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Cor. No truly.

Ir the cat will after kind. Touch. Then thou art damned.

So, be sure, will Rosalind.

Wintred garments must be lin'd Cor. Nay, I hope,

So must slender Rosalind. Touch. Truly, thou art damned ; like an ill-roasted

They that reap must sheaf and bind;

Then to cart with Rosalind. es, all on one side.

Sweetest nut hath sourest rind, Cor. For not being at court? Your reason.

Such a nut is Rosalind. Touch. Why, if thou never wast at court thou never

He that sweetest rose will tiur, savist good manners ;' if thou never saw'st good man

Must find love's prick and Rosalind. ners then thy manners must be wicked; and wicked- This is the very false gallop of verses : Why do you ness is sin, and sin is damnation : Thou art in a parlous b infect yourself with them? state, shepherd

Ros. Peace, you dull fool; I found them on a tree. Cor. Not a whit, Touchstone : those that are good

Touch. Truly, the tree yields bad fruit. manners at the court are as ridiculous in the country, Ros. I 'll graff it with you, and then I shall graff it as the behaviour of the country is most mockable at the with a medlar: then it will be the earliest fruit in the cort. You told me, you salute not at the court, but country : for you 'll be rotten ere you be half ripe, and you kiss your hands; that courtesy would be uncleanly, that is the right virtue of the medlar. if courtiers were shepherds.

Touch. You have said ; but whether wisely or no, let Touch. Instance, briefly ; come, instance.

the forest judge. Cor. Why, we are still handling our ewes; and their fells, you know, are greasy.

Enter Celia, reading a paper. Touch. Why, do not your courtier's hands sweat ?

Ros. Peace! and is not the grease of a mutton as wholesome as the Here comes my sister, reading; stand aside. sweat of a man? Shallow, shallow : A better instance, I say; come.

Cel. " Why should this desert be? a Cor. Besides, our hands are hard.

For it is unpeopled ? No;

Tougues l'll hang on every tree, Touch. Your lips will feel them the sooner. Shallow,

That shall civil sayings show, again : A more sounder instance, come.

Some, how brief the life of man Cor. And they are often tarred over with the surgery

Runs his erring pilgrimage;

That the stretching of a span of our sheep; And would you have us kiss tar? The

Buckles in his sum of age. courtier's hands are perfumed with civet.

Some, of violated vows Touch. Most shallow man! Thou worms'-meat, in

"Twixt the souls of friend and friend :

But upon the fairest bonghs, respect of a good piece of flesh : Indeed! Learn of the

Or at every sectence' end, vise, and perpend : Civet is of a baser birth than tar;

Will I Rosalinda write ; the very uncleanly flux of a cat. Mend the instance,

Teaching all that read, to know shepherd.

The quintessence of every sprite

Heaven would in little show. Cor. You hare too courtly a wit for me; I 'll rest.

Therefore Heaven nature charg'd Touch. Wilt thou rest damned ? God help thee,

That one body should be filled shallow man! God make incision in thee! thou art raw.

With all graces wide enlarg d : Cor. Sir, I am a true labourer; I earn that I eat, get

Nature presently distillid

Helen's cheek, but not her heart ; that I wear; owe no man hate, envy no man's happi

Cleopatra's majesty; Tiess; glad of other men's good, content with my harm :c

Atalanta's better part; and the greatest of my pride is, to see my ewes graze and

Sad Lucretia's modesty. my lambs suck.

Thuis Rosalind of many parts

By heavenly synod was devis'd; Touch. That is another simple sin in you; to bring

Of many faces, eyes, and hearts, the ewes and the rams together, and to offer to get your

To have the touches d dearest priz'd. Liring by the copulation of cattle: to be bawd to a

Heaven would that she these gifts should have,

And I to live and die her slave." bell-wether; and to betray a she-lamb of a twelvemonth, to a crooked-pated, old, cuckoldly ram, out of all rea- Ros. O most gentle Jupiter! what tedious homily of sonable match. If thou best not damned for this, the love have you wearied your parishioners withal, and devil himself will have no shepherds ; I cannot see else never cried, “ Have patience, good people!". how thou shouldst 'scape.

