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As you like it. Du. Sen. True is it, that we haue seene better dayes, And haue with holy bell bin knowld to Church, And sat at good mens feasts, and wip'd our eies Of drops, that sacred pity hath engendred:
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And therefore sit you downe in gentlenesse, And take vpon command, what helpe we haue That to your wanting may be ministred.
Orl. Then but forbeare your food a little while: Whiles (like a Doe) I go to finde my Fawne,
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And giue it food. There is an old poore man, Who after me, hath many a weary steppe Limpt in pure loue: till he be first suffic'd, Opprest with two weake euils, age, and hunger, I will not touch a bit.
Duke Sen.
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Go finde him out. And we will nothing waste till you returne.
Orl. I thanke ye, and be blest for your good comfort. Du. Sen. Thou seest, we are not all alone vnhappie: This wide and vniuersall Theater
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Presents more wofull Pageants then the Sceane Wherein we play in.
Ia. All the world's a stage, And all the men and women, meerely Players; They haue their Exits and their Entrances,
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And one man in his time playes many parts, His Acts being seuen ages. At first the Infant, Mewling, and puking in the Nurses armes: Then, the whining Schoole‑boy with his Satchell And shining morning face, creeping like snaile
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Vnwillingly to schoole. And then the Louer, Sighing like Furnace, with a wofull ballad Made to his Mistresse eye‑brow. Then, a Soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the Pard, Ielous in honor, sodaine, and quicke in quarrell,
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Seeking the bubble Reputation Euen in the Canons mouth: And then, the Iustice In faire round belly, with good Capon lin'd, With eyes seuere, and beard of formall cut, Full of wise sawes, and moderne instances,
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And so he playes his part. The sixt age shifts Into the leane and slipper'd Pantaloone, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side, His youthfull hose well sau'd, a world too wide, For his shrunke shanke, and his bigge manly voice,
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Turning againe toward childish trebble pipes, And whistles in his sound. Last Scene of all, That ends this strange euentfull historie, Is second childishnesse, and meere obliuion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans euery thing.
Enter Orlando with Adam. Du Sen.
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Welcome: set downe your venerable bur­

then, and let him feede.

Orl. I thanke you most for him. Ad. So had you neede, I scarce can speake to thanke you for my selfe. Du. Sen.
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Welcome, fall too: I wil not trouble you, As yet to question you about your fortunes: Giue vs some Musicke, and good Cozen, sing.
Song. Blow, blow, thou winter winde, Thou art not so vnkinde, as mans ingratitude
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Thy tooth is not so keene, because thou art not seene, although thy breath be rude.

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Heigh ho, sing heigh ho, vnto the greene holly, Most frendship, is fayning; most Louing, meere folly: The heigh ho, the holly,
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This Life is most iolly. Freize, freize, thou bitter skie that dost not bight so nigh as benefitts forgot: Though thou the waters warpe, thy sting is not so sharpe, as freind remembred not.
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Heigh ho, sing, &c.
Duke Sen. If that you were the good Sir Rowlands son, As you haue whisper'd faithfully you were, And as mine eye doth his effigies witnesse, Most truly limn'd, and liuing in your face,
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Be truly welcome hither: I am the Duke That lou'd your Father, the residue of your fortune, Go to my Caue, and tell mee. Good old man, Thou art right welcome, as thy masters is: Support him by the arme: giue me your hand,
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And let me all your fortunes vnderstand.
Exeunt.
Actus Tertius. Scena Prima. [Act 3, Scene 1] Enter Duke, Lords, & Oliuer. Du. Not see him since? Sir, sir, that cannot be: But were I not the better part made mercie, I should not seeke an absent argument Of my reuenge, thou present: but looke to it,
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Finde out thy brother wheresoere he is, Seeke him with Candle: bring him dead, or liuing Within this tweluemonth, or turne thou no more To seeke a liuing in our Territorie. Thy Lands and all things that thou dost call thine,
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Worth seizure, do we seize into our hands, Till thou canst quit thee by thy brothers mouth, Of what we thinke against thee.
Ol. Oh that your Highnesse knew my heart in this: I neuer lou'd my brother in my life. Duke.
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More villaine thou. Well push him out of dores And let my officers of such a nature Make an extent vpon his house and Lands: Do this expediently, and turne him going.
Exeunt
Scena Secunda [Act 3, Scene 2] Enter Orlando. Orl. Hang there my verse, in witnesse of my loue,
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And thou thrice crowned Queene of night suruey With thy chaste eye, from thy pale spheare aboue Thy Huntresse name, that my full life doth sway. O Rosalind, these Trees shall be my Bookes, And in their barkes my thoughts Ile charracter,
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That euerie eye, which in this Forrest lookes, Shall see thy vertue witnest euery where. Run, run Orlando, carue on euery Tree, The faire, the chaste, and vnexpressiue shee.
Exit Enter Corin & Clowne. Co.

