thanks, and make no boast of them. Come, warble, come. SONG. Who doth ambition fhun, [All together bere. And pleas'd with what he gets, Come hither, come hither, come hither; No enomy, But winter and rough weather. Enter Jaques. 1 Lord. He faves my labour by his own approach. That your poor friends muft woo your company? Jaq. A fool, a fool ———I met a fool i' the foreft, Who laid him down, and bask'd him in the fun, faq. I'll give you a verse to this note, that I made In good fet terms, and yet a motley fool. yesterday in defpight of my invention. Ami. And I'll fing it. faq. Thus it goes: If it do came to pass, Leaving his wealth and cafe, Duc ad me, due ad me, duc ad me 1; Gofs fools as be, An if he will come to me. Ami. What's that duc ad me? SCENE VI. Enter Orlando and Adam. Adam. Dear mafter, I can go no further: O, I die for food! Here lie I down, and meafure out my grave. Farewel, kind master. [he "Good-morrow, fool," quoth I: "No, fir," quoth 'Tis but an hour ago, fince it was nine; [wags: My lungs began to crow like chanticleer, [tior; Jaq. O worthy fool!-One that hath been a cour After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd Orla. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart Another part of the Foreft. 1 Lord. My lord, he is but even now gone Duke Sen. Thou shalt have one. [do. + i. c. a * That is, bring him to me; alluding to the burthen of Amiens's fong: Come hither, come hither, come Bither. A proverbial expreflion for high-born perfons. 3 i, e. made up of difcords. parti-coloured tool, alluding to his coat. 5 i. e. petition. For For thou thyself haft been a libertine, Faq. Why, who cries out on pride, That fays, his bravery is not on my co, Be aufwered with reafon, I muft die. And therefore fit you down in gentleness, Orla. Then but forbear your food a little while, Limp'd in pure love; 'till he be first fuffic'd,-- Duke Sen. Go find him out, And we will nothing wafte till your return. Orla. I thank ye: and be blefs'd for your good comfort! [Exit. [happy: Dike Sun. Thou feeft, we are not all alone un- Fag. All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: Duke Son. What would you have? Your gentle- His youthful hofe well fav'd, a world too wide nefs fhall force, More than your force move us to gentleness. [you; Under the shade of melancholy boughs, If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church; For his thrunk thank; and his big manly voice, Ola. I thank you most for him. I fcarce can speak to thank you for myfelf. [you S O N G. As man's ingratitude; Pecarfe thou art not seen, Although thy breath te rude. 1 Nurture means education. 2 i, e, at your own command. 3 i. e, trite, common inftances, accord. jag to Mr. Steevens, 234 High bo! fing, beigh ho! unto the green bolly: Though thou the waters warp, As friend remember'd not. Heigh bo! fing, &c. As Duke Sen. If that you were the good fir Row- you have whispered faithfully, you were; ACT SCENE I. The Palace. Enter Duke, Lords, and Oliver. Duke. N° OT fee him fince? Sir, fir, that But were I not the better part made mercy, Thy lands, and all things that thou doft call thine, Oh. Oh, that your highnefs knew my heart in this: I never lov'd my brother in my life. III. Cor. And how like you this fhepherd's life, mafter Touchstone? Clo. Truly, thepherd, in refpect of itself, it is a good life; but in refpect that it is a fhepherd's life, it is naught. In refpect 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 pleafeth me well; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious. As it is a fpare life, look you, it fits my humour well; but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much against my ftomach. Haft any philofophy in thee, fhepherd? Cor. No more, but that I know, the more one fickens, the worfe at cafe he is; and that he that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends:That the property of rain is to wet, Duke. More villain thou.-Well, push him out and fire to burn :-That good pafture makes fat of doors; fheep; and that a great cause of the night, is the 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. Chɔ. Such a one is a natural philosopher. Wast ever in court, shepherd ? Cor. No, truly.' Ch. Then thou art damn'd. Cor. Nay, I hope,——— Clo. Truly, thou art damn'd; like an ill-roafted Orla. Hang there, my verfe, in witnefs of my egg, all on one fide. love: And thou, thrice-crowned queen of night, furvey With thy chafte eye, from thy pale fphere above, Thy huntreis' name, that my full life doth fway. O Rofalind! thefe 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. Cor. For not being at court? Your reason. Clo. Why, if thou never waft at court, thou ne ver faw'it good manners: if thou never faw'ft good manners, then thy manners must be wicked; and wickedness is fin, and fin is damnation: Thou art in a parlous 5 ftate, fhepherd. Cor. Not a whit, Touchstone: thofe, that are good manners at the court, are as ridiculous in the I i. e. turn. or change them from their natural ftate. 