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« Frosty, but kindly; let me go with you ;'
Orla. Oh! good old man, how well in thee appears
Adam. Master, go on; and I will follow thee
S CE N E IV.
Changes to the FOREST of Arden. Enter Rosalind in Boy's cloaths for Ganimed, Celia
drejt like a Shepherdess for Aliena, and Clown. Ros." Jupiter! how weary are my spirits?
Clo, I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary.
2 Jupiter ! how MERRY are my spirits?] And yet within the space of one intervening line, the lays, she could find in her heart to disgrace her man's apparel, and cry like a woman. should be, - bow WBARY are my spirits? And the Clown's reply makes this reading certain.
Rof. I could find in my heart to difgrace my man's apparel, and cry like a woman; but I must comfort the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to show it self courageous to petticoat; therefore, courage, good Aliena.
Cel. I pray you, bear with me, I cannot go no further.
Clo. For my part, I had rather bear with you, than bear you ; yet I should bear no Cross, if I did bear you ; for, I think, you have no mony in
your purse. Rof. Well, this is the forest of Arden.
Clo. Ay; now I am in Arden, the more fool I; when I was at home, I was in a better place; but travellers must be content.
Rof. Ay, be so, good Touchstone : look you, who comes here ; a young man and an old in solemn talk,
Enter Corin and Silvius. Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you still. Sil. O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love her! Corin. 1 partly guess; for I have lov'd ere now.
Sil. No, Corin, being old, thou can'st not guess, Tho' in thy youth thou wast as true a lover, As ever sigh'd 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 fantasie?
Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
Sil. · O, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily ; • If thou remember’st not the slightest folly, « That ever love did make thee run into; • Thou hast not lov'd. « Or if thou hast not fate as I do now,
Wearying the hearer in thy mistress praise, 6 Thou hast not lov’d. « Or if thou haft not broke from company
Abruptly, as my passion now makes me;
[Exit Sil. Rof. Alas, poor Shepherd! searching of thy wound, I have by hard adventure found my own.
Clo. ic And I mine; I remember, when I was in “ love, I broke my sword upon a stone, and bid 6 him take that for coming a-nights to Jane Smile ; " and I remember the kisling of her batlet, and the “ cow's dugs that her pretty chopt hands had milk'd; “ and I remember the wooing of a peafcod instead “ of her, from whom I took two cods, and giving “ her them again, faid with weeping tears, wear these “ for my fake. We, that are true lovers, run into “ strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is .“ all nature in love mortal in folly.”
Rof. Thou speak'st wiser, than thou art ware of.
Clo. Nay, I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit, 'till I break my shins against it.
Rof. Jove! Fove! this Shepherd's passion is much upon my fashion,
Clo. And mine; but it grows something stale with me.
Cel. I pray you, one of you question yond man,
Clo. Holla; you, Clown!
. Peace, I say; good Even to you, friend.
Cor. Fair Sir, I pity her,
will feed on; but what is, come fee; And in my voice most welcome shall . Rof. What is he, that shall buy his flock and
pasture! Cor. That young swain, that you saw here but ere
while, That little cares for buying any thing.
Rof. I pray thee, if it stand with honesty,
Cel. And we will mend thy wages.
Cor. Assuredly, the thing is to be fold;
S CE N E V.
And tune bis merry note,
Here shall be see
Jaq. More, more, I pr’ythee, more.
Jaques. Jaq: I thank it; more, I proythee, more; I can suck melancholy out of a Song, as a weazel fucks eggs : more, I prythee, more.
Ami. My voice is rugged; I know, I cannot please you.
Jaq. “ I do not desire you to please me, I do de« fire you to sing;” come, come, another stanzo; call you 'em stanzo's?
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 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, sing; and you that will not, hold your tongues--
Ami. Well, I'll end the song, 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 disputable for my company : I think of as many matters as he, but I give heav'n thanks, and make no boast of them. Come, warble, come.