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Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,

Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh, ho! sing, heigh, ho! unto the green holly.
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.

Then, heigh, ho, the holly!

This life is most jolly.


Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh

As benefits forgot ;
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp,

As friend remembered not.
Heigh, ho! sing, heigh, ho! &c.

Duke S. If that you were the good sir Rowland's

son, As you have whispered faithfully you were ; And as mine eye doth his effigies witness Most truly limned, and living in your face, Be truly welcome hither. I am the duke, That loved 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.

1 “Though thou the waters warp.” Mr. Holt White has pointed out a Saxon adage in Hickes's Thesaurus, vol. i. p. 221, Winter shail warp water; so that Shakspeare's expression was anciently proverbial.


SCENE I. A Room in the Palace.

Enter DUKE FREDERICK, Oliver, Lords, and At

tendants. Duke F. Not see him since? Sir, sir, that can

not be ;
But were I not the better part made mercy,
I should not seek an absent argument?
Of my revenge, thou present. But look to it;
Find out thy brother, wheresoe'er he is;
Seek 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 seizure, do we seize into our hands;
Till thou canst quit thee, by thy brother's mouth,
Of what we think against thee.

Oli. O that your highness knew my heart in this !
I never loved my brother in my life.
Duke F. More villain thou.-Well, push 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. [Exeunt.

SCENE II. The Forest.

Enter ORLANDO, with a paper. Orl. Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love; And thou, thrice-crowned queen of night, survey

1 The argument is used for the contents of a book; thence Shakspeare considered it as meaning the subject, and then used it for subject in another sense. 2 Seize by legal process.

3 i. e. expeditiously. Expedient is used by Shakspeare throughout his plays for erpeditious.

With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above,

Thy huntress' name, that my full life doth sway. O Rosalind! 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 witnessed every where. Run, run, Orlando; carve, on every tree, The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. [Exit.

Enter CORIN and TouchSTONE. Corin. And how like you this shepherd's life, master Touchstone ?

Touch. Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, it is naught. In respect that it is solitary, 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 respect it is not in the court, it is tedious. As it is a spare life, look you, it fits my humor well; but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd ?

Cor. No more, but that I know, the more one sickens, 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 sheep; and that a great cause of the night, is lack of the sun; that he that hath learned no wit by nature nor art, may complain of good breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred.

Touch. Such a one is a natural philosopher. Wast ever in court, shepherd ?

Cor. No, truly.
Touch. Then thou art damned.
Cor. Nay, I hope, -

1 i. e. inerpressible.

2 « Of good breeding,” &c. The anomalous use of this preposition has been remarked on many occasions in these plays.

Touch. Truly, thou art damned ; like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side.

Cor. For not being at court ? Your reason.

Touch. Why, if thou never wast at court, thou never saw'st good manners; if thou never saw'st good manners, then thy manners must be wicked; and wickedness is sin, and sin is damnation. Thou art in a parlous state, shepherd.

Cor. Not a whit, Touchstone. Those that are good manners at the court, are as ridiculous in the country, as the behavior of the country is most mockable at the court. You told me, you salute not at the court, but you kiss your hands; that courtesy would be uncleanly, if courtiers were shepherds.

Touch. Instance, briefly; come, instance.

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

Touch. Why, do not your courtier's hands sweat ? and is not the grease of a mutton as wholesome as the sweat of a man? Shallow, shallow. A better instance, I say; come.

Cor. Besides, our hands are hard.
Touch. Your lips will feel them the sooner.

Shallow, again. A more sounder instance, come.

Cor. And they are often tarred over with the surgery of our sheep; and would you have us kiss tar? The courtier's hands are perfumed with civet.

Touch. Most shallow man! Thou worms-meat, in respect of a good piece of flesh. Indeed !-learn of the wise, and perpend. Civet is of a baser birth than tar; the very uncleanly flux of a cat. Mend the instance, shepherd.

Cor. You have too courtly a wit for me; I'll rest.

Touch. Wilt thou rest damned ? God help thee, shallow man! God make incision in thee! thou art raw. 1

Cor. Sir, I am a true laborer. 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 see my ewes graze, and my lambs suck.

1 i. e. ignorant, unexperienced.

Touch. That is another simple sin 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 bellwether; and to betray a she-lamb, of a twelvemonth to a crooked-pated, old, cuckoldy ram, out of all reasonable match. If thou be’st not damned for this, the devil himself will have no shepherds. I cannot see else how thou shouldst 'scape.

Cor. Here comes young master Ganymede, my new mistress's brother.

Enter Rosalind, reading a paper.
Ros. From the east to western Ind,

No jewel is like Rosalind ;
Her worth, being mounted on the wind,
Through all the world bears Rosalind.
All the pictures, fairest lined,
Are but black to Rosalind.
Let no face be kept in mind,

But the fair? of Rosalind. Touch. I'll rhyme you so, eight years together ; dinners, and suppers, and sleeping hours excepted; it is the right butter-woman's rank: to market.

Ros. Out, fool!
Touch. For a taste :-

If a hart do lack a hind,
Let him seek out Rosalind.
If the cat will after kind,
Šo, be sure, wilí Rosalind.

1 i. e. most fairly delineated. 2 Fair is beauty.

3 “The right butter-woman's rank to market” means the jog-trot rate (as it is vulgarly called) with which butter women uniformly travel, one after another, in their road to market. In its application to Orlando's poetry, it means a set or string of verses in the same coarse cadence and vulgar uniformity of rhythm.

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