Rof. I could find in my heart to difgrace my man's apparel, and cry like a woman; but I must comfort the weaker veffel, as doublet and hose ought to show itself courageous to petticoat; therefore, courage, good Aliena. you Cel. I pray you, bear with me; I can go no further. Clo. For my part, I had rather bear with 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 foreft of Arden. Clo. 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. Rof. Ay, be fo, good Touchstone; look you, who comes here; a young man and an old in folemn talk. Enter Corin, and Sylvius. Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you fill. Or if thou haft not fat as I do now, Or if thou haft not broke from company, O Phebe, O Phebe, Phebe, Phebe ! Rof. Alas, poor fhepherd! searching of thy wound, I have by hard adventure found my own. [Exit Syl. 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 o' nights to Jane Smile; and I remember the kiffing of her batlet, and the cow's dugs that her pretty chop'd hands had milk'd; and I remember the wooing of a peafcod inftead of her; from whom I took two cods, and, giving her them again, faid with weeping tears, wear these for my fake. We that are true lovers run into strange capers; but all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly. Rof. Thou fpeak'st wiser than thou art ware of. Clo. Nay, I fhall ne'er be ware of mine own wit, till I break my shins against it. Rof. Jove! Jove this fhepherd's paffion is much upon my fashion. Clo. And mine; but it grows fomething ftale with me. If he for gold will give us any food; I faint almost to death. Clo. Holla; you, clown! Rof. Peace, fool; he's not thy kinsman. Cor. Who calls? Clo. Your betters. Cor. Elfe they're very wretched. Rof. Peace, fool, I fay. Good even to you, friend. Can in this defert place buy entertainment, Cor. Fair fir, I pity her, And wifh, for her fake more than for mine own, But But I am shepherd to another man, Befides, his cot, his flocks, and bounds of feed Rof. What is he that shall buy his flock and pasture? Rof. I pray thee, if it ftand with honefty, Buy thou the cottage, pafture, and the flock, I like this place, and willingly could wafte Cor. Affuredly, the thing is to be fold; And buy it with your gold right fuddenly. VOL. II. SCENE V. Enter Amiens, Jaques, and others. Song. Under the greenwood tree, [Exeunt. Come hither, come hither, come hither; No enemy, But winter and rough weather. Jaq. More, more, I pr'ythee, more. Ami. It will make you melancholy, monfieur Jaques. Faq. I thank it; more, I pr'ythee, more: I can fuck melancholy out of a song, as a weafel fucks eggs: more, I pr'ythee, more. Ami. My voice is rugged, I know, I cannot please you. Jaq. I do not defire you to please me, I do defire you to fing; come, come, another stanzo: call you 'em ftanzo's ? Ami. What you will, monfieur Jaques. Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names; they owe me nothing. Will you fing? Ami. More at your request, than to please myself. Faq. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you; but that they call compliment is like the encounter of two dog-apes: and when a man thanks me heartily, methinks, I have given him a penny, and he renders me the beggarly thanks. Come, fing; and you that will not, hold your tongues Ami. Well, I'll end the fong. Sirs, cover the while; the duke will dine under this tree: he hath been all this day to look you. Jaq. And I have been all this day to avoid him. He is too difputable for my company: I think of as many matters as he, but I give heav'n thanks, and make no boast of them. warble, come. Come, Jaq Faq. I'll give you a verse to this note, that I made yesterday in despite of my invention. Ami. And I'll fing it. Jaq. Thus it goes: I'll Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle. go fleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail against all the first-born of Egypt. Ami. And I'll go feek the duke: his banquet is prepar'd. SCENE VI. Enter Orlando, and Adam. [Exeunt. Adam. Dear mafter, I can go no further: o, I die for food! ere lie I down, and measure out my grave. Farewel, kind master. Orla. Why, how now, Adam ! no greater heart in thee? live a little, comfort a little, cheer thyself a little. If this uncouth foreft yield any thing favage, I will either be food for it, or bring it for food to thee: thy conceit is nearer death, than thy powers. For my fake, be comfortable; hold death a while at the arm's end: I will be here with thee presently; and if I bring thee not something to eat, I'll give thee leave to die: but if thou diest before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well faid! thou look'ft cheerly and I'll be with thee quickly: yet thou lieft in the bleak air: come, I will bear thee to fome shelter, and thou shalt |