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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 acom. verses.

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 fruit. bear themselves without the verse, and therefore Cel. Give me audience, good madam. stood lamely in the verse.

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

Ros. Though it he pity to see such a sight, it Ros. I was seven of the nine days out of the well becomes the ground. wonder, before you came; for look here what I Cel. Cry, holla? to thy tongue, I prythee; it found on a palm-tree: I was never so be-rhymed|| curvets very unseasonably. He was fumish'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 heart. 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 tune. Cel. And a chain, that you once wore, about his Ros. Do you not know I am a woman? when I neck : Change you colour?

think, I must speak. Sweet, say on. Ros. I prythee, who? Cel. O sord, lord ! it is a hard matter for friends

Enter Orlando and Jaques. to meet; but mountains may be removed with Cel. You bring me out :-Soft! comes he 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 retire. Ros. Nay, I pray thee now, with most petitionary Jaq. I thank you for your company; but, good vehemence, tell me who it

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

Jag. God be with you ; let's meet as little as we Ros. Good my complexion ! dost thou think, though I am caparison'd like a man, I have a Orl. I do desire we may be better strangers. doublet and hose in my disposition? One inch of Jag. I pray you, mar no more trees with

writing delay more is a South-sea-off discovery. I prythee, love-songs in their barks. tell me, who is it? quickly, and speak apace: 1 Orl. I pray you, mar no more of my verses with would thou could'st stammer, that thou might'st reading them ill-favouredly. pour 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 Jag. 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, when

Cel. So you may put a man in your belly. 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 Orł. Just as high as my heart. beard?

Jag. 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 tions. wrestler's heels, and your heart, both in an instant. Jaq. You have a nimble wit; 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.2

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. Ros. Alas the day! what shall I do with my

myself; against whom I know most faults.

Jag. The worst fault you have, is to be in love. doublet and hose ?-What did he, when thou saw'st Orl. 'Tis a fault I will not change for


best him? What said he? How look'd he? Wherein || virtue. I am weary of you. went be?3 What makes he here? Did he ask for Jaq. By my troth, I was seeking for a fool, me? 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'sA mouth first : 'tis a word too great for any mouth of this

Jaq. There shall I see mine own figure.

Orl. Which I take to be either a fool, or a age's size : To say, ay, and no, to these particulars, is more than to answer in a catechism.

Cypher. Ros. But doth he know that I am in the forest, good signior love.

Jaq. I'll tarry no longer with you : farewell, 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 forrard. (1) Out of all measure.

(4) The giant of Rabelais. (5) Motes. (2) Speak seriously and honestly.

(6) An allusion to the moral sentences on old (3) How was he dressed ?

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Ros. I will speak to him like a saucy lacquey,|| Ros. There is none of my uncle's marks upon you: and under that habit play the knave with himn.- 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 lean cheek; 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 ;3 which you have not: a beard Ros. Then there is no true lover in the forest ; || neglected; which you have not :--but I pardon else sighing every minute, and groaning every hour, Il you for that; for, simply, your havingt in beard 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 swift foot of time? had should be ungarter'd, your bonnet unbanded, your not that been as proper?

sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe untied, and every Ros. By no means, sir ; Time travels in divers | thing about you demonstrating a careless desolation. paces with divers persons: I'll tell you who time But you are no such man; you are rather pointambles 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 pry'thee, who doth he trot withal. Orl. Fair youth, I would I could make thee be.

Ros. Marry, he trots hard with a young maid, || lieve I love. between the contract of her marriage, and the day Ros. Me believe it? you may as soon make her it is solemnized : if the interim be but a se'nnighi, that you love believe it; which, I warrant, she is time's pace is so hard that it seenis 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 he Ros. With a priest that lacks Latin, and a rich that hangs the verses on the trees, wherein Rosaman that hath not the gout: for the one sleeps ea-llind is so admired? sily, because he cannot study; and the other lives Orl. I swear to thee, youth, by the white hand merrily, because he feels 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 penu- | -peak? ry: These time ambles withal.

Orl. Neither rhyme 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 softly as foot can fall, he thinks himseli too || deserves as well a dark house and a whip, as mad. soon there.

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

ished and cured, is, that the lunacy is so ordinary, Ros. With lawyers in the vacation: for they sleep | that the whippers are in love too : Yet I profess between term and term, and then they perceive not curing it by counsel. how time moves.

Ori. 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 native of this place?

being but a moonisho youth, grieve, be effeminate, Ros. As the coney, that you see dwell where || changeable, longing, and liking; proud, fantastishe 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. passion 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-land2 man; one that swear him; now weep for him, then spit at him; knew courtship too well, for there he fell in love. that I drave my suitor from his mad humour of love, I have heard him read many lectures against it: 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 offences 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 Orl. Can you remember any of the principalliver 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.

Ros. 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 fauli came to me 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 elegies on brambles; all, forsooth, Orl. With all my heart, good youth. deifying the name of Rosalind : if I could meet Ros. Nay, you must call me Rosalind :--Come, that fancy-monger, I would give him some good sister, will you go?

[Ereunt. counsel, for be seems to have the quotidian of love upon him.

SCENE III.- 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) Sequestered. (2) Civilized. (3) A spirit averse to conversation. (4) Estate.

(5) Over-exact. (6) Variable.

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up your goats, Audrey: And how, Audrey ? am Ill. 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 callt: 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: l'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. Oknowledge ill-inhabited !2 worse than Jaq. Will you be married, motley ? Jove in a thatch'd house!

(Aside. Touch. As the ox hath his bow, sir, the horse Touch. When a man's verses cannot be under his curb, and the faulcon 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 breedTruly, I would the gods had made thee poetical. ling, 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 poetry is the together as they join wainscot; then one of you most feigning; and lovers are given to poetry ; and will prove a shrunk pannel, and, like green 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 swear'st to me, thou it will be a good excuse for me hereafter to leave art honest ; now, if thou wert a poet, I might have my wife.