Cel. How now! back, friends ;-Shepherd, go off a Cor. Here comes young master Ganymede, my new little : go with him, sirrah. mistress' brother.

Touch. Come, shepherd, let us make an honourable

retreat; though not with bag and baggage, yet with Enter ROSALIND, reading a paper.

scrip and scrippage. [Exeunt Cor. and Touch. Ros. From the east to western Ind,

Cel. Didst thou hear these verses ?
No jewel is like Rosalind.

Ros. O, yes, I heard them all, and more too; fur
Her worth, being mounted on the wind,

some of them had in them more feet than the verses Through all the world bears Rosalind. All the pictures, fairest lin'd,

would bear.
Are but black to Rosalind.

Cel. That 's no matter; the feet might bear the
Let no face be kept in mind,
Bat ibe fair of Rosalind."

Ros. Ay, but the feet were lame, and could not bear Touch. I 'll rhyme you so, eight years together; din- themselves without the verse, and therefore stvod lamely ness, and suppers, and sleeping hours excepted : it is in the verse. the right butter-woman's rank to market.

Cel. But didst thou hear, without wondering how thy Ros. Out, fool!

name should be hanged and carved upon these trees? Touch. For a taste :

Ros. I was seven of the nine days out of the wonder If a hart do lack a hind,

before you came; for look here what I found on a palmLet him seek out Rosalind.

tree: I was never so be-rhymed since Pythagoras' time,

that I was an Irish rat, which I can hardly remember Manners is here used in the sense of morals. Parlons perilous.

Cel. Trow you who bath done this? e Resigned to any evil. d Lar'd-delineated. e Fair-beauty.

4 Desert is lere an adjective opposed to civil. Shakspære, probably, had in mind the pack-horse roads, Erring-wandering: In little-in miniature. wire che traveller must follow another in single rank.

d Touches-traits.

Verses.

Ros. Is it a man?

Cel. I would sing my song without a burthen : thou Cel. And a chain, that you once wore, about his bring'st me out of tune. neck: Change you colour ?

Ros. Do you not know I am a woman? when I think Ros. I prithee, who?

I must speak. Sweet, say on Cel. O Lord, Lord! it is a hard matter for friends to meet; but mountains may be removed with earthquakes,

Enter ORLANDO and JAQUES. and so encounter. Ros. Nay, but who is it?

Cel. You bring me out :-_Soft! coines he not here? Cel. Is it possible?

Ros. 'T is he; slink by, and note him. Ros. Nay, I pray thee now, with most petitionary

[Ce... and Ros, retire vehemence, tell me who it is.

Jaq. I thank you for your company; but, good faith, Cel. O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful I had as lief have been myself alone. wonderful, and yet again wonderful, and after that out

Orl. And so had I; but yet, for fashion sake, I thank of all whooping."

you too for your society. Ros. Good my complexion ! b dost thou think, though

Jaq. God be with you ; let's meet as little as we can. I am caparisoned like a man, I have a doublet and

Orl. I do desire we may be better strangers. hose in my disposition ? One inch of delay more is a

Jaq. I pray you, mar no more trees with writing South-sea of discovery. I prithee, tell me, who is it?

love-songs in their barks. quickly, and speak apace: I would thou couldst stam

Orl. I pray you, mar no more of my verses with mer, that thou mightst pour this concealed man out of thy reading them ill-favouredly. mouth, as wine comes out of a narrow-mouthed bottle;

Jaq. Rosalind is your love's name? either too much at once, or none at all. I prithee take

Orl. Yes, just. the cork out of thy mouth, that I may drink thy tidings.

Jaq. I do not like her name. Cel. So you may put a man in your belly.

Orl. There was no thought of pleasing you when she Ros. Is he of God's making? What manner of man?

was christened. Is his head worth a hat, or his chin worth a beard ?

Jaq. What stature is she of? Cel. Nay, he hath but a little beard.

