageant truly play'd, gether as they join wainscot; then one of you will | Between the pale complexion of true love prove a shrunk pannel, and, like green timber, warp, And the red glow of scorn and proud disdain, Warp

Go hence a little, and I shall conduct you, Touch. I am not in the mind but I were better if you will mark it. to be married of him than of another: for he is not Ros.

O come, let us remove; like to marry me well; and not being well married, The sight of lovers feedeth those in love :it will be a good excuse for me hereafter to leave Bring us unto this sight, and you shall say my wife.

(A side.) | I'll prove a busy actor in their play. [Exeunt. Jag. Go thou with me, and let me counsel thee. Touch. Come, sweet Audrey;

SCENE V.-Another part of the Forest. We must be married, or we must live in bawdry.

Enter SILVIUS and PAEBE. Farewell, good master Oliver !

Sil. Sweet Phebe, do not scorn me; do not,
Not-0 sweet Oliver,

Phebe:
O brave Oliver,

Say, that you love me not; but say not so
Leave me pot bebi' thee;

In bitterness: The common executioner,
But-Wind away,

Whose heart the accustom'd sight of death makes
Begone, I say,

bard, I will not to wedding wi' thee.

Falls not the axe upon the humbled neck, [Exeunt Jaques, Touchstone, and Audrey. But first begs pardon; Will you sterner be Sir Oli. "Tis no matter : ne'er a fantastical knave Than he that dies and lives by bloody drops ? of them all shall flout me out of my calling. [Exit.

Enter ROSALIND, CELIA, and CORIN,'at a distance. SCENE IV.-The same. Before a cottage.

Phe. I would not be thy executioner;
Enter ROSALIND and CELIA.

I fly thee, for I would not injure thee.
Ros. Never talk to me, I will weep.

Thou tell'st me, there is murder in mine eye: Cel. Do, I pr’ythee; but yet have the grace to 'Tis pretty, sure, and very probable, consider, that tears do not become a man.

That eyes,--that are the frail'st and softest things, Ros. Bat have I not cause to weep?

Who shut their coward gates on atomies, Cel. As good cause as one would desire; there should be call'd tyrants, butchers, murderers !

Now I do frown on thee with all my heart; Ros. His very hair is of the dissembling colour. And, if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill Cel. Something browner than Judas's : marry,

thee; his kisses are Judas's own children.

Now counterfeit to swoon; why now fall down; Ros. I'faith, his hair is of a good colour. Or, if thou can'st not, 0, for shame, for shame,

Cel. An excellent colour : your chesnut was ever Lie not, to say mine eyes are murderers. the only colour.

Now show the wound mine eye hath made in thee : Ros. And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remains touch of holy bread.

Some scar of it; lean but upon a rush, Cel. He bath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana : The cicatrice and capable impressure a nan of winter's sisterhood kisses not more re- Thy palm some moment keeps : but now mine eyes, ligioasly, the very ice of chastity is in them. Which I have darted at thee, hurt thee not;

Ros. But why did be swear he would come this Nor, I am sure, there is no force in eyes morning, and comes not?

That can do hurt. Cel. Nay certainly, there is no truth in him. Sil.

O dear Phebe, Ros. Do you think so?

If ever, (as that ever may be near,) Cel. Yes : I think he is not a pick-purse, nor a You meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy, horse-stealer; but for his verity in love, I do think Then shall you know the wounds invisible, him as concave as a cover'd goblet, or a worm That love's keen arrows make. caten put.

Phe.

But, till that time, Ros. Not true in love?

Come not thou near me: and when that time comes,

fore weep:

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