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for some of them had in them more feet than the the propositions of a lover:--but take a taste of my verses would bear.

finding him, and relish it with a good observance. Cel. That's no matter; the feet might bear the I found him under a tree, like a dropp'd acorn.

Ros. It may well be call’d Jove's tree, when it Ros. Ay, but the feet were lame, and could not drops forth such fruil. bear themselves without the verse, and therefore Cel. Give me audience, good madam. stood lamely in the verse.

Ros. Proceed. Cel. But didst thou heor, without wondering. Cel. There lay hc, stretch'd along, like a wounded how thy name should be hang'd und carv'd upon knight. these trees?

lios. Though it be pity to sce such a sight, it Ros. I was seven of the nine days out of the well becomes the ground. wouder, before you came; for look' here what I Cel. Cry, holli! to ty tongue, I pr’ythee; it found on a palm-tree: I was never so be-rhymed curvets very useasonably. He was furnish'd like since Pythagoras' time, that I was an Irish rat, a hunter. which I can hardly remember.

Ros. O ominous ! he comes to kill my beart. Cel. Trow you, who hath done this?

Cel. I would sing my song without a burden: Ros. Is it a man?

thou bring'st me out of lunc. Cel. And a chain, that you once worc, about his Ros. Do you not know I am a woman? when I neck: Change you colour ?

think, I must speak. Succi, say on. Ros. I pr'ythec, who? Cel. O lord, lord! it is a hard matter for friends

Enler Orlando and Jaqucs. to meet; but mountains may be removed with! Cel. You bring me out :--Son! comes be not earthquakes, and so encounter.

here? Ros. Nay, but who is it?

Ros. 'Tis he; slink by, and note him. Cel. Is it possible ?

(Celia and Rosalind relire, Ros. Nay, I pray thee now, with most petition. Jaq. I thank you for your company; but, good ary vehemence, tell me who it is.

faith, I had as lief have been myself alone. Cel. O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonder- Orl. And so had 1: but yet, for fashion's sake, ful wonderful, and yet again wonderful, and after I thank you too for your society. that out of all whooping !!

Jaq. God be with you; let's ineet as little as we Ros. Good my complexion! dost thou think, can. though I am caparison'd like a man, I have a dou- Orl. I do desire we may be better strangers. blet and hose in my disposition ? One inch of delay). Jaq. I pray you, mar no more trees with writing mie is a South-sea-off

' discovery. I pr’ythee, tell love-songs in their barks. me, who is it? quickly, and speak apace: I would Orl. I pray you, mar no more of my verses with thou could'st stammer, that thou might'st pour reading them ill-favouredly. this concealed man out of thy mouth, as wine Jaq. Rosalind is your love's name? comes out of a narrow-mouth'd bottle ; either too Orl. Yea, just. much at once, or none at all. I pr’ythee, take the Jaq. I do not like her name. cork out of thy mouth, that I may drink thy tidings. Orl. There was no thought of pleasing you,

Cel. So you may put a man in your belly. when she was christen'd.

Ros. Is he of God's making ? What manner of Jaq. What stature is she of ? man? Is his head worth a hat, or his chin worth a Orl. Just as high as my heart. beard?

Jaq. You are full of pretty answers: Have you Cel. Nay, he hath but a little beard.

not been acquainted with goldsmiths' wives, and Ros. Why, God will send more, if the man will conn'd them out of rings ? be thankful: let me stay the growth of his beard, Orl. Not so; but I answer you right painted if thou delay me not the knowledge of his chin. cloth, from whence you have studied your ques

Cel. It is young Orlando; that tripp'd up the Lions. wrestler's heels, and your heart, both in an instant. Jaq. You have a nimble vit; I think it was

Ros. Nay, but the devil take mocking; speak made of Atalanta's heels. Will you sit down with sad brow, and true maid."

me? and we two will rail against our mistress the Cel. I'faith, coz, 'tis he.

world, and all our misery. Ros. Orlando ?

