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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 talk.
Enter CORIN and SYLVIUS.
Syl. No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess
Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
Syl. O, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily : If thou remember'st not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run into, Thou hast not loved : Or if thou hast not sat as I do now, Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress' praise, Thou hast not loved : Or if thou hast not broke from company, Abruptly, as my passion now makes me, Thou hast not loved : O Phebe, Phebe, Phebe! [Exit SYLVIUS.
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,* and the cow's dugs that her pretty chopp'd hands had milk'd: 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 mortalf in folly.
Ros. Thou speak'st 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.
Cel. I pray you, one of you question yond' man,
Touch. Holla; you, clown!
* The instrument with which washers beat clothes.
Touch. Your betters, Sir.
Ros. Peace, I say :-
Cor. And to you, gentle Sir, and to you all.
Ros. I prythee, shepherd, if that love or gold,
Cor. Fair Sir, I pity her,
will feed on: but what is, come see, And in my voice most welcome shall you be.
Ros. What is he that shall buy his flock and pasture ?
Cor. That young swain that you saw here but erewhile, That little cares for buying anything.
Ros. I pray thee, if it stand with honesty, Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the flock, And thou shalt have to pay for it of us.
Cel. And we will mend thy wages: I like this place,
Cor. Assuredly, the thing is to be sold:
SCENE V.-The same.
Who loves to lie with me,
Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Here shall he see
Jaq. I thank it. More, I pr’ythee, more. I can suck melan. choly out of a song, as a weazel sucks eggs: More, I prythee,
Ami. My voice is ragged; I know, I cannot please you.
Jaq. I do not desire you to please me, I do desire you to sing: Come, more; another stanza; Call you them stanzas?
Ami. What you will, monsieur Jaques.
Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names; they owe me nothing: Will you sing?
Ami. More at your request, than to please myself.
Jaq. 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. Comc, sing; and you that will not, hold your tongues.
Ami. Well, I'll end the song -Sirs, cover the while; the duke will drink 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 dispútable* for my company: I think of as many matters as he; but I give heaven thanks, and make no boast of them. Come, warble, come.
Here shall he see
But winter and rough weather. Jaq. I'll give you a verse to this note, that I made yesterday in despite of my invention.
Ami. And I'll sing it.
If it do come to pass,
A stubborn will to please,
Here shall he see,
Gross fools as he,
An if he will come to Ami. Ami. What's that ducdàme?
Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle. I'll go sleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail against all the first-born of Egypt. Ami. And I'll go seek the duke; his banquet is prepared.
[Exeunt severally. * Disputatious.
SCENE VI.-The same.
Enter ORLANDO and ADAM. Adam. Dear master, I can go no further: 0, I die for food ! Ilere lie I down, and measure out my grave. Farewell, kind master.
Orl. Why, how now, Adam ! no greater heart in thee? Live a little; comfort a little; cheer thyself a little: If this uncouth forest yield anything savage, I will either be food for it, or bring it for food to thee. T'hy conceit is nearer death than thy powers. For my sake, be comfortable; hold death awhile at the arm's end: I'll here be 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 said ! thou look’st cheerly: and I'll be with thee quickly.-Yet thou liest in the bleak air: Come, I will bear thee to some shelter; and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live anything in this desert. Cheerly, good Adam !
[Exeunt. SCENE VII.-The same. A table set out.- Enter DUKE senior, AMIENS, Lords, and others.
Duke s. I think he be transform'd into a beast; For I can nowhere find him like a man.
1 Lord. My lord, he is but even now gone hence; Here was he merry, hearing of a song.
Duke S. If he, compact of jars,* grow musical, We shall have shortly discord in the spheres :Go, seek him; tell him, I would speak with him.
Duke S. Why, how now, monsieur ! what a life is this
Jaq. A fool, a fool !I met a fool i' the forest,
* Made up of discords.
And thereby hangs a tale. When I did hear
Duke S. What fool is this?
Jaq. O worthy fool !-One that hath been a courtier;
Duke S. Thou shalt have one.
Jaq. It is my only suit;f
Duke 8. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst do.
Duke S. Most mischievous foul sin, in chiding sin:
Jaq. Why, who cries out on pride, That can therein tax any private party? Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea, Till that the very means do ebb? What woman in the city do I name, When that I say the city-woman bears * The fool was anciently dressed in a party-coloured coat. + A play upon the double meaning of the word : suit of clothes and peti. * I. e. for the wager of a counter.