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and I remember the kissing of her batlet, and the cow's dugs that her pretty chop'd hands had milk'd: and I remember the wooing of a peascod instead of her ; from whom I took two cods, and giving her them again, said with weeping tears, Wear these for my sake. We, that are true lovers, run into strange capers; but as all is-mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly

Ros. Thou speak'st wiser, than thou art 'ware of.

Touch. Nay, I shall ne'er be 'ware of mine own wit, till I break my sbins against it. Ros. Jove! Jove! this shepherd's passion

Is much upon my fashion. Touch. And mine; but it grows something stale

with me.
Cel. I pray you, one of you question yond man,
If he for gold will give us any food;
I faint almost to death.

Touch. Holla ; you, clown!

Peace, fool; he's not thy kinsman.
Cor. Who calls ?
Touch. Your betters, sir.
Cor. Else are they very wretched.

Peace, I say :Good even to you, friend.

Cor. And to you, gentle sir, and to you all.

Ros. I prythee, shepherd, if that love, or gold, Can in this desert place buy entertainment, Bring us where we may rest ourselves, and feed : Here's a young maid with travail much oppress'd, And faints for succour. Cor.

Fair sir, 1 pity her, And wish for her sake, more than for mine own, My fortunes were more able to relieve her: But I am shepherd to another man, And do not shear the fleeces that I graze ; My master is of churlish disposition,

(1) The instrument with which washers beat clothes.

And little recksl to find the way to heaven
By doing deeds of hospitality :
Besides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed,
Are now on sale, and at our sheepcote now,
By reason of his absence, there is nothing

you will feed on: but what is, come see, And in my voice most welcome shall


be. Ros. What is he that shall buy his flock and

pasture? Cor. That young swain that you saw here but

erewhile, That little cares for buying any thing.

Ros. I pray thee, if it stand with honesty, Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the flock, And thou shalt have to pay for it of us. Cel. And we will mend thy wages : I like this

place, And willingly could waste my time in it.

Cor. Assuredly, the thing is to be sold : Go with me; if you like, upon report, The soil, the profit, and this kind of life, I will your very faithful feeder be, And buy it with your gold right suddenly. (Exe. SCENE V.-The same. Enter Amiens, Jaques,

and others.

Ami. Under the greenwood tree,

Who loves to lie with me,
And tune his


Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither;

Here shall he see

No enemy,
But winter and rough weather.
Jaq. More, more, I pr’ythee, more.

Ami. It will make you melancholy, monsieur Jaques.

(1) Cares.

Jaq. I thank it. More, I pr’ythee, more. I can suck melancholy out of a song, as a weazel sucks eggs: More, I pr’ythee, more.

Ami. My voice is ragged ;l I know, I cannot please you,

Jaq. I do not desire you to please me, I do desire you to sing : Come, more; another stanza ; Call you them stanzas?

Ami. What you will, monsieur Jaques.

Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names; they owe me nothing : Will you sing?

Ami. More at your request, than to please myself.

Jaq. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you : but that they call compliment, is like the encounter of two dog-apes; and when a man thanks me heartily, methinks I have given him a penny, and he records me the beggarly thanks. Come, sing; and you that will not, hold your tongues.

Ami. Well, I'll end the song:-Sirs, cover the while; the duke will drink under this tree:---he hath been all this day to look you.

Jaq. And I have been all this day to avoid him. He is too dispútable2 for my company : I think of as many matters as he ; but I give heaven thanks, and make no boast of them. Come, warble, come.

Who doth ambition shun, [All together here,
And loves to live if the sun,
Seeking the food he eats,

And pleas'd with what he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither ;

Here shall he see
But winter and rough weather.

(1) Ragged and rugged had formerly the same meaning

(2) Disputations.

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No enemy,

Jaq. I'll give you a verse to this note, that I made yesterday in despite of my invention.

Ami. And I'll sing it.
Jaq. Thus it goes:

If it do come to pass,
That any man turn ass,
Leaving his wealth and ease,
A stubborn will to please,
Ducdame, ducdàme, ducdame ;

Here shall he see,

Gross fools as he,
An if he will come to Ami.
Ami. What's that ducdame?

Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle. I'll go sleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail against all the first-born of Egypt.

Ami. And I'll go seek the duke; his banquet is prepar'd.

(Exeunt severally. SCENE V1.- The same. Enter Orlando and

Adam. Adam. Dear master, I can go no further : 0, I die for food ! Here lie I down, and measure out my grave. Farewell, kind master.

Orl. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee? Live a little ; comfort a little; cheer thy. self a little: If this uncouth forest yield any thing savage, I will either be food for it, or bring it for food to thee. Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers. For my sake, be comfortable ; hold death a while at the arm's end : I will here be with thee presently; and if I bring thee not something to eat, I'll give thee leave to die: but if thou diest before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well said ! thou look'st cheerly: and I'll be with thee quickly:-Yet thou liest in the bleak air : Come, I will bear thee to some shelter; and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this desert. Cheerly, good Adam! (Exe.

SCENE VII.--The same. A table set out. En

ter Duke senior, Amiens, Lords, and others. Duke S. I think he be transform'd into a beast; For I can no where find him like a man.

1 Lord. My lord, he is but even now gone hence; Here was he merry, hearing of a song.

Duke S. If he, compact of jars,' grow musical, We shall have shortly discord in the spheres :Go, seek him; tell him, I would speak with him.

Enter Jaques. 1 Lord. He saves my labour by his own approach. Duke 8. Why, how now, monsieur! what a life

is this, That your poor friends must woo your company? What! you look merrily.

Jaq. A fool, a fool ! I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool ;-a miserable world! As I do live by food, I met a fool ; Wbo laid him down and bask'd him in the sun, And rail'd on lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms-and yet a motley fool. Good-morrow, fool, quoth I: No, sir, quoth he, Call me not fool, till heaven hath sent me fortune : And then he drew a dial from his poke; And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Savs, very wisely, It is ten o'clock : Thus may we see, quoth he, how the world wags : 'Tis but an hour ago, since it was nine ; And after an hour more, 'twill be eleven ; And so, froin hour to hour, we ripe, and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot, and rot, And thereby hangs a tale. When I did hear The motley fool thus moral on the time, My lungs began to crow like chanticleer, That fools should be so deep-contemplative; And I did laugh, sans intermission, An hour by his dial.-O noble fool!

(1) Made up of discords.

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