Orl. I will chide no breather in the world, but Cel. Orlando,

myself; against whom I know most faults. Ros. Alas the day! what shall I do with my Jaq. The worst fault you have, is to be in love. doublet and hosc?-\Vhat did he, when thou saw'st Orl. 'Tis a fault I will noi change for your best him? What said he? How look'd he? Wherein virtue. I am weary of you. went he ?: What makes he here? Did he ask for Jaq. By my troth, I was seeking for a fool, mc? Where remains he? How parted he with when I found you. thee? and when shalt thou see him again? Answer Orl. He is drown'd in the brook ; look but in, me in one word.

and you shall see him. Cel. You must borrow me Garagantua’smouth Jag. There shall I see mine own figure. first : 'lis a word too great for any mouth of this Orl. Which I take to be either a fool, or a age's size: To say, ay, and no, to these particulars, cypher. is more than to answer in a catechisin.

Jaq.. I'll tarry no longer with you: farewell, Ros. But doth he know that I am in the forest, good signior love. and in man's apparel ? Looks he as freshly as he Orl. I am glad of your departure ; adieu, good did the day he wrestled ?

monsieur melancholy. Cel. It is as easy to count atomies,' as to resolve (Exit Jaques.-Celia and Rosalind come forward, (1) Out of all measure.

(4) The giant of Rabclais. (5) Motes. 12) Speak seriously and honestly,

(6) An allusion to the moral sentences on old 13) How was he dressed ?

tapestry hangings.

Ros. I will speak to him like a saucy lacquey,l. Ros. There is none of my uncle's marks upon you: and under that habit play the knave with hiin.-- he taught me how to know a man in love; in which Do you hear, forester ?

cage of rushes, I am sure, you are not prisoner. Orl. Very well; What would you ?

Orl. What were his marks ? Ros. I pray you, what is't a'clock?

Ros. A lcan check; which you have not: a blue Orl. You should ask me, what time o' day; there's eye, and sunken; which you have not : an unno clock in the forest.

questionable spirit ;, which you have not : a beard Ros. Then, there is no truc lover in the forest; neglected ; which you have not :-but I pardon cise sighing every minute, and groaning every hour, you for that; for, simply, your having* in bcard is would detect the lazy foot of time, as well as a clock. a younger brother's revenue:-Then your hose

Orl. And why not the swill foot of time ? had should be ungarter'd, your bonnct unbanded, your not that been as proper ?

sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe unlied, and every Ros. By no means, sir; Time travels in divers thing about you deinonstrating acareless desolation, paces with divers persons: I'll tell you who time But you arc no such man; you are rather point. ambles withal, who time trots withal, who time devices in your accoutrements; as loving yourself, gallops withal, and who he stands still withal. than seeming the lover of any other. Orl. I pr’ythce, who doth he trot withal.

Orl. Fair youth, I would I could make thice Ros. Marry, he trots hard with a young maid, believe I love. between the contract of her marriage, and ihe day. Ros. Me believe it? you may as soon make her it is solemnized: if the interim be but a sc'nuighi, that you love believe it; which, I warrant, she is time's pace is so hard that it seems the length of apter to do, than to confess she does : that is one seven years.

of the points in the which women still give the lie Orl.'Who ambles time withal?

to their consciences. But, in good sooth, are you Ros. With a priest that lacks Latin, and a rich he that hangs the verses on the trces, wherein man that hath not the gout: for the one sleeps ca- Rosalind is so admired ? sily, becausc he cannot study; and the other lives Orl. I swear to thee, youth, by the white hand merrily, because he fecis no pain: the one lacking of Rosalind, I am that he, that unfortunate he. the burden of lean and wasteful learning ; the Ros. But are you so much in love as your rhymes other knowing no burden of heavy tedious penury: speak ? These linne ambles withal.

