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The means of weakness and debility;
Orl. O good old man; how well in thee appears
Adam. Master, go on; and I will follow thee, To the last gasp, with truth and loyaltyFrom seventeen years till now almost fourscore Here lived I, but now live here no more. At seventeen years many their fortunes seek; But at fourscore, it is too late a week: Yet fortune cannot recompense me better, Than to die well, and not my master's debtor:
The Forest of Arden.
Enter ROSALIND in boy's clothes, CELIA drest like a
Shepherdess, and TOUCHSTONE.
Touch. I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary
Ros. I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel, and to cry like a woman: but I must comfort the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to show itself courageous to petticoat: therefore, courage, good Aliena.
Cel. I pray you, bear with me; I cannot go no further.
Touch. For my part, I had rather bear with you, than bear you : yet I should bear no cross, if I did bear you; for, I think, you have no money in your purse.
Ros. Well, this is the forest of Arden.
Touch. Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I; when I was at home, I was in a better place; but travellers must be content. Ros. Ay, be so, good Touchstone:
:-Look you, who comes here; a young man, and an old, in solemn talk.
1 A piece of money stamped with a cross.,
Enter CORIN and SILVIUS.
Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you still. Sil. O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love her! Cor. I partly guess; for I have lov'd ere now.
Sil. No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess; Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover As ever sigh'd upon a midnight pillow: But if thy love were ever like to mine, (As sure I think did never man love so,) How many actions most ridiculous Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy ?
Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
Sil. O, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily:
[Exit Silvius. Ros. Alas, poor shepherd! searching of thy wound, I have by hard adventure found mine own.
Touch. And I mine: I remember, when I was in love, I broke my sword upon a stone, and bid him take that for coming anight8 to Jane Smile: and I remember the kissing of her batlet,9 and the cow's
8 In the night.
dugs that her pretty chop'd hands had milk'd: and I remember the wooing of a peascod instead of her ; from whom I took two cods, and, giving her them again, said with weeping tears, Wear these for my sake. We, that are true lovers, run into strange capers ;
but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.
Ros. Thou speak'st wiser, than thou art 'ware of.
Touch. Nay, I shall ne'er be 'ware of mine own wit, till I break my shins against it. Ros. Jove! Jove ! this shepherd's passion Is much upon my
fashion. Touch, And mine; but it grows something stale
Touch. Holla ; you, clown!
Peace, fool; he's not thy kinsman.'
Peace, I say Good even to you, friend.
Cor. And to you, gentle sir, and to you all.
Ros. I pr’ythee, shepherd, if that love, or gold, Can in this desert place buy entertainment, Bring us where we may rest ourselves, and feed : Here's a young maid with travel much oppress’d, And faints for succour. Cor.
Fair sir, I pity her, And wish for her sake, more than for mine own,
My fortunes were more able to relieve her :
pasture ? Cor. That young swain that you saw here but
erewhile, That little cares for buying any thing.
Ros. I pray thee, if it stand with honesty, Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the flock, And thou shalt have to pay for it of us. Cel. And we will mend thy wages; I like this
place, And willingly could waste my time in it.
Cor. Assuredly, the thing is to be sold : Go with me; if you like, upon report, The soil, the profit, and this kind of life, I will your very faithful feeder be, And buy it with your gold right suddenly. [Ereunt.