Heigh ho! fing, heigh ho! unto the green holly;
Molt friend hip is feigning; moft loving mere folly:
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Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That doft not bite fo nigh
As benefits forgot:

Tho' thou the waters warp,
Thy fting is not so sharpent
As friend remembred not.

Heigh-ho! fing, Ta.

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Duke Sen. If that you were the good Sir Rowland's fon, As you have whisper'd faithfully you were, alfide baA And as mine eye doth his effigies witness, Most truly limn'd, and living in your face,. Be truly welcome hither. I'm the Duke, That loy'd your father. The refidue of Go to my cave and tell me. Good old man, Thou art right welcome, as thy mafter is; Support, bim by the arm; give me your hand, And let me all your fortunes underftand.

your fortune

[Exeunt!

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AOT fee him fince? Sir, Sir, that canrot.b?:

Ifhould not feek an abfent argument

Of my revenge, thou prefent: But look to it;
Find out thy brother, wherefoe'er he is;

Seek him with candle: Bring him dead or living,

Within.

Within this twelvemonth; or turn thou no more
To feek a living in our territory.

Thy lands and all things that thou dost call thine,
Worth feizure, do we seize into our hands;

'Till thou canft quit thee by thy brother's mouth,
Of what we think against thee.

Oli. Oh, that your Highness knew my heart in this:

I never lov'd my brother in my life.

Duke. More villain thou. Well, push him out of doors ;. And let my officers of such a nature

Make an extent upon his houfe and lands:
Do this expediently, and turn him going.

[Exeunt

SCENE changes to the Forest.

Enter Orlando.

Orla. Ang there, my verfe, in witnefs of my love;...
And thou thrice crowned Queen of night furvey,,

With thy chafte eye, from thy pale fphere above,
Thy huntress' name that my full life doth fway.
O Rofalind! these trees fhall be my books,
And in their barks my thoughts I'll character;.
That every eye, which in this foreft looks,
Shall fee thy virtue witness'd every where..
Run, run, Orlando, carve, on every tree,
The fair, the chafte, and unexpreffive fhe.
Enter Corin and Clown..

[Exit.

Car. And how like you this shepherd's life, Mr. TouchAlone?

Clo. Truly, fhepherd, in refpect of itfelf, it is a good· life; but in respect that it is a fhepherd's life, it is naught. In refpect that it is folitary, I like it very well; but in refpect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now in refpect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in refpect it is not in the court, it is tedious. As it is a spare life, look you, it fits my humour well; but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much against my ft viach. Haft any philofophy in thee, fhepherd.?

Cor.

Cor. No more, but that I know, the more one fickens the worse 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 pafture makes fat fheep; and that a great cause of the night, is lack of the fun: That he, that hath learned no wit by nature nor art, may complain of good: breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred.

Clo. Such a one is a natural philofopher... Waft ever in. court, fhepherd?

Cor. No, truly.

Clo. Then thou art damn'd.

Gor. Nay, I hope

Clo. Truly, thou art damn'd, like an ill-roasted egg, all on one fide.

Cor. For not being at court? your reafon.

Glo. Why, if thou never waft at court, thou never faw'it good manners; if thou never faw'it good manners, then thy manners must be wicked; and wickednefs is fin, and fin is damnation: Thou art in a parlous flate, shepherd.

Cor. Not a whit, Touchstone: Thofe, that are good manners at the court, are as ridiculous in the country, as the behaviour of the country is most mockable at the court. You told me, you falute not at the court, but you kiss your hands; that courtesy would be uncleanly, if courtiers were shepherds.

Clo. Inftance, briefly; come, inftance.

Cor. Why, we are still handling our ewes; and their fels, you know, are greasy.

Clo. Why, do not your courtiers hands fweat? and is not the grease of a mutton as wholfome as the fweat of a man? fhallow, fhallow;-a better inftance, I fay: Come.. Cor. Besides, our hands are hard.

Clo. Your lips will feel them the fooner. Shallow again: --a more sounder inftance, come..

Gor. And they are often tarr'd over with the furgery of our theep; and would you have us kifs tar? the courtie's hands are perfumed with civet.

Clo.

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Clo. Moft fhallow man! thou worms-meat, in refpect of a good piece of flesh, indeed! learn of the wife and perpend; civit is of a baser birth than tar; the very uncleanly flux of a cat. Mend the inftance, fhepherd.

Cor. You have too courtly a wit for me; I'll reft. Clo. Wilt thou reft damn'd? God help thee, fhallow man; God make incifion in thee, thou art raw. I'

Cor. Sir, I am a true labourer, 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 greateft of my pride is, to fee my ewes graze, and my lambs fuck.

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Clo. That is another fimple fin in you, to bring the ewes and the rams together; and to offer to get your living by the copulation of cattle; to be a bawd to a bell-weather; and to betray a fhe-lamb of a twelvemonth. to a crooked-pated old cuckoldly ram, out of all reafonable match. If thou be'ft not damn'd for this, the devilhimself will have no fhepherds; I cannot fee elfe-howthou should'st 'scape.

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Cor. Here comes young Mr. Ganymed, my new mi trefs's brother.

Enter Rofalind, with a paper.

Rof. From the east to western Inde,
No jewel is like Rofalind.

Her worth, being mounted on the wind,,
Through all the world bears Rofalind

All the pictures faireft lin'd,

Are but black to Rofalindid w demo 2

Let no face be kept in mind,

But the face of Rafalind.

Clo. I'll rhime you fo, eight years together; dinners, and fuppers, and fleeping hours excepted: It is the right

butter-women's rank to market.

Rof. Out, fool!

Glo. For a tafte.

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Rof. Peace, you dull fool, I found them on a tree, ravil ClomTruly, the tree yields bad fruit. Das gas-lisd Rof. I'll graff it with you, and then I fhall graff it with a medler; then it will be the earliest fruit i' th' country; for you'll be rotten ere you be half ripe, and that's the right virtue of the medler.

Clo. You have faid; but whether wifely or no, let the forest judge.

Enter Celia, with a writing.

Rof. Peace, here comes my fifter reading; ftand afide,
Cel. Why fhould this a defart be,

For it is unpeopled? no;
Tongues I'll hang on every tree,
That fhall civil fayings show.
Some, how brief the life of man
Runs his erring pilgrimage;
That the ftretching of a span
Buckles in his sum of age;

(14) If a bart doth lack a bind, &c.] The poet, in arraigning this fpecies of verfification, feems not only to fatirize the mode, that fo much prevail'd in his time, of writing fonnets and madrigals; but tacitly to fneer the levity of Dr. Thomas Lodge, a grave phyfician in Queen Elizabeth's reign, who was very fertile of paftoral fongs; and who wrote a whole book of poems in the praise of his mistress, whom he calls Rofalind

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