Imatges de pàgina

Duke S. Why, how now, monsieur ! what a life The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders ? is this,

Who can come in, and say, that I mean her, That your poor friends must woo your company? When such a one as she, such is her neighbour ? What! you look merrily.

Or what is he of basest function,
Jaq. Á fool, a fool!I met a fool i' the forest, That says, his bravery is not on my cost
A motley fool;-a miserable world !-

(Thinking that I mean him,) but therein suits As I do live by food, I met a fool ;

His foily to the mettle of my speech?
Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun, There then; How, what then? Let me see wherein
And rail'd on lady Fortune in good terms, My longue hath wrong'd him : if it do him right,
In good set terms, -and yet a motley foul. Then he hath wrong'd himself; if he be free,
Good-morrow, foul, quoth I: No, sir, quoth he, Why then, my lasing like a wild goose flies,
Cull me not fool, tilt heaven hath'sent me forlune : Unclaim'd of any min.—But who comes here?
And then he drew a dial from his poke;

Enter Orlando, with his sword drawn.
And looking on it with lack-lustre eye,
Says, very wisely, It is len o'clock :

Orl. Forbear, and eat no more.
Thus may we see, quoth he, how the world wags :


Why, I have eat none yet. 'Tis but an hour ago, since it was nine ;

Ori. Nor shalt not, till necessity be serv'd. And after an hour inore, 'lwill be eleven;

Jaq. Of what kind 'should this cock come of ? And so, from hour to hour, we ripe, and ripe, Duke S. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy And then, from hour to hour, we rot, and rol,

distress; And thereby hangs u tale. When I did hear

Or else a rude despiser of good manners, The motley fool thus moral on the time,

That in civility thou seem'st so empty ? My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,

Orl. You touch'd my vein at first; the thorny That fools should be so deep-contemplative;

point And I did laugh, sans intermission,

or bare distress hath ta'en from me the show An hour by his dial.-0 noble fool!

of smooth civility: yet am I inland bred," A worthy fool! Motley's the only wear.' And know some nurture :* But forbear, I say; Duke S. What fool is this?

He dies, that touches any of this fruit, Jaq. 0 worthy fool !-One that hath been a Till I and my affairs are answered. courtier ;

Jaq. An you will not be answered with reason, And says, if ladies be but young, and fair, I must die. They have the gist to know it: and in his brain,- Duke $. What would you have? Your gentleWhich is as dry as the remainder bisket

ness shall force, After a voyage,- he hath strange places cramm’d More than your force move us to gentlenr is. With observation, the which he vents

Orl. I almost die for food, and let me have it. In mangled forms:--0, that I were a fool !

Duke S. Sit down and fecd, welcome to our I am ambitious for a mot'ey coat.

table. Duke S. Thou shalt have one.

Orl. Speak you so gently ? Pardon me, I pray Jaq: It is my only suit;

you: Provided, that you weed your better judgments I thoughi that all things had been savage here; of all opinion that grows rank in them,

And therefore put I on the countenance That I am wise. I must have liberty

or stern commandment: But whate'er you are, Withal, as large a charter as the wind,

That in this desert inaccessible, To blow on whom I please ; for so fools have: Under the shade of melancholy boughs, And they that are most galled with my folly, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; They most must laugh: And why, sir, must they so? If ever you have look'd on better days; The why is plain as way to parish church: If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church; He, that a fool doth very wisely hit,

If ever sat at any good man's seast; Doth very foolishly, although he smart,

If ever from your cye-lids wip'd a tear, Not to seem senseless of the bob: if not, And know what 'tiš to pity, and be pitied; The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd

Let gentleness iny sirung enforcement be: Even by the squandering glances of the fool.

In the which hope, I blush, and hide my sword. Invest me in my motley; give me leave

Duke S. True is it that we have seen better To speak my mind, and I will through and through

days; Cleanse the soul body of the infected world, And have with holy bell been knoll'd to church; If they will patiently receive my medicinc. And sat at good men's feasts; and wip'd our eyes Duke S. Fie on Chee! I can tell what thou or drops that sacred pity hath engenderd: would'st do.

