Imatges de pÓgina


go no further.

Rof. I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel, and cry like a woman ; but I must comfort the Meaker veffel, as doublet and hose ought to thow itself courageous to petticoat; therefore, courage, good Aliena. Cel . I pray you, bear with me,

I Clo. For my part, I had rather bear with you, than bear you; yet I thould bear no cross, if I did bear you ; for, I think, you have no money in your purse.

Rol. Well, this is the forest of Arden.

Clo. Ay; now I am în Erden, the more fool T; when I was at home, I was in a better place ; but travellers must be content.

Ros. 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

fill. Sil. O Corin, that thou knew 'ft how I do love her! Cor. I partly guess; for I have lov'd ere now.

Sil. No, Corin, being old, thou can'it noc guess,
Tho' in thy youth thou wast as true a lover,
As ever figh'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 moft ridiculous
Haft thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?

Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten.

Sil. O, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily;
If thou remember't not the flighteft folly,
That ever love did make thee run into ;
Thou hast not lov'd...
Or if thou hast hot fate as I do now,
Wearying the hearer in thy mistress praife,
Thou hait not lov'd.
Or if thou hatt not broke from company,
Abruptly, as my passion now makes me;


the contrary disposition. Mr. Warburton and I, both, concurr'd in con jecturing it should be, as I have reform'd it in the text;- buw weary are my Spirits ? N 2


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my fashion.

Thou hast not lov.d.-
O Pbebe, Pbebe, Pbebe!

[Exit 51). Rol Alas, poor Depherd ! searching of thy wound, I have by hard adventure found my own.

Clo. And I mine; I remember, when I was in love, I broke my sword upon a lone, and bid him take that for coming a-nights to Jane Smile; and I remember the killing of her batlet, and the cow's dugs that her pretty chopt hands had milk’d; and I remember the wooing of a peascod 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 Irange capers; but as all is, mortal in nature, fo is all nature in love mortal in folly.

Rof. Thou speak's wiser, than thou art ware of.

Clo. Nay, I shall ne'er be ware of minę own wit, till I break my shins against it.

Rof. Jove! Jove! this shepherd's passion is much upon

Cla. And mine, but it grows something fale with me. 1. Cel. I pray you, one of you question yond man, If he for gold will give us any food; I faint almost to death. Clo. Holla you, Clown! Rof. Peace, fool; he's not thy kinsman. Cor. Who calls ? Clo. Your betters: Sir. I Cor. Else they are very wretched. Rof. Peace, I say; good even to you, friend. Cir. And to you, gentle Sir, a

Ref. I pr’ythee, thepherd, if that love or gold
Can in this desart place buy entertainment,
bring us where we may relt ourselves, and feed;
Here's a loung maid with travel much oppress’d,
And faint: for succour.

Cor. Fair vir, I pity her,
And with, for her fake more than for mine own,
My fortunes were more able to relieve her ;
But I am Shepherd to another man,
And do not theer the fleeces that I graze;

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AS YOU LIKE IT. 293 My master is of churlish disposition, Add little wreaks to find the way to heav'a"" TF_97 deeds :

RI Besides, his coate, his flocks, and bounds of feed Are now on sale, and at our sheep-coate now, I 7d 906.4. By rema

of his absence, there is nothing buh...) That will feed on; but what iscome fee; And in my voice most welcome shall you be. 777 cm

Rof: What is he, that shall buy his fock and paftore?

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,'. Buy thou the cottage, fafture, and the flocks' il band And thou shalt have to pay for it of us. obfi niti

Cel. And we will mend thy wages. 30 lt I like this place, and willingly could walte My time in it.

Cor. Assuredly the thing is to be fold; Go with me, if you like, upon report, The soil, the profit, and this kind of life, 'l'! I will your very faithful feeder be; And buy it with your gold right suddenly. 1! (Exeunte

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SCENE changes to a desart Part of the


Enter Amiens, Jaques, and others.

Under the green-wood tree,
Who loves to lie with me,
And tune his merry note,
Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:

Here shall he see

But winter and rough weather.

Jaq. More, more, I pr'ythee, more.

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Aini Ami. It will make you melancholy, Monsieur Jaques.

fag. I thank it; more, I pr’ychee, more; I can fuck melancholy out of a song, as a weazle sucks eggs: more, I pi'ychee, more.

Ami. My voice is rugged; I know, I cannot please you.

729. I do not desire you to please me, I do desire you to fing; come, come, another stanzo; call you 'em stanzo's?

Ami. What you will, Monsieur Jaques.

Jag. Nay, I care not for their names, they owe me. nothing. Will you fing?

Ami. More at your request, than to please myfelf.

Jag. 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, fing; 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.

Faq. And I have been all this day, to avoid him. He is too disputable for my company : I think of as many matiers as he, but I give heav'n thanks, and make no boast of them. Come, warble, come.

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Who doth ambition fhun,
And loves to lie i'th' sun,
Seeking the food, he eats,
And pleas'd with what he gets ;
Come hither, come hithers come hithers;

Here shall he fee

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No enemy,

But winter and rough weather.
701 I'll give you a verse to this note, that I made.
yellerday in despight of my invention,

Ami. And I'll sing it.
Jug. Thus it goes.
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If it do come to pass,
That any man turn afs;
Leaving his wealth and ease
A stubborn will to please,
Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame;

Here shall he fee

Grofs fools as he,
And if he will come to me,

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Ami What's that ducdame?

Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle. I'll go sleep if I can ; if I cannot, I'll rail againit all the first-born of Egypt.

Ami. And I'll go seek the Duke: his banquet is prepar’d.

[Exeunt, severally. 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. Farem wel, kind master.

Orla. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee? live a little; comfort a little; cheer thyself a little. If this uncouth forelt yield any thing savage, I will either be food for it, or bring it for food to thee: thy conceit is nearer deach, than thy powers. For my fake be comfortable, hold death a while at the arm's end: I will be here with thee presently, and if I bring thee not some... thing to eat, I'll give thee leave to die. But if thou: dielt before I come, thou are a mocker of my labour.. Well said, thou look'it cheerly. And I'll be with thee quickly ; yet thou lieft 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 any thing in this defart. Cheerly,

[Exeunt. Enter Duke Sen. and Lords. [A table set out. Duke Sen. I think, he is transform'd into a bealt, For I can no where find him like a man. 1. Lord. My Lord, he is but even now.gone hence :


good Adam.


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