Orl. Just as high as my heart. Ros. Why, God will send more, if the man will be

Jaq. You are full of pretty answers : Have you not thankful: let me stay the growth of his beard, if thou been acquainted with goldsmiths' wives, and connec delay me not the knowledge of his chin.

them out of rings? Cel. It is young Orlando; that tripped up the wrest

Orl. Not so; but I answer you right painted cloth, ler's heels, and your heart, both in an instant.

from whence you have studied your questions. Ros. Nay, but the devil take mocking; speak sad of Atalanta's heels. Will you sit down with me? anı!

Jaq. You have a nimble wit; I think it was made brow, and true maid.d Cel. I' faith, coz, 't is he.

we two will rail against our mistress the world, and all Ros. Orlando?

our misery. Cel. Orlando.

Orl. I will chide no breather in the world but myRos. Alas the day! what shall I do with my doublet self; against whom I know most faults. and hose ?- What did he when thou saw'st him? What

Jaq. The worst fault you have, is to be in love. said he? How looked he? Wherein went be? What

Orł. "T is a fault I will not change for your best makes he here? Did he ask for me? Where remains virtue. I am weary of you. he? How parted he with thee? and when shalt thou

Jaq. By my troth, I was seeking for a fool when I see bim again? Answer me in one word.

found

you. Cel. You must borrow me Gargantua's mouth' first :

Orl. He is drowned in the brook ; look but in, and 't is a word too great for any mouth of this age's size: you shall see him, To say ay, and no, to these particulars, is more than to

Jaq. There shall I see mine own figure. answer in a catechism.

Ori. Which I take to be either a fool or a cipher. Ros. But doth he know that I am in this forest and

Jaq. I 'll tarry no longer with you : farewell, good in man's apparel ? Looks he as freshly as he did the signior Love. day he wrestled ?

Orl. I am glad of your departure ; adieu, good monCel. It is as easy to count atomies, as to resolve the

sieur Melancholy. propositions of a lover : but take a taste of my finding

[Exit JAQ.-Cel. and Ros. come forward. him, and relish it with a good observance. I found him

Ros. I will speak to bim like a saucy lacquer, and under a tree, like a dropped acorn.

under that habit play the knave with him.-Do yon Ros. It may well be called Jove's tree, when it drop i hear, forester ? forth such fruit.

Orl. Very well; What would you ? Cel. Give me audience, good madam.

Ros. I pray you, what is 't a clock? Ros. Proceed.

Orl. You should ask me what time o' day; there's Cel. There lay he, stretched along, like a wounded

no clock in the forest. knight.

Ros. Then there is no true lover in the forest ; else Ros. Though it be pity to see such a sight, it well sighing every minute, and groaning every hour, would becomes the ground.

detect the lazy foot of time as well as a clock. Cel. Cry, holla! to the tongue, I prithee; it carvets

Orl. And why not the swift foot of time? had not unseasonably. He was furnished like a hunter.

that been as proper ? Ros. O ominous! he comes to kill my hart !

Ros. By no means, sir : Time travels in divers paces

with divers persons : I 'll tell you who Time ambles * There is an old proverbial phrase, out of cry, meaning, withal, who Î'ime trots withal, who Time gallops withal, beyond all measure.

and who he stands still withal. 6 A little unmeaning exclamatory address to her beauty, in Ori. I prithee, who doth be trot withal ? the nature of a small oath.

Ros. Marry, he trots hard with a youn; maid, be • My curiosity can endure no longer. If you perplex me any farther I have a space for conjecture as wide as the Souh-sea.

tween the contract of her marriage and the day it is Speak with a serious countenance, aud as a true niais. solemnized : if the interim be but a se'nnight, Time's

Gargantua's muruththe mouth of the gian of Rabelais, pace is so liard that it seems the length of seven year. lo swallowed five pilgrims in a salad.

* Bring me out-put me oleh

time moves.

Orl. Who ambles Time withal ?

in good sooth, are you he that hangs the verses on the Ros. With a priest that lacks Latin, and a rich man trees, wherein Rosalind is so admired ? that hath not the gout: for the one sleeps easily, because Orl. I swear to thee, youth, by the white hand of Ro be cannot study; and the other lives merrily, because salind, I am that he, that unfortunate he. he feels no pain: the one lacking the burthen of lean Ros. But are you so much in love as your rhymes and wasteful learning; the other knowing no burthen speak? of heavy tedious penury: These Time ambles withal. Orl. Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much. Orl . Who doth he gallop withal ?

