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“ it fits my humour well ; but as there is no more “ plenty in it, it goes much against my stomach. Haft " any philosophy in thee, shepherd ?

Cor. “ No more, but that I know, the more one sice. “ kens, 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; and that he that hath learned no wit by nature

nor art, may complain of gross breeding, or comes " of a very dull kindred.

Clo. Such a one is a natural philosopher. Waft ever in court, thepherd?

Cor. No, truly. Clo. Then thou art damn'd. Cor. Nay, I hopeClo. Truly thou art damn’d, like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side.

Cor. For not being at court? Your reason.

Clo. Why, if thou never waft at court, thou never saw'st good manners ; if thou never Taw'st good manners, then thy manners must be wicked ; and wicked. ness is sin, and sin is damnation : thou art in a parlous state, 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

You told me, you salute not at the court, but you

kiss your hands; that courtesy would be uncleanly, if courtiers were shepherds.

Clo. Instance, briefly; come, instance. Cor. Why, we are still handling our ews; and their fels, you know, are greasy.

Clo. Why, do not your courtiers hands fweat ? and is not the grease of a mutton as wholesome as the sweat of a man? Shallow, shallow

; a better instance, I say: come. Cor. Besides our hands are hard.

Clo, Your lips will feel them the sooner. Shallow again : na more founder instance, come.

Gor. And they are often tarr'd over with the surgery

court.

of our sheep; and would you have us kiss tar? the courtier's hands are perfumed with civet.

Clo. Moft shallow man! thou worms-meat, in re{pect of a good piece of Aesh, indeed! learn of the wise and perpend'; civet is of a baser birth than tar ; the very uncleanly flux of a cat. Mend the instance, thepherd.

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

Clo. Wilt thou reft damn'd? 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 ; envý no man's ' happiness; gład of other mens' good; content with • my harm; and the greatest of my pride is, to fec my

ews grase, and my lambs fuck.'

Clo. That is another simple fin in you, to bring the ews and the rams together; and to offer to get your living by the copulation of cattle ; to be a bawd to a bell-weather; and to betray a fhe-lamb of a twelvemooth to a crooked-pated old cuckoldly ram, out of all reasonable match. If thou be'st not damn'd for. this, the devil himself wi!I have no shepherds; I cannot see eife how thou should'At 'scape.

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

SCENE IV.

Enter Rosalind, with a paper..

Rof. From the east to western Inde,

"No jewel is like Rosalind.
Her worth, being inounted on the wind,
Through all the world bear's Rosalind.
oli ihe pictures, fairejt lin’d,
Ere but black to Rorind;
Let no face be kept in mind,
But the face of Rosalind.

Clo. I'll rhime you so eight years together, dinners, and fuppers, and fleeping hours, excepted : it is the right butter-womens' rank to market,

Ref. Out, fooi?
Glo. For a taste,

If a hart doth lack a kind,
Let him seek out Rosalind,
If the cat will after kird,
So, be sure, will Rosalind.
Winter garments must be lind,
So muft sender Rosalind.
They that reap muft sheaf and bind;
Then to cart with Rafalind.
Sweetest nut hath foures rind,
Such a nut is Rosalind.
He that sweetest rose will find,

Muft find love's prick, and Rosalind. This is the very false gallop of verses; why do you infect yourself with them?

Rof. Peace, you dull fool, I found them on a tree. Clo. Truly tive tree yields bad fruit. Rof. I'll graff it with you, and then I shall graff it, with a medler ; then it will be the earliest fruit i'th' country: for you'll be rotten ere you be half ripe; and that's the right virtue of the medler. Clo. You have said ; but whether wisely or no,

let the forester judge. SCENE V. Enter Celia, with a writing. Rof. Peace, here comes my sister reading; stand aside. Cel. W by mould ibis a defart be?

For it is unpeopled. No ;:
Tongues I ll hang on every tree,

That foll civil sayings show:
Some, how brief the life of man

Runs his erring pilgrimage,
That the stretching of a span

Buckles in his sum of age ;
Some of violated vows, .'

'Twixt the fouls of friend and friend:
But upon the faireft boughs. ,

Or at every sentence-end,
Will I Rosalinda write ;

Teaching all, that read, to know,
This quintesence of every sprite

Heaven would in little show.

Therefore heaven nature charg'd,

That one body should be fill's
With all graces wide enlarg’d;

Nature presently diftilld
Helen's cheeks, but not her heart,

Cleopatra's majesty,
Atalanta's better part,

Sad Lucretia's modefty.
Thus Rofalind of many parts

By heav'nly fynod was devis'd;
Of many faces, eyes, and bearts,

To have the touches deareft priz'd.
Heav'n would that she these gifts Should have,
and I to live and die ber save.

Rof. O most gentle juniper !--what tedious homily of love have you wearied your parithioners withal, and never cry'd, Have patience, good people ?

Cel. How now? back-friends ! fhepherd, go off a little : go with him, firrah.

Clo. Come, shepherd, let us make an honourable retreat; though not with bag and baggage, yet with fcrip and scrippage. [Exeunt Cor. and Clown.

S CE N E VI.
Cel. Didst thou hear these verses ?
Rof. O. yes,

I heard them all, and more too; for some of them had in them more feet than the verses would bear.

Cel. That's no matter; the feet might bear the verses.

Ror. Ay, but the feet were lame, and could not bear themselves without the verse, and therefore ftood lamely in the verse.

Cel. But didst thou hear without wondering, how thy name should be hang'd and carv'd upon these trees?

Rof. I was seven of the nine days out of wonder, before you came : for, look here, what I found on a palmtree; I was never so be-rhimed fince Pythagoras's time, that I was an Irish rat, which I can hardly remember,

Cel. Trow you, who hath done this?
Ref. Is it a man?

Cel. And a chain, that you once wore, about his neck. Change you colour ?

Roj. I pr’ythee, who?

Cel. O Lord, Lord, it is a hard matter for friends to meet ; but mountains may be removed with earthquakes, and so encounter.

Rof. Nay, but who is it?
Cel. Is it poslible ?

Rof. Nay, I pr’ythee now, with most petitionary vehemence, tell me who it is.

Cel. O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful, and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all whooping

Rof. Good my complexion ! dost thou think, though I am caparison'd like å man, I have a doublet and hole in my disposition ? One inch of delay more is a southfea off discovery. I pr’ythee, tell me who is it ; quickly, and speak apace ; I would thou could'st tammer, that thou might'st pour this concealed man out of thy mouth, as wine comes out of a narrow-mouth'd bottle; either too much at once, or none at all. I pr’ythee, take the cork out of thy mouth, that I may drink thy tidi go.

Cel. So you may put a man in your belly.

Ros. Is he of God's making ? what manner of man? is his head worth a hat? or his chin worth a beard ?

Cel. Nay, he hath but a little beard.

Rof. Why, God will send more, if the man will be thankful; let me stay the growth of his beard, if thou delay me not the knowledge of his chin.

Cel. It is young Orlando, that tripp'd up the wrestler's heels and your heart both in an instant.

Rof. Nay, but the devil take mocking; speak, sad brow, and true maid.

Cel. I' faith, coz, ’tis he.
Rof. Orlando !
Cel. Orlando,

Rof. Alas the day, what shall I do with my doublet and hofe ? what did he when thou saw'st him ? what said he ? how look'd he ? wherein went he ? what makes he here? did he ask for me? where remains he? Vol. II.

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