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

Duke. More villain thou. Well-Pufh him out of doors;

And let my officers of fuch a nature

Make an Extent upon his house and lands:
Do this expediently, and turn him going.

Orla

SCENE II.

Changes to the FOREST.

Enter Orlando.

[Exeunt.

Hang there, my verfe, in witness of my

love;

And thou, thrice-crowned Queen of night, furvey, With thy chafte eye, from thy pale fphere above, Thy huntress' name that my full life doth fway. Rofalind! thefe trees fhall be my books, And in their barks my thoughts I'll character;' That every eye, which in this Forest looks, Shall fee thy virtue witnefs'd every where. Run, run, Orlando, carve, on every tree,

The fair, the chafte, and unexpreffive She". [Exit.

SCENE III.

Enter Corin and Clown.

Cor. And how like you this fhepherd's life, Mr. Touchstone?

4 Expediently.] This is, expeditiously.

5 Thrice-crowned Queen of night.] Alluding to the triple character of Proferpine, Cynthia, and Diana, given by fome Mythologifts to the fame God

drefs, and comprised in these me-
morial lines:

Terret, luftrat, agit, Profer-
pina, Luna, Diana,
Ima, fuperna, feras, jceptro,
fulgore, fagittis.
6Unexpreffive, for inexpreffible.

Clo

Clo. Truly, fhepherd, in refpe&t of itself, it is a good life; but in refpect that it is a fhepherd's life, it is naught. In refpect that it is folitary, I like it very well; but in refpect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now in refpect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in refpect it is not in the Court, it is tedious. As it is a fpare life, look you, it fits my humour well; but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much against my stomach. Haft any philofophy in thee, fhepherd?

Cor. No more, but that I know, the more one fickens, the worfe at eafe he is: and that he, that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends. That the property of rain is to wet, and fire to burn: that good pafture makes fat fheep; and that a great caufe of the night, is lack of the Sun: that he, that hath learned no wit by nature nor art, may complain of good breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred.

Clo. Such a one is a natural philofopher. Waft ever in Court, fhepherd?

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Cor.

breeding. In the last line of the Merchant of Venice we find that to fear the keeping is to fear the not keeping.

8. Such a one is a natural philo fopher.] The fhepherd had faid all the Philofophy he knew was the property of things, that rain wetted, fire burnt, &c. And the Clown's reply, in a fatire on Phyficks or Natural Philofophy, though introduced with a quib. ble, is extremely juft. For the Natural Philofopher is indeed as ignorant (notwithstanding all his parade of knowledge) of the efficient caufe of things as the Ruftic. It appears, from a thou

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Cor. No, truly.

Clo. Then thou art damn'd.

Cor. Nay, I hope

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

Cor. For not being at Court? your reafon.

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Clo. Why, if thou never waft at Court, thou never faw'ft good manners; if thou never faw'ft good manners, then thy manners must be wicked; and wickedness is fin, and fin is damnation: thou art in a parlous ftate, fhepherd.

Cor. Not a whit, Touchstone: thofe, 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 falute not at the Court, but you kifs your your hands; that courtefy would be uncleanly, if Courtiers were fhepherds.

Clo. Inftance, briefly; come, instance.

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

Clo. Why, do not your Courtiers' hands fweat? and is not the greafe of a mutton as wholefome as the fweat of a man? fhallow, fhallow!-a better instance, I fay: come.

Cor. Befides, our hands are hard.

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Clo. Your lips will feel them the fooner. Shallow again a more founder inftance, come.

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

Cle. Moft fhallow man!-thou worms-meat, in refpect of a good piece of flefh-indeed!-learn of the wife, and perpend. Civet is of a bafer birth than tarr; the very uncleanly flux of a cat. Mend the inftance, fhepherd.

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

Clo. Wilt thou reft damn'd; God help thee, fhallow man; God make incifion 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 happinefs; glad of other men's good, content with my harm; and the greatest of my pride is, to fee my ewes graze, and my lambs fuck.

Clo. That is another fimple fin 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 fhe-lamb of a twelvemonth to a crooked-pated old cuckoldly ram, out of all reasonable match. If thou be'ft not damn'd for this, the devil himself will have no fhepherds; I cannot fee elfe how thou fhouldft 'fcape.

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

2 Make incifion in thee ] To make incifion was a proverbial expreffion then in vogue for, to make to understand, So in Beaumont and Fletcher's Humourous Lieute

nant.

O excellent King,

Angel-ey'd King, vouchsafe at
length thy favour;
And fo proceeds to incifion.

i. e. to make him underftand
what he would be at.

WARBURTON.
3 Bawd to a Belwether.] We-

Thus he begins, thou life and ther and Ram had anciently the

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SCENE IV.

Enter Rofalind, with a paper.

Rof. From the east to western Inde,
No jewel is like Rofalind,

Her worth, being mounted on the wind,
Through all the world bears Rofalind.
All the pictures, fairest limn'd,

Are but black to Rofalind.

Let no face be kept in mind,

But the face of Rofalind.

Clo. I'll rhime you fo, eight years together; dinners, and fuppers, and fleeping hours excepted: it is the right butter-woman's rate to market *.

Rof. Out, fool!

Clo. For a tafte.

If a bart doth lack a hind,
Let him feek out Rofalind.
If the cat will after kind,
So, be fure, will Rofalind.
Winter-garments must be lin'd,
So muft fender Rosalind.

They, that reap, muft fheaf and bind;
Then to Cart with Rofalind.

Sweetest nut bath fowreft rind,

Such a nut is Rofalind.

He that fweeteft rofe will find,

Muft find love's prick, and Rofalind.

This is the very falfe gallop of verfes; why do you infect yourself with them?

4 Rate to market. So Sir T. Hanmer. In the former Editions rank to market.

Rof.

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