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As you like it.
[705]
He will haue other meanes to cut you off; I ouerheard him: and his practises: This is no place, this house is but a butcherie; Abhorre it, feare it, doe not enter it.
Ad. This speech is conventionally attributed to Orlando. Why whether Adam would'st thou haue me go? Ad.
[710]
No matter whether, so you come not here.
Orl. What, would'st thou haue me go & beg my food, Or with a base and boistrous Sword enforce A theeuish liuing on the common rode? This I must do, or know not what to do:
[715]
Yet this I will not do, do how I can, I rather will subiect me to the malice Of a diuerted blood, and bloudie brother.
Ad. But do not so: I haue fiue hundred Crownes, The thriftie hire I saued vnder your Father,
[720]
Which I did store to be my foster Nurse, When seruice should in my old limbs lie lame, And vnregarded age in corners throwne, Take that, and he that doth the Rauens feede, Yea prouidently caters for the Sparrow,
[725]
Be comfort to my age: here is the gold, All this I giue you, let me be your seruant, Though I looke old, yet I am strong and lustie; For in my youth I neuer did apply Hot, and rebellious liquors in my bloud,
[730]
Nor did not with vnbashfull forehead woe, The meanes of weakensse and debilitie, Therefore my age is as a lustie winter, Frostie, but kindely; let me goe with you, Ile doe the seruice of a yonger man
[735]
In all your businesse and necessities.
Orl. Oh good old man, how well in thee appeares The constant seruice of the antique world, When seruice sweate for dutie, not for meede: Thou art not for the fashion of these times,
[740]
Where none will sweate, but for promotion, And hauing that do choake their seruice vp, Euen with the hauing, it is not so with thee: But poore old man, thou prun'st a rotten tree, That cannot so much as a blossome yeelde,
[745]
In lieu of all thy paines and husbandrie, But come thy waies, weele goe along together, And ere we haue thy youthfull wages spent, Weele light vpon some setled low content.
Ad. Master goe on, and I will follow thee
[750]
To the last gaspe with truth and loyaltie, From seauentie yeeres, till now almost fourescore Here liued I, but now liue here no more At seauenteene yeeres, many their fortunes seeke But at fourescore, it is too late a weeke,
[755]
Yet fortune cannot recompence me better Then to die well, and not my Masters debter.
Exeunt.
Scena Quarta. [Act 2, Scene 4] Enter Rosaline for Ganimed, Celia for Aliena, and Clowne, alias Touchstone. Ros.

O Iupiter, how merry are my spirits?

Clo.

I care not for my spirits, if my legges were not

wearie.

Ros.
[760]

I could finde in my heart to disgrace my mans

apparell, and to cry like a woman: but I must comfort

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the weaker vessell, as doublet and hose ought to show it

selfe coragious to petty‑coate; therefore courage, good

Aliena.

Cel.
[765]

I pray you beare with me, I cannot goe no fur­

ther.

Clo.

For my part, I had rather beare with you, then

beare you: yet I should beare no crosse if I did beare

you, for I thinke you haue no money in your purse.

Ros.
[770]

Well, this is the Forrest of Arden.

Clo.

I, now am I in Arden, the more foole I, when I

was at home I was in a better place, but Trauellers must

be content.

Enter Corin and Siluius. Ros.

I, be so good Touchstone: Look you, who comes

[775]

here, a yong man and an old in solemne talke.

Cor. That is the way to make her scorne you still. Sil. Oh Corin, that thou knew'st how I do loue her. Cor. I partly guesse: for I haue lou'd ere now. Sil. No Corin, being old, thou canst not guesse,
[780]
Though in thy youth thou wast as true a louer As euer sigh'd vpon a midnight pillow: But if thy loue were euer like to mine, As sure I thinke did neuer man loue so: How many actions most ridiculous,
[785]
Hast thou beene drawne to by thy fantasie?
Cor. Into a thousand that I haue forgotten. Sil. Oh thou didst then neuer loue so hartily, If thou rememberst not the slightest folly, That euer loue did make thee run into,
[790]
Thou hast not lou'd. Or if thou hast not sat as I doe now, Wearing thy hearer in thy Mistris praise, Thou hast not lou'd. Or if thou hast not broke from companie,
[795]
Abruptly as my passion now makes me, Thou hast not lou'd. O Phebe, Phebe, Phebe.
Exit. Ros.

