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ing him, and relish it with good observance. I fou him under a tree like a dropp'd acorn.

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Rof. It may well be call'd Jove's tree, when it drops forth fuch fruit.

Cel. Give me audience, good Madam,

Rof. Proceed.

Cel. There lay he stretch'd along like a wounded Knight.

Ref. Tho' it be pity to fee such a fight, it well be comes the ground.

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Cel. Cry, holla! to thy tongue, I pr'ythee; it cur

vets unseasonably. He was furnish'd like a hunter. Rof. Oh, ominous! he comes to kill my heart.

Cel. I would fing my fong without a burden; thou

bring'it me out of tune.

Rof. Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak-Sweet, say on.

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SCENE VII.

Enter Orlando and Jaques.

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Cel. You bring me out. Soft, comes he not here?

Rof. 'Tis he; flink by, and note him.

[Celia and Rofalind retire.

Jaq. I thank you for your company; but, good

faith, I had as lief have been myself alone.

Orla. And fo had I; but yet, for fashion fake, I

thank you too for your society.

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Jaq. God b'w' you, let's meet as little as we can,
Orla. I do defire we may be better strangers.

- I found him under a tree like a dropp'd acorn.) We should read,

Under AN OAK tree. This appears from what follows -like a dropp'd acorn. For how

did he look like a dropp'd acorn unless he was found under an oak-tree? And from Rofalind's reply, that it might well be calle Jove's tree: For the Qak was facred to Jove. WARBURTON. Jaq

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Jaq. I pray you marr no more trees with writing

love-fongs in their barks.

Orla. I pray you, marr no more of my Verses with

reading them ill-favouredly.

Jaq. Rosalind, is your love's name?

Orla. Yes, just.

Jaq. I do not like her name.

Orla. There was no thought of pleasing you, when

she was christen'd.

Jaq. What ftature is she of?

Orla. Just as high as my heart.

Jaq. You are full of pretty answers; have you not been acquainted with goldsmiths wives, and conn'd them out of rings?

Orla. Not fo': but I answer you right painted cloth, from whence you have studied your questions.

Jaq. You have a nimble wit; I think, it was made of Atalanta's heels. Will you fit down with me, and we two will rail against our mistress, the world, and all our misery.

Orla. I will chide no breather in the world but my self, against whom I know most faults.

Jaq. The worst fault you have, is to be in love. Orla. 'Tis a fault I will not change for your best virtue. I am weary of you.

Jaq. By my troth, I was feeking for a fool, when I found you.

Orla. He is drown'd in the brook; look but in, and you shall fee him.

Jag. There I shall fee mine own figure.

1-but I answer you right painted cloth. This alludes to the Fashion, in old Tapestry Hangings, of Motto's and moral Sentences from the Mouths of the Figures work'd or painted in them. The poet again hints at this Custom in his Poem, call'd, Tarquin and Lucrece:

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Who fears a Sentence, or an old
Man's Saw,

Shall by a painted Cloth be kept
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in Awe.

Sir T. Hanmer reads, I answer you right, in the stile of the painted cloth. Something feems wanting, and I know not what can be proposed better.

Orla.

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Orla. Which I take to be either a fool, or a cypher. Jaq. I'll stay no longer with you; farewel, good

Signior love!

SCENE VIII...

[Exit.

Orla. I am glad of your departure; adieu, good Monfieur melancholy! [Cel. and Rof. come forward. Rof. I will speak to him like a fawcy lacquey, and under that habit play the knave with him Do you hear, forester?

Orla. Very well; what would you?
Rof. I pray you, what is't a clock?

Orla. You should ask me, what time o'day; there's no clock in the Foreft.

Rof. Then there is no true lover in the Forest; elfe, fighing every minute, and groaning every hour, would detect the lazy foot of time, as well as a clock.

Orla. And why not the fwift foot of time? had not that been as proper?

Rof. By no means, Sir: time travels in divers paces, with divers perfons; I'll tell you whom time ambles withal, whom time trots withal, whom time gallops withal, and whom he stands still withal.

