Thou hast not loved :

Or if thou hast not broke from company

Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,

Thou hast not loved.-O Phebe, Phebe, Phebe !

[Exit.

Ros. Alas, poor shepherd! searching of thy wound,

I have by hard adventure found mine own.

1

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 a-night to Jane Smile: and I remember the kissing of her batlet, and the cow's dugs that her pretty chapped hands had milked and I remember the wooing of a peascod instead of her; from whom 2 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 3 in folly.

Ros. Thou speakest 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. And mine; but it grows something stale with me. Cel. I pray you, one of you question yond man,

If he for gold will give us any food;

I faint almost to death.

Touch. Holla, you, clown!

Ros.

Cor. Who calls?

Peace, fool! he's not thy kinsman.

Touch. Your betters, sir.

Cor. Else are they very wretched.

1 Batlet] A small bat used by a laundress for beating linen.

2 From whom] Who, or whom, for which, is common in Shak

speare; but here Touchstone personifies the peascod.

Ros.

Good even to you, friend.

Peace! I say:—

Cor. And to you, gentle sir, and to you all.
Ros. I prithee, shepherd, if that love or gold
Can in this desert place buy entertainment,
Bring us where we may rest ourselves and feed:
Here's a young maid with travel much oppressed,
And faints for succour.

Cor.

Fair sir, I pity her,

And wish for her sake, more than for mine own,
My fortunes were more able to relieve her :
But I am shepherd to another man,

And do not shear the fleeces that I

graze;

My master is of churlish disposition,
And little recks' to find the way to heaven
By doing deeds of hospitality:

Besides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed,
Are now on sale, and at our sheepcote now,
By reason of his absence, there is nothing
That you 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 erewhile, That little cares for buying anything.

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.

1 Recks] Cares.

2 Have to pay] Have wherewith to pay.-Compare, in Scripture, Matt. xviii. 25, 'Forasmuch as he had not to pay.'

3 Waste] Spend.—A common meaning in our early writers. For this one night, which (part of it) I'll waste with such discourse.' The Tempest, v. 1.

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,
I will your very faithful feeder be,
And buy it with your gold right suddenly.

Ami.

SCENE V.-Another part of the Forest.
Enter AMIENS, JAQUES, and Others.

SONG.

Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me,

And turn his merry note

Unto the sweet bird's throat,1

Come hither, come hither, come hither;

Here shall he see

No enemy

But winter and rough weather.

Jaq. More, more, I prithee, more.

[Exeunt.

Ami. It will make you melancholy, monsieur Jaques. Jaq. I thank it. More, I prithee, more. I can suck melancholy out of a song, as a weasel sucks eggs. More, I prithee, more.

Ami. My voice is ragged; I know I cannot please you. Jaq. I do not desire you to please me; I do desire you to sing. Come, more; another stanza; call you them stanzas ? Ami. What you will, monsieur Jaques.

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

Ami. More at your request than to please myself.

Jaq. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you but that they call compliment is like the encounter of two dog-apes; and when a man thanks me heartily,

1 Turn his merry note, &c.] So in Hall's Satires, vi. 1, 'Martial turns his merry note.'-Unto means in response to.

methinks I have given him a penny and he renders me the beggarly thanks. Come, sing; and you that will not, hold your tongues.

Ami. Well, I'll end the song.-Sirs, cover1 the while; the duke will drink 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 disputable 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.

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

1 Cover] Prepare the table for the Duke's banquet.

2 In despite of] To do despite to.

3 Ducdame] This was probably a mere by-word coined for the occasion.

Ami. What's that ducdàme?

Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle. I'll go sleep 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 severally.

SCENE VI.-The same.

Enter ORLANDO and ADAM.

Adam. Dear master, I can go no further: O, I die for food! Here lie I down and measure out my grave. Farewell, kind master!

Orl. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee? Live a little; comfort a little; cheer thyself a little. If this uncouth forest yield anything savage, I will either be food for it, or bring it for food to thee. Thy conceit2 is nearer death than thy powers. For my sake be comfortable;

hold death awhile at the arm's end: I will here be with thee presently; and if I bring thee not something to eat, I'll give thee leave to die: but if thou diest before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well said! thou lookest cheerly and I'll be with thee quickly.-Yet thou liest in the bleak air. Come, I will bear thee to some shelter; and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live anything in this desert. Cheerly, good Adam ! [Exeunt.

SCENE VII.-The same.

A table set out. Enter DUKE senior, AMIENS, Lords, and others.

Duke S. I think he be transformed into a beast;

For I can nowhere find him like a man.

1 Anything savage] Any wild animal; any game.
2 Conceit] Thought; conception; apprehension.