1 the heart of his lover; as a puny tilter, that fpurs Car. Miftrefs, and master, you have oft enquired Cel. Well, and what of him? Cor. If you will fee a pageant truly play'd, Rof. O, come, let us remove; The fight of lovers feedeth thofe in love :- SCENE V. Another part of the foreft. Enter Silvius, and Phebe. [Exeunt. 15 As, 'till that time, I shall not pity thee. Rof. And why, I pray you?-Who might be your mother, That you infult, exult, and all at once 4, Over the wretched? What though you have beauty, Than without candle may go dark to bed) Of nature's fale-work 5 :-Od's, my little life! Sil. Sweet Phebe, do not fcorn me; do not, 25 'Tis not your inky brows, your black-filk hair, Phebe: Say, that you love me not; but say not fo In bitterness: The common executioner, [hard, 2 But firft begs pardon: Will you fterner be Phe. I would not be thy executioner; Now counterfeit to fwoon; why now fall down: Your bugle eye-balls, nor your cheek of cream, 35 Than any of her lineaments can show her.- Sell when you can; you are not for all markets: 45I had rather hear you chide, than this man woo. Ref. [afide.] He's fallen in love with her foulnefs, and fhe'll fall in love with my anger :-If it be fo, as faft as the answers thee with frowning looks, I'll fauce her with bitter words.-Why [eyes 50 look you fo upon me? Phe. For no ill will I bear you. across, as it was a mark either of want of courage or addrefs. This happened when the horse flew on one fide, in the career and hence, I fuppofe, arofe the jocular proverbial phrase of spurring the borje orly on one fide. Now as breaking the lance against his adversary's breast, in a direct line, was honourable, fo the breaking it acres against his breaft was, for the reason above, dishonourable. 8 1 Sir T. Hanmer changed this to a nofe-quill'd goofe, but no one appears to have regarded the alteration. Certainly nose-quill'd is an epithet likely to be corrupted; and it gives the image wanted. 2 To die and live by a thing is to be conftant to it, to perfevere in it to the end. The meaning therefore of the paifage may be, who is all his life converfant with bloody drops. Fancy is here used for love. i. e. all in a breath. 5 i. e. thofe works that nature makes up carelessly and without exactness. The allufion is to the practice of mechanicks, whofe werk bespoke is more elaborate than that which is made up for chance-customers, or to fell in quantities to retailers, which is called fale-werk. 6 The meaning is, The ill-favour'd feem moft ill-favoured, when, though ill-favoured, they are feeffers. Ref Ref. I pray you, do not fall in love with me, Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first fight? Sil. Sweet Phebe ! Phe. Hah! what fay'ft thou, Silvius ? Sil. Sweet Phebe, pity me. Phe. Why, I am forry for thee, gentle Silvius. By giving love, your forrow and my grief 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 mafter of. Phe. Think not I love him, though I ask for him. He'll make a proper man: The best thing in him He is not very tall; yet for his years he's tall: | 15 His leg is but fo fo; and yet 'tis well : A little riper, and more lufty red Than that mix'd in his cheek; 'twas just the difference [bourly? 20 Betwixt the conftant red, and mingled damask. There be fome women, Silvius, had they mark' him Pbe. Thou haft my love: Is not that neigh- Pbe. Why, that were covetoufness. But fince that thou canft talk of love fo well, And I in fuch a poverty of grace, That I fhall think it a most plenteous crop In parcels as I did, would have gone near 25I love him not, nor hate him not; and yet I have more cause to hate him than to love him: He faid, mine eyes were black, and my hair black, 30I marvel, why I answer'd not again : But that's all one: omittance is no quittance. That the main harveft reaps: loose now and then 35 Phe. I'll write it straight; A fcatter'd smile, and that I'll live upon. Phe. Know'st thou the youth that spoke to me ere-while? SCENE I. The Foreft. ACT IV. Enter Rofalind, Celia, and Jaques. nor the foldier's, which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, which is politick; nor the lady's, which is nice; nor the lover's, which is all thefe: but 50it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many