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Adam. So had you need;

I scarce can speak to thank you for myself.

Duke S. Welcome; fall to: I will not trouble you As yet to question you about your fortunes.

Give us some music; and, good cousin, sing.

SONG.

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,

Thou art not so unkind

As man's ingratitude;

Thy tooth is not so keen,

Because thou art not seen,

Although thy breath be rude.

Heigh, ho! sing, heigh, ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
Then, heigh, ho! the holly!

This life is most jolly.

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp,

As friend remember'd not.

Heigh, ho! sing, &c.

Duke S. If that you were the good sir Rowland's son,

As you have whisper'd faithfully, you were,

And as mine eye doth his effigies witness

Most truly limn'd, and living in your face,

Be truly welcome hither. I am the duke,

That lov'd your father. The residue of your fortune,
Go to my cave and tell me.-Good old man,
Thou art right welcome as thy master is.
Support him by the arm.-Give me your hand,
And let me all your fortunes understand.

5 THEN, heigh, ho!] First folio, The.

[Exeunt.

ACT III. SCENE I.

A Room in the Palace.

Enter Duke FREDERICK, OLIVER, Lords and Attendants. Duke F. Not see him since? Sir, sir, that cannot be:

But were I not the better part made mercy,

I should not seek an absent argument

Of my revenge, thou present. But look to it:
Find out thy brother, wheresoe'er he is;

Seek him with candle: bring him, dead or living,
Within this twelvemonth, or turn thou no more
To seek a living in our territory.

Thy lands, and all things that thou dost call thine,
Worth seizure, do we seize into our hands,

Till thou canst quit thee by thy brother's mouth
Of what we think against thee.

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

Duke F. More villain thou.-Well, push him out of

doors;

And let my officers of such a nature

Make an extent upon his house and lands.

Do this expediently, and turn him going.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

The Forest of Arden.

Enter ORLANDO, with a paper.

Orl. Hang there, my verse, in witness of

my love:

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expediently,] i. e. expeditiously. Expedient, throughout our author's plays, says Steevens, signifies expeditious.

And thou, thrice-crowned queen of night, survey
With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above,
Thy huntress' name, that my full life doth sway.
O Rosalind! these trees shall be my books,
And in their barks my thoughts I'll character,
That every eye, which in this forest looks,
Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where.
Run, run, Orlando: carve, on every tree,
The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive' she.

Enter CORIN and TOUCHSTone.

[Exit.

Cor. And how like you this shepherd's life, master Touchstone?

Touch. Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, it is naught. In respect that it is solitary, I like it very well; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now, in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious. As it is a spare life, look you, it fits my humour well; but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd?

Cor. No more, but that I know the more one sickens, the worse at ease 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 pasture makes fat sheep, and that a great cause 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.

Touch. Such a one is a natural philosopher. Wast ever in court, shepherd?

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Cor. No, truly.

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unexpressive~] i. e. inexpressible. Milton, as Malone observes, uses the same word, in precisely the same sense, in his Hymn on the Nativity.

Touch. Then thou art damned.

Cor. Nay, I hope,

Touch. Truly, thou art damned, like an ill-roasted all on one side.

egg,

Cor. For not being at court? Your reason.

Touch. Why, if thou never wast at court, thou never saw'st good manners; if thou never saw'st good manners, then thy manners must be wicked; and wickedness is sin, and sin is damnation. Thou art in a parlous states, shepherd.

Cor. Not a whit, Touchstone: those 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 salute not at the court, but you kiss your hands: that courtesy would be uncleanly, if courtiers were shepherds.

Touch. Instance, briefly; come, instance.

Cor. Why, we are still handling our ewes, and their fells, you know, are greasy.

Touch. Why, do not your courtier's hands sweat? and is not the grease of a mutton as wholesome as the sweat of a man? Shallow, shallow. A better instance, say; come.

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Cor. Besides, our hands are hard.

Touch. Your lips will feel them the sooner: shallow again. A more sounder instance; come.

Cor. And they are often tarred over with the surgery of our sheep; and would you have us kiss tar? The courtier's hands are perfumed with civet.

Touch. Most shallow man! Thou worms-meat, in respect of a good piece of flesh, indeed!-Learn of the

8 Thou art in a PARLOUS state,] Ritson tells us, correctly, that "parlous" is a corruption of perilous. It sometimes seems to mean talkative, as in the following line from Day's "Law Tricks," 1608,

"A parlous youth, sharp and satirical."

Perhaps, being "sharp and satirical," the youth was on that account perilous, or "parlous." In the old MS. Interlude of "Misogonus," it is said of one of the characters, "O! its a parlous unthriftye ladde."

wise, and perpend: civet is of a baser birth than tar; the very uncleanly flux of a cat.

shepherd.

Mend the instance,

Cor. You have too courtly a wit for me: I'll rest.

Touch. Wilt thou rest damned? God help thee, shallow man! God make incision 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 happiness; glad of other men's good, content with my harm; and the greatest of my pride is, to see my ewes graze, and my lambs suck.

Touch. That is another simple sin in you; to bring the ewes and the rams together, and to offer to get your living by the copulation of cattle; to be bawd to a bell-wether, and to betray a she-lamb of a twelvemonth, to a crooked-pated, old, cuckoldly ram, out of all reasonable match. If thou be'st not damned for this, the devil himself will have no shepherds: I cannot see else how thou shouldst 'scape.

Cor. Here comes young master Ganymede, my new mistress's brother.

Enter ROSALIND, reading a paper.

Ros. From the east to western Ind,
No jewel is like Rosalind.

Her worth, being mounted on the wind,
Through all the world bears Rosalind.
All the pictures, fairest lin'd3,
Are but black to Rosalind.

Let no face be kept in mind,
But the fair of Rosalind'.

7 God make INCISION in thee !] i. e. says Steevens," Cut thee for the simples." If the shepherd were "raw," he might be the more fit for "incision." The explanation of Steevens seems supported by the next speech of Touchstone, "That is another simple sin in you," &c.

All the pictures, fairest LIN'D,] i. e. delineated, and not limn'd, as Steevens truly observes: it has been sometimes printed limn'd.

But the FAIR of Rosalind.] "Fair" for fairness. See vol. ii. p. 126. note 3. VOL. III.

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