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Phe. Why, I am sorry for thee, gentle Silvius.
Sil. Where-ever sorrow is, relief would be;

do forrow at my grief in love,
By giving love, your forrow and my grief
Were both extermin’d.

Phe. Thou haft my love; is not that neighbourly?
Sil. I would have you.

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Phe. Why, that were covetousness.
Silvius, the time was, that I hated thee;
And yet it is not, that I bear thee love ;
But since that thou canst talk of love so well,
Thy company, which erst was irksome to me,
I will endure; and I'll employ thee too:
But do not look for further recompence,
Than thine own gladness that thou art employd.

Sil. So holy and so perfect is my love,
And I in such a poverty

of

grace,
That I shall think it a moft plenteous crop
To glean the broken ears after the man
That the main harvest reaps: loose now and then
A scatter'd smile, and that I'll live upon.

Phe. Know'st thou the youth, that spoke to me ere-while?

Sil. Not very well, but I have met him oft; And he hath bought the cottage and the bounds, That the old Carlot once was master of.

Phe. Think not, I love him, tho’I ask for him ; 'Tis but a peevish boy, yet he talks well. But what care I for words ' yet words do well, When he, that speaks them, pleafes those that hear : It is a pretty youth, not very pretty; But, fure, he's proud; and yet his pride becomes him; He'll make a proper man; the best thing in him Is his complexion ; and fatter than his tongue Did make offence, his eye did heal it up: He is not very tall, yet for his years he's tall; His leg is but so fo, and yet 'tis well ; There was a pretty redness in his lip, A little riper, and more lusty red Than that mix'd in his cheek; 'twas just the difference Betwixt the constant red and mingled damak,

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There be some women, Silvius, had they mark'd him
In parcels as I did, would have

gone near
To fall in love with him; but, for my part,
I love him not, nor hate him not; and yet
I have more cause to hate him than to love him;
For what had he to do to chide at me?
He said, mine eyes were black, and my hair black:
And, now I am remembred, fcorn'd at me;
I marvel, why I answer'd not again ;
But that's all one ; omittance is no quittance.
I'll write to him a very taunting letter,
And thou shalt bear it; wilt thou, Silvius?

Sil. Phebe, with all my heart.

Pbe. I'll write it straight;
The matter's in my head, and in my

heart, I will be bitter with him, and passing short: Go with me, Silvius.

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Prythee, pretty youth, let me be better acquainted

with thee.
Rol. They say, you are a melancholy fellow.
Jaq. I am fo; I do love it better than laughing.

Rof. Those, that are in extremity of either, are aboninable fellows; and betray themselves to every modern censure, worse ihan drunkards. F42. Whya, 'tis good to be fad, and say nothing.

? Rej Why then, 'tis good to be a poft

109. I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which 3 emulation; nor the mulcian's, which is fantastical ; or the courtier's, which is proud; nor the soldier's,

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which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, which is politick; nor the Lady's, which is nice; nor the lover's, which is all these; but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many fimples, extracted from many objects, and, indeed, the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which

my often rumination wraps me in a mot humorous fadness.

Ro. A traveller! by my faith, you have great reason :to be sad: I fear, you have sold your own lands, to fee other mens; then, to have seen much, and to have nothing, is to have rich

eyes
and
poor

hands.
Jaq. Yes, I have gain’d my experience.

Enter Orlando,
Rof. And your experience makes you sad: I had rather
have a fool to make me merry, than experience to make
me rad, and to travel for it too,

Orla. Good-day, and happiness, dear Rosalind !

Jaq. Nay, then God b'w'y you, an you talk in blank verse.

[Exit. Rof. Farewel, monsieur traveller; look, you-lifp, and wear strange fuits ; disable all the benefits of your own country ; be out of love with your nativity, and almost chide God for making you that countenance you are; or I will scarce think, you have swam in a gondola. Why, how now, Orlando, where have you been all this while ? You a lover ? an you serve me such another crick, never come in my fight more. Orla. My fair Rofalind, I come within an hour of

my promise.

