the weaker veffel, as doublet and hose ought to show itself courageous to petticoat; therefore, courage, good Aliena.

Cel. I pray you bear with me; I can go no further.

Clo. For my part, I had rather bear with you, than bear you; yet I fhould bear no cross, if I did bear you; for, I think you have no money 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 Touchftone.

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 scorn you Atill.
Sil. O Corin, that thou knew'ft how I do love her.
Cor. I partly guefs; for I have lov'd ere now.
Sil. No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess,
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,
As, fure, I think, did never man love fo,
How many Actions most ridiculous
Haft thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?

Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
Sil. O, thou didst then ne'er love fo heartily.
If thou remember'ft not the flighteft folly (7),
That ever love did make thee run into ;
Thou haft not lov'd

Or if thou haft not fate as I do now,
Wearying the hearer in thy mittrefs praife,
Thou haft not lov'd.

In all

Orla. inclined to believe that from this paffage Suckling took fong.

The confta bofoever,

When service there ever

Thou art not fofought, thy flame

fame.

Or if thou haft not broke from company,
Abruptly, as my paffion now makes me ;
Thou halt not lov'd.

O Phebe! Phebe ! Phebe !

[Exit Sil.

Rof. Alas! poor Shepherd! fearching of thy wound, I have by hard adventure found my own.

Clo. And I mine. I remember, when I was in love, I broke my fword upon a stone, and bid him take that for coming a-nights to Jane Smile; and I remember the kiffing of her batlet (8), and the cows 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 (9). Rof. Thou speak'ft wifer, than thou art 'ware of. Clo. Nay, I fhall ne'er be aware of mine own wit, 'till I break my fhins against it.

Rof. Jove! Jove this Shepherd's paffion is muchupon my fashion.

Clo. And mine ; but it grows fomething ftale with

me.

Cel. I pray you, one of you queftion yond man,, If he for gold will give us any food;

I faint almost to death.

Clo. Holla; you, Clown!

Rof. Peace, fool; he's not thy kinfman.

Cor. Who calls?

Clo. Your betters; Sir.

Cor. Elfe they are very wretched.

Rof. Peace, I fay--Good Even to you, friend..
Cor. And to you, gentle Sir, and to you all.

(8) batlet,- -] The inftrument with which w your their coarfe cloaths.

(و)

*For cods it would be more like fenfe to read peer the while; ing the fhape of pearls, refemble the common pre hath been all fo is all nature in love mortal in fo" I do not well understand. In the middle count a great quantity, is ufed as a particle of tall, mortal little. Of this fenfe I believ tage to produce one of his darling equivo will be, fo is all nature in love, abonn

Jag

Rof. I pr'ythee, fhepherd, if that love or gold,
Can in this defert place buy entertainment,
Bring us where we may reft ourselves, and feed;
Here's a young maid with travel much opprefs'd,
And faints for fuccour.

Cor. Fair Sir, I pity her,

And wish for her fake, more than for mine own,
My fortunes were more able to relieve her :
But I am Shepherd to another man,

And do not sheer the fleeces that I graze;
My Mafter is of churlifh difpofition,
And little recks to find the way to heav'n
By doing deeds of hofpitality:

Befides, his Cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed
Are now on fale, and at our fheep-cote now,
By reafon of his abfence, there is nothing
That ye will feed on; but what is, come fee
And in my voice most welcome shall ye be (1).
Rof. What is he, that fhall buy his flock and paf-
ture?

;

Cor. That young fwain, that you faw here but erewhile,

That little cares for buying any thing.

Rof. I pray thee, if it ftand with honefty,
Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the flock,
And thou fhalt have to pay for it of us.
Cel. And we will mend thy wages.

-I like this place, and willingly could wafte
My time in it.

Cor. Affuredly, the thing is to be fold;: Go with me. If you like, upon report, The foil, the profit, and this kind of life, Iwill your very faithful feeder be

;

In all buy it with your gold right suddenly.

Orla

[Exeunt.

The conftar my voice right welcome fhall ye be.] In my voice, as When fervice a voice or vote, as far as I have power to-bid you

Thou art not for

(4)

diverted blooa,

SCENE

SCENE V.

Enter Amiens, Jaques, and others.

SONG.

Under the greenwood tree,

Who loves to lie with me,

And tune his merry note,

Unto the fweet bird's throat,

Come hither, come hither, come bither

Here fhall be fee

No enemy

But winter and rough weather.

Jaq. More, more, I pr'ythee more.

Ami. It will make you melancholy, Monfieur Jaques. Jaq. I thank it-more, I pr'ythee, more

fuck melancholy out of a Song, as a weazel fucks more, I pr'ythee, more.

I can

eggs:

Ami. My voice is rugged; I know, I cannot please

you.

Faq. I do not defire you to please me, I do defire you to fing; come, come, another ftanzo call you 'em ftanzo's ?

Ami. What you will, Monfieur Jaques.

faq. Nay, I care not for their names, they owe me nothing- -Will you fing?

Ami. More at your requeft, than to please myself. Jaq. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you; but That, they call Compliments, is like the encounter of two dog-apes. And when a man thanks me heartily, methinks, I have given him a penny, and he renders me the beggarly thanks.

Come, fing; and you that will not, hold your

tongues.

Ami. Well, I'll end the fong. Sirs, cover the while; -the Duke will dine under this tree; he hath been all this day to look you.

* In old editions, ragged,

Jag

Faq. And I have been all this day to avoid him. He is too difputable for my company: I think of as many matters as he, but I give heav'n thanks, and make no boast of them. -Come, warble, come.

SON G.

Who doth ambition fhun,

And loves to lie *ith' Sun,

Seeking the food he eats,

And pleas'd with what he gets ;

Come hither, come hither, come hither;
Here fball be fee

No enemy

But winter and rough weather.

Jaq. I'll give thee a verse to this note, that I made yefterday in defpight of my invention.

Ami. And I'll fing it..

Jaq. Thus it goes.

If it do come to pass,

That any man turn afs;
Leaving his wealth and ease
A ftubborn will to please,

Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame † ;;

Here foall be fee

Grof fools as be,

An' if he will come to me.

Ami. What's that ducdame ?

Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle.

I'll go to fleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll

:

rail against all the firft born of Egypt.. Ami. And I'll go feek the Duke his banquet is prepar❜d. [Excunt, feverally.

* Old Edition, to live,

For dusdame Sr T. Hanmer, very acutely and judiciously, reads, dut ad me. That is, bring him to me.

SCENE