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very vile life. Now in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in refpect it is not in the Court, it is tedious. As it is a spare life, look you, it fits

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 fickens, the worsę at eafe 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 over in Court, shepherd ?

Cor. No, truly.
Clo. Then thou art damn'd.
Cor. Nay, I hope

Clo. Truly, thou art damn'd, like an ill-róásled egg,

all on one side. Cor. For not being at Court ? your reason.

Clo. Why, if thou never wast at Court, thou never faw'st good manners; if thou never saw'st good manners, then thy manners must be wicked ; and wickcdness is fin, and fin is damnation : thou art in a parlous state, shepherd.

Cor. Not a whit, Touchstone: thofe, 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 bc uncleanly, if Courtiers were thepherds.

* He that halh learned no wit by nature or art, may complain of good breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred.) Common Sense requires us w read, -way complain of gross breeding...


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Clo. Instance, briefly; come, instance.

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

Clo. Why, do not your Courtiers hands sweat ? and is not the grease of a mutton as wholsome as the sweat of a man? shallow, shallow ; a better instance, I say: come.

Cor. Besides, our hands are hard.

Clu. Your lips will feel them the sooner. Shallow again :--a more founder instance, come.

Cor. And they are often tarr'd over with the furgery of our sheep; and would you have us kiss tarr? ihe Courtier's hands are perfumed with civet.

Clo. Most shallow man! thou worms-meat, in refpect of a good piece of flesh, indeed! learn of the wise and perpend; civet is of a baser birth than tarr; ihe very uncleanly flux of a cat. Mend the instance, shepherd.

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 po 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,


lambs fuck, Clo. 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 a bawd to a bell-weather; and to betray a she-lamb of a twelve-month to a crooked-pated old cuckoldly ram, out of all reasonable match. If thou be'st not damn'd for this, the devil himself will have no shepherds; I cannot see else how thou should'ft fcape.

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

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Ros. FROM the cast to western Inde.

No jewel is like Rosalind,
Her worth, being mounted on the wind,
Through all the world bear's Rosalind.
All the pi&tures, fairejt lind,
Are but black to Rosalind;
Let no face be kept in mind,
But the face of Rosalind.


Clo. I'll rhime you fo, eight years together; dinners, and suppers, and sleeping hours excepted: it is the right butter-women's rank to market.

Rof. Out, fool!
Clo, For a taste.-

If a hart doth lack a hind,
Let him seek out Rosalind.
If the cat will afier kind,
So, be sure, wil Rosalind.
Winter garments mus be lind,
So mult fender Rosalind.
They, that reap, must leaf and bind;
Then to Cart with Rosalind.
Sweetest nut hath Gowrest rind,
Such a nut is Rosalind.
He that sweetest rose will find,
Must find love's prick, and Rosalind.

This is the very false gallop of verses; why do you
infe&t yourself with them?

Ros. Peace, you dull fool, I found them on a trec.
Clo. Truly, the 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.


Enter Celia, with a writing. Rof.

stand alide.

PEACE, here comes my sister reading;

Cel. Why should this a Defart be,

For it is unpeopled ? No;
Tongues I'll hang on every tree,

That shall civil saying 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 souls of friend and friend ;
But upon the fairest boughs,

Or at every sentence end,
Will I Rosalinda write;

Teaching all, that read, to know,
This Quintessence of every Sprite

Heaven would in little show.
Therefore heaven nature charg'd,

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

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

Cleopatra's majefy;
Atalanta's better part;

Sad Lucretia's modesty. * Let the Fo:est judge.] We should read Forester, i. c. the Shepherd who was there present.


Thus Rosalind of many parts

By heav'nly Synod was devis'd;
Of many faces, eyes and hearts,

To have the Touches dearest priz’d.
Heav'n would that she these gifts should have,

And I to live and die her slave.

Rof. * O most gentle Juniper !—what tedious homily of love have you wearied your Parishioners withal, and never cry'd, have patience, good people?

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

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


Cel. IDST thou hear these verscs ?

Ros. O yes, I heard them all, and more 100; 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.

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

Cel. But didst thou hear without wondring, how rhy name should be hang'd and carv'd upon thele trees?

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

* O most gentle Jupiter!) We should read Juniper, as the following Words thew, alluding to the proverbial Term of a Juniper Lecture: A larp or unpleasing one; Juniper being a rough prickly Plant.

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