Rof: Break an hour's promise in love? he that will divide a minute into a thousand parts, and break but a part of the thousandth part of a minute in the affairs of love, it

may be said of him, that Cupid hath clapt him o'tl' shoulder, but I'll warrant him heart-whole.

Orla, Pardon me, dear Rosalind

Rap: Nay, an you be fo tardy, come no more in my fight; I had as lief be wood of a snail.

Oria' OF a snail ?
Rl Ay of a snail; for tho' he comes fowly, he carries

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his house on his head: a better jointure, I think, than you make a woman; besides, he brings his deftiny with him.

Orla. What's that?

Rof. Why, horns ; which such as you are fain to be beholden to your wives for ; but he comes armed in his fortune, and prevents the flander of his wife.

Orla. Virtue is no horn-maker; and my Rosalind is virtuous.

Rof. And I am your Rosalind.

Cel. It pleases him to call you fo; but he hath a Rom salind of a better leer than you.

Rof. Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in a holyday humour, and like enough to confent: what would you say to me now, an I were your very, very Rosalind?

O-la. I would kiss, before I spoke.

Ros. Nay, you were better speak first, and when you were gravell’d for lack of matter, you might take occasion to kiss. Very good orators, when they are out, they will spit; and for lovers lacking, God warn us, matter, the cleanlieit thift is to kiss.

Orla. How if the kiss be denied ?

Ref. Then the puts you to entreaty, and there begins new matter.

Orla. Who could be out, being before his beloved mistress?

Rof. Marry, that should you, if I were your miftrefs ; or I should think my honefty ranker than my wit.

Orla. What, of my fuit?'

Ref. Not out of your apparel, and yet out of your fuit. Am por I your Rosalind ?

Grla. I take some joy to say, you are; because I would be talking of her.

Rof. Well, in her person, I say, I will not have you. Oria. Then in mine own person I die.

Ref. No,' faith, die by attorney; the poor world is almoit fix thousand years old, and in all this time there was not any man died in his own person, videlicet, in

love.caufe : Troilus had his brains dash'd out with a Grician club, yet he did what he could to die before, and he is one of the patterns of love. Leander, he would

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have liv'd many a fair year, cho' Hero had turn'd nun, if: it had not been for a hot midsummer night ; for, good youth, he went burn.forth to wash in the Hellefpont, and, being taken with the cramp, was drown'd; and the foolish choniclers of that age found it was, Hero of Seftos. But these are all lies; men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.

Orla. I would not have my right Rosalind of this mind; for, I proteft, her frown might kill me,

Ref. By this hand, it will not kill a fie; but come now I will be your Rosalind in a more coming-on dispofition; and ask me what you will, I will grant it.

Orla. Then love me, Rosalind.
Ref. Yes, faith, will I, Fridays and Saturdays, and all.
Orla. And wilt thou have me?
Rof. Ay, and twenty fuck,
Orla. What say'it thou ?
Rof, Are you not good ?
Orla. I hope fo.

Rof. Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing? come, fifter, you fhall be the priest, and marry us. Give me your hand, Orlando : What do you say, fifter?

Orla Pray thee, marry us.
Celi I cannot say the words.
Rof. You must begin, Will you, Orlando

Cel. Go to, will you, Orlando, have to wife this
Rosalind?

Orla. I will. Ros, Ay, but when! Orla. Why now, as fast as she can marry us. Ref. Then you must say, I take chee Rosalind for wife, Orla. I take thee Rosalind for wife. RefxiI might ak you for your commission, but I do take thee Orlando for my husband : there's a girl goes before the priest, and certainly a woman's thought runs before her actions.

Orla. So do all thoughts; they are wing'd.,

Ro). Now tell me, how long you would have her after you have pofleft her. Orla. For ever and a day,

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