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ambles withal, who time trots withal, who time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal.
Orl. I prythee, who doth he trot withal?
, between the contract of her marriage, and the day it is solemuized: if the interim be but a se'nnight, Lime's pace is so hard that it seems the length of seven years.
Orl. Who ambles time withal ?
Ros. With a priest that lacks Latin, and a rich man that hath not the gout: for the one sleeps easi
. ly, because he cannot study; and the other lives merrily, because he feels no pain: the one lacking the burden of lean and wasteful learning; the other knowiug no burden of heavy tedious penury: These time ambles withal.
Orl. Who doth he gallop withal ?
Ros. With a thief to the gallows: for though he go as softly as foot can fall, he thinks himself too soon there.
Orl. Who stays it still withal?
Orl. Where dwell you, pretty youth?
between term and term, and then they perceive not how time moves.
Ros. With this shepherdess, my sister; here in the skirts of the forest, like fringe upon a petticoat.
Ros. As the coney, that you see dwell where she is kindled,
Ori. Are you native of this place?
Orl. Your accent is something finer than you could purchase in so removed* a dwelling.
Ros. I have been told so of nany: but, indeed, an old religious uncle of mine taught me to speak, who was in his youth an in-landt man; one that knew courtship too well, for there he fell in love. I have beard bim read many lectures against it; and I thank God, I am not a woman, to be touch'd with
so many giddy offences as he hath generally tax'd their whole sex witbal.
Orl. Can you remember any of the principal evils, that he laid to the charge of women?
Ros. There were none principal; they were all like one another, as half-pence are: every one fault seeming monstrous, till his fellow fault came to match it.
Orl. I pr’ythee, recount some of them.
Ros. No; I will not cast away my physick, but on those that are sick. There is a man haunts the forest, that abuses our young plants with carving Rosalind on their barks; hangs odes upon hawthorns, and elegies on brambles ; all, forsooth, deify. ing the name of Rosalind: if I could meet that fan. cy-monger, I would give him some good counsel, for he seems to have the quotidian of love upon him.
Orl. I am he that is so love shaked; I pray you, tell me your remedy.
Ros. There is none of my uncle's marks upon you: he taught me how to know a man in love; in which cage of rushes, I am sure, you are not prisoner.
Orl. What were his marks?
Ros. A lean cheek; which you have not: a blue eye, and sunken ; which you have not: an uu. questionable spirit*; which you have not: a beard neglected; which you have not:-but I pardon you for that ; for, simply, your having t in beard is a younger brother's revenue :--Then your hose should be ungarter'd, your bonnet upbanded, your sleeve unbattoned, your shoe untied, and every thing about you demonstrating a careless desolation. are no such man; you are rather point-devicef in your accoutrements; as loving yourself, than seeming the lover of any other.
Ord Where dwell you, pretty pouth
Rm. With this shephenless my siel the skirts of the forest like fringe war inte
Ro. As the coney, that you see dried phone
Ort. Your accent is something barcha could purchase in so removed a dwelling
Rar I have been told 50 of many bath an old religious uecle of mine taughter who was in his youth an id-landt wat knew courtship too well, for there he fell is bare beard bim read many lectures against
bank God, I am not a woman, to be found
* A spirit averse to conversation.
Orl. Fair youth, I would I could make thee believe I love.
Ros. Me believe it? you may as soon make her that you love believe it; which, I warrant, she is apter to do, than to confess she does: that is one of the points iu the which women still give the lie to their conseiences. But, in good sooth, are you he that hangs the verses on the trees, wherein Rosalind is so admired?
Orl. I swear to thee, youth, by the white hand of Rosalind, I am that he, that unfortunate he.
Ros. But are you so much in love as your rhymes speak?
Orl. Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much.
Ros. Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well
a dark house and a whip, as mad. men do: and the reason why they are votso pupished and cured, is, that the lunacy is so ordinary, that the whippers are in love too: Yet I profess curing it by counsel.
Orl. Did you ever cure ang so?
Ros. Yes, one; and in this manner. imagine me his love, his mistress; and I set bim every day to woo me; At which time would I, being but a moonish*
youth, grieve, be effeminate, change. able, longing, and liking; proud, fantastical, apish, shallow, inconstant, full of tears, full of smiles; for every passiou something, and for no passion truly any thing, as boys and women are for the most part cattle of this colour: would now like him, now loath him; then entertain him, then forswear him; now weep for him, then spit at bim; that I drare my suitor from his mad humour of love, to a living humour of madness; which was, to forswear the full stream of the world, and to live in' a nook merely monastick: And thus I cured him ; and this
He was to
Or. Fake gooth, I would I could make me
way will I take upon me to wash your liver as clean
sound sheep's heart, that there shall not be one spot of love in't.
Orl. I would not be cured, youth.
Ros. I would cure you, if you would but call me Rosalind, and come every day to my cote, and woo me.
Orl. Now, by the faith of my love, I will; tell me where it is.
Ros. Gu with me to it, and I'll show it you: and, by the way, you shall tell me where in the forest you live: Will you go?
Orl. With all my heart, good youth,
Ros. Nay, you must call me Rosalind :-Come, sister, will you go?
the Mons. Bet, la rand routi, that the verso on the thes, whers
Ord. I wear to thee, rooth, by the
Beauad. I am that be, that sofortunate be
Rar. Bu are you so much to love a
Ori. Seither these areas as
2. Lore b merely a saddess; and I Anary well a dart boase and a Sra do and the reason why they are not aucured, N, that the lusacs & sanit
le whippes are in love too: Fat I praescos
Enter Touchstone, and Audrey; Jaques at a di.
stance, observing them.
ka. Yas one; and in this manner.
e me his love, his mistressler
passiou something, and for no na
mobastick: And thus i cured hia,
Touch. Come apace, good Audrey; I will fetch up your goats, Audrey: And how, Audrey? am I the man yet? Doth niy simple feature conteut you?
Aud. Your features! Lord warrant us! what fea. tures?
Touch. I am here with thee and thy goats, as the most capricious* poet, honest Ovid, was among the Goths,
Jaq. Oknowledge ill-inhabited + I worse thav Jove in a thatch'd house!
[Aside. Touch. When a man's verses cannot be understood, nor a man's good wit seconded with the for. ward child, understanding, it strikes a man more