Ros. Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deRos. With a thief to the gallows : for though he go serves as well a dark-house and a whip as madinen do: as softly as foot can fall, he thinks himself too soon and the reason why they are not so punished and cured there.

is, that the lunacy is so ordinary that the whippers are Orl . Who stays it still withal ?

in love too: Yet I profess curing it by counsel. Ros. With lawyers in the vacation : for they sleep be- Orl. Did you ever cure any so? tween term and term, and then they perceive not how Ros. Yes, one; and in this manner. He was to

imagine me his love, his mistress ; and I set him every Orl. Where dwell you, pretty youth ?

day to woo me: At which time would I, being but a Ror. With this shepherdess, iny sister; here, in the moonish youth, grieve, be effeminate, changeable, longskirts of the forest, like fringe upon a petticoat.

ing, and liking; proud, fantastical, apish, shallow, inOri. Are you native of this place ?

constant, full of tears, full of smiles ; for every passion Ros. As the coney, that you see dwell where she is something, and for no passion truly anything, as boys kindled.

and women are for the most part cattle of this colour : Orl. Your accent is something finer than you could would now like him, now loathe him; then entertain purchase in so removed a dwelling.

him, then forswear him; now weep for him, then spit at Ros. I have been told so of many: but, indeed, an him; that I drave my suitor from his mad humour of old religious uncle of mine taught me to speak, who love, to a living® humour of madness ; which was, to was in his youth an inland man; one that knew court- forswear the full stream of the world, and to live in a ship too well, for there he fell in love. I have heard nook merely monastic : And thus I'cured him; and him read many lectures against it; and I thank God I this way will I take upon me to wash your liver as am not a woman, to be touched with so many giddy clean as a sound sheep's heart, that there shall not be offences as he hath generally taxed their whole sex one spot of love in 't. withal.

Orl. I would not be cured, yonth. Orl. Can you remember any of the principal evils Ros. I would cure you, if you would but call me Rothat he laid to the charge of women ?

salind, and come every day to my cote, and woo me. Ros. There were none principal; they were all like Orl. Now, by the faith of my love, I will : tell me Che another, as halfpence are: every one fault seeming where it is. toonstrous, till its fellow fault came to match it.

Ros. Go with me to it, and I 'll show it you: and, by Orh I prithee recount some of them.

the way, you shall tell me where in the forest you live: Ros. No; I will not cast away my physic but on Will you go? those that are sick. There is a man haunts the forest Ori. With all my heart, good youth. that abuses our young plants with carving Rosalind on Ros. Nay, you must call me Rosalind :—Come, their barks; hangs odes upon hawthorns, and elegies on sister, will you go?

[Exeunt. trambles; all, forsooth, deifying the name of Rosalind : if I could meet that fancy-monger, I would give him

SCENE III. serne good counsel, for he seems to have the quotidian

Enter TouchSTONE and AUDREY; JAQUES at a of love upon him. Orl. I ara he that is so love-shaked; I pray you, tel]

distance, observing them. me your remedy.

Touch. Come apace, good Audrey; I will fetch up Ros. There is none of my uncle's marks upon you: your goats, Audrey: And how, Audrey ? am I the man ke taught me how to know a man in love; in which yet ? Doth my simple feature content you? cage of rushes, I am sure, you are not prisoner.

Aud. Your features ! Lord warrant us! what feaOrl. What were his marks?

tures! Ros. A lean cheek; which you have not: a blue Touch. I am here with thee and thy goats, as the ere, and sunken; which you have not: an unquestion most capricious poet, honest Ovid, was among the Guths. able spirit ; which you have not: a beard neglected; Jaq. O knowledge ill-inhabited ! b worse than Jove which you have not : (but I pardon you for that; for, in a thatched house!