And therefore sit you down in gentleness, Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do, but good ? And take upon command what help we have,

Duke S. Most mischievous foul sin, inchiding sin: That to your wanting may be ministred. For thou thyself hast been a libertine,

Orl. Then, but forbear your food a little while, As sensual as the brutish sting itsell;

Whiles, like a doe, I go to find my fawn, And all the embossed sores, and headed evils And give it food. There is an old poor man, That thou with license of free foot hast caught, Who after me hath many a weary step Would'st thou disgorge into the general world.

Limp'd in pure love; till he be first suffic'd, Jaq. Why, who cries out on pride,

Oppress'd with two werk evils, age and hunger, That can therein tax any private party?

I will not touch a bit. Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea,

Mike S.

Go find him out, Till that the very very means do ebb?

And we will nothing waste till you retum. What woman in the city do I name,

Orl. I thank ye; and be bless'd for your good When that I say, The city-woman bears


[Erit. (1) The fool was anciently dressed in a party- (2) Finery, (3) Well brought up. coloured coat.

(4) Good manners.

Duke S. Thou seest, we are not all alone un-|As you have whisper'd faithfully, you were; happy:

And as mhie eye doth his etligies witness This wide and universal theatre

Most truly limn'd, and living in your face, Presents more woful pageants than the scene Be truly welcome hither: I am the duke, Wherein we play in.

That lov'd your friher: The residue of your sortube, Jaq. All the world's a stage, uo to my cave and tell me.-Goud old

And all the men and women merely players : Thou ari right welcome as thy master is :
They have their exits, and their entrances; Support himn by the arm.-Give me your hand,
And one man in his time plays many parts, And let me all your fortunes understand. (Exr
His acts being seven aves. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms:
And then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel,
And shinin, morning face, creeping like snail

Unvillınly to school : And then, the lover;
Si hins like furnace, with a woful ballad

SCENE I. - A room in the palace. Enter Drike Mide to his mistress' eye-brow: Then, a soldier;

Frederick, Oliver, Lords, und allendants. Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,

Duke F. Not see him since? Sir, sir, that can. Jealous in hunour, sudden' and quick in quarrel,

not be: Seeking the bubble reputation

But were I not the better part made mercy,
Even in the cannon's mouth: And then, the justice; I should not seek an absent argument
In fair round belly, with good capon lin’d,

of my revenge, thou present: But look to it; With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,

Find out thy brother, wheresoe'er he is ; Full of wise saws and moderno instances,

Seek him with candle ; bring him dead or living, And so he plays his part: The sixth age


Within this twelvemonth, or turn thou no more Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon;

To seek a living in our territory, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side;.

Thy lands, and all things that ihou dost call thine, His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide

Worth seizure, do we seize into our hands : For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Till thou canst quit thee by thy brother's mouth, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes

Of what we think arainst thee. And whistles in his sound : Last scene of all,

Oli. O, that your highness knew my heart in this! That ends this strange eventful history,

I never lov'd my brother in my life. Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ;

Duke F. More villain thou.-Well, push him Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.

out of doors;
Re-enter Orlando, uith Adam.

And let my officers of such a nature
Duke S. Welcome: set down your venerable Do this expediently, and turn him going.

Make an extents upon his house and lands :

(Exe. burden, And let him feed.

SCENE II.- The Forest. Enter Orlando, with Orl, I thank you most for him.

a paper. Adım. So had you need ; I scarce can speak to thank you for myself. Orl. Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love:

Duke S. Welcome, Call to : I will not trouble you And, tho, thrice-crowned queen of night, survey As yet, to question you about your fortunes :- With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above, Give us some music; and, good cousin, sing. Thy huntress' name, that my fill life doth sway. Amiens sings.

O Rosalind! these trees shall be my books,

And in the'r barks my thoughts I'll character; SONG,

That every eye, which in this forest looks, 1.

Shall see thy virtue witness'd every w here. Blow, blowo, thou winter wind,

Run, run, Orlando ; carve, on every tree, Thou art not so unkind

|The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive' she. (Exlt. As man's ingratitude;

Enter Corin and Touchstone,
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,

Cor. And how like you this shepherd's lise, mas.
Although thy breath be rude.

ter Touchstone ? Heigh, ho! sing, heigh, ho! unto the green ho'ly : Touch. Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere is a good life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's folly :

lif:, it is naught. In respect that it is solitary, I Then, heigh, ho, the holly!

like it very well; but in respect that it is private, This life is most jolly.

it is a very vile life. Now in respect it is in the

fields, it pleaseth me well; but in respect it is not II.