fimples, extracted from many objects, and, indeed, the fundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous fadness. Rof. They fay, 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 55 abominable fellows; and betray themselves to every modern cenfure, worse than drunkards. Jaq. Why, 'tis good to be fad and say nothing. Ref. Why then, 'tis good to be a post. Jaq. I have neither the scholar's melancholy, 60 which is emulation; nor the musician's, which is fantaftical; nor the courtier's, which is proud;} Rof. A traveller! by my faith, you have great reafon to be fad: I fear, you have fold your own lands, to fee other men's: 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. Rf. And your experience makes you fad: I ive, deceived. had had rather have a fool to make me merry, than experience to make me fad; and to travel for it too. Orla. Good day, and happiness, dear Rofalind! Jaq. Nay then, God be wi' you, an you talk 5 in blank verfe. [Exit. Rof. Farewel, monfieur traveller: Look, you lifp, and wear strange suits; difable all the benefits of your own country; be out of love with your nativity, and almost chide God for making you to that countenance you are; or I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola 1.-Why, how now, Orlando! where have you been all this while?You a lover?an you ferve me fuch another trick, never come in my fight more. Orla. My fair Rofalind, I come within an hour of my promife. Orla. What, of my fuit? Rof. Not out of your apparel, and yet out of your fuit. Am not I your Rofalind? Orla. I take some joy to say you are, because I would be talking of her. Ref. Well, in her perfon, I fay-I will not have you. Orla. Then, in mine own person, I die. Ref. No, faith, die by attorney. The poor world is almost fix thousand years old, and in all this time there was not any man died in his own perfon, videlicet, in a love caufe. Troilus had his brains dash'd out with a Grecian club; yet he did what he could to die before; and he is one of the 15 patterns of love. Leander, he would have liv'd many a fair year, though Hero had turn'd nun, if it had not been for a hot midfummer night: for, good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellefpont, and, being taken with the cramp, was drowned; and the foolish chroniclers 3 of that age found it was,-Hero of Seftos. But these are all lyes; men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love. Rof. Break an hour's promife in love? He that will divide a minute into a thousand parts, and break but a part of the thousandth part of a mi-20 nute in the affairs of love, it may be faid of him, that Cupid hath clap'd him o' the shoulder, but I warrant him heart-whole. Orla. Pardon me, dear Rofalind. Orla. I would not have my right Rofalind of this Rof. Nay, an you be fo tardy, come no more in 25 mind; for, I proteft, her frown might kill me. my fight; I had as lief be woo'd of a snail. Orla. Of a fnail? Rof. Ay, of a fnail; for though he comes flowly, he carries his house on his head; a better jointure, I think, than you can make a woman: Be-30 fides, he brings his destiny with him. Orla. What's that? Rof. Why, horns; which fuch as you are fain to be beholden to your wives for: but he comes armed in his fortune, and prevents the flander of 35 his wife. Orla. Virtue is no horn-maker; and my Rofalind is virtuous. Rof. And I am your Rofalind. Rof. By this hand, it will not kill a fly: But come, now I will be your Rofalind in a more coming-on difpofition; and ask me what you will, I will grant it. Orla. Then love me, Rofalind. Rof. Yes, faith will I, Fridays, and Saturdays and all. Orla. And wilt thou have me? Rof. Ay, and twenty fuch. Rof. Why then, can one defire too much of a good thing?Come, fifter, you fhall be the Give me your hand, Or Cel. It pleases him to call you fo; but he hath 40 prieft, and marry us. a Rofalind of a better leer 2 than you. Rof. Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in a holiday humour, and like enough to confent : -What would you say to me now, an I were your very very Rosalind? Orla. I would kifs, before I fpoke. 