[Aside. simply, your having in beard e is a younger brother's Touch. When a man's verses cannot be understood, revetne :) Then your hose should be ungartered, your nor a man's good wit seconded with the forward child, barnet unbanded, your sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe understanding, it strikes a man more dead than a great untied, and everything about you demonstrating a care- reckoning in a little room: Truly, I would the gods less desolation. But yon are no such man; you are ra

had made thee poetical. ther point-deviced in your accoutrements ; as loving Aud. I do not know what poetical is : is it honest in yourself, than seeming the lover of any other.

deed and word ? Is it a true thing ? Orl

. Fair youth, I would I could make thee believe Touch. No, truly; for the truest poetry is the most I love.

feigning; and lovers are given to poetry; and wha! Ros. Me believe it? you may as soon make her that they swear in poetry, may be said, as lovers, they do Feu love believe it; which, I warrant, she is apter to do feign. than to confess she does : that is one of the points in the Aud. Do you wish, then, that the gods had made me which women still give the lie to their consciences. But, poetical ?

Touch. I do, truly : for thou swear'st to me thou art Renced remote.

honest; now, if thou wert a poet I might have some Uaquestuable-not to be questioned, not to be conversed hope thou didst feign.

Aud. Would you not have me honest ? • Hansag in beard—your possession in beard; having is a subsantise

a Living-actual, positive. # Prat-docica-miautely exact.

6 III-inluzbited-ill-lodged.

to sugar.

Touch. No, truly, unless thou wert hard-favoured :

Not O sweet Oliver,

( brave Oliver, for honesty coupled to beauty, is to bave honey a sauce

Leave me not behind thee:

But wind away, Jaq. A material fool! a

[Aside.

Begone I say, Aud. Well, I am not fair; and therefore I pray the

I will not to wedding with thee. gods make me honest!

(Exeunt JAQ., Touch., and AUD, Touch. Truly, and to cast away honesty upon a foul Sir Oli. "T is no matter; ne'er a fantastical knave slut were to put good meat into an unclean dish. of them all shall flout me ort of my calling.

[Exit Aud. I am not a slut, though I thank the gods I am foul. b

Touch. Well, praised be the gods for thy foulness ! SCENE IV.—The same. Before a Cottage. sluttishness may come hereafter. But be it as it may be, I will marry thee : and to that end, I have been

Enter ROSALIND and Celia. with sir Oliver Martext, the vicar of the next village ;

Ros. Never talk to me, I will weep. who hath promised to meet me in this place of the forest, and to couple us.

Cel. Do, I prithee; but yet have the grace to consi

der that tears do not become a man. Jaq. I would fain see this meeting. [Aside.

Ros. But have I not cause to weep?
Aud. Well, the gods give us joy !
Touch. Amen. A man may, if he were of a fearful

Cel. As good cause as one would desire; therefore

weep. heart, stagger in this attempt; for here we have no temple but the wood, no assembly but horn-beasts. But

Ros. His very hair is of the dissembling colour. what though? Courage! As horns are odious, they are kisses are Judas's own children.

Cel. Something browner than Judas's : marry, his necessary. It is said, Many a man knows no end of his

Ros. I' faith, his hair is of a good colour. goods : right; many a man has good horns, and knows no end of them. Well, that is the dowry of his wife;

Cel. An excellent colour : your chesnut was ever the 't is none of his own getting. Horns? Even so : Pour only colour, men alone? No, no; the noblest deer bath them as

Řos. And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the huge as the rascal. Is the single man therefore blessed? touch of holy bread. No: as a walled town is more worthier than a village,

Cel. He hath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana: a so is the forehead of a married man more honourable than

nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously; the bare brow of a bachelor: and by how much de- the very ice of chastity is in them. fenced is better than no skill, by so much is a horn more

Ros. But why did he swear he would come this

morning, and comes not? precious than to want.

Cel. Nay, certainly, there is no truth in him.
Enter Sir Oliver MARTEXT.

Ros. Do you think so!

Cel. Yes; I think he is not a pick-purse, nor a Here comes sir Oliver :—Sir Oliver Martext, you are horse-stealer ; but for his verity in love, I do think him well met: Will you despatch us here under this tree, as concave as a covered goblet," or a worm-eaten nut. or shall we go with you to your chapel ?

Ros. Not true in love? Sir Oli. Is there none here to give the woman? Cel. Yes, when he is in; but, I think he is not in. Touch. I will not take her on gift of any man. Ros. You have heard him swear downright he was.

