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Cór. No more, but that I know, the more one fickens 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.
Clo. Such a one, is a natural philosopher. Wal ever in :
court, shepherd ?

Cor. No, truly.
Clo. Then thou art damn'd.
Cor. Nay, I hope-

. Truly, thou art damn’d, like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side.

Cor. For not being at court? your reason.

Clo. Why, if thou never wast at court, thou never faw'it good manners ; if thou never saw'st good manners, then thy manners must be wicked; and wickedness is fin, and finis damnation: Thou art in a parlous Rate, shepherd.

Cor. Not a whit, Touchstone: Thole, that are good manners at the court, are as ridiculous in the country, as the behaviour of the country is moít 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. Clo

. Instance, briefly; come, instance. Cor. Why, we are still handling our ewes; and their. fels, you know, are greasy.

Clo. Why, do not your courtiers hands sweat? and is Dot the grease of a mutton as wholsome as the sweat of a man? hallow, shallow;--a better instance, I say: Come.

Cor. Besides, our hands are hard.
Clo. Your lips will feel them the sooner. Shallow again:
-a more founder instance, come..

Cor. And they are often tarr'd over with the surgery of our hheep; and would you have us kiss tar? the courtie's kands are perfumed with civet.


Clo. Most shallow man! thou worms-meat, in respeit of a good piece of flesh, indeed! learn of the wife and perpend; civit is of a baser birth than tar; the very uncleanly Aux of a cat. Mend the instance, shepherd.

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

Clo. Wilt thou rest damn'd? God help thee, shallow man; God make incision 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 see my ewes graze

, and my lambs fuck.

Clow That is another fimple fin in you, to bring the ewes and the rams together; and to offer to get your living by the copulation of cattle; to be a bawd to a bell-weather; and to betray a fhe lamb of a twelvemonth to a crooked-pated old cuckoldly ram, out of all reason, able match. If thou be'ft not damn'd for this, the devil himself will have no shepherds; I cannot see else how thou fould't 'scape.

Cor. Here comes young Mr. Ganymed, my new miltress's brother.

Enter Rosalind, with a paper.
Ros From the east to western Inde,

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

But the face of Rosalind.
Clo. I'll rhime you fo, eight years together ; dinners,
and suppers, and sleeping hours 'excepted: It is the right
butter-women's rank to market.

Ros. Out, fool!
Clo. For a taste.

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(14) If a hart doth lack a hind,

Let him seek out Rosalind.
If the cat will after kind,
So, be sure, will Rofalind.
Winter garments muft be lin’d,
So mult slender Rosalind.
They, that reap, muft sheaf and bind;
Then to cart with Rosalind.
Sweeteft nut hath rowrelt rind,
Such a not is Rosalind.
He that sweetest role will find,
Must find love's prick, and Rosalind.

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This is the very false gallop of verses; why do you ine feet yourfelf with them? Ros

. Peace, you dull fool, I found them on a tree. Clo

. Truly, the tree yields bad fruit. Ros. I'll graff it with you, and then I shall graff it with a medler; then it will be the earliest fruit i'ch' country; for you'll be rotten ere you be half ripe, and that's the sigbt virtue of the medler. Clo

. You have said; but whether wisely or no, let the

forelt judge.

Enter Celia, with a writing.
Rof Peace, here comes my sister reading ; stand aside.
Cel. Why should this a desart be,

For it is anpeopled? nos
Tongues I'll hang on every tree,

That shall civil sayings show.
Some, how brief the life of man

Runs his erring pilgrimage;
That the stretching of a span

Buckles in his sum of age; (14) If a bart doth lack a hind, &c.] The poet, in arraigning this fpecies of versification, seenis not only to satirize the mode, that so much prevail'd in his time, of writing sonnets and madrigals; but tacitly to sneer the levity of Dr. Thomas Lodge, a grave physician in Queen Elizabeth's reign, who was very fertile of pastoral songs; and who wrote a whole book of poems in the praise of his mistress, whom he calls Rosalinde



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Some of violated vows,

'Twixt the fouls of friend and friend,
But upon the fairest boughs,

Or at every sentence end,
Will I Rosalinda write;

Teaching all, that read, to know,
This quintessence of every sprite

Hleaven would in little show.
Therefore heaven nature charg’d,

That one body should be fiilid
With all graces wide enlarg'd;

Nature presently diftilld
Helen's cheeks, but not her heart,

Cleopatra's majesty;
Atalanta's better part;

Sad Lucretia's modesty.
Thus Rosalind of many parts

By heav'nly fynod was devis'd;
Of many faces, eyes and hearts,

To have the touches dearest priz'd.
Heav'n would that the these gifts should have

And I to live and die her flave.

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[Exeuni Cor. and Clown.

Rof. O molt gentle Jupiter !~-what tedious homily of love have you wearied your parishioners wi:hal, and new ver cry'd, have patience, good people.

Cel. How now ? back-friends! Thepherd, go off a lie tle: Go with him, sirrah.

Clo. Come, shepherd, let us make an honourable re treat; though not with bag and baggage, yet with fcrip and scrippage.

Cel. Didit thou hear these verses? Rol

. O yes, I heard them all, and more too; for some of them had in them more feet than the verses would bear. Cel. That's no matter; the feet might bear the verlei

. Ros. Ay, but the feet were lame, and could not bea themselves without the verse, and therefore itood lamely in the verse.

Cel. But didft thou hear without wondring, how by name should be hang'd and carv’d upon


these trees?


and so encounter.

of all whooping

Rof I was seven of the nine days out of wonder, before

you came : For, look here, what I found on a palmtree; I was never so be-rhimed since Pythagoras's time, that I was an Irish rat, which I can hardly, remember.

Cel. Tro you, who hath done this?
Ref. Is it a man?

Cel. And a chain, that you once wore, about his neck :: Change you colour?

Ro. I pr’ythee, who?

Cel. 0° Lord, Lord, it is a hard matter for friends to, meet; but mountains


be removed with earthquakes, Rof. Nay, but who is it? Cel. Is it possible?

Ref. Nay, I pr’ythee now, with most petitionary vehemence, tell me who it is. Cel

. O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful, and yet again wonderful, and after that out

Rofi (15) Odd's, my complexion ! dost thou think, though I am caparison'd like a man, I have a doublet and hose in my difpofition? (16) One inch of delay more is a South-sea off discovery. I pr’ythee, tell me, who is it; quickly, and speak apace; I would thou could't kammer, that thou might' 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. (15) Good


complexion, doft tbou think, &c.-] This is a mode of expression, that I could not reconcile to common sense; I have therefore ventur’d by a slight change to read, Odd's, my complexion ! fo, in another scene of this comedy, Rosalind again says ; Odd's, my little life!

- Odd's, my will! Her love is not the bare that I do bunt. 476) One inch of delay more is a South-sea of discovery;] A footh-sea, of discovery: This is ftark nonsense; we must read off discovery, 1. e. from discovery. « if you delay me one inch of time longer I " hall think this secret as far from discovery as the South-sea is."


And again;

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