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No more do yours; your virtues, gentle master,
Orla. Why, what's the matter?
Adam. O unhappy youth,
within it; if he fail of that,
Orla. Why, whither, Adam, wouldAt thou have me go?
Orla.What wouldst thou have me go and beg my food!!
Adam. But do not fo; I have five hundred crowns,
The means of weakness and debility :
some settled low content.
SCENE changes to the Forest of Arden. Enter Rosalind in Boys cloaths for Ganymed, Celia drejt
like a Shepherdess for Aliena, and Clown. Rol Oyuterineri care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary:
Ro. (11) O Jupiter !. bow merry are my Spirits ?] And yet, within thespace of one intervening line, she says, the could find in her heart to disgrace her man's apparel, and cry like a woman. Sure, this is but a very bad symptom of the briskness of spirits: rather, a direct proof of
Ros. I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel, and cry like a woman; but I must comfort the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to fhew itself courageous to petticoat; therefore, courage, good Aliena.
Cel. I pray you, bear with me, I can go no further.
Clo. For my part, I had rather bear with you, than bear you ; yet I should bear no cross, if I did bear you; for, I think, you have no money in your purse.
Rof. Well, this is the forest of Arden.
Clo. Ay; now I am in Arden, the more fool I; when 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 scorn
Sil. No, Corin, being old, thou can'st not guess,
Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
Sil. O, thou didst then ne'er love fo heartily; If thou remember’st not the flightest folly, That ever love did make thee run into; Thou hast not loy’d. Or if thou hast not fate as I do now, Wearying the hearer in thy mistress praise, Thou hast not lov’d. Or if thou hast not broke from company, Abruptly, as my passion now makes me ; the contrary disposition. Mr. Warburton and I, both, concurrid in conjecouring it should be, as I have reform'd it in the text, bow die my spirits?
Thou haft not lov'd.
(Exit. Sil. Ros. Alas, poor shepherd ! searching of thy wound, I have by hard adventure found my own.
Clo. And I mine; I remember, when I was in love, I broke my sword upon a stone, and bid him take that for coming a-nights to Jane Smile; and I remember the kifling of her batlet, and her cow's dugs that her pretty chopt hands had milk'd ; and I remember the wooing of a peascod instead of her, from whom I took two cods, and giving her them again, faid with weeping tears, wear thee for my fake. We, that are true lovers, run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.
Rof. Thou speak'st wiser, than thou art ware of.
Clo. Nay, I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit, 'till I break my shins against it.
Rof. Jove! Jove! this shepherd's passion is much upon my
Cel. I pray you, one of you question yond man,
Clo. Holla ; you, Clown !
Cor. Fair Sir, I pity her,
My master is of churlish disposition,
but what is, come see ;
Rof. What is he, that shall buy his flock and pasture ? .
Cor. That young swain, thatyou saw here but ere while,
Rof. I pray thee, if it stand with honesty,
Cel. And we will mend thy wages.
Cor. Assuredly the thing is to be sold ;
SCEN E changes to a desart Part of the
Enter Amiens, Jaques, and others.
Here shall he see
But winter and rough weather.