Alas poore Shepheard searching of they would,

I haue by hard aduenture found mine owne.

Clo.
[800]

And I mine: I remember when I was in loue, I

broke my sword vpon a stone, and bid him take that for

comming a night to Iane Smile, and I remember the kis­

sing of her batler, and the Cowes dugs that her prettie

chopt hands had milk'd; and I remember the wooing

[805]

of a peascod instead of her, from whom I tooke two

cods, and giuing her them againe, said with weeping

teares, weare these for my sake: wee that are true Lo­

uers, runne into strange capers; but as all is mortall in nature, so

is all nature in loue, mortall in folly.

Ros.
[810]

Thou speak'st wiser then thou art ware of.

Clo.

Nay, I shall nere be ware of mine owne wit, till

I breake my shins against it.

Ros. Ioue, Ioue, this Shepherds passion, Is much vpon my fashion. Clo.
[815]
And mine, but it growes something stale with mee.
Cel. I pray you, one of you question yon'd man, If he for gold will giue vs any foode, I faint almost to death. Clo. Holla; you Clowne. Ros.
[820]
Peace foole, he's not thy kinsman.
Cor. Who cals? Clo. Your betters Sir. Cor. Else are they very wretched.

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Scena Quarta. [Act 2, Scene 4] Enter Rosaline for Ganimed, Celia for Aliena, and Clowne, alias Touchstone. Ros.

O Iupiter, how merry are my spirits?

Clo.

I care not for my spirits, if my legges were not

wearie.

Ros.
[760]

I could finde in my heart to disgrace my mans

apparell, and to cry like a woman: but I must comfort

the weaker vessell, as doublet and hose ought to show it

selfe coragious to petty‑coate; therefore courage, good

Aliena.

Cel.
[765]

I pray you beare with me, I cannot goe no fur­

ther.

Clo.

For my part, I had rather beare with you, then

beare you: yet I should beare no crosse if I did beare

you, for I thinke you haue no money in your purse.

Ros.
[770]

Well, this is the Forrest of Arden.

Clo.

I, now am I in Arden, the more foole I, when I

was at home I was in a better place, but Trauellers must

be content.

Enter Corin and Siluius. Ros.

I, be so good Touchstone: Look you, who comes

[775]

here, a yong man and an old in solemne talke.

Cor. That is the way to make her scorne you still. Sil. Oh Corin, that thou knew'st how I do loue her. Cor. I partly guesse: for I haue lou'd ere now. Sil. No Corin, being old, thou canst not guesse,
[780]
Though in thy youth thou wast as true a louer As euer sigh'd vpon a midnight pillow: But if thy loue were euer like to mine, As sure I thinke did neuer man loue so: How many actions most ridiculous,
[785]
Hast thou beene drawne to by thy fantasie?
Cor. Into a thousand that I haue forgotten. Sil. Oh thou didst then neuer loue so hartily, If thou rememberst not the slightest folly, That euer loue did make thee run into,
[790]
Thou hast not lou'd. Or if thou hast not sat as I doe now, Wearing thy hearer in thy Mistris praise, Thou hast not lou'd. Or if thou hast not broke from companie,
[795]
Abruptly as my passion now makes me, Thou hast not lou'd. O Phebe, Phebe, Phebe.
Exit. Ros.

Alas poore Shepheard searching of they would,

I haue by hard aduenture found mine owne.