Sir Oli. Truly she must be given, or the marriage is Cel. Was is not is : besides, the oath of a lover is no not lawful.

stronger than the word of a tapster; they are both the Jaq. [discovering himself.] Proceed, proceed; I 'll confirmer of false reckonings : He attends here in the give her.

forest on the duke your father. Touch. Good even, good master “What ye call 't :" Ros. I met the duke yesterday, and had much quesHow do you, sir? You are very well met: God 'ilation with him : He asked me, of what parentage I you o for your last company: I am very glad to see was ; I told him, of as good as he; so he laughed, and you :-Even a toy in hand here, sir :-Nay; pray be let me go. But what talk we of fathers, when there 's covered.

such a man as Orlando? Jaq. Will you be married, motley!

Cel. O, that 's a brave man! he writes brave verses, Touch. As the ox bath his bow, sir, the horse his speaks brave words, swears brave oaths, and breaks curb, and the falcon her bells, so man hath his desires ; them bravely, quite traverse, athwart the heart of his and as pigeons bill, so wedlock would be nibbling. lover; as a puny tilter, that spurs his horse but on one

Jaq. And will you, being a man of your breeding, side, breaks his staff like a noble goose : but all 's brave he married under a bush, like a beggar? Get you to that youth mounts, and folly guides :—Who comes church, and have a good priest that can tell you what here? marriage is : this fellow will but join you together as they join wainscot; then one of you will prove a shrunk

Enter Corin. panel, and, like green timber, warp, warp. Touch. I am not in the mind but I were better to be After the shepherd that complain d of love;

Cor. Mistress, and master, you have oft inquir'd married of him than of another : for he is not like to who you saw sitting by me on the turf, marry me well ; and not being well married, it will Praising the proud disdainful shepherdess be a good excuse for me hereafter to leave my wife.

That was his mistress. [Aside. Cel.

Well, and what of him? Jaq. Go thou with me, and let me counsel thee.

Cor. If you will see a pageant truly playil, Touch. Come, sweet Audrey :

Between the pale complexion of true love We must be married, or we must live in bawdry.

And the red glow of scorn and proud disdain, Farewell, good master Oliver !

Go bence a little, and I shall conduct you, * A tool with matter hou.

If you will mark it. Foul is here used in the sense of homely-opposed to fair.

Ros.

0, come, let us remove; Rascal is the hunter's term given to deer lean and out of The sight of lovers feedeth those in love:

Any means of defence is better than the lack of science; in * The goblet is covered when it is empty; when full to be proportion as something is to nothing.

drunk out of, the cover is removed. e' (lod yield you-give you recompense.

1 Question-discourse.

season.

Bring us to this sight, and you shall say

Cry the man mercy; love him; take his offer ;
I ll prove a busy actor in their play. [Exeunt. Foul is most foul, being foul to be a scofler.

So, take her to thee, shepherd; fare you well.
SCENE V.-Another part of the Forest. Phe. Sweet youth, I pray you chide a year together;

I had rather hear you chide than this man woo.
Enter Silvius and PHEBE.

Ros. He's fallen in love with your foulness, and Sil. Sweet Phebe, do not scorn me; do not, Phebe :

she 'll fall in love with my anger : if it be so, as fast Say, that you love me not ; but say not so

as she answers thee with frowning looks, I 'll sauce her In bitterness : The common executioner,

with bitter words.—Why look you so upon me? Whose heart the accustom'd sight of death makes Phe. For no ill will I bear you. hard,

Ros. I pray you, do not fall in love with me, Falls not the axe upon the humbled neck,

For I am falser than vows made in wine : But first begs pardon; Will you sterner be

Besides, I like you not: If you will know my house, Than be that dies and lives by bloody drops ?

"T is at the tuft of olives, here hard by :

Will you go, sister? Shepherd, ply her hard; Eater RosaLIND, CELIA, and Corin, at a distance.

Come, sister: Shepherdess, look on him better, Phe. I would not be thy executioner;

And be not proud : though all the world could see, I dy thee, for I would not injure thee.

