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Mof friendship is feigning; moft loving mere folly: di Therr heigh ho, the holly ! TOGA I condiited This life is most jolly.

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Pernilari, As friend remembred not.. Heigh ho! fing, &c. Duke Sen. If that you were the good Sir Rowland's fong. As you have whisper'd faithfully you were; in b1A And as mine eye doth his effigies witness,

19 FIT Most truly limn'd, and living in your face,.. to. 3' <I Be truly welcome hither. I'm the Duke, That loy'd your father. The residue of your fortune: Go to my cave and tell me. Good old

man, Thou art right welcome, as thy master is ; Support him by the arm; give me your hand, And let me all your fortunes underttand. Exeunt! 20202020202020202020

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But were I not, the better part made mercy,
I should not seck an absent argument
Of my reyenge, thou present; But look to it;
Find out thy brother, whereloe'er he is;
Seçk him with candle: Bring him.dead or living,

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Within this twelvemonth; or turn thou no more
To seek a living in our territory.
Thy lands and all things that thou dost call thine,
Worth seizure, do we leize into our hands;
'Till thou can't quit thee by thy brother's mouth,
Of what we think against thee.

Oli. Oh, that your Highness knew my heart in this: I never lov'd my brother in my life.

Duke. More villain thou. Well, put him out of doors; And let my officers of such a nature Make an extent upon his house and lands : Do this expediently, and turn him going. [Exeuntó. SCENE changes to the Forest.

Enter Orlando. Orla.

And thou thrice crowned Queen of nightfutvey, With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above,

Thy huntress' name that my full life doth sway. o Rofalind! 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.

Enter Corin and Clown.. Car. And how like you this shepherd's life, Mr. Toucha

Clo. Truly, shepherd, in respect of itfelf, 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. 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, it fits my humour well; but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much against my ft diach. Haft any philosophy in thee, shepherd.


fone ?

Cor. No more, but that I know, the more one fickens: the worse at ease he is : And that he, that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends. Thasthe property of rain is to wet, and fire to burn: That; good pasture makes fat theep; and that a great èaufe of the night, is lack of the fun: That he, that hash; learned no wit by nature nor art, may complain of good: breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred.

Clo. Sach a one is a natural philofopher... Waft ever in. court, shepherd?

Cor. No, truly. Clo. Then thou art damn'd. Gor. 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 reafon.

Clo, Why, if thou never wast at court, thou never. saw'it good manners,; if thou never faw'st good manners, , then thy manners must be wicked ; and wickedness is fin, and fin is damnation : Thou art in a parlous dlate, thepherd.

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

You told me, you falute not at the court, but you kiss your hands; that courtesy would be uncleanly, if courtiers were shepherds.

Clo. Instance, briefly; come, infance.

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

Clo. Why, do not your courtiers hands sweat? and is. not the grease of a mutton as wholsome as the sweat of a. mani thallow, shallow;- a better instance, I say: Come..

Cor. Besides, our hands are hard.
Clo. Your lips will feel them the sooner. Shallow again:

a more sounder instance, come. Cor. And they are often tarr'd over with the surgery of our theep; and would you have us kiss tar the courtie,'s hands are perfumed with civet.




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Clo. Moft shallow man! thou worms-meat, in refpect
of a good piece of flesh, indeed! learn of the wise and
perpend; civit is of a baser birth than cars the very un-
cleanly flux of a cat. Mend the infance, shepherd.

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

Clo. Wilt thou reft damn'd: God help thee, Thallow man; God make incision in thee, thou art raw."

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.

Clo, That is another simple fin in you, to bring thé! ewes and the rams together; and to offer to get your. Jiving by the copulation of cattle; to be a bawd to a. bell-weather; and to betray a she-lamb of a twelvemonth to a crooked-pated old cuckoldly ram, out of all reasonable match. If thou be't not damn'd for this, the devil himself will have no fhepherds ;; I cannot see else how thou should'tt ’scape.

Cor. Here comes young Mr. Ganymed, my new mit tress's brother.

Enter Rosalind, with a papers
RS: From the east to weftern Inde,

No jewel is like Rofalind.
Her worth, being mounted on the wind,,
Through all the world bears Rosalind,
All the pictures faireft lin de
Are but black to Rosalind sind wie eis?
Let no face be kept in mindow as

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Cló. I'll shime you so, eight years together ; dinners, and suppers, and sleeping hours excepted: It is the right butter-women's rank to market.

Rol. Out, fool!
Glo. For a taste.


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(14) If a hart doth lack a hind, Let him feek out Rosalind.

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If the cat will after kind,
m2 v So, be fore, will Rosalindi

Winter garments must be lind, 1 AUT: 65
So must Hender Rosalind. 35 66. 3761"
5: They, that reap, must Theaf and bindisid

Then to cart with Rosalinde

Sweetest nur hath fowrelt rind, sitika 1 Such a not is Rosalind.

He that sweetest rose will findi

Matt find love's prick, and Rosalind." "This is the very false gallop of verses; why do you inte feet yourself with them???

por even Roj. Peate, you dull. fool, I found them on a tree. rivil Clom Traly, the tree yields bad fruit. 135 173339333

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

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

Exter Celia, ruith a writing.
Rof: Peace, here comes my fifter reading; ftand afide,
Cel. Why should this a defart be,

For it is unpeopled? no;
Tongues I'll hang on every tree,

That shall civil sayings show.
Some, how brief the life of man

Runs his erring pilgrimage;
That the stretching of a span

Buckles in his sum of age ; (14) If a bart dotb lack a bind, &c.] The poet, in arraigning this species of versification, seems not only to satirize the mode, that so much prevail'd in his time, of writing fonnets and madrigals; but tacitly to fneer the levity of Dr. Thomas Lodge, a grave physician in Queen Elizabetb's reign, who was very fertile of paftoral fongs; and who wrote a whole book of poems in the praise of his mistress, whom he calls Rosalindo


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