Orl. Neither rhymc nor reason can express how Orl. Who doth he gallop withal ?

much. Ros. With a thief to the gallows: for though he Ros. Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, go as sonly as foot can fall, he thinks himself too deserves as well a dark house and a whip, as madsoon there.

men do: and the reason why they are not so puOri. Who stays it still withal ?

nished and cured, is, that the lunacy is so ordinary, Ros. With lawyers in the vacation: for they sleep that the whippers are in love loo : Yet I prosess between term and term, and then they perceive noi curing it by counsel. how time moves.

Orl. Did you ever cure any so? Orl. Where dwell you, pretty youth?

Ros. Yes, one; and in this manner. He was to Ros. With this shepherdess, my sister ; here in imagine me his love, his mistress; and I set him the skirts of the forest, like fringe upon a petticoat. every day to woo me: At which time would I, Orl. Are you a native of this place?

being but a moonishe youth, grieve, be effeminate, Ros. As the coney, that you see dwell where changeable, longing, and Viking ; proud, fantasti she is kindled.

cal, apish, shallow, inconstant, full of tears, full of Orl. Your accent is something finer than you smiles; for every passion something, and for no could purchase in so remov'd' a dwelling. pission truly any thing, as boys and women are for

Ros. I have been told so of many: but, indeed, the most part cattle of this colour: would now like an old religious uncle of mine taught me to speak, him, now loath him; then entertain him, then forwho was in his youth an in-lande inan; one that swear him; now wecp for him, then spit at him; knew courtship ioo well, for there he fell in love. that I drave iny suitor from his mad humour of love, I have heard him read many lcctures against il; to a living humour of madness; which was, to forand I thank God, I am not a woman, to be touch'd swear the full stream of the world, and to live in a with so many giddy oflences as he hath generally nook merely monastic : And thus I cured him ; tax'd their whole sex withal.

and this way will I take upon me to wash your Ori. Can you remember any of the principal liver as clean as a sound sheep's heart, that there evils, that he laid to the charge of women ? shall not be one spot of love in't.

Rós. There were none principal; they were all Orl. I would not be cured, youth. like one another, as half-pence are: every one fault Ros. I would cure you, if you would but call seeming monstrous, till his fellow fault came to mc Rosalind, and come every day to my cote, and match it. Orl. I pr’ythee, recount some of them.

Orl. Now, by the faith of my love, I will; tell Ros. No ; I will not cast away my physic, but me where it is. on those that are sick. There is a man haunts the Ros. Go with me to it, and I'll show it you: and, forest, that abuses our young plants with carving by the way, you shall tell me where in the forest Rosalind on their barks; hangs odes upon haw- you live: Will you go? thorns, and elegics on brainbles; all, forsooth, Orl. With all my heart, good youth. deifying the name of Rosalind : if I could meci Ros. Nay, you must cali ine Rosalind:- Come, that fancy-monger, I would give him some good sister, will you go?

[Ereunt. counsel, for he seems to have the quotidian of love

SCENE II.- Enter Touchstone, and Audrey; Orl. I am he that is so love-shaked; I pray you, Jaques at a distance, observing them. tell me your remedy.

Touch. Come apace, good Audrey; I will fetch (1) Sequcstered. (2) Civilized. 13) A spirit averse to conversation. (4) Estate. (5) Over-exact. (6) Variable.

WOO me.

upon him.

up your goats, Audrey: And how, Audrey ? am ! Jaq. [Discovering himself.] Proceed, proceed ; the man yet? Doth my simple feature content you? I'll give her.

Aud. Your features ! Lord warrant us ! what Touch. Good even, good master What ye call't: features ?

How do you, sir ? You are very well met: God'ild Touch. I am here with thee and thy goats, as you for your last company: I am very glad to see the most capricious' poet, honest Ovid, was among you :-Even a toy in hand here, sir :-Nay; pray, the Goths,

be cover'd. Jaq. O knowledge ill-inhabited !2 worse than Jaq. Will you be married, motley ? Jove in a thatch'd house!