And how like you this shepherds life M r Touchstone?

Clo.

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Scena Secunda [Act 3, Scene 2] Enter Orlando. Orl. Hang there my verse, in witnesse of my loue,
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And thou thrice crowned Queene of night suruey With thy chaste eye, from thy pale spheare aboue Thy Huntresse name, that my full life doth sway. O Rosalind, these Trees shall be my Bookes, And in their barkes my thoughts Ile charracter,
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That euerie eye, which in this Forrest lookes, Shall see thy vertue witnest euery where. Run, run Orlando, carue on euery Tree, The faire, the chaste, and vnexpressiue shee.
Exit Enter Corin & Clowne. Co.

And how like you this shepherds life M r Touchstone?

Clow.
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Truely Shepheard, in respect of it selfe, it is a

good life; but in respect that it is a shepheards life, it is

naught. In respect that it is solitary, I like it verie well:

but in respect that it is priuate, it is a very vild life. Now

in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth mee well: but in

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respect it is not in the Court, it is tedious. As it is a spare

life (looke you) it fits my humor well: but as there is no

more plentie in it, it goes much against my stomacke.

Has't any Philosophie in thee shepheard ?

Cor.

No more, but that I know the more one sickens,

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the worse at ease he is: and that hee that wants money,

meanes, and content, is without three good frends. That

the propertie of raine is to wet, and fire to burne: That

pood pasture makes fat sheepe: and that a great cause of

the night, is lacke of the Sunne: That hee that hath lear­

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no wit by Nature, nor Art, may complaine of good

breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred.

Clo. Such a one is a naturall Philosopher: Was't euer in Court, Shepheard? Cor.

No truly.

Clo.
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Then thou art damn'd.

Cor.

Nay, I hope.

Clo.

Truly thou art damn'd, like an ill roasted Egge,

all on one side.

Cor.

For not being at Court? your reason.

Clo.
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Why, if thou neuer was't at Court, thou neuer

saw'st good manners: if thou neuer saw'st good maners,

then thy manners must be wicked, and wickednes is sin,

and sinne is damnation: Thou art in a parlous state shep­

heard.

Cor.
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Not a whit Touchstone, those that are good ma­

at the Court, are as ridiculous in the Countrey, as

the behauiour of the Countrie is most mockeable at the

Court. You told me, you salute not at the Court, but

you kisse your hands; that courtesie would be vncleanlie

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if Courtiers were shepheards.

Clo.

Instance, briefly: come, instance.

Cor.

Why we are still handling our Ewes, and their

Fels you know are greasie.

Clo.

Why do not your Courtiers hands sweate? And

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is not the grease of a Mutton, as wholesome as the sweat

of a man? Shallow, shallow: A better instance I say:

Come.

Cor.

Besides, our hands are hard.

Clo. Your lips wil feele them the sooner. Shallow a­ gen: a more sounder instance, come. Cor.
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And they are often tarr'd ouer, with the surgery

of our sheepe: and would you haue vs kisse Tarre? The

Courtiers hands are perfum'd with Ciuet.