in the co':rt, it is tedious. As it is a spare life, Freeze, freeze, thou biller sky,

look you, it fits my humour well; but as there is no That dost not bile so nigh,

more plenty in it, it goes much agains my stomach. As benefits for yol :

Hast thou any philosophy in thee, shepherd ? Though thou the waters warp,

Cor. No more, but that I know, the more one Thy sling is not so sharp

sickens, the worse at ease he is ; and that he that As friend remember'd' not.

wants monev, means, and content, is without three Heigh, ! sing, heigh, ho! fc.

good friends :- That the pronertv of rain is to wet,

and fire to burn: That rood pas'ure makes fat Duke S. If that you were the good sir Row-sheep; and that a great cause of the nicht, is lack land's son,

of the sun: That he, that hath learned no wit by (1) Violent,

(2) Trite, common. (5) Seize by legal process. (6) Expeditiously. (3) Unnatural.

(4) Remembering. (7) Inexpressible.

naturc nor art, may complain of good breeding, or dinners, and suppers, and sleeping hours excepted comes of a very dull kindred.

it is the right butter-woman's rank to marketa Touch. Such a one is a natural philosopher.- Ros. Out, fool! Wast ever in court, shepherd ?

Touch. For a taste : Cor. No, truly.

If a hart do lack a hind, Touch. Then Thou art damn'd.

Let him seek out Rosalind. Cor. Nay, I hope,

If the cal will after kind, Touch. Truly, thou art damn'd; like an ill

So, be sure, will Rosalind. roasted egg, all on one side.

Winter-garments must be lin'd, Cor. For not being at court? Your reason.

So must slender Rosalind. Touch. Why, if thou never wast at court, thou

They that reap, must sheaf and bind; never saw'st good manners; if thou never saw'st

Then to cart with Rosalind. good manners, then thy manners must be wicked;

Sweetest nul hath sourest rind, and wickedness is sin, and sin is damnation: Thou

Such a nut is Rosalind. art in a parlous state, shepherd.

He that sweetest rose will find, Cor. Not a whit, Touchstone: those, that are

Must find love's prick, and Rosalind. good manners, at the court, are as ridiculous in the country, as the behaviour of the country is most This is the very false gallop of verses; Why do mockable at the court. You told me, you salute you infect yourself with them? not at the court, but you kiss your hands; that

Ros. Peace, you dull fool; I found them on a tree. courtesy, would be uncleanly, if courtiers were

Touch. Truly, the tree yields bad fruit. shepherds.

Ros. I'll graff it with you, and then I shall graft Touch. Instance, briefly; come, instance.

it with a medlar: then it will be the earliest fruit Cor: Why, we are still handling our ewes; and in the country: for you'll be rotten ere you be hall their fells, you know, are greasy.

ripe, and that's the right virtue of the medlar. Touch.' Why, do not your courtier's hands

Touch. You have said; but whether wisely or sweat ? and is not the grease of a mutton as whole- no, let the forest judge. some as the sweat of a man? Shallow, shallow:

Enter Celia, reading a paper.
A better instance, I say; come.
Cor. Besides, our hands are hard.

Ros. Peace!
Touch. Your lips will feel them the sooner. Here comes my sister, reading ; stand aside.
Shallow, again: A more sounder instance, come, Cel. Why should this desert silent be ?

Cor. And they are often tarr'd over with the Für it is unpeopled ? No; surgery of our sheep; And would you have us kiss Tongiles l'u hang on every tree, tar? The courtier's hands are perfumed with civet.

That shall civil* sayings show. Touch. Most shallow man! Thou worms-meat, Some, how brief the life of man in respect of a good piece of flesh: Indeed !

Runs his erring pilgrimage; Learn of the wise, and perpend: Civet is of a That the stretching of a span baser birth than tar; the very uncleanly flux of a

Buckles in his sum of age. cat. Nend the instance, shepherd.

Some, of violated vous Cor. You have too courtly a wit for me; I'll rest. 'Twixt the sculs of friend and friend: Touch. Wilt thou rest damn’d? God help thee,

But upon the fuiresi boughs, shallow man! God make incision in thee! thou art

Or al every sentence' end,

Will I Rosalinda write; Cor. Sir, I am a true labourer; I earn that I Teaching all that read, to know eat, get that I wear; owe no man hate, envy no The quintessence of every sprite man's happiness; glad of other men's good, con

Heaven would in little show. tent with my harm: and the greatest of my pride Therefore heaven nature charg'd is, to see my ewes graze, and my lambs suck.