Orla. I pr'ythee, whom doth he trot withal?

Rof. Marry, he trots hard with a young maid, hetween the contract of her marriage, and the day it is folemnized: if the interim be but a fennight, time's pace is so hard that it feems the length of seven years. Orla. Who ambles time withal?

Rof. With a priest that lacks Latin, and a rich man that hath not the gout; for the one fleeps eafily be. cause he cannot study; and the other lives merrily, because he feels no pain: the one lacking the burden of lean and wasteful learning; the other knowing no burden of heavy tedious penury. These time ambles withal.

Orla. Whom doth he gallop withal?
Rof. With a thief to the gallows: for though he go

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as softly as foot can fall, he thinks himself too foon
there.

Orla. Whom stays it still, withal?

Rof. With lawyers in the vacation; for they fleep between term and term, and then they perceive not how time moves.

Orla. Where dwell you, pretty youth?

Rof. With this shepherdess, my fister; here in the
skirts of the foreft, like fringe upon a petticoat.
Orla. Are you native of this place?

Rof. As the cony, that you fee dwell where she is
kindled.

Orla. Your accent is something finer, than you could
purchase in so removed a dwelling.
Rof

I have been told fo of many; but, indeed, an
old religious Uncle of mine taught me to speak, who
was in his youth an * inland man, one who knew court-
thip too well: for there he fell in love. I have heard
him read many lectures against it; I thank God, I am
not a woman, to be touch'd with fo many giddy offences
as he hath generally tax'd their whole fex withal.

Orla. Can you remember any of the principal evils, that he laid to the charge of women?

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Rof. There were none principal, they were all like
one another, as half-pence are; every one fault seem-
ing monstrous, 'till his fellow fault came to match it.
Orla. I pr'ythee, recount fome of them.
Rof. No; I will not caft away my physick, but on
those that are fick. There is a man haunts the Forest,
that abuses our young Plants with carving Rofalind ore
their barks; hang Odes upon hawthorns, and Elegies
on brambles; all, forsooth, deifying the name of Ro-
falind. If I could meet that fancy-monger, I would
give him that good counfel, for he seems to have the
Quotidian of love upon him.

*-inland man,] Is used in this play for one civilised, in oppofition to the ruftick of the priest.

So Orlando before-Yet am I in-
land bred, and know some nurture.

Orla.

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Orla. I am he, that is so love-shak'd'; I pray you, tell me your remedy.

Rof. There is none of my Uncle's marks upon you, he taught me how to know a man in love; in which cage of rushes, I am fure, you are not prifoner

Orla. What were his marks?

Rof. A lean cheek, which you have not; a blue eye and funken, which you have not; an unquestionable spirit, which you have not; a beard neglected, which you have not; but I pardon you for that, for fimply your Having in beard is a younger Brother's revenue; then your hose should be ungarter'd, your bonnet unbanded, your fleeve unbutton'd, your shoe untied, and every thing about you demonftrating a careless defolation. But you are no fuch man, you are Tather point-de-vice in your accoutrements, as loving yourself, than seeming the lover of any other.

Orla. Fair youth, I would I could make thee believe I love.

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Rof. Me believe it? you may as foon make her, that you love, believe it; which, I warrant, she is apter to do, than to confess she does; that is one of the points, in the which women still give the lye to their consciences. But, in good footh, are you he that hangs the Verses on the trees, wherein Rosalind is so admired?

Orla. I fwear to thee, youth, by the white hand of Rofalind, I am That he, that unfortunate he.

Rof. But are you so much in love, as your rhimes fpeak?

Orla. Neither rhime nor reason can express how much.

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Rof. Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you,

speare has used a paffive for an active mode of speech: so in a former scene, The Duke is too difputable for me, that is, too dif

an unquestionable spirit.]
That is, a spirit not inquisitive,
a mind indifferent to common
objects, and negligent of com-
mon occurrences. Here Shake-putatious.

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