[Aside. Toi:ch. As the ox hath his bow, sir, the horse Touch. When a man's verses cannot be under- his curb, and the falcon her bells, so man hath his stood, nor a man's good wit seconded with the for- desires ; and as pigeons bill, so wedlock would be ward child, understanding, it strikes a man more nibbling. dead than a great reckoning in a little room :- Jaq. And will you, being a man of your breed'Truly, I would the gods had made thee poetical. ing, be married under a bush, like a beggar? Get

Aud. I do not know what poetical is : Is it you to church, and have a good priest that can tell honest in deed, and word ? Is it a true thing? you what marriage is: this fellow will but join you

Touch. No, truly; for the truest poctry is the together as they join wainscot; then one of you most seigning'; and lovers are given to poetry; and will prove a shrunk pannel, and, like grecn timber, what they swear in poetry, may be said, as lovers, 'warp, warp. they do feign.

Touch. I am not in the mind but I were better Aud. Do you wish then, that the gods had made to be married of him than of another: for he is not me poetical ?

like to marry me well; and not being well married, Touch. I do, truly: for thou swearst to me, thou it will be a good excuse for me hercaster to leave art honest; now, if thou wert a poet, I might have my wife.

(Aside. some hope thou didst fcign.

Taq. Go thou with me, and let me counsel thee. Aud. Would you not have me honest ?

Touch. Come, sweet Audrey; Touch. No truly, unless thou wert hard-favourd: We must be married, or we must live in bawdry. for honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey a Farewell, good master Oliver; sauce to sugar.

Not- sweet Oliver, Jaq. A material fool!3


O brave Oliver, Aud. Well, I am not fair; and therefore I pray Lcave me not behi’ thcc; the gods make me honest !

But-Wind away, Touch. Truly, and to cast away honesty upon

Begone, I say, a foul s/ut, were to put good mcat into an unclean I will not to wedding withce. dish.

[Exe. Jaq. Touch. and Audrey. Aud. I am not a slut, though I thank the gods I Su Oli. 'Tis no matter; ne'er a fantastical knaye am foul.*

of them all shall flout me out of my calling. [Ex. Touch. Well, praised be the gods for thy foulness ! sluttishness may come hereafter. But be it SCENE I!:-The same. Before a Collage. as it may be, I will marry thce: and to that end I

Enter Rosalind and Celia. have been with sir Oliver Mar-text, the vicar of the Ros. Never talk to me, I will weep. next village; who hath promised to meet me in this

Cel. Do, I pr’ythee; but yet have the gracc to place of the forest, and io couple us.

consider, that tears do not become a man. Jag. I would sain see this mecting. (Aside.

Ros. But have I not cause to weep?
Auid. Well, the gols give us joy!
Touch. Amen. A man may, if he were of a fore ween.

Cel. As good cause as one would desire; therefearful hcart, stagger in this attempt; for here we Ros. His very hair is of thc dissembling colour. have no temple but the wood, no assembly but horn-beasts. But what though ? Courage ! As his kisses are Judas's own children.

Cel. Something browner than Judas's: marry, horns are odious, they are necessary. It is said, -

Ros. I'faith, his hair is of a good colour. Many a man knows no end of his goods : right:

Cel. An excellent colour : your chesnut was many a man has good horns, and knows no end of ever the only colour. them. Well, that is the dowry of his wife; 'tis

Ros. And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the none of his own getting.– Horns! Even so: touch of holy bread. Poor men alone;--No, no; the noblest decr liath Cel. He hath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana: them as huge as the rascal. Is the single man a nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more relitherefore blessed ? No: as a wall'd town is more giously; the very ice of chastity is in them. worthier than a village, so is the forehead of a mar- Ros. But why did he swear he would come this ried man more honourable than the bare brow of a morning, and comes not? bachelor: and by how much defence is better than

Cel. Nay certainly, there is no truth in him. no skill, by so much is a horn inore precious than

Ros. Do you innk so? to want.

