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at ease he is; and that he that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends :—That the property of rain is to wet, and fire to burn: That good pasture makes fat sheep; and that a great cause of the night, is lack of the sun : That he, that hath learned no wit by nature nor art, may complain of good breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred.

Touch. Such a one is a natural philosopher. Wast ever in court, slepherd ?

Cor. No, sir, I am a true laborer; I earn that I eat, get that I wear; owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness; glad of other men's good, content with my harm : and the greatest of my pride is, to see my ewes graze, and my lambs feed. Here comes young master Ganymede, my new mistress's brother.

Enter ROSALIND, reading a paper.
Ros. From the east to western Ind,

No jewel is like Rosalind.
Her worth, being mounted on the wind,
Through all the world bears Rosalind.
All the pictures, fairest lin'd,
Are but black to Rosalind.
Let no face be kept in mind,

But the fair of Rosalind. Touch. I'll rhyme you so, eight years together; dinners, and sup. pers, and sleeping hours excepted : it is the right butter woman's rank to market.

Ros. Out, fool !
Touch. For a taste :-

If a hart do lack a hind,
Let him seek out Rosalind.
If the cat will after kind,
So, be sure, will Rosalind.
Winter garments

must be lin’d,
So must slender Rosalind.
They that reap, must sheaf and bind;
Then to cart with Rosalind.
Sweetest nut hath sourest rind,

Such a nut is Rosalind. This is the very false gallop of verses ; Why do you infect yourself with them?

Ros. Peace, you dull fool : I found them on a tree.
Touch. Truly, the tree yields bad fruit.

Ros. I'll graff it with you, and then I shall graff it with a medlar : then it will be the earliest fruit in the country : for you will be rotten e'er you be half ripe, and that's the right virtue of the medlar,

Touch. You have said ; but whether wisely or no, let the fores. judge.

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Enter CELIA, reading a paper
Ros. Peace
Here comes my sister, reading ; stand aside.
Cel. Why should this desert silent be?

For it is unpeopled ? No;
Tongues I'll hang on every tree,

That shall civil sayings show :
Some, how brief the life of man

Runs his erring pilgrimage ;
That the stretching of a span

Buckles in his sum of age.
Some, of violated vows

'Twixt the souls of friend and friend :
But

upon the fairest boughs,
Or at every sentence end,
Will I Rosalinda write :

Teaching all that read to know
The quintessence of every sprite

Heaven would in little show.
Therefore heaven nature charg'd

That one body should be fill'd
With all graces wide enlarg’d:

Nature presently distilld
Helen's cheek, but not her heart;

Cleopatra's majesty ;
Atalanta's better part ;

Sad Lucretia's modesty.
Thus Rosalind of many parts

By heavenly synod was devis'd,
Of many faces, eyes, and hearts

To have the touches dearest priz'd.
Heaven would that she these gifts should have,

And I to live and die her slave. Ros. () most gentle Jupiter !—what tedious homily of love have you wearied your parishioners withal, and never cry'd, Have patience, good people!

Cel. How now! back friends ;-Shepherd, go off a little :-Go with him, sirrah.

Touch. Come, shepherd, let us make an honorable retreat: though not with bag and baggage, yet with scrip and scrippage.

[Exeunt Corin, and TOUCHSTONE. Cel. Didst thou hear these verses ?

Ros. O, yes, I heard them all, and more too; for some of them had in them more feet than the verses would bear.

Cel. That's no matter; the feet might bear the verses. Ros. Ay, but the feet were lame, and could not bear themselves without the verse, and therefore stood lamely in the verse.

Cel. But didst thou hear, without wondering how thy name should oc hang’d and carved upon these trees ?

you color ?

Ros. I was seven of the nine days out of the wonder, before you came ; for look here what I found on a palm-tree: I was never so be-rhymed since Pythagoras' time, that I was an Irish rat, which I can hardly remember.

Cel. Trow you, who hath done this ?
Ros. Is it a man?
Cel. And a chain, that you once wore, about his neck : Change
Ros. I pr’ythee, who?

Cel. 0! it is a hard matter for friends to meet; but mountains may be removed with earthquakes, and so encounter.

Ros. Nay, but who is it ?
Cel. Is it possible ?

Ros. Nay, I pray thee now, with most petitionary vehemence, tell me who it is ?

Cel. O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful, and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all whooping !

Ros. Good my complexion ! dost thou think, though I am caparison'd like a man, I have a doublet and hose in my disposition ? One inch of delay more is a South-sea-off discovery. I pr’ythee, tell me, who is it ? quickly, and speak apace : I would thou couldst stammer, that thou might'st pour this concealed man out of thy mouth, as wine comes out of a narrow-mouth'd bottle ; either too much at once, or none at all. I pr’ythee take the cork out of thy mouth, that I may drink thy tidings. "What manner of man ? Is his head worth a hat?

Cel. It is young Orlando; that tripp'd up the wrestler's heels, and your heart, both in an instant.

