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I was at home, I was in a better place; but travellers must be content.
Rof. Ay, be fo, good Touchstone :-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 fcorn you ftill. 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; Though in thy youth thou was 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.
Thou haft not lov'd:
Or if thou haft not fat as I do now,
Or if thou haft not broke from company,
[Exit Silvius. Rof. Alas, poor fhepherd! fearching of thy wound, I have by hard adventure found mine 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 o'nights to Jane Smile: and I remember the kiffing of her batlet, and the cow's dugs that her pretty
i batlet,]-an inftrument to beat cloaths with.
chop'd hands had milk'd: and I remember the wooing of a peascod instead of her; from whom I took, two peas, and, giving her them again, said with weeping tears, Wear thefe for my fake. We, that are true lovers, run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, fo is all nature in love mortal in folly.
Rof. Thou speak'st wiser, 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 fhepherd's paffion is much upon my fashion.
Clo. And mine; but it grows fomething ftale with me. Cel. I pray you, one of you question yon 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.
Clo. Your betters, fir.
Cor. Elfe they are very wretched.
Rof. Peace, I fay :-Good even to you, friend.
Cor. Fair fir, I pity her,
And wish for her fake, more than for mine own,
1 mortal]-abundant-ufed fill in Warwickshire as a term of ampli
And do not sheer the fleeces that I graze;
And little recks to find the way to heaven
By doing deeds of hospitality :
Befides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed
That you will feed on; but what is, come fee,
Rof. What is he, that shall buy his flock and pasture? Cor. That young fwain, that you saw here but erewhile, That little cares for buying any thing.
Rof. I pray thee, if it ftand with honesty,
Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the flock,
Cel. And we will mend thy wages: I like this place, And willingly could waste my time in it.
Cor. Affuredly, the thing is to be fold:
Enter Amiens, Jaques, and others.
Ami. Under the greenwood tree,
n in my voice]-as I may fay.
Come hither, come bitber, come hither;
But winter and rough weather.
Jaq. More, more, I pr'ythee, more.
Ami. It will make you melancholy, monfieur Jaques. Faq. I thank it. More, I pr'ythee, more. I can fuck melancholy out of a fong, as a weazel fucks eggs: More, I pr'ythee, more.
Ami. My voice is rugged; I know, I cannot please you. Jaq. I do not defire you to please me, I do defire to fing: Come, more; another stanza; Call you 'em stanzas? Ami. What you will, monfieur Jaques.
Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names; they owe me nothing: Will you fing?
Ami. More at your request, than to please myself.
faq. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you: but that they call compliment, 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 drink under this tree :-he hath been all this day to look you.
Jaq. 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 heaven thanks, and make no boast of them. Come, warble, come.
S ON G.
Who doth ambition fhun,
And loves to live i' the fun,
[all together bere.]
drink]-pafs the afternoon.
१ to live i' the fun,]-to enjoy the pleasures of rural retirement.
Seeking the food he eats,
Come hither, come hither;
Here fhall be fee
But winter and rough weather.
Jaq. I'll give you a verfe to this note, that I made yesterday in despight of my invention. Ami. And I'll fing it. Jaq. Thus it goes:
If it do come to pass,
'Huc ad me, buc ad me, buc ad me;
Here shall be fee
An if he will come to me.
Ami. What's that, buc ad me?
Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle. I'll go 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. [Exeunt feverally.
Enter Orlando and Adam.
Adam. Dear mafter, I can go no further: O, I die for food! Here lie I down, and measure out my grave. Farewel, kind mafter.
Huc ad me,]-A verfion of the burthen of Amiens' fong,
the firft-born of Egypt.]-perfons of high birth.