Cel. Yes! I think he is not a pick-purse, nor & Enler Sir Oliver Mar-text.

horse-stealer ; but for his verity in love, I do think Here comes sir Oliver:-sir Oliver Mar-text, you him as concave as a cover'd goblet, or a worn are well met: Will you despatch us here under this eaten nut. tree, or shall we go with you to your chapel ? Ros. Not true in love ?

Sir Oli. Is there none here to give the woman? Cel. Yes, when he is in ; but, I think he is not in. Touch. I will not take her on gift of any man. Ros. You have heard him swear downright, he

Sir Oli. Truly, she must be given, or the mar- was. riage is not lawful.

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

is no stronger than the word of a tapster; they are (1) Lascivious. (2) III-lodged. 13) A fool with matter in him. (4) Homely, (6) The art of fencing. (71 God reward you. (5) Lean deer are called rascal deer.

(8) Yoke.

both t'ne confirmers of false reckonings: He at- Come not thou near me: and, when that time comes, tends here in the forest on the duke your father. Afflict me with thy mocks, pity me not;

Ros. I met the duke yesterday, and had much As, till that time, I shall not pity thee. question' with him. He asked me, of what parent- Ros. And why, I pray you? (.Advancing.) Who age I was; I told hiin, of as good as he: so he might be your mother, laugh’d, and let me go. But what talk we of That you insult, exull, and all at once, fathers, when there is such a man as Orlando? Over ihe wretched ? What though you have more

Cel. O, that's a brave man! he writes brave beauty, verses, spcaks brave words, swears brave oaths, (As, by my faith, I see no more in you and breaks them bravely, quite traverse, athwart Than without candle may go dark to bed,) the heart of his lover :2 as a puny lilter, that spurs Must you be therefore proud and pitiless? his horse but on one side, breaks his staff like a noble Why, what means this? Why do you look on me? goose: but all's brave, that youth mounts, and folly I see no more in you, than in the ordinary guides :-Who comes here!

of nature's sale-work:--Od's my little lite !

I think, she mcans to tangle my eyes too :-
Enter Corin.

No, laith, proud mistress, hope not after it; Cor. Mistress, and master, you have oft inquired Your bugle eye-balls, nor your check of cream,

l'Tis not your inky brows, your black-silk hair, After the shepherd that complain'd of love; Who you saw sitting by me on the turf,

That can cntame my spirits to your worship.Praising the proud disdainful shepherdess

You foolish shepherd, wherefore do you follow ber, That was his mistress.

Like foggy south, pulling with wind and rain ? Cel.

Well, and what of him? You are a thousand times a properer man, Cor. If you will see a pageant truly play'd,

Than she a woman: 'Tis such lools as you, Between the pale completion of true love

That make the world full of ill-favour'd children. And the red glow of scorn and proud disdain,

'Tis not her glass, but you, that flatters her; Go hence a little, and I shall conduct you,

And out of you she sees herself more proper, If you will mark it.

Than any of her lineaments can show her. Ros. 0, come, let us remove;

But, mistress, know yourself ; down on your knees, The sight of lovers feedeth those in love

And thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love: Bring us unto this sight, and you shall say,

For I must tell you friendly in your ear,I'll prove a busy actor in their play. [Exeunt.

Sell when you can; you are not for all inarkets:

Cry the man mercy; love him ; take his offer; SCENE V. Another part of the Forest. Enter Foul is most foul, being foul to be a scoffer. Silvius and Phebe.

So take her to thee, shepherd ;-fare you well. Sit. Sweet Phebe, do not scorn me; do not,

Phe. Sweet youth, I pray you, chide a year to Phebe:

gether; Say, that you love me not; but say not so

I had rather hear you chide, than this man woo. In bitterness : The common executioner,

Ros. He's fallen in love with her foulness, and Whose heart the accustom'd sight of death makcs she'll fall in love with my anger: If it be so, as hard,

fast as she answers thee with frowning looks, I'll Falls not the axe upon the humble neck,

sauce her with bitter words. –Why look you so But first begs pardon; Will you sterner be Than he that dics and lives by bloody drops ?