Clo.

Most shallow man: Thou wormes meate in re­

spect of a good peece of flesh indeed: learne of the wise

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and perpend: Ciuet is of a baser birth then Tarre, the

verie vncleanly fluxe of a Cat. Mend the instance Shep­

heard.

Cor.

You haue too Courtly a wit, for me, Ile rest.

Clo.

Wilt thou rest damn'd? God helpe thee shallow

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man: God make incision in thee, thou art raw.

Cor.

Sir, I am a true Labourer, I earne that I eate: get

that I weare; owe no man hate, enuie no mans happi­

nesse: glad of other mens good content with my harme:

and the greatest of my pride, is to see my Ewes graze, &

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my Lambes sucke.

Clo.

That is another simple sinne in you, to bring the

Ewes and the Rammes together, and to offer to get your

liuing, by the copulation of Cattle, to be bawd to a Bel­

weather, and to betray a shee‑Lambe of a tweluemonth

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to a crooked‑pated olde Cuckoldly Ramme, out of all

reasonable match. If thou bee'st not damn'd for this, the

diuell himselfe will haue no shepherds, I cannot see else

how thou shouldst scape.

Cor.

Heere comes yong M r Ganimed, my new Mistris­

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ses Brother.

Enter Rosalind. Ros. From the east to westerne Inde, no jewel is like Rosalinde, Hir worth being mounted on the winde, through all the world beares Rosalinde.
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All the pictures fairest Linde, are but blacke to Rosalinde: Let no face bee kept in mind, but the faire of Rosalinde.
Clo.

Ile rime you so, eight yeares together; dinners,

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and suppers, and sleeping hours excepted: it is the right

Butter‑womens ranke to Market.

Ros.

Out Foole.

Clo.

For a taste.

If a Hart doe lacke a Hinde,
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Let him seeke out Rosalinde: If the Cat will after kinde, so be sure will Rosalinde: Wintred garments must be linde, so must slender Rosalinde:
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They that reap must sheafe and binde, then to cart with Rosalinde. Sweetest nut, hath sowrest rinde, such a nut is Rosalinde. He that sweetest rose will finde,
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must finde Loues pricke, & Rosalinde.

This is the verie false gallop of Verses, why doe you in­

fect your selfe with them ?

Ros.

Peace you dull foole, I found them on a tree.

Clo.

Truely the tree yeelds bad fruite.

Ros.
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Ile graffe it with you, and then I shall graffe it

with a Medler: then it will be the earliest fruit i'th coun­

try: for you'l be rotten ere you bee halfe ripe, and that's

the right vertue of the Medler.

Clo.

You haue said: but whether wisely or no, let the

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Forrest iudge.

Enter Celia with a writing. Ros.

Peace, here comes my sister reading, stand aside.

Cel. Why should this Desert bee, for it is vnpeopled? Noe: Tonges Ile hang on euerie tree,
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that shall ciuill sayings shoe. Some, how briefe the Life of man runs his erring pilgrimage, That the stretching of a span, buckles in his summe of age.
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Some of violated vowes, twixt the soules of friend, and friend: But vpon the fairest bowes, or at euerie sentence end; Will I Rosalinda write,
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teaching all that reade, to know The quintessence of euerie sprite, heauen would in little show. Therefore heauen Nature charg'd, that one bodie should be fill'd
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With all Graces wide enlarg'd, nature presently distill'd Helens cheeke, but not his heart, Cleopatra's Maiestie: Attalanta's better part,
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sad Lucrecia's Modestie. Thus Rosalinde of manie parts, by Heauenly Synode was deuis'd, Of manie faces, eyes, and hearts, to haue the touches deerest pris'd.
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Heauen would that shee these gifts should haue, and I to liue and die her slaue.
Ros.

O most gentle Iupiter, what tedious homilie of

Loue haue you wearied your parishioners withall, and

neuer cri'de, haue patience good people.

Cel.
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How now backe friends: Shepheard, go off a lit­

tle: go with him sirrah.