2 To make an extent of lands, is a legal phrafe, from the words of a writ (extendi facias) whereby the fheriff is directed to caufe certain lands to be appraised to their full extended value, before he delivers them to the perfon entitled under a recognizance, &c. 3 i. c. expeditiously. 4 inexpreffible. 5 perilous. country country, as the behaviour of the country is most dinners, and fuppers, and fleeping hours excepted: mockable at the court. You told me, you falute it is the right butter-woman's rate to market. not at the court, but you kifs your hands; that courtesy would be uncleanly, if courtiers were fhepherds. Cla. Inftance, briefly; come, instance. Cor. Why, we are still handling our ewes; and their fells you know are greasy. Clo. Why, do not your courtiers' hands fweat? and is not the grease of a mutton as wholesome as the fweat of a man? Shallow, fhallow: A better inftance, I fay; come. Car. Befides, our hands are hard. Clo. Your lips will feel them the fooner. Shallow again: A more founder inftance, come. Cor. And they are often tarr'd over with the furgery of our fheep; And would you have us kifs Ref. Out, fool! Cle. For a taste : "If a hart do lack a hind, "He that fwecteft rofe will find, "Muft find love's prick, and Rofalind." tar? The courtier's hands are perfumed with ci-This is the very falfe gallop of verfes; Why do you infect yourself with them? vet. tree. Clo. Truly, the tree yields bad fruit. Glo. Moft fhallow man! Thou worms-meat, in Rof. Peace, you dull fool; I found them on a refpect of a good piece of flesh :-indeed!-Learn of the wife, and perpend: Civet is of a bafer birth than tar; the very uncleanly flux of a cat. the inftance, fhepherd. Mend 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. 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 greatest of my pride is, to fee my ewes graze, and my lambs fuck. Clo. That is another fimple fin in you; to bring the ewes and rams together, and to offer to get your living by the copulation of cattle: to be bawd to a bell-wether; and to betray a fhe-lamb of a twelvemonth to a crooked-pated, old, cuckoldly ram, out of ali reasonable match. If thou be'ft not damn'd for this, the devil himself will have no fhepherds; I cannot fee elfe how thou fhouldft 'cape. Cor. Here comes young Mr. Ganimed, my new miftrefs's brother. Enter Rofalind with a paper. Rof. "From the east to western Ind, "No jewel is like Rofalind. "Her worth, being mounted on the wind, "Are but black to Rofalind. "Let no face be kept in mind, "But the fair 2 of Rofalind. Clo. I'll rhime you fo, eight years together; Rof. I'll graff it with you, and then I shall graff it with a medlar: then it will be the earliest fruit the country; for you'll be rotten ere you be half ripe, and that's the right virtue of the medlar. Clo. You have faid; but whether wifely or ne let the foreft judge.. Enter Celia, with a writing. Rof. Peace! Here comes my fifter, reading; stand aside. Cel. "Why fhould this defert filent be? "For it is unpeopled? No; "Tongues I'll hang on every tree, "That fhall civil 3 fayings fhow. "Runs his erring pilgrimage; ""Twixt the fouls of friend and friend: "But upon the faireft boughs, "Or at every fentence' end, "Will I Rofalinda write; "Teaching all that read, to know "This quinteffence of every sprite "Heaven would in little fhow. "That one body should be fill'd "Sads Lucretia's modefty. I Dr. Warburton fays, To make incifion was a proverbial expreffion then in vogue for, to make to understand; while Mr. Steevens thinks, that it alludes to the common expreffion, of cutting fuch a one for the fmples. 2 Fair means beauty, complexion. 3 Civil is here ufed in the fame fenfe as when we fay civil life, in oppofition to the ftate of nature. 