Phe. For no ill will I bear you.
Enter Rosalind, Celia, and Corin, at a distance. For I am falser than vows made in wine:

Ros. I pray you, do not fall in love with me, Phe. I would not be thy executioner;

Besides, I like you not : If you will know my house, I fly thce, for I would not injure thee.

'Tis at the tuft of olives, here hard by :Thou tell'st me, there is murder in minc eye: Will you go, sister ?-Shepherd, ply her hard :'Tis pretly, sure, and very probable,

Come, sister : Shepherdess, look on him better, That eyes,--that are the frail'st and softest things, And be not proud : though'all the world could see, Who shut their coward gates on atomics,- None could be so abus'd in sight as he. Should be call'd tyrants, butchers, murderers! Come, to our flock. (Ere. Ros. Cel. and Cor. Now I do frown on thce with all my heart;

Phé. Dear shepherd! now I find thy saw of might; And, if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill Who ever lov'd, ihat lov'd not ar Krst sight? thee;

Sil. Sweet Phebe,Now counterfeit to swoon; why now fall down; Ph.

Ha! what say'st thou, Silvius ? Or, if thou canst not, 0, for shame, for shame, Sil. Sweet Phebe, pity me. Lié not, to say mine eyes arc murderers.

Phe. Why, I am sorry for thee, gentle Silvius. Now show the wound mine eye hath made in thee: Sil. Wherever sorrow is, relief would be; Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remains If you do sorrow at my grief in love, Some scar of it; lean but upon a rush,

By giving love, your sorrow and my grief The cicatrice and capable impressure

Were both extermin'd. Thy palm some moment kceps: but now mine eyes, Phe. Thou hast my love; Is not that neighbourly? Which I have darted at thee, hurt thee not;

Sil. I would have you. Nor, I am sure, there is no force in eyes


Why, that were covetousness That can do hurt.

Silvius, the time was, that I hated thee;
O dear Phebe,

And yet it is not, that I bear thee love:
If ever (as that ever may be near,)

But since that thou canst talk of love so well, You meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy,' Thy company, which erst was irksome to me, Then shall you know the wounds invisible I will endure; and I'll employ thee too : That love's keen arrows make.

But do not look for further recompense, Phe.

But, till that time, Than thine own gladness that thou art employ'd,

Sil. So holy, and so perfect is my love, (1) Conversation. (2) Mistress(3) Lore. And I in such a poverty of grace,

upon me?


That I shall think it a most plenteous crop

and to have nothing, is to have rich eyes and poor To glean the broken ears after the man

hands. That the main harvest reaps : loose now and then Jaq. Yes, I have gained my experience. A scatter'd smile, and that I'll live upon.

Enter Orlando. Phe. Know'st thou the youth that spoke to me ere while ?

Ros. And your experience makes you sad: I Sil. Not very well, but I have met him ost; had rather have a fool to make me merry, than exAnd he hath bought the cottage, and the bounds, perience to make me sad ; and to travel for it too. That the old carlot' once was master of.

Orl. Good day, and happiness, dear Rosalind ! Phe. Think not I love him, though I ask for him; Jaq. Nay, theu, God be wi' you, an you talk in 'Tis but a peevish2 boy :-yei he talks well ;-

blank verse.

