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Lye not, to say mine eyes are murderers.
Sil. O dear Phebe,
Phe. But, 'till that time,
Ref. And why, I pray you ? who might be your mother, -
all at once,
(22) That you infuli, exult. and all at once
Over i be wretched ?] If the speaker only intended to accuse the person spoken to, for insulting and exulting, initead of it ought to have been, boob at once. But on examining, according 10 fact, the crime of the person accus'd, we shall find we ought to read the line thus;
That you insult, exult, and rail at once, &c. For these three things Phehe was guilty of.
Mr. Warburton. (23) -Wbat though you Bave no beauty,] Tho' all the printed copies agree in this reading, it is very accurately observ'd to me by an ingenious unknown correspondent, who signs himself L. H. (and 10 whom I can only here make my acknowledgments) that the Negative ought to be left out.
No, faith, proud mistress, hope not after it;
'Tis such fools as you,
Pbe. Sweet youth, I pray you, chide a year together ; I had rather hear you chide, than this man woo.
Rof. He's fallen in love with your foulness, and she'll fall in love with ny anger. If it be fo, as fast as the answers thee with frowning looks, I'll sauce her with bitter words : why look you so upon me?
Phe. For no ill will I bear you.
Raf. I pray you, do not fall in love with me,
house, "Tis at the tuft of olives, here hard by : Will you go, fifter ? fhepherd, ply her hard : Come, fifter : shepherdess look on him better, And be not proud ; tho' all the world could see, None could be so abus’d in fight as he. Come, to our flock.
[Exit. Phe. Dead shepherd, now I find thy faw of might; Who ever lov’d, that lov'd not at first sight?
Sil. Sweet Pbebe!
Phe. Why, I am sorry for thee, gentle Silvius.
Sil. Where-ever forrow is, relief would be ;
Phe. Thou hast my love ; is not that neighbourly?
Phe. Why, that were covetousness.
Sil. So holy and so perfect is my love,
Pbe. Know'ft thou the youth, that spoke to me ere while?
Sil. Not very well, but I have met him oft ;
Phe. Think not, I love him, tho' I ask for him ;
There be fome women, Silvius, had they mark'd him
ack: And, now I am rem
emembred, scorn'd at me;
Sil. Phehe, with all my heart.
Pbe. I'll write it straight;
SCENE continues in the Forest.
Enter Rosalind, Celia, and Jaques.
JA QUE s.
Roj. Those, that are in extremity of either, are abominable fellows; and betray themselves to every modern censure, worse than drunkards.
Jaq. Why, 'tis good to be sad, and say nothing.
Jaq. I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation ; nor the musician's, which is fantastical ; aor the courtier's, which is proud ; por the soldier's,
which is ambitious ; nor the lawyer's, which is politick; por the lady's, which is nice; nor the lover's, which is all these : but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and, indeed, the fundry contemplation of my travels, in which
my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.
Ros. A traveller! by my faith, you have great reason
Orla. Good-day, and happiness, dear Rofalind!
Jag. Nay, then God b’w'y you, an you talk in blank verse.
[Exit. Ros. Farewel, monsieur traveller; look, you lifp, and wear strange faits ; disable all the benefits of your own country; be out of love with your nativity, and almoft chide God for making you that countenance you ase ; or I will scarce think, you have swam in a gondola. Why, how now, Orlando, where have
been all this while ? You a lover? an you serve me such another trick, never come in my light more.
Orla. My fair Rosalind, I come within an hour of my promie.
Rof. Break an hour's promife in love d 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 said of him, that "Cupid hath clapt him o'th' shoulder, but I'll warrant him heart-whole.
Orla. Pardon me, dear Rosalind.
Rof. Nay, an you be fo tardy, como no more in my