None could be so abus'd in sight as be. Thou tellst me, there is murther in mine eye;

Come, to our flock. [Exeunt Ros., Cel., and Cor T is pretty, sure, and very probable,

Phé. Dead shepherd ! now I find thy saw of might; That eyes, that are the frail'st and softest things, “ Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight?" Who shut their coward gates on atomies,

Sil. Sweet Phebe,Should be call'd tyrants, butchers, murtherers !

Phe.

Ha! what say'st thou, Silvius ? Now I do frown on thee with all my heart;

Sil. Sweet Phebe, pity me.
And, if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill thee; Phe. Why, I am sorry for thee, gentle Silvius.
Now counterfeit to swoon; why, now fall down; Sil. Wherever sorrow is, relief would be;
Or, if thou canst not, 0, for shame, for shame, If you do sorrow at my grief in love,
Lie not, to say mine eyes are murtherers.

By giving love, your sorrow and my grief
Now show the Found mine eye hath made in thee : Were both extermin'd.
Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remains

Phe. Thou hast my love; Is not that neighSonne scar of it; lean upon a rush,

bourly? The cicatrice and capable impressure,

Sil. I would have you. Thy palm some moment keeps: but now mine eyes, Phe.

Why, that were covetousness. Which I have darted at thee, hurt thee not;

Silvius, the time was that I hated thee ; Nor, I am sure, there is no force in eyes

And yet it is not that I bear thee love :
That can do hurt.

But since that thou canst talk of love so well,
Sil.
O dear Phebe,

Thy company, which erst was irksome to me,
If ere (as that ever may be near)

I will endure; and I 'll employ thee too : You meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy,

But do not look for further recompense Then shall you know the wounds invisible

Than thine own gladness that thou art employ'd. That love's keen arrows make.

Sil. So holy and so perfect is my love, Phe.

But, till that time, And I in such a poverty of grace, Come not thou near me: and, when that time comes,

That I shall think it a most plenteous crop Aflict me with thy mocks, pity me not;

To glean the broken ears after the man As till that time, I shall not pity thee.

That the main harvest reaps : loose now and then Ros. And why, I pray you? (Advancing.] Who A scatter'd smile, and that I 'll live upon. might be your mother ?

Phe. Know'st thou the youth that spoke to me That you insult, exult, and all at once,

erewhile ! Ore the wretched ? What though you have no Sil. Not very well, but I have met him oft ; beauty,

And he hath bought the cottage, and the bounds, (As, by my faith, I see no more in you

That the old carlot a once was master of. Than without candle may go dark to bed.)

Phe. Think not I love him, though I ask for him; Most you be therefore proud and pitiless !

'T is but a peevish boy :yet he talks well ;Why, what means this? Why do you look on me? But what care I for words? yet words do well, I see no more in you than in the ordinary

When he that speaks them pleases those that hear. Of nature's sale-work :-Od's my little life!

It is a pretty youth :not very pretty :I think she means to tangle my eyes too :

But, sure, he's proud ; and yet his pride becomes Na 'faith, proud mistress, hope not after it; Tis not your inky brows, your black silk hair, He 'll make a proper man: The best thing in him Your bugle eyeballs, nor your cheek of cream,

Is his complexion; and faster than his tongue
That can entame my spirits to your worship.

Did make offence, his eye did heal it up.
You foolish shepherd, wherefore do you follow her, He is not very tall; yet for his years he 's tall:
Like forgy south, puffing with wind and rain ? His leg is but so so; and yet 't is well :
You are a thousand times a properer man,

There was a pretty redness in his lip;
Than she a woman : T is such fools as you

A little riper and more lusty red That make the world full of ill-favour'd children : Than that mix'd in his cheek; 't was just the differ T is not her glass, but you, that flatters her; And out of you she sees herself more proper

Betwixt the constant red, and mingled damask. Than any of her lineaments can show her.

There be some women, Silvius, had they mark'd him Bat, mistress, know yourself; down on your knees, In parcels as I did, would have gone near And thank Heaven, fasting, for a good man's love : To fall in love with him: but, for my part, For I must tell you friendly in your ear,

I love him not, nor hate him not; and yet. Bell when you can; you are not for all markets : Have more cause to hate him than to love him : a Capable--able to receive

a Carlut-churl or peasant.

him :

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