Clo.

Come Shepheard, let vs make an honorable re­

treit, though not with bagge and baggage, yet with

scrip and scrippage.

Exit. Cel.
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Didst thou heare these verses?

Ros.

O yes, I heard them all, and more too, for some

of them had in them more feete then the Verses would

beare.

Cel.

That's no matter: the feet might beare yͤ verses.

Ros.
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I, but the feet were lame, and could not beare

themselues without the verse, and therefore stood lame­

ly in the verse.

Cel.

But didst thou heare without wondering, how

thy name should be hang'd and carued vpon these trees?

Ros.
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I was seuen of the nine daies out of the wonder,

before you came: for looke heere what I found on a

Palme tree; I was neuer so berim'd since Pythagoras time

that I was an Irish Rat, which I can hardly remember.

Cel.

Tro you, who hath done this?

Ros.
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Is it a man?

Cel.

And a chaine that you once wore about his neck:

change you colour?

Ros.

I pre'thee who?

Cel.

O Lord, Lord, it is a hard matter for friends to

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meete; but Mountaines may bee remoou'd with Earth­

quakes, and so encounter.

Ros.

Nay, but who is it?

Cel.

Is it possible?

Ros.

Nay, I pre'thee now, with most petitionary ve­

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hemence, tell me who it is.

Cel.

O wonderfull, wonderfull, and most wonderfull

wonderfull, and yet againe wonderful, and after that out

of all hooping.

Ros.

Good my complection, dost thou think though

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I am caparison'd like a man, I haue a doublet and hose in

my disposition? One inch of delay more, is a South‑sea

of discouerie. I pre'thee tell me, who is it quickely, and

speake apace: I would thou couldst stammer, that thou

might'st powre this conceal'd man out of thy mouth, as

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Wine comes out of a narrow‑mouth'd bottle: either too

much at once, or none at all. I pre'thee take the Corke

out of thy mouth, that I may drinke thy tydings.

Cel.

So you may put a man in your belly.

Ros.

Is he of Gods making? What manner of man?

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Is his head worth a hat? Or his chin worth a beard?

Cel.

Nay, he hath but a little beard.

Ros.

Why God will send more, if the man will bee

thankful: let me stay the growth of his beard, if thou

delay me not the knowledge of his chin.

Cel.
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It is yong Orlando, that tript vp the Wrastlers

heeles, and your heart, both in an instant.

Ros.

Nay, but the diuell take mocking: speake sadde

brow, and true maid.

Cel. I'faith (Coz) tis he. Ros.
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Orlando?

Cel.

Orlando.

Ros.

Alas the day, what shall I do with my doublet &

hose? What did he when thou saw'st him? What sayde

he? How look'd he ? Wherein went he? What makes hee

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heere? Did he aske for me? Where remaines he? How

parted he with thee ? And when shalt thou see him a­

gaine? Answer me in one vvord.

Cel.

You must borrow me Gargantuas mouth first:

'tis a Word too great for any mouth of this Ages size, to

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say I and no, to these particulars, is more then to answer

in a Catechisme.

Ros.

But doth he know that I am in this Forrest, and

in mans apparrell? Looks he as freshly, as he did the day

he Wrastled?

Cel.
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It is as easie to count Atomies as to resolue the

propositions of a Louer: but take a taste of my finding

him, and rellish it with good obseruance. I found him

vnder a tree like a drop'd Acorne.

Ros.

It may vvel be cal'd Ioues tree, when it droppes

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forth fruite.

Cel.

Giue me audience, good Madam.

Ros.

Proceed.

Cel.

There lay hee stretch'd along like a Wounded

knight.

Ros.
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Though it be pittie to see such a sight, it vvell

becomes the ground.

Cel.

Cry holla, to the tongue, I prethee: it curuettes

vnseasonably. He was furnish'd like a Hunter.

Ros.

O ominous, he comes to kill my Hart.

Cel.
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I would sing my song without a burthen, thou

bring'st me out of tune.