Clo.
[800]

And I mine: I remember when I was in loue, I

broke my sword vpon a stone, and bid him take that for

comming a night to Iane Smile, and I remember the kis­

sing of her batler, and the Cowes dugs that her prettie

chopt hands had milk'd; and I remember the wooing

[805]

of a peascod instead of her, from whom I tooke two

cods, and giuing her them againe, said with weeping

teares, weare these for my sake: wee that are true Lo­

uers, runne into strange capers; but as all is mortall in nature, so

is all nature in loue, mortall in folly.

Ros.
[810]

Thou speak'st wiser then thou art ware of.

Clo.

Nay, I shall nere be ware of mine owne wit, till

I breake my shins against it.

Ros. Ioue, Ioue, this Shepherds passion, Is much vpon my fashion. Clo.
[815]
And mine, but it growes something stale with mee.
Cel. I pray you, one of you question yon'd man, If he for gold will giue vs any foode, I faint almost to death. Clo. Holla; you Clowne. Ros.
[820]
Peace foole, he's not thy kinsman.
Cor. Who cals? Clo. Your betters Sir. Cor. Else are they very wretched. Ros. Peace I say; good euen to your friend. Cor.
[825]
And to you gentle Sir, and to you all.
Ros. I prethee Shepheard, if that loue or gold Can in this desert place buy entertainment, Bring vs where we may rest our selues, and feed: Here's a yong maid with trauaile much oppressed,
[830]
And faints for succour.
Cor. Faire Sir, I pittie her, And wish for her sake more then for mine owne, My fortunes were more able to releeue her: But I am shepheard to another man,
[835]
And do not sheere the Fleeces that I graze: My master is of churlish disposition, And little wreakes to finde the way to heauen By doing deeds of hospitalitie. Besides his Coate, his Flockes, and bounds of feede
[840]
Are now on sale, and at our sheep‑coat now By reason of his absence there is nothing That you 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 flocke and pasture ? Cor.
[845]
That yong Swaine that you saw heere but ere­ while, That little cares for buying any thing.
Ros. I pray thee, if it stand with honestie, Buy thou the Cottage, pasture, and the flocke, And thou shalt haue to pay for it of vs. Cel.
[850]
And we will mend thy wages: I like this place, and willingly could Waste my time in it.
Cor. Assuredly the thing is to be sold: Go with me, if you like vpon report,
[855]
The soile, the profit, and this kinde of life, I will your very faithfull Feeder be, And buy it with your Gold right sodainly.
Exeunt.
 

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      <lb n="807"/>teares, weare these for my sake: wee that are true Lo­
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      <l n="825">And to you gentle Sir, and to you all.</l>
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      <l n="828">Bring vs where we may rest our selues, and feed:</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Cor.</speaker>
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      <l n="833">My fortunes were more able to releeue her:</l>
      <l n="834">But I am shepheard to another man,</l>
      <l n="835">And do not sheere the Fleeces that I graze:</l>
      <l n="836">My master is of churlish disposition,</l>
      <l n="837">And little wreakes to finde the way to heauen</l>
      <l n="838">By doing deeds of hospitalitie.</l>
      <l n="839">Besides his Coate, his Flockes, and bounds of feede</l>
      <l n="840">Are now on sale, and at our sheep‑coat now</l>
      <l n="841">By reason of his absence there is nothing</l>
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      <l n="846">That little cares for buying any thing.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
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      <l n="848">Buy thou the Cottage, pasture, and the flocke,</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <l n="850">And we will mend thy wages:</l>
      <l n="851">I like this place, and willingly could</l>
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   <sp who="#F-ayl-cor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cor.</speaker>
      <l n="853">Assuredly the thing is to be sold:</l>
      <l n="854">Go with me, if you like vpon report,</l>
      <l n="855">The soile, the profit, and this kinde of life,</l>
      <l n="856">I will your very faithfull Feeder be,</l>
      <l n="857">And buy it with your Gold right sodainly.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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