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S СЕ N E II.
Changes to the FOREST.

Enter Orlando,
Orla. H ANG there, my verse, in witness of

my And thou thrice-crowned Queen of Night survey, With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above,

Thy huntress' name that my full life doth sway, O Rosalind! these trees shall be my books,

And in their barks my thoughts I'll character; That every eye, which in this Forest looks,

Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where. Run, run, Orlando, carve, on every tree, The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive She.

[Exit, S CE N E

III. Enter Corin and Clown. Cor. And how like you this shepherd's life, Mr. Touchstone?

Clo. “ Truly, shepherd in respect of itself, it is a “ good life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, “ it is naught. In respect that it is folitary, I like " it very well; but in respect that it is private, it is “ a very vile life.

vile life. Now in respect it is in the fields, “ it pleaseth me well; but in respect it is not in the “ Court, it is tedious. As it is a spare life, look you, 6. it fits my humour well; but as there is no more

plenty in it, it goes much against my stomach. “ Haft any philosophy in thee, Thepherd?

Cor. “ No more, but that I know, the more one “ fickens, the worse at ease he is : and that he, that “ wants miony, means, and content, is without three good friends. That the property of rain is to wet,

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*s and fire to burn: that good pasture makes fat 6 sheep; and that a great cause of the night, is lack cc of the Sun: and that he that hath learned no wit « by nature nor art, may complain of gross breed6c ing, or comes of a very dull kindred.

Clo. Such a one is a natural philosopher. Wast ever in Court, shepherd ?

Cor. No, truly.
Clo. Then thou art damn'd.
Cor. Nay, I hope

Clo. Truly, thou art damn'd, like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side.

Cor. For not being at Court? your reason.

Clo.? Why, if thou never wast at Court, thou never saw'st good manners; if thou never saw'st good manners, then thy manners must be wicked; and

i He that thath learned no wit by nature or art, may complain of Good breeding, or comes of very dull kindred.] Common sense requires us to read,

may complain of Gross breeding. The Oxford editor has greatly improved this emendation by reading, bad breeding.

2 Such a one is a natural philosopher.] The shepherd had said all the Philosophy, he knew was the property of things, that rain wetted, fire burnt, &c. And the Clown's reply, in a satire on Phyficks or Natural Philosophy, though introduced with a quib. ble, is extremely just. For the Natural Philosopher is indeed as ignorant (notwithstanding all his parade of knowledge) of the efficient cause of things as the Rustic. It appears, from a thouland instances, that our poet was well acquainted with the Phyfics of his time: and his great penetration enabled him to see this remediless defect of it.

3 Why, if thou never wast at Court, thou never saws good manners; if thou never, &c.] This reasoning is drawn up in imitation of Friar John's to Panurge in Rablais. Si tu es Coquu, ergo ta femme sera belle ; ergo tu seras bien traité d'elle ; ergo tu auras des Amis beaucoup ; ergo tu seras sauvé. The last inference is pleasantly drawn from the popish doctrine of the intercession of Saints. And, I suppose, our jocular English proverb, concerning this matter, was founded in Friar John's logic.

wickedness is sin, and fin is damnation: thou art in a parlous state, shepherd.

Cor. Not a whit, Touchstone : those, that are good manners at the Court, are as ridiculous in the Country, as the behaviour of the Country is most mockable at the Court. You told me, you salute not at the Court, but you

kiss your hands; that courtesie would be uncleanly, if Courtiers were shepherds.

Clo. Instance, briefly; come, instance.

Cor. Why, we are still handling our ewes; and their fels, you know, are greafie.

Clo. Why, do not your Courtiers hands sweat? and is not the grease of a mutton as wholsome as the sweat of a man? shallow, shallow ; -a better inftance, I say: come.

Cor. Besides, our hands are hard.

Clo. Your lips will feel them the sooner. Shallow again :- more founder instance, come.

Cor. And they are often tarr'd over with the surgery of our sheep; and would you have us kiss tarr? the Courtier's hands are perfumed with civet.

Clo. Most shallow man! thou worms-meat; in respect of a good piece of Aesh, indeed! learn of the wise and perpend; civet is of a baser birth than tarr ;

uncleanly Alux of a cat. Mend the instance, shepherd

Cor. You have too courtly a wit for me; I'll reft.

Clo. Wilt thou rest damn'd? God help thee, shallow man; God 4 make incision in thee, thou art raw.

4 make incision in thee,] To make incision was a proverbial expression then in vogue, to make to understand. So in Beaumont and Fletcher's Humourous Lieutenant,

O excellent King,
Thus he begins, thou life and light of creatures
Angel-ey'd King, vouchsafe at length thy favour ;

And so proceeds to incision
i. e. to make him understand what he would be at.

Cor.

Cor. Sir, I am a true labourer, I earn that I eat; get

that I wear; owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness; glad of other men's good, content with

my harm; and the greatest of my pride is, to see 'my ewes graze, and my lambs suck.

Cío. That is another simple sin in you, to bring the ewes and the rams together; and to offer to get your living by the copulation of cattle; to be a bawd to a bell-weather; and to betray a she-lamb of a twelve-month to a crooked-pated old cuckoldly ram, out of all reasonable match. If thou be'st not damn'd for this, the devil himself will have no shepherds ; I cannot see else how thou should'st 'scape.

Cor. Here comes young Mr. Ganimed, my new mistress's brother,

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N E VI.
Enter Rosalind, with a paper.
Ros. From the east to western Inde,

No jewel is like Rosalind.
Her worth, being mounted on the wind,
Through all the world bears Rosalind.
All the pictures, faireft lin’d,
Are but black to Rosalind;
Let no face be kept in mind,
But the face of Rosalind,

Clo. I'll rhime you fo, eight years together ; din. ners, and suppers, and sleeping hours excepted: it is the right butter-women's rank to market,

Rof. Out, fool!
Clo. For a taste.

If a bart doth lack a hind,
Let him seek out Rosalind,
If the cat will after kind,
So, be sure, will Rosalind.

Winter garments must be lin'd,
So must sender Rosalind.
They, that reap, must leaf and bind;
Tben to Cart with Rofalind.
Sweetest nut bath fowrest rind,
Such a nut is Rosalind.
He that sweetest rose will find,
Must find love's prick, and Rosalind.

This is the very false gallop of verses; why do you infect yourself with them?

Rof. Peace, you dull fool, I found them on a tree. Clo. Truly, the tree yields bad fruit.

Rof. I'll graff it with you, and then I shall graff it with a medler; then it will be the earliest fruit i th' country; for you'll be rotten ere you be half ripe, and that's the right virtue of the medler.

Clo. You have said; but whether wisely or no, 5 let the Forester judge.

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Enter Celia, with a writing. Ros. Peace, here comes my Sister reading; ftand aside.

Cel. Why Mould this a Defart be;

For it is unpeopled? No;
Tongues Pll hang on every tree;

That shall civil sayings Mow.
Some, how brief ihe life of man

Runs bis erring pilgrimage;
That the stretching of a span

Buckles in his sum of age ; 3 Let the Forest judge.) We should read FORESTER, i. e, the shepherd who was there present.

Some

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