4-5 Rof. Nay, you were better speak firft; and when you were gravell'd for lack of matter, you might take occafion to kifs. Very good orators, when they are out, they will spit; and for lovers, 50 lacking (God warn us!) matter, the cleanlieft fhift is to kifs. Orla. How if the kifs be denied? Ref. Then he puts you to entreaty, and there begins new matter. Orla. Who could be out, being before his beloved miftrefs? Ref. Marry, that should you, if I were your miftrefs; or I should think my honefty ranker than my wit. lando :-What do you say, fifter? Orla. Pray thee, marry us. Cel. I cannot fay the words. Ref. You must begin,-" Will you, Orlando,”— Cel. Go to:-Will you, Orlando, have to wife this Rofalind? Orla. I will. Rof. Ay, but when? Orla. Why now; as fast as she can marry us. Rof. Then you must say,—“ I take thee, Rosalind, for wife." Orla. I take thee, Rofalind, for wife. Rof. I might afk you for your commission; but I do take thee, Orlando, for my husband: There's 55 a girl goes before the priest; and, certainly, a woman's thought runs before her actions. 160 Orla. So do all thoughts; they are wing'd. Ref. Now tell me, how long would you have her, after you have poffefs'd her? Orla. For ever, and a day. * That is, been at Venice, which was much vifited by the young English gentlemen of those times, and was then, what Paris is now-the feat of all licentiousness. 2 i. e. of a better feature, complexion, or colour, than you. 3 Hanmer and Edwards read Coroner's, which I approve. S. A. Ref. 5 [pluck'd over your head, and fhew the world what the bird hath done to her own neft. Rof. O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that thou didst know how many fathom deep I am in love! But it cannot be founded; my affection hath an unknown bottom, like the bay of Portugal. Cel. Or rather, bottomless; that as fast as you pour affection in, it runs out. Ref. Say a day, without the ever: No, no, Orlando; men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. I will be more jealous of thee than a Barbary cockpigeon over his hen; more clamorous than a parrot against rain; more new-fangled than an ape; more giddy in my defires than a monkey; I will weep for nothing, like Diana in the fountain, and I will do that when you are difpos'd to be merry; 10 that was begot of thought, conceiv'd of spleen, and I will laugh like a hyen, and that when thou art inclin'd to fleep. Orly. But will my Rofalind do fo? Rof. No, that fame wicked baftard of Venus, born of madness; that blind rafcally boy, that abufes every one's eyes, because his own are out, let him be judge, how deep I am in love :-I'll tell thee, Aliena, I cannot be out of fight of Orlan15 do: I'll go find a shadow, and figh till he come. Cel. And I'll fleep. [Exeurs. Ref. Or elfe fhe could not have the wit to do this: the wifer, the waywarder : Make the doors upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the cafement; fhut that, and 'twill out at the key-hole; ftop that, it will fly with the fmoak out at the 20 chimney. Orla. A man that had a wife with fuch a wit, ke might say," Wit, whither wilt?" Ref. Nay, you might keep that check for it, 'till you met your wife's wit going to your neighbour's bed. Orla. And what wit could wit have to excufe that? Enter Jaques, Lords, and Forefiers. Jaq. Let's prefent him to the duke Like a Ro- Rof. Marry, to fay,-fhe came to feek you there. You shall never take her without her an-30 fwer, unless you take her without her tongue. O, that woman that cannot make her fault her hufband's occafion 2, let her never nurfe her child herfelf, for fhe will breed it like a fool! Orla. For these two hours, Rofalind, I will leave 35 thee. Ref. Alas, dear love, I cannot lack thee two hours. Oria. I must attend the duke at dinner; by two o'clock I will be with thee again. Ref. Ay, go your ways, go your ways;-I knew 40 what you would prove; my friends told me as much, and I thought no lefs :-that flattering tongue of yours won me:-'tis but one caft away, and fo,come, death.-Two o'the clock is your hour? Orla. Ay, fweet Rofalind. 45 Ref. By my troth, and in good earnest, and fo God mend me, and by all pretty oaths that are not dangerous, if you break one jot of your promife, or come one minute behind your hour, I will think you the most pathetical break-promife, and the 50 most hollow lover, and the most unworthy of her you call Rofalind, that may be chofen out of the grofs band of the unfaithful: therefore beware my cenfure, and keep your promife. Orla. With no lefs religion, than if thou wert indeed my Rofalind: So, adieu. Ref. Well, time is the old justice that examines all fuch offenders, and let time try: Adieu ! [Exit Orlando. 