Ros. Nay, no mocking; speak sad brow, and true maid.
Cel. I' faith, coz, 'tis he.
Ros. Orlando ?
Cel. Orlando.

Ros. Alas the day! what shall I do with my doublet and hose ?What did he when thou saw'st him ? What said he ? How look'd he? Wherein went he ? What makes he here ? Did he ask for me? Where remains he? How parted he with thee ? and when shalt thou see him again ? Answer me in one word.

Cel. You must borrow me Garagantua's mouth first: 'tis a word too great for any mouth of this age's size: To say, ay, and no, to these particulars, is more than to answer in a catechism.

Ros. But doth he know that I am in this forest, and in man's apparel ? Looks he us freshly as he did the day he wrestled ? Cel

. It is as easy to count atomies, as to resolve the propositions of a lover :—but take a taste of my finding him, and relish it with a good observance. I found him under a tree, like a dropp'd acorn.

Ros. It may well be callid Jove's tree, when it drops forth such fruit.

Cel. Give me audience, good madam.
Ros. Proceed.
Cel. There lay he, stretch'd along, like a wounded knight.

ground.

Ros. Though it be pity to see such a sight, it well becomes the

Cel. Cry, holloa ! to thy tongue, I pr’ythee : it curvets very un reasonably. He was furnish'd like a hunter.

Ros. O ominous ! he comes to kill my heart.

Cel. I would sing my song without a burden : thou bring’st me out of tune.

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

Enter ORLANDO, and JAQUES.
Cel. You bring me out:-Soft! comes he not here?
Ros. 'Tis he; slink by, and note him.

(Celia and ROSALIND retire. Jaq. I thank you for your company ; but, good faith, I had as lief have been myself alone.

Orl. And so had I; but yet, for fashion sake, I thank you too for your society.

Jaq. Heaven be with you ; let's meet as little as we can.
Ori. I do desire, we may be better strangers.

Jaq. I pray you, mar no more trees with writing love-songs in their barks.

Orl. I pray you, mar no more of my verses with reading them illfavoredly.

Jaq. Rosalind is your love's name?
Ori. Yes, just.
Jaq. I do not like her name.

Orl. There was no thought of pleasing you, when she was christen'd.

Jaq. What stature is she of?
Orl. Just as high as my heart .

Jaq. You are full of pretty answers : Have you not been acquainted with goldsmith's wives, and conn’d them out of rings?

Orl. Not so ; but I answer you right painted cloth, from whence you have studied your questions.

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

Orl. I will chide no breather in the world, but myself; against whom I know most faults.

Jaq. The most fault you have, is to be in love.

Ori. 'Tis a fault I will not change for your best virtue. I am weary of you.

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

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

Jaq. There shall I see mine own figure.
Orł. Which I take to be either a fool or a cipher.
Jaq. I'll tarry no longer with you; farewell, good signior love.

Orl. I am glad of your departure; adieu, good monsieur melancholy.

[Exit JAQUES.--CEL. and Ros. come forward. Ros. I will speak to him like a saucy lacquey, and under that habit play the knave with him.-Do you hear, forester ?

Ori. Very well; what would you ?
Ros. I

pray you, what is't a clock ? Orl. You should ask me, what time o’day; there's no clock in the forest.

Ros. Then there's no true lover in the forest ; else sighing every minute, and groaning every hour, would detect the lazy foot of time, as well as a clock.

Orl. And why not the swift foot of time ? had not that been as proper ?

Ros. By no means, sir: Time travels in divers paces with divers persons : I'll tell you who time ambles withal, who time trots withal, who time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal.

Orl. I pr’ythee, who doth he trot withal ?

Ros. Marry, he trots hard with a young maid, between the contract of her marriage, and the day it is solemnized.

Orl. Who ambles time withal ?

Ros. With a priest that lacks Latin, and a rich man that hath nicht the gout: for the one sleeps easily, because 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.

Orl. Who doth he gallop withal ?

Ros. With a thief to the gallows: for though he go as softly as foot can fall, he thinks himself too soon there.

Orl. Who stays it still withal ?

Ros. With lawyers in the vacation: for they sleep between term and term, and then they perceive not how time moves.

Orl. Where dwell you, pretty youth ?

Ros. With this shepherdess, my sister; here in the skirts of the forest.

Orl. Are you a native of this place ?
Ros. As the rabbit, that you see dwell where she is kindled.

Orl. Your accent is something finer than you could purchase in so removed a dwelling.

Ros. I have been told so of many: but, indeed, an old religious uncle of mine taught me to speak, who was in his youth an inlandman; one that knew courtship too well, for there he fell in love. I have heard him read many lectures against it; and I thank fortune, I am not a woman, to be touch'd with so many giddy offences as he hath generally tax'd their whole sex withal.

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

Ros. There were none principal; they were all like one another, as nalf-pence are: every one fault seeming monstrous, till his fellow fault came to match it.

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