That one body should be fill'd Touch. That is another simple sin in you; to With all groces wide enlarg'd: bring the ewes and the rams together, and to offer

Nature presently distill'd to get your living by the copulation of cattle : to

Helen's cheek, but not her heart; be bawd to a bell-wether; and to betray a she

Cleopatra's majesty; lamb of a twelvemonth, to a crooked-pated, old, Atalanta's better part; cuckoldly ram, out of all reasonable match. If Sad Lucretia's modesty. thou be'st not damn'd for this, the devil himselr| Thus Rosalind of many parts will have no shepherds; I cannot see else how

By heavenly synod was devis'd; thou should'st 'scape.

Of many faces, eyes, and hearts, Cor. Here comes young master Ganymede, my To have the touchess dearest priz'd. new mistress's brother.

Heaven would that she these gifts should have, Enter Rosalind, reading a paper.

And I to live and die her slave.

Ros. O most gentle Jupiter!—what tedious ho. Ros. From the east to western Ind,

mily of love have you wearied your parishioners No jewel is like Rosalind.

withal, and never cry'd, Have patience, good
Her worth, being munted on the wind, people!
Through all the world bears Rosalind. Cel. How now! back, friends ;-Shepherd, go
All the pictures, fairest lin’d,

off a little :-Go with him, sirrah.
Are but black to Rosalind.

Touch. Come, shepherd, let us make an honourLel no face be kept in mind,

able retreat ; though not with bag and baggage, yet B'u thë fair of Rosalind.

with scrip and scrippage. (Ere. Cor. and Touch. Touch. I'll rhyme you so, eight years together; Cel. Didst thou hear these verses ?

Ros. O, yes, I heard them all, and more too ;
Unexperienced. (2) Delineated.
Cumplexion, beauty. (4) Grave, solemn.

(5) Features.



for some of them had in them more feet than the the propositions of a lover:--but take a taste of my Ferses would bear.

finding him, and relish it with a good observance. Cel. Thal's no matter; the feet might bear the I found him under a tree, like a dropp'd acorri.

Ros. It may well be callid Jove's tree, when it Ros. Ay, but the feet were lame, and could not drops forth such fruit. bear themselves without the verse, and therefore Cel. Give me audience, good madam. stood lamely in the verse.

Ros. Proceed. Cel. But didst thou hear, without wondering, Cel. There lay he, stretch'd along, like a wounded how thy name should be hang'd and carv'd upon knight. these trees?

Ros. Though it be pity to see such a sight, it Ros. I was seven of the nine days out of the well becomes the ground. wonder, before you came ; for look here what I Cel. Cry, holla! to thy tongue, I prythee; it found on a palm-tree: I was never so be-rhymed curvets very unseasonably. He was furnish'd like since Pythagoras' time, that I was an Irish rat, a hunter. which I can hardly remember.

Ros. O ominous ! he comes to kill my heart. Cel. Trow you, who hath done this?

Cel. I would sing my song without a burden : Ros. Is it a man!

thou bring'st me out of tune. Cel. And a chain, that you once wore, about his Ros. Do you not know I am a woman? when I neck : Change you colour ?

think, I must speak. Sweet, say on. Ros. I pr’ythee, who? Cel. O lord, lord! it is a hard matter for friends

Enter Orlando and Jaques. to meet; but mountains may be removed with. Cel. You bring me out:-Soft! comes he not earthquakes, and so encounter.

here? Ros. Nay, but who is it?

Ros. 'Tis he ; slink by, and note him. Cel. Is it possible?

(Celia and Rosalind retire. Ros. Nay, I pray thee now, with most petition-. Jaq. I thank you for your company ; but, good ary vehemence, tell me who it is.

faith, I had as lief have been myself alone. Cel. O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonder- Orl. And so had 1: but yet, for fashion's sake, sul wonderful, and yet again wonderful, and after I thank you too for your society. that out of all whooping !