55 Cel. You have fimply mifus'd our fex in your 6c love-prate: we must have your doublet and hofel Jaq. Sing it: 'tis no matter how it be in tune, fo it make noise enough. Mufick, Song. 1. What shall be have, that kil'd the deer? Take thou no scorn 1. Thy father's father wore it; SCENE III. Enter Rofalind, and Celia. fhall bear this burden. [Exeunt. I know not the contents; but, as I guess, [this letter, 1 i. e. bar the doorse 2 That is, represent her fault as occafioned by her husband. Her love is not the hare that I do hunt: Sil. No, I proteft, I know not the contents; Phebe did write it. Ref. Come, come, you are a fool, And turn'd into the extremity of love. I faw her hand: fhe has a leathern hand, A freeftone-coloured hand; I verily did think Sil. Sure, it is hers. 5 Enter Oliver. Oli. Good-morrow, fair ones: Pray you, if you Where in the purlieus of this foreft, ftands [know A fheep-cote, fenc'd about with olive-trees? Cel. Weft of this place, down in the neighbour bottom, The rank of ofiers, by the murmuring stream, Left on your right hand, brings you to the place: But at this hour the house doth keep itself, 10 There's none within. Oli. If that an eye may profit by a tongue, Then fhould I know you by description; Such garments, and fuch years: "The boy is fair, "Of female favour, and bestows himself "Like a ripe fifter: but the woman low, Rof. Why, 'tis a boisterous and a cruel ftile, And browner than her brother." Are not you Yet heard too much of Phebe's cruelty. Rof. She Phebe's me: Mark how the tyrant writes. [Reads.]" Art thou god to fhepherd turn'd, "That a maiden's heart hath burn'd?" Can a woman rail thus ? Sil. Call you this railing? Rof. [Reads.] "Why, thy godhead laid apart, "War'ft thou with a woman's heart?" Did you ever hear fuch railing ? "Whiles the eye of man did woo me, "That could do no vengeance to me."Meaning me a beaft. "If the fcorn of your bright eyne "Of me, and all that I can make; He fends this bloody napkin 3; Are you he? Ref. I am: What must we understand by this? Oli. Some of my fhame; if you will know of me What man I am, and how, and why, and where 25 This handkerchief was ftain'd. Cel. I pray you, tell it. [you, Oli. When laft the young Orlando parted from He left a promise to return again Within an hour; and, pacing through the foreft, 30 Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy, Lo, what befel! he threw his eye afide, And, mark, what object did present itself! Under an oak, whofe boughs were mofs'd with age, And high top bald with dry antiquity, 35 A wretched ragged man, o'er grown with hair, Lay fleeping on his back: about his neck A green and gilded fnake had wreath'd itfelf, Who with her head, nimble in threats, approach'd The opening of his mouth; but fuddenly 4c Seeing Orlando, it unlink'd itself, And with indented glides did flip away Into a bufh: under which bufh's fhade A lionefs, with udders all drawn dry, Lay couching, head on ground, with cat-like watch 45 When that the fleeping man fhould ftir; for 'tis The royal difpofition of that beast, 50 Rof. Do you pity him? no, he deferves no pity.-Wilt thou love fuch a woman?-What, to make thee an inftrument, and play falfe ftrains upon thee! not to be endured!-Well, go your way to her, (for I fee love hath made thee a tame 55 fnake) and fay this to her;" That if fhe love "me, I charge her to love thee: if he will not, I "will never have her, unless thou intreat for her." If you be a true lover, hence, and not a word; for here comes more company. 1i. e. mif.bief. bandkerchief. To prey on nothing that doth feem as dead: And he did render him the most unnatural Oli. And well he might fo do, Ref. But, to Orlando ;-Did he leave him there, Oli. Twice did he turn his back, and purpos'd fo: But kindness, nobler ever than revenge, 60 And nature, stronger than his just occafion, [Exit Silvius. Made him give battle to the lionefs, 2 Kind (as has been more than once obferved) is the old word for nature. 3 i. e. Who |