Sil. O Corin, that thou knew'ft how I do love her!

Gor. I partly guess; for I have loved ere now.
Sil. No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess,
Tho' in thy youth thou wast as true a lover
As ever fighed upon a midnight pillow;
But if thy love were ever like to mine,
(As, fure, I think, did never man love fo)
How many actions most ridiculous

Haft thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?
Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
Sil. O, thou didst then ne'er love fo heartily:
If thou rememberest not the flightest folly
That ever love did make thee run into,
Thou haft not loved:-

Or if thou haft not fate as I do now,
Wearying the hearer in thy mistress' praise,
Thou haft not loved :--

Or if thou haft not broke from company
Abruptly, as my paffion now makes me,
Thou haft not loved.-

O Phebe, Phebe, Phebe!

[Exit Sil. Rof. Alas, poor fhepherd! fearching of thy wound, I have by hard adventure found my own.

Clo. And I mine. I remember, when I was in love, I broke my fword upon a stone, and bid him take that for coming a-nights to Jane Smile; and I remember the kissing of her batlet, and the cow's dugs that her pretty chopped hands had milked; and I remember the wooing of a peafecod inftead of her, from whom I took two cods, and giving her them again, faid with weeping tears, wear thefe for my fake. We, that are true lovers, run into ftrange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, fo is all nature in love mortal in folly.

Rof. Thou fpeakest wiser than thou art ware of.

Clo. Nay, I fhall ne'er be ware of my own wit, 'till I break my fhins against it.

Rof. Jove! Jove! this thepherd's paffion is much upon my fashion.

Clo. And mine, but it grows fomething ftale with me.

Gel. I pray you, one of you queftion yond man, If he for gold will give us any food;

I faint almoft to death..

Clo. Holla; you, clown!

Rof. Peace, fool; he's not thy kinfman..
Cor. Who calls?

Clo. Your betters, Sir.

Cor. Elfe they are very wretched.

Rof. Peace, I fay. Good even to you, friend. Cor. And to you, gentle Sir, and to you all. Rof. I pr'ythee, fhepherd, if that love or gold Can in this defart place buy entertainment, Bring us where we may reft ourselves, and feed; ; Here's a young maid with travel much oppreffed, And faints for fuccour.

Cor. Fair Sir, I pity her,

And with, for her fake more than for mine own, My fortunes were more able to relieve her:

But I am fhepherd to another man,

And do not fheer the fleeces that I graze;,
My master is of churlish difpofition,

And little wreaks to find the way to heaven
By doing deeds of hofpitality:

Befides, his coate, his flocks, and bounds of feed
Are now on fale, and at our fheep-coate now,
By reafon of his abfence, there is nothing
That you will feed on; but what is, come fee;
And in my voice most welcome shall you be.

Rf. What is he that fhall buy his flock and rafture?

Cor. That young fwain that you saw here but ere while,

That little cares for buying any thing.

Rof. I pray thee, if it ftand with honefty,
Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the flock,
And thou fhalt have to pay for it of us.
Gel. And we will mend thy wages.

I like this place, and willingly could wafte
My time in it.

Cor. Affuredly the thing is to be fold;
Go with me; if you like, upon report,
The foil, the profit, and this kind of life,
I will your very faithful feeder be,

And buy it with your gold right fuddenly. [Exeunt.

SCENE changes to a defart part of the Foreft. Enter AMIENS, JAQUES, and others.

SONG.

Under the green-wood tree

Who loves to ly with me,

And tune his merry note

Unto the fweet bird's throat,

Come hither, come hither, come hither:

Here fhall he fee

No enemy,

But winter and rough weather.

Faq. More, more, I pr'ythee, more.

Ami. It will make you melancholy, Monfieur Jaques.

Jaq. I thank it; more, I pr'ythee, more; I can fuck melancholy out of a fong, as a weazle fucks eggs More, I pr'ythee, more.

Ami. My voice is rugged; I know I cannot. please you.

Jaq. I do not defire you to please me, I do defire you to fing. Come, come, another ftanza; call you 'em ftanzas?

Ami. What you will, Monfieur Jaques.

Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names, they owe me nothing.-Will you fing?

Ami. More at your request, than to please myself. Jaq. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'l thank you; but that, they call compliments, is like the encounter of two dog-apes. And when a man thanks me heartily, methinks I have given him a penny, and he renders me the beggarly thanks. Come, fing; and you that will not, hold your tongues.

Ami. Well, I'll end the fong: Sirs, cover the while; the Duke will dine under this tree; he hath been all this day to look you.

Jaq. And I have been all this day to avoid him. He is too difputable for my company: I think of as many matters as he, but I give Heaven thanks, and make no boast of them. Come, warble, come.

SONG.

Who doth ambition fhun,

And loves to ly i'th' fun,

Seeking the food he eats,

And pleas'd with what he gets;

Come hither, come hither, come hither;

Here fhall he fee

No enemy,

But winter and rough weather.

Jaq. I'll give you a verfe to this note, that I made yesterday in defpight of my invention.

Ami. And I'll fing it.

Jaq. Thus it goes.

If it do come to pass,
That any man turn afs;
Leaving his wealth and cafe
A ftubborn will to please,
Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame;
Here fhall he fee

Grofs fools as he,

And if he will come to me. Ami. What's that ducdame ?

Jaq. Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle. I'll go fleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail against all the first-born of Egypt.

Ami. And I'll go seek the Duke; his banquet is prepared. [Exeunt feverally.

Enter ORLANDO and ADAM.

Adam. Dear mafter, I can go no further; O, I die for food! here ly I down, and measure out my grave. Farewel, kind master.

Orla. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee? live a little; comfort a little; cheer thyfelf a little. If this uncouth foreft yield any thing favage, I will either be food for it, or bring it for food to thee: thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers. For my fake be comfortable, hold death a while at the arm's end: I will be here with thee prefently, and if I bring thee not fomething to eat, I'll give thee leave to die; but if thou dielt before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well faid, thou lookest cheerly. And I'll be with thee quickly; yet thou lieft in the bleak air. Come, I will bear thee to fome fhelter, and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this defart. Cheerly, good Adam. [Exeunt.

Enter Duke Sen. and Lords. A Table fet out. Duke Sen. I think he is transformed into a beast,