Jaq. God be with you; let's meet as little as we Ros. Good my complexion ! dost thou think, can. though I am caparison'd like a man, I nave a dou- Orl. I do desire we may be better strangers. blet and hose in my disposition? One inch of delay, Jaq. I pray you, mar no more trees with wriling more is a South-sea-off

' discovery. I pr’ythee, tell love-songs in their barks. me, who is it? quickly, and speak apace: I would Orl. I pray you, mar no more of my verses with thou could'st staminer, that thou might'st pour reading them ill-favouredly. this concealed man out of thy mouth, as wine Jaq. Rosalind is your love's name? comes out of a narrow-mouth'd bottle ; either too Orl. Yea, just. much at once, or none at all. I pr’ythee, take the Jaq. I do not like her name. cork out of thy mouth, that I may drink thy tidings. Orl. There was no thought of pleasing you,

Cel. So you may put a man in your belly. when she was christen'd.

Ros. Is he of God's making ? What manner of Jaq. What stature is she of? man? Is his head worth a hat, or his chin worth a Orl. Just as high as my heart. beard ?

Jag. You are full of preity answers: Have you Cel. Nay, he hath but a little beard.

not been acquainted with goldsmiths' wives, and Ros. Why, God will send more, if the man will conn'd them out of rings ? be thankful: let me stay the growth of his beard, Orl. Not so; but I answer you right painted if thou delay me not the knowledge of his chin. cloth, from whence you have studied your quesCel

. It is young, Orlando; that tripp'd up the tions. wrestler's heels, and your heart, both in an instant. Jaq. You have a nimble wit; I think it was

Ros. Nay, but the devil take mocking; speak made of Atalanta's heels. Will you sit down with sad brow, and true maid.2

me? and we two will rail against our mistress the Cel. I'faith, coz, 'tis he.

world, and all our misery. Ros. Orlando ?

Orl. I will chide no breather in the world, but Cel. Orlando.

myself; against whom I know most faults. Ros. Alas the day! what shall I do with my Jaq. The worst fault you have, is to be in love. doublet and hose ?-What did he, when thou saw'st Orl. 'Tis a fault I will not change for your best him? What said he? How look'd he? Wherein virtue. I am weary of you. went he ? What makes he here? Did he ask for Jaq. By my troth, I was seeking for a fool, me? Where remains he? How parted he with when I found you. thee? and when shalt thou see him again? Answer Orl. He is drown'd in the brook ; look but in, me in one word.

and you shall see him. Cel. You must borrow me Garagantua's* mouth Jaq. There shall I see mine own figure. first: 'tis a word too great for any mouth of this Orl. Which I take to be either a fool, or a age's size: To say, ay, and no, to these particulars, cypher. is more than to answer in a catechism.

Jaq. I'll tarry no ger with you: farewell, Ros. But doth he know that I am in the forest, good signior love, and in man's apparel ? Looks he as freshly as he Orl. I am glad of your departure ; adieu, good did the day he wrestled ?

monsieur melancholy. Cel. It is as easy to count atomies," as to resolve [Exit Jaques.-Celia and Rosalind come forward. (1) Out of all measure.

(4) The giant of Rabelais. (5) Motes. (2) Speak seriously and honestly.

(6) An allusion to the moral sentences on old (3) How was he dressed ?

Itapestry hangings.

seven years.

Ros. I will speak to him like a saucy lacquey,l. Ros. There is none of my uncle's marks upon you: and under that habit play the knave with him.- he taught me how to know a man in love ; in u lich Do you hear, forester ?

cașe of rushes, I am sure, you are loc prisoner. Orl, Very well; What would you ?

Orl, What were his marks? Rus. ! pray you, what is't a'clock ?

Ros. A lean cheek : which you have not : a blue Orb You should ask me, what time o’day; there's eye, and sunken; which you have not : an unno clock in the forest.

questionable spirit;" you have not: a beard Ros. Then, there is no ue lover in the forest; neglected ; you have no! :--but I pardon else siyhing every minute, and groaning every hour, you for that; for, sin ply, your havinga in beard is would detect the lazy foot of time, as well as a clock. a younger brother's revenue :- Thin your hose

Orh And why noi the swift foot of time ? had should be ungarter'd, your bonnet unbarded, your not that been as proper ?

sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe untied, and every Ros. By no means, sir ; Time travels in divers thing about you demonstrating careless desolation. paces with divers persons : l'll tell you who time But you are no such man; you are rather pein!. ambles withıl, who time trots withal, who time devices in your accoutrenients; as loving yourself, gallop, withil, and why he stands still withal. than seeming the lover of any other. Orl. I pr’ythee, who do h he trot withal.

