I'll do the service of a younger man Orl. O good old man, how well in thee appears Adam Master, go on; and I will follow thee, [Exeunt. 1 Reward. SCENE IV. The forest of Arden. Enter ROSALIND in boy's clothes, CELIA dressed like a shepherdess, and TOUCHSTONE. Ros. O Jupiter! how weary are my spirits! Touch. I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary. Ros. I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel, and to cry like a woman: but I must comfort the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to show itself courageous to petticoat: therefore, courage, good Aliena! Cel. I pray you, bear with me; I cannot go no farther. Touch. For my part, I had rather bear with you, than bear you: yet I should bear no cross 1 if I did bear you; for, I think, you have no money in your purse. Ros. Well, this is the forest of Arden. Touch. Ay, now am I in Arden, the more fool I : when I was at home, I was in a better place; but travellers must be content. Ros. Ay, be so, good Touchstone.-Look you, who comes here; a young man and an old, in solemn 2 talk. 1 A piece of money stamped with a cross. 2 Serious. Enter CORIN and SILVIUS. Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you still. Sil. O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love her! Cor. I partly guess; for I have loved ere now. Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten. Or if thou hast not sat as I do now, Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress' praise, Or if thou hast not broke from company Ros. Alas, poor shepherd! searching of thy wound, I have, by hard adventure, found mine own. Touch. And I mine: I remember, when I was in love, I broke my sword upon a stone, and bid him take that for coming anight to Jane Smile; and I remember the kissing of her batlet,1 and the cow's dugs that her pretty chapped hands had milked: and I remember the wooing of a peascod instead of her; from whom I took two cods, and, giving her them again, said with weeping tears, Wear these for my sake.' We, that are true lovers, run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal 2 in folly. Ros. Thou speakest wiser than thou art 'ware of. Touch. Nay, I shall ne'er be 'ware of mine own wit, till I break my shins against it. Ros. Jove! Jove! this shepherd's passion Is much upon my fashion. Touch. And mine; but it grows something stale with me. Cel. I pray you, one of you question yond man, If he for gold will give us any food. Cor. And to you, gentle sir, and to you all. 1 An instrument with which washers beat clothes. Can in this desert place buy entertainment, Cor. Fair sir, I pity her, And wish for her sake, more than for mine own, But I am shepherd to another man, And do not shear the fleeces that I graze. And little recks 1 to find the way to heaven Besides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed, Ros. What is he that shall buy his flock and pasture? Cor. That young swain that you saw here but erewhile,3 That little cares for buying any thing. Ros. I pray thee, if it stand with honesty, I like this 1 Cares. 2 As far as I have power to bid you welcome. 3 A short time since. |