Ros.

Do you not know I am a woman, when I thinke,

I must speake: sweet, say on.

Enter Orlando & Iaques. Cel.

You bring me out. Soft, comes he not heere?

Ros.
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'Tis he, slinke by, and note him.

Iaq.

I thanke you for your company, but good faith

I had as liefe haue beene my selfe alone.

Orl. And so had I: but yet for fashion sake I thanke you too, for your societie. Iaq.
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God buy you, let's meet as little as we can.
Orl. I do desire we may be better strangers. Iaq.

I pray you marre no more trees vvith Writing

Loue‑songs in their barkes.

Orl.

I pray you marre no moe of my verses with rea­

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ding them ill‑fauouredly.

Iaq.

Rosalinde is your loues name?

Orl.

Yes, Iust.

Iaq.

I do not like her name.

Orl.

There was no thought of pleasing you when she

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was christen'd.

Iaq.

What stature is she of?

Orl.

Iust as high as my heart.

Iaq.

You are ful of prety answers: haue you not bin ac­

quainted with goldsmiths wiues, & cond thēthem out of rings

Orl.
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Not so: but I answer you right painted cloath,

from whence you haue studied your questions.

Iaq.

You haue a nimble wit; I thinke 'twas made of

Attalanta's heeles. Will you sitte downe with me, and

wee two, will raile against our Mistris the world, and all

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our miserie.

Orl.

I wil chide no breather in the world but my selfe

against whom I know mofl most faults.

Iaq.

The worst fault you haue, is to be in loue.

Orl.

'Tis a fault I will not change, for your best ver­

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tue: I am wearie of you.

Iaq.

By my troth, I was seeking for a Foole, when I

found you.

Orl.

He is drown'd in the brooke, looke but in, and

you shall see him.

Iaq.
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There I shal see mine owne figure.

Orl.

Which I take to be either a foole, or a Cipher.

Iaq.

Ile tarrie no longer with you, farewell good sig­

nior Loue.

Orl.

I am glad of your departure: Adieu good Mon­

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soeir Melancholly.

Ros.

I wil speake to him like a sawcie Lacky. and vn­

der that habit play the knaue with him, do you hear For­

(rester.

Orl.

Verie wel, what would you?

Ros.
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I pray you, what i'st a clocke?

Orl.

You should aske me what time o'day: there's no

clocke in the Forrest.

Ros.

Then there is no true Louer in the Forrest, else

sighing euerie minute, and groaning euerie houre wold

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detect the lazie foot of time, as wel as a clocke.

Orl.

And why not the swift foote of time? Had not

that bin as proper?

Ros.

By no meanes sir; Time trauels in diuers paces,

with diuers persons: Ile tel you who Time ambles with­

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all, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal,

and who he stands stil withal.

Orl.

I prethee, who doth he trot withal ?

Ros.

Marry he trots hard with a yong maid, between

the contract of her marriage, and the day it is solemnizd:

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if the interim be but a sennight, Times pace is so hard,

that it seemes the length of seuen yeare.

Orl.

Who ambles Time withal?

Ros.

With a Priest that lacks Latine, and a rich man

that hath not the Gowt: for the one sleepes easily be­

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cause he cannot study, and the other liues merrily, be­

cause he feeles no paine: the one lacking the burthen of

leane and wasteful Learning; the other knowing no bur­

then of heauie tedious penurie. These Time ambles

withal.

Orl.
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Who doth he gallop withal?

Ros.

With a theefe to the gallowes: for though hee

go as softly as foot can fall, he thinkes himselfe too soon

there.

Orl.

Who staies it stil withal?

Ros.
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With Lawiers in the vacation: for they sleepe

betweene Terme and Terme, and then they perceiue not

how time moues.

Orl.

Where dwel you prettie youth?

Ros.

With this Shepheardesse my sister: heere in the

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skirts of the Forrest, like fringe vpon a petticoat.

Orl. Are you natiue of this place? Ros.