4 The commentators are much divided in their opinions on our author's meaning in this line. Dr. Johnfon is of opinion, that Shakspeare feems here to have mistaken fome other character for that of Atalanta. Mr. Tollet thinks, the poet may per haps mean her beauty, and graceful elegance of fhape, which he would prefer to her fwiftnefs; or that it may allude probably to her being a maiden; while Mr. Farmer fuppofes Atalanta's better part is her wit, i, e. the fwiftness of her mind, i. c. grave or fuber. "Thus "Thus Rofalind of many parts Cel. So you may put a man in your belly. Ref. Is he of God's making? What manner of man Is his head worth a hat, or his chin worth "By heavenly fynod was devis'd; "And I to live and die her flave." "ן Cel. How now! back-friends-Shepherd, go off a little :--Go with him, firrah. Ch. Come, fhepherd, let us make an honourable retreat; though not with bag and baggage, yet with fcrip and fcrippage. [Exeunt Corin & Clo. Cel. Didit thou hear these verses? Rof. O, yes, I heard them all, and more too; for fome of them had in them more feet than the verfes would bear. Cel. Nay, he hath but a little beard. Rof. Why, God will fend more, if the man will be thankful: let me ftay the growth of his beard, if thou delay me not the knowledge of his chin. Cel. It is young Orlando, that tripp'd up the wrestler's heels, and your heart, both in an inftant, Ref. Nay, but the devil take mocking; peak fad brow, and true maid. Cel. I'faith, coz, 'tis he. Cel. Orlando. Rof. Alas the day! what fhall I do with my doublet and hofe ?What did he, when thou faw it him? What faid he? How look'd he? Wherein went he? What makes he here? Did he afk for me? Where remains he? How parted he with Cel. That's no matter; the feet might bear the thee? and when shalt thou fee him again? Anverfes. fwer me in one word. Ref. Ay, but the feet were lame, and could not bear themselves without the verfe, and therefore ftood lamely in the verse. Gel. But didit thou hear, without wondring how thy name fhould be hang'd and carv'd upon thefe trees? Cel. You must borrow me Garagantua's 5 mouth firft: 'tis a word too great for any mouth of this age's fize: To fay, ay, and no, to thefe particulars, is more than to anfwer in a catechifm. Rof. But doth he know that I am in this foreft, and in man's apparel Looks he as freshly as he Rof. I was feven of the nine days out of wonder, [did the day he wrettled ? before you came; for look here what I found on Gel. It is as eafy to count atomies, as to refolve a palm-tree: I was never fo be-rhimed fince Py-the propofitions of a lover :-but take a taste of my thagoras' time, that I was an Irish rat 2, which I finding him, and relith it with good obfervance, 1 can hardly remember. Cel. Trow you, who hath done this? Ref. Is it a man? Cel. And a chain, that you once wore, about his neck: Change you colour? Ref. I pr'ythce, who? Gel. O lord, lord! it is a hard matter for friends to meet; but mountains may be remov'd with earthquakes, and fo encounter. Roj. Nay, but who is it? Cel. Is it poffible? found him under a tree, like a dropp'd acorn. Rof. It may well be call'd Jove's tree, when it drops forth fuch fruit. Cel. Give me audience, good madam. Cel. There lay he, stretch'd along, like a wounded knight. Ref. Though it be pity to fee fuch a fight, it well becomes the ground. Cel. Cry, holla! to thy tongue, I pr'ythee; it curvets unfeafonably. He was furnith'd like a Rof. Nay, I pr'ythee now, with most petitionary hunter. vehemence, tell me who it is. Cel. O wonderful, wonderful, and moft wonderful wonderful, and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all whooping! Rof. Good my complexion 31 doft thou think, though I am caparifon'd Fke a man, I have a doublet and hole in my difpofition? One inch of delay more is a South-fea off discovery 4. I pr'ythec, tell me, who is it? quickly, and speak apace: I would thou couldft stammer, that thou might'it 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. Ref. Oh ominous! he comes to kill my heart. Cal. I would fing my fong without a burden; thou bring ft me out of tune. I Rof. Do you not know I am a woman? when Cel. You bring me out :-Soft! comes he not here? [Celia and Rofalind retire. 1 i. e. features. 2 Rofalind here alludes to the Pythagorean doctrine, which teaches that fouls tranfmigrate from one animal to another, and fays, that in his time he was an Irifa at, and by fome metrical charm was rhymed to death. The power of killing rats with rhymes is mentioned by Donne in his Satires. 3. Warburton conjectures the meaning to be, Fold good my complexion, i. e. let me not blush. 4 That is, a difcovery as far off as the South-fea. 5 Garagantua is the giant of Rabelais, and faid to have Iwallowed five pilgrims, their faves and all, in a faliad. Orla |