(Aside. some hope thou didst feign.

Jaq. 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-favour'd: 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

Leave me not behi' thee ; the gods make me honest !

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

Begone, I say, a foul slut, were to put good meat into an unclean

I will not to wedding wi' thee. dish.

(Exe. Jaq. Touch. and Audrey. Aud. I am not a slut, though I thank the gods 1 Sir Oli. 'Tis no matter; ne'er a fantastical knave am foul.4

of them all shall fout me out of my calling. (Ex. Touch. Well, praised be the gods for thy foul. | SCENE IV.-The same. Before a Cottage. ness ! sluttishness may come hereafter. But be it

Enter Rosalind and Celia. as it may be, I will marry thee: and to that end I 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 prythee; but yet have the grace to place of the forest, and to couple us.

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

Ros. But have I not cause to weep? Aud. Well, the gods give us joy!

Cel. As good cause as one would desire ; thereTouch. Amen. A man may, if he were of a


weep fearful heart, stagger in this attempt; for here we Ros. His very hair is of the dissembling colour. have no temple but the wood, no assembly but Cel. Something browner than Judas's : marry, horn-beasts. But what though? Courage! As his kisses are Judas's own children. 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 chesniut 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 deer hath Cel. He hath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana : them as huge as the rascal.5 Is the single man a nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more relitherefore blessed ? No: as a wallid 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 amorning, and comes not? bachelor: and by how much defeuceb is better than Cel. Nay certainly, there is no truth in him. no skill, by so much is a horn more precious than Ros. Do you think so? to want.

Cel. Yes : 1 think he is not a pick-purse, nor a Enter 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 wormare well mnet: 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 marriage 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) IIl-lodged. (3) A fool with matter in him. (4) Homely. (6) The art of fencing. (7) God reward you. (5) Lean deer are called rascal deer.

(8) Yoke.


both the 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. Aftlict 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 him, of as good as be: so he might be your mother, laugh'd, and let me go. But what talk we of fathers, That you insult, exult, and all at once, when there is such a man as Orlando?

Over the wretched? What though you have more Ce. O, that's a brave man! he writes brave

beauty, verses, speaks 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:as a puny tilter, 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 life!
Enter Corin.

I think, she means to tangle my eyes too :-

No, 'faith, proud mistress, hope not after it; Cor. Mistress, and master, you have oft inquired | 'Tis not your inky brows, your black-silk hair, After the shepherd that complain'd of love; Your bugle eye-balls, nor your cheek of cream, Who you saw sitting by me on the turf,

That can entame my spirits to your worship.--Praising the proud disdainful shepherdess You foolish shepherd, wherefore do you follow her, That was his mistress.

Like foggy south, puffing 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 fools as you, Between the pale complexion 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 bence a little, and I shall conduct you, And out of you she sees berself more proper, If you will mark it.

Than any of her lineaments can show her. Ros.

O, 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 markets :

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

So take her to thee, shepherd ;-fare you well. Sil. Sweet Phebe, do not scom me; do not, Phe. Sweet youth, I pray you chide a year toPhebe :

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 accustoin'd eight of death makes 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 dies 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 thee, for I would not injure thee.

'Tis at the tuft of olives, here hard by :Thou tell’st me, there is murder in mine

eye: Will you go, sister?--Shepherd, ply her hard :'Tis pretty, 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 atomies,- None could be so abus'd in sight as be. Should be call'd tyrants, butchers, murderers ! Come, to our flock. (Exe. Ros. Cel. and Cor. Now I do frown on thee with all my heart; Phe. Dead shepherd! now I find thy saw of might; And, if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight? thee;

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

Ha! what say'st thou, Silvius ? Or, if thou canst not, O, for shame, for shame, Sil. Sweet Phebe, pity me. Lie not, to say mine eyes are 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 extirmin'd. Thy palm some moment keeps: but now mine eyes, Phe. Thou hast my love ; Is not that neighbourly? Which I have darted at thee, burt 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,3 | 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) Love. 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

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.
Phe. Know'st thou the youth that spoke to me

Enter Orlando.
ere while ?

Ros. And your experience makes you sad: I Sil. Not very well, but I have met him oft; 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 carlotl once was master of.

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

blank verse.

[Exit. 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; disableall the bene. It 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,Orlando! Did make offence, his eye did heal it up.

Where have you been all this while? You a lover? He is not tall; yet for his years he's tall:

An you serve me such another trick, never come His leg is but so so; and yet 'tis well:

in my sight more. 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 that mix'd in his cheek; 'twas just the dif- 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 woo'd of 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? Si. Phebe, with all my heart.

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

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. urined in his fortune, and prevents the slander of I will be bitter with him, and passing short : his wife. Go with me, Silvius.

(Excunt. 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 ACT IV.

Rosalind of a better leer than you.

Ros. Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in SCENE I.-The same. Enter Rosalind, Celia,

a holiday humour, and like enough to consent:and Jaques.

What would you say to me now, an I were your Jaq. I pr’ythee, 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 Jag. I am so; I do love it better than laughing. I 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? Jaq. I have neither the scholar's melancholy, Ros. Then she puts you to entreaty, 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 ;3 Ros. Marry, that should you, if I were your nor the lover's, which is all these: but it is a mel-mistress; or I should think my honesty ranker than ancholy 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 Í your Rosalind ? sadness.

Orl. I take some joy to say you are, 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 have lands, to see other men's; then, to have seen much, you.

(1) Peasant. (2) Silly. 73 Tritling (4) Undervalue. (5) Complexion.

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