As the Conie that you see dwell where shee is

kindled.

Orl.

Your accent is something finer, then you could

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purchase in so remoued a dwelling.

Ros.

I haue bin told so of many: but indeed, an olde

religious Vnckle of mine taught me to speake, who was

in his youth an inland man, one that knew Courtship too

well: for there he fel in loue. I haue heard him read ma­

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ny Lectors against it, and I thanke God, I am not a Wo­

man to be touch'd with so many giddie offences as hee

hath generally tax'd their whole sex withal.

Orl.

Can you remember any of the principall euils,

that he laid to the charge of women?

Ros.
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There were none principal, they were all like

one another, as halfe pence are, euerie one fault seeming

monstrous, til his fellow‑fault came to match it.

Orl.

I prethee recount some of them.

Ros.

No: I wil not cast away my physick, but on those

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that are sicke. There is a man haunts the Forrest, that a­

buses our yong plants with caruing Rosalinde on their

barkes; hangs Oades vpon Hauthornes, and Elegies on

brambles; all (forsooth) defying the name of Rosalinde.

If I could meet that Fancie‑monger, I would giue him

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some good counsel, for he seemes to haue the Quotidian

of Loue vpon him.

Orl.

I am he that is so Loue‑shak'd, I pray you tel

me your remedie.

Ros.

There is none of my Vnckles markes vpon you:

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he taught me how to know a man in loue: in which cage

of rushes, I am sure you art not prisoner.

Orl.

What were his markes?

Ros.

A leane cheeke, which you haue not: a blew eie

and sunken, which you haue not: an vnquestionable spi­

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rit, which you haue not: a beard neglected, which you

haue not: (but I pardon you for that, for simply your ha­

uing in beard, is a yonger brothers reuennew) then your

hose should be vngarter'd, your bonnet vnbanded, your

sleeue vnbutton'd, your shoo vnti'de, and euerie thing

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about you, demonstrating a carelesse desolation: but you

are no such man; you are rather point deuice in your ac­

coustrements, as louing your selfe, then seeming the Lo­

uer of any other.

Orl.

Faire youth, I would I could make thee beleeue

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(I Loue.

Ros.

Me beleeue it? You may assoone make her that

you Loue beleeue it, which I warrant she is apter to do,

then to confesse she do's: that is one of the points, in the

which women stil giue the lie to their consciences. But

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in good sooth, are you he that hangs the verses on the

Trees, wherein Rosalind is so admired?

Orl.

I sweare to thee youth, by the white hand of

Rosalind, I am that he, that vnfortunate he.

Ros.

But are you so much in loue, as your rimes speak?

Orl.
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Neither rime nor reason can expresse how much.
Ros.

Loue is meerely a madnesse, and I tel you, de­

serues as wel a darke house, and a whip, as madmen do:

and the reason why they are not so punish'd and cured, is

that the Lunacie is so ordinarie, that the whippers are in

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loue too: yet I professe curing it by counsel.

Orl.

Did you euer cure any so?

Ros.

Yes one, and in this manner. Hee was to ima­

gine me his Loue, his Mistris: and I set him euerie day

to woe me. At which time would I, being but a moonish

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youth, greeue, be effeminate, changeable, longing, and

liking, proud, fantastical, apish, shallow, inconstant, ful

of teares, full of smiles; for euerie passion something, and

for no passion truly any thing, as boyes and women are

for the most part, cattle of this colour: would now like

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him, now loath him: then entertaine him, then forswear

him: now weepe for him, then spit at him; that I draue

my Sutor from his mad humor of loue, to a liuing humor

of madnes, w c was to forsweare the ful stream of yͤ world,

and to liue in a nooke meerly Monastick: and thus I cur'd

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him, and this way wil I take vpon mee to wash your Li­

uer as cleane as a sound sheepes heart, that there shal not

be one spot of Loue in't.

Orl.

I would not be cured, youth.

Ros.

I would cure you, if you would but call me Rosa­ lind , and come euerie day to my Coat, and woe me.

