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Molt friendship is feigning ; moft loving mere folly: di Therr heigh ho, the holly ! TOGA I condiited

This life is most jolly. !

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As friend remembred not..
Heigh ho! fing, &c.
Duke Sen. If that you were the good Sir Rowland's fong.
As you have whisper'd faithfully you were; in b1A
And as mine eye doth his effigies witness,

19 FIT Most truly limn'd, and living in your face,.. to. 3' <I Be truly welcome hither. I'm the Duke, That loy'd your father. The residue of your fortune: Go to my cave and tell me. Good old

man, Thou art right welcome, as thy master is; Support him by the arm; give me your hand, And let me all your fortunes, understand. (Exeunt!

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But were I not, the better part made mercy,
I should not seck an absent argument
Of my reyenge, thou present: But look to it;.
Find out thy brother, whereloe'er he is;
Seçk him with candle: Bring him.dead or living,


Within this twelvemonth; or turn thou no more
To seek 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, put him out of doors; And let my officers of such a nature Make an extent upon his house and lands : Do this expediently, and turn him going. [Exeunti. SCENE changes to the Forest.

Enter Orlando. Orla.

And thou thrice. crowned Queen of nightfutvey, With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above,

Thy huntress' name that my full life doth sway. O Rofalind! these trees shall be

my books, And in their barks my thoughts I'll character;. That every eye, which in this

forest looks, Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where, Run, run, Orlando, carve, on every tree, The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. [Exit.

Enter Corin and Clown.. Car. And how like you this shepherd's life, Mr. Toucha

Clo. Truly, shepherd, in respect of itfelf, it is a good life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, it is naught. In respect that it is folitary, I like it very well; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now in . respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in re. fpect 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 at tiach. Haft any philofophy in thee, shepherd.


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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 pasture makes fat theep; and that a great èause of the night, is lack of the fun: That he, that hash, 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.. Want ever in: court, shepherd

Cor. No, truly
Clo. Then thou art damn'd.
Gor. Nay, I hope

Clo. Truly, thou art damn’d, like an ill-roasted eggs all on one side.

Cor. For not being at court? your reason.

Clo, Why, if thou never wast at court, thou never. faw'it good manners, ; if thou never faw'st good manners, then thy manners must be wicked; and. wickedness is fin, and fin is damnation: Thou art in a parlous flate, thep. hterd.

Cor. Not a whit, Touchstone: Those, that are good manners at the court, are as ridiculous in the country, as the behaviour of the country is most mockable at the

You told me, you falutè not at the court, but you kiss your hands; that courtesy would be uncleanly, if courtiers were shepherds.

Clo. Instance, briefly; come, instance.

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

Clo. Why, do not your courtiers hands sweat ? and is. not the grease of a mutton as wholsome as the sweat of a. man? thallow, shallow;--a better instance, I say: Come.

Cor. Besides, our hands are hard.

Clo. Your lips will feel them the sooner. Shallow again: a more founder instance, come..

Cor. And they are often tarr'd over with the surgery of our sheep; and would you have us kiss tar? the courtie,'s hands are perfumed with civet.



Clo. Moft shallow man! thou worms-meat, in refpect of a good piece of flesh, indeed! learn of the wise and perpend; civit is of a baser birth than tar; athe very uncleanly Aux of a cat. Mend the infance, shepherd.

Cor. You have too courtly a wit for me; I'H reft.

Clo. Wilt thou reft damn'd: God help thee, hallow man; God make incision 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, envý 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 suck.

Clo, That is another simple fin in you, to bring the ewes and the rams together; and to offer to get your Jiving by the copulation of cattle; to be a bawd 10-a. bell-weather; and to betray a fhe-lamb of a twelvemonth to a crooked-pated old cuckoldly ram, out of all reasonable match, If thou be't not damn'd for this, the devil himself will have no lhepherds ;: I cannot see else how thou should't 'cape.

Cor. Here comes young Mr. Ganymed, my new mif tress's brother.

Enter Rosalind, with a papers
Ros: From the east to weftern Inde,

No jewel is like Rofalind.
Her worth, being mounted on the wind,,
Through all the world bears Rofalind, 2
All the pictures fairejt lindos
Are but black to Rosalinda nii 91.1
Let no face be kept in mindows :
But the face of Refalind.

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Cló. I'll rhime you fo, eight years together ; dinners, and suppers, and sleeping hours excepted: It is the right butter-women's rank to market.

Rof. Qut, fool!
Glo. For a taste.

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(14) If a hart doth lack a hind,

Let him feek out Rosalind.

If the cat will after kind, m2 v So, be fore, will Rosalindi

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Then to cart with Rosalinde

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Sweetest nur hath fowrelt rind, sitika
1 Such a not is Rosalind.

He that sweetest rose will findi

Matt find love's prick, and Rosalind." "This is the very false gallop of verses; why do you inte feet yourself with them???

Roj. Peate, you dull. fool, I found them on a tree. rivil Clom Traly, the tree yields bad fruit. 135 173339333

Rof.- I'll graff it with you, and then I shall graff it with a medler's then it will be the earliest fruit i' th country: for you it be rottenere you be half ripe, and that's the right virtue of the medler.

Clo. You have said; but whether wisely or no, let the foreit judge.

Exter Celia, ruith a writing.
Rof: Peace, here comes my fifter reading; ftand afide,
Cel. Why should this a defart 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 ; (14) If a bart dotb lack a bind, &c.] The poet, in arraigning this species of versification, seems not only to satirize the mode, that so much prevail'd in his time, of writing fonnets and madrigals; but tacitly to fneer the levity of Dr. Thomas Lodge, a grave physician in Queen Elizabetb'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 Rosalindo


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