[Erit. But what care I for words? yet words do well, Ros. Farewell, monsieur traveller: Look, you When he that speaks them pleases those that hear. lisp, and wear strange suits; disable* all the beneIt is a pretty youth:-not very pretty :

fits of your own country; be out of love with your But, sure he's proud; and yet his pride becomes him: nativity, and almost chide God for making you that He'll make a proper man: The best thing in him countenance you are; or I will scarce think you Is his complexion; and faster than his tongue have swam in a gondola.-_Why, how now, OrlanDid make offence, his eye did heal it up: do! Where have you been all this while ? You a He is not tall; yet for his ycars he's tall: lover?—An you serve me such another trick, never His leg is but so so; and yet 'lis well:

comc in my sight inore. There was a pretty redness in his lip;

Orl. My fair Rosalind, I come within an hour of A little riper and more lusty red

my promise. Than thai mix'd in his cheek; 'twas just the dir- Ros. Break an hour's promise in love? He that ference

will divide a minute into a thousand parts, and Betwixt the constant red, and mingled damask. break but a part of the thousandth part of a minute There be some women, Silvius, had they mark'd him in the affairs of love, it may be said of him, that In parcels as I did, would have gone near Cupid hath clap'd him o' the shoulder, but I'warTo fall in love with him: but, for my part, rant him heart-whole. I love him not, nor hate him not; and yet

Orl. Pardon me, dear Rosalind. I have more cause to hate him than to love him:

Ros. Nay, an you be so tardy, come no more in For what had he to do to chide at me ?

my sight; I'had as lief be wood ot' a snail. He said, mine eyes were black, and my hair black; Orl. of a snail ? And, now I am remember'd, scorn'd at me: Ros. Ay, of a snail; for though he comes slowly, I marvel, why I answer'd not again :

he carries his house on his head; a better jointure, But that's all one ; omittance is no quittance. I think, than you can make a woman: Besides, he I'll write to him a very taunting letter,

brings his destiny with him. And thou shalt bear it; Wilt thou, Silvius ? Orl. What's that? Sil. Phebe, with all my heart.

Ros. Why, horns; which such as you are fain

I'll write it straight; to be beholden to your wives for: but he comes The matter's in my head, and in my heart : armed in his fortune, and prevents the slander of I will be bitter with him, and passing short : his wife. Go with me, Silvius.

(Exeunt. Orl. Virtue is no horn-maker; and my Rosalind

is virtuous.

Ros. And I am your Rosalind.

Cel. It pleases him to call you so; but he hath

a Rosalind of a better leer than you. SCENE I.-The same. Enler Rosalind, Celia,

Ros. Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in and Jaques.

a holiday humour, and 'like enough to consent:

What would you say to me now, an I were your Jaq: I prythce, pretty youth, let me be better very very Rosalind ? acquainted with thee.

Orl. I would kiss, before I spoke. Ros. They say, you are a melancholy fellow. Ros. Nay, you were better speak first ; and Jaq. I am so; I do love it better than laughing. when you were gravelled for lack of matter, you

Ros. Those, that are in extremity of either, are might take occasion to kiss. Very good orators, abominable fellows; and betray themselves to when they are out, they will spit; and for lovers, every modern censure, worse than drunkards. lacking (God warn us !) matter, the cleanliest shift

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

Orl. How if the kiss be denied ? Jag.. I have neither the scholar's melancholy, Ros. Then she puts you to entrcaty, and there which is emulation ; nor the musician's, which is begins new matter. fantastical; nor the courtier's, which is proud; nor Orl. Who could be out, being before his beloved the soldier's, which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, mistress ? which is politic; nor the lady's, which is nice ; Ros. Marry, that should you, if I were your nor the lover's, which is all these: but it is a me- mistress ; or I should think my honesty ranker than lancholy of mine own, compounded of many sim- my wit. ples, extracted from many objects : and, indeed, Orl. What, of my suit ? the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which Ros. Not out of your apparel, and yet out of my often rumination

wraps me, is a most humorous your suit. Am not 1 your Rosalind ? sadness.

Orl. I take some joy to say you arc, because I Ros. A traveller! By my faith, you have great would be talking of her. reason to be sad: I fear, you have sold your own Ros. Well, in her person, I say-I will not hare lands, to see other men's; then, to have seen much, you.

(1) Peasant. (2) Silly, (3) Trilling (4) Undervalue. (5) Complexion.


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