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Phe. Why, I am sorry for thee, gentle Silvius.
Sil. Where-ever sorrow is, relief would be; If you
do forrow at my grief in love,
Phe. Thou haft my love; is not that neighbou:ly?
Phe. Why, that were covetousness.
Sil. So holy and so perfect is my love,
Phe. Know'it thou the youth, that spoke to me ere-while
Sil. Not very well, but I have met him oft; And he hath bought the cottage and the bounds, That the old Carlot once was master of.
Phe. Think not, I love him, tho’ I ask for him ; 'Tis but a peevish boy, yet he talks well. But what care I for words i' yet words do well, When he, that speaks them, pleases those that hear : It is a pretty youth, not very pretty; But, sure, he's proud; and yet his pride becomes him ; He'll make a proper man; the best thing in him Is his complexion ; and fatter than his tongue Did make offence, his eye did heal it up: He is not very tall, yet for his years he's tall; His leg is but so so, and yet 'tis well; There was a pretty redness in his lip, A little riper, and more lusty red
Than that mix'd in his cheek; 'twas juft the difference Betwixt the constant red and mingled damak.
There be some women, Silvius, had they mark'd him
Sil. Phebe, with all my heart.
Pbe. I'll write it straight;
heart, I will be bitter with him, and passing short: Go with me, Silvius.
JA QUE S.
Rof. Those, that are in extremity of either, are aboninable fellows; and betray themselves to every modern censure, worse ihan drunkards.
Jag. Why, 'tis good to be fad, and say nothing.
109. I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which 15, emulation; nor tbe musician's, which is fantastical ; or the courtiei's, which is proud; nor the foldier's,
which is ambitious ; nor the lawyer's, which is politick; nor the Lady's, which is nice; nor the lover's, which is all these; but it is a melancholy of nine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and, indeed, the fundry contemplation of my travels, in which often rumination wraps me in a moit humorous fadness.
Rof. A traveller! by my faith, you have great reason :to be fad: I fear, you have sold your own lands, to fee other mens; then, to have seen much, and to have nothing, is to have rich eyes and poor hands. Jaq. Yes, I have gain’d my experience.
Enter Orlando, Rof. And your experience makes you sad: I had rather have a fool to make me merry, than experience to make me fad, and to travel for it too,
Orla. Good-day, and happiness, dear Rosalind !
Jaq. Nay, then God b'w'y you, an you talk in blank verse.
[Exir. Rof. Farewel, monsieur traveller; look, you-lifp, and wear strange suits ; disable all the benefits of your own country ; be out of love with your nativity, and almost chide God for making you that countenance you are; or I will scarce think, you have swam in a gondola. Why, how now, Orlando, where have you been all this while : You a lover? an you serve me such another crick, never come in my fight more.
Orla. My fair Rosalind, I come within an hour of my promise.
Rof: Break an hour's promise in love? he that will divide a minute into a thousand parts, and break but a part of the thousandth part of a minute in the affairs of love, it may be faid of him, that Cupid hath clapt him o'th' fhoulder, but I'll
We warrant him heart-whole. Orla. Pardon me, dear Rosalind;
Roli Nay, an you be so tardy, come no more in my fight; I had as lief be wou'd of a snail.
Oria. Of a snail?
his house on his head: a better jointure, I think, than you make a woman; besides, he brings his deftiny with him.
Orla. What's that?
Ros. Why, horns ; which such as you are fain to be beholden to your wives for ; but he comes armed in his fortune, and prevents the flander of his wife.
Orla. Virtue is no horn-maker; and my Rosalind is virtuous.
Rof. And I am your Rosalind.
. It pleases him to call you fo; bat ke hath a RoJalind of a better leer than you.
Rof. Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in a holyday humour, and like enough to confent: what would you say to me now, an I were your very, very Rosalind?
Orla. I would kiss, before I spoke.
Ros. Nay, you were better speak first, and when you were gravell’d for lack of matter, you might take occasion to kiss. Very good orators, when they are out, they will spit; and for lovers lacking, God warn us, matter, the cleanlieit fhift is to kiss.
Oria. How if the kiss be denied ?
Ref. Then the puts you to entreaty, and there begins new matter.
Orla. Who could be out, being before his beloved mistress? Rof. Marry, that should
mistress or I should think my honesty ranker than my wit.
Orla. What, of my fuit? Rof. Not out of your apparel, and yet out of your fuit. Am not I your Rosalind ?
Grla: I take some joy to say, you are; because I would be talking of her.
Roj: Well, in her person, I say, I will not have you. Oria. Then in mine own person I die. Ref. No,' faith, die by attorney; the poor world is almoit fix thousand years old, and in all this time there was not any man died in his own person, videlicet, in a love-cause: Troilus had his brains dash'd out with a Grecian club, yet he did what he could to die before, and he is one of the patterns of love. Leander, he would
if I were your
have liy'd many a fair year, tho' Hero had turn'd nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night ; for, good youth, he went burn.forth to wash in the Hellespont, and, being taken with the cramp, was drown'd; and the foolish choniclers of that age found it was, Hero of Seftos. But these are all lies; men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Orla. I would not have my right Rosalind of this mind; for, I proteft, her frown might kill me,
Ref. By this hand, it will not kill a fie; but come; now I will be your Rosalind in a more coming-on difpofition; and ask me what you will, I will grant it.
Orla. Then love me, Rosalind.
Ros. Why then, can one defire too much of a good thing? come, fifter, you fhall be the priest, and marry us. Give me your hand, Orlando: What do you say, fifter?
Orla Pray thee, marry us.
Cel. Go to; will you, Orlando, have to wife this
Orla. I will.
Ref I might ask you for your commiffion, but I do
Ro). Now tell me, how long you would have her after you have poffeít her. Orla. For ever and a day,