Orl. Far youth, I would I could make thee Ros. Murry, he tro's hard with a young maid, believe I love. between the contract of her marriage, and the day Ros. Me believe it? you may as soon make her it is sole nniz :d: if the interim be but a se'nnight, that you love believe it; which, I warrani, she is time's pace is so hard that it seems the length or apter to do, than to confess she does : that is one

of the points in the which wonen still give the lie Orl, Who ambles time withal ?

to their consciences. But, in good sooth, are you Ros. With a priest that lacks Latin, and a rich he that hangs the verses on the trees, wherein man that hath not the gout: for the one sleeps ea- Rosalind is so admired ? sily, because he cannot study; and the other lives Orl. I swear to thee, youth, by the white hand merrily, because he feels no pain : the one lacking of Rosalind, I am that he, that unfortunate he. the burden of lean and wasteful learning ; the Ros. But are you so much in love as your rhymes other knowing no burden of heavy tedious penury: speak ? Thise tine ambles wi hal.

Orl. Neither rhyme nor reason can express how Orl, Whdoth he allop withal ?

mich. Ros. With a thief to the vallows: for though he Ros. Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, fo as softly as foot can full, he thinks himself too deserves as well a dark house and a whip, as madsoon ih re.

men do: and the reason why they are not so puOrl. Who stays it still withal ?

nished and cured, is, that the lunacy is so ordinary, Rus. With lawyers in ihe vacation: for they sleep hat the whippers are in love too : Yet I prosess between 'erm and term, and then they perceive not curing it by counsel. how time moves.

Orl. Did you ever cure any so? Orl. Whire d'vell you, pretty youth?

Ros. Yes, one; and in this manner. He was to Ros. With this shepherdess, my sister; here in imagine me his love, his mistress ; and I set him the skirts of the forest, like fringe upon a petticoat. every day to woo me: At which time would I, Orl. Are you a native of this place?

being but a moonish youth, grieve, be effeminale, Ros. As the coney, that you see dwell where changeable, longing, and liking; proud, fantastishe is kindled.

cal, a pish, shallow, inconstant, full of tears, full of Orl. Your accent is something finer than you smiles; for every passion something, and for no could purchase in so removid' a dwelling. passion truly any thing, as boys and women are for

Rys. I have been told so of many: but, indeed, the most part cattle of this colour: would now like an oid relivious uncle of mine tan ht me to speak, him, now loath him ; then entertain him, then forwho was in his youth an in-land- man; one that swear him; now wecp for him, then spit at him; knew courtship too well, for there he ! in love. that Idrave my suitor from his mad humour of love, I have heard him read many lectures against it; to a living humour of madness; which was, to foro and I thank God, I am not a woman, to be touch'd swear the full stream of the world, and to live in a with so many oiduy offences as he hath generally nook merely monastic : And thus I cured him ; tax'd their whole sex withal.

and this way will I take upon me to wash your Orl. Can you remember any of the principal liver as clean as a sound sheep's heart, that there evils, that he laid to the charge of women ? shall not be one spot of love in't.

Rös. There were none principal; they were all Orl. I would not be cured, youth. like one another, as half-pence are: every one fault Ros. I would cure you, if you would but call seerning inonstrous, till his fellow fault came to me Rosalind, and come every day to my cote, and match it. Orl. I pr’ythee, recount some of them.

Or!. Now, by the faith of my love, I will; tell Ros. No; I will not cast away my physic, but me where it is. on those that are sick. There is a man haunts the Ros. Go with me to it, and I'll show it you: and, forest, that ab'ises our young plants with carving by the way, you shall tell me where in the forest Rosalind on their barks; hangs odes upon huw- you live: Will you go? thorns, and elegies on bra'nbles; all, sorsooth, Orl. With all my heart, good youth. deisying the name of Rosalind : if I could meet Ros. Nav, vou must call me Rosalind :-Come, that fancy-monger, I would give him some good sister, will you go?

(Eseunt. counsel, for he seems to have the quotidian of love

SCENE II.- Enter Touchstone, and Audrey; Orl. I am he that is so love-shaked; I pray you,

Jaques al a dislar.ce, observing them. tell me your remedy.

Touch. Come apace, good Audrey; I will fetch (1) Sequestered. (2) Civilized. (3) A spirit averse to conversation. (4) Estate. 15) Over-exact. (6) Variable.

Woo me.

upon him.

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