Your Praife is come too fwiftly home before you. No more do yours; your virtues, gentle mafter, Oh, what a world is this, when what is comely Orla. Why, what's the matter? Come not within thefe doors; within this roof Your brother(no; no brother; yet the fon, Orla. Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go? Or with a base, and boisterous sword enforcé Adam. But do not fo; I have five hundred crowns, P Tho Tho' I look old, yet I am strong and lufty; Orla. Oh! good old man, how well in thee appears Adam. Mafter, go on; and I will follow thee [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE changes to the FOREST of Arden. Enter Rofalind in Boys cloaths for Ganymed, Celia dreft like a Shepherdefs for Aliena, and Clown. Rof. Jupiter! how weary are my spirits? (11) were not weary. Rof. I could find in my heart to difgrace my man's apparel, and cry like a woman; but I must comfort the weaker veffel, as doublet and hose ought to fhow it felf courageous to petticoat, therefore, courage, good Aliena. Cel. I pray you, bear with me, I cannot go no further. Clo. For my part, I had rather bear with you, than bear you; yet I fhould bear no Crofs, if I did bear you; for, I think, you have no mony in your purse. Rof. Well, this is the foreft of Arden. Clo. Ay; now I am in Arden, the more fool I; when I was at home, I was in a better place; but travellers must be content. Rof. Ay, be fo, good Touchstone: look you, who comes here; a young man and an old in folemn talk. Enter Corin and Silvius. Cor. That is the way to make her fcorn you ftill. Sil. O Corin, that thou knew'ft how I do love her! Cor. I partly guess; for I have lov'd ere now. Sil. No, Corin, being old, thou can'ft not guefs, Tho' in thy youth thou waft as true a lover, As ever figh'd upon a midnight pillow; But if thy love were ever like to mine, (11) O Jupiter! how merty are my Spirits?] And yet, within the Space of one intervening Line, She fays, She could find in her Heart to difgrace her Man's Apparel, and cry like a Woman. Sure, this is but a very bad Symptom of the Briskness of Spirits: rather, a direct Proof of the contrary Difpofition. Mr. Warburton and I, both, concurr'd in conjecturing it fhould be, as I have reform'd it in the Text; weary are my Spirits? P 2 bow (As (As, fure, I think, did never man love fo) Haft thou been drawn to by thy fantafie? Or if thou haft not fate as I do now, Or if thou haft not broke from company, O Phebe, Phebe, Phebe! [Exit Sil. Rof. Alas, poor Shepherd! fearching of thy wound, I have by hard adventure found my own. 4 Clo. And I mine; I remember, when I was in love, I broke my fword upon a ftone, and bid him take that for coming a-nights to Jane Smile; and I remember the kiffing of her batler, and the cow's dugs that her pretty chopt hands had milk'd; and I remember the wooing of a peafcod inftead of her, from whom I took two cods, and giving her them again, faid with weeping tears, wear thefe for my fake. We, that are true lovers, run into ftrange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, fo is all nature in love mortal in folly. Rof. Thou fpeak'st wiser, than thou art ware of. Clo. Nay, I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit, 'till I break my fhins against it. Rof. Jove! Jove! this Shepherd's paffion is much upon my fashion. me. Clo. And mine, but it grows fomething ftale with Cel. I pray you, one of you queftion yond man, If he for gold will give us any food; I faint almoft to death. Clo. Holla; you, Clown! Rof. Peace, fool; he's not thy kinfman. Cor. Who calls? Clo. Clo. Your Betters, Sir. Cor. Elfe they are very wretched. Rof. Peace, I fay; good Even to you, friend. Cor. Fair Sir, I pity her, And with, for her fake more than for mine own, But I am Shepherd to another man, And little wreaks to find the way to heav'n Befides, his Coate, his flocks, and bounds of feed P Cor. That young swain, that you faw here but erc while, That little cares for buying any thing. Rof. I pray thee, if it ftand with honefty, Buy thou the cottage, pafture, and the flock, I like this place, and willingly could waste Cor. Affuredly the thing is to be fold; And buy it with your gold right fuddenly, [Exeunt. |