Orlan.

Now by the faith of my loue, I will; Tel me

where it is.

Ros.

Go with me to it, and Ile shew it you: and by

the way, you shal tell me, where in the Forrest you liue:

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Wil you go ?

Orl.

With all my heart, good youth.

Ros.

Nay, you must call mee Rosalind: Come sister,

will you go?

Exeunt.
 

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   <head rend="italic center">Scena Secunda</head>
   <head type="supplied">[Act 3, Scene 2]</head>
   <stage rend="italic" type="entrance">Enter Orlando.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <l n="1154">Hang there my verse, in witnesse of my loue,</l>
      <l n="1155">And thou thrice crowned Queene of night suruey</l>
      <l n="1156">With thy chaste eye, from thy pale spheare aboue</l>
      <l n="1157">Thy Huntresse name, that my full life doth sway.</l>
      <l n="1158">O<hi rend="italic">Rosalind</hi>, these Trees shall be my Bookes,</l>
      <l n="1159">And in their barkes my thoughts Ile charracter,</l>
      <l n="1160">That euerie eye, which in this Forrest lookes,</l>
      <l n="1161">Shall see thy vertue witnest euery where.</l>
      <l n="1162">Run, run<hi rend="italic">Orlando</hi>, carue on euery Tree,</l>
      <l n="1163">The faire, the chaste, and vnexpressiue shee.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit</stage>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Corin &amp; Clowne.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Co.</speaker>
      <p n="1164">And how like you this shepherds life M<c rend="superscript">r</c>
         <hi rend="italic">Touchstone</hi>?</p>
   </sp>
   <pb facs="FFimg:axc0215-0.jpg" n="195"/>
   <cb n="1"/>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-tou">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clow.</speaker>
      <p n="1165">Truely Shepheard, in respect of it selfe, it is a
      <lb n="1166"/>good life; but in respect that it is a shepheards life, it is
      <lb n="1167"/>naught. In respect that it is solitary, I like it verie well:
      <lb n="1168"/>but in respect that it is priuate, it is a very vild life. Now
      <lb n="1169"/>in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth mee well: but in
      <lb n="1170"/>respect it is not in the Court, it is tedious. As it is a spare
      <lb n="1171"/>life (looke you) it fits my humor well: but as there is no
      <lb n="1172"/>more plentie in it, it goes much against my stomacke.
      <lb n="1173"/>Has't any Philosophie in thee shepheard<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cor.</speaker>
      <p n="1174">No more, but that I know the more one sickens,
      <lb n="1175"/>the worse at ease he is: and that hee that wants money,
      <lb n="1176"/>meanes, and content, is without three good frends. That
      <lb n="1177"/>the propertie of raine is to wet, and fire to burne: That
      <lb n="1178"/>pood pasture makes fat sheepe: and that a great cause of
      <lb n="1179"/>the night, is lacke of the Sunne: That hee that hath lear­
      <lb n="1180"/>no wit by Nature, nor Art, may complaine of good
      <lb n="1181"/>breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-tou">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <l n="1182">Such a one is a naturall Philosopher:</l>
      <l n="1183">Was't euer in Court, Shepheard?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cor.</speaker>
      <p n="1184">No truly.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-tou">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <p n="1185">Then thou art damn'd.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cor.</speaker>
      <p n="1186">Nay, I hope.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-tou">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <p n="1187">Truly thou art damn'd, like an ill roasted Egge,
      <lb n="1188"/>all on one side.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cor.</speaker>
      <p n="1189">For not being at Court? your reason.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-tou">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <p n="1190">Why, if thou neuer was't at Court, thou neuer
      <lb n="1191"/>saw'st good manners: if thou neuer saw'st good maners,
      <lb n="1192"/>then thy manners must be wicked, and wickednes is sin,
      <lb n="1193"/>and sinne is damnation: Thou art in a parlous state shep­
      <lb n="1194"/>heard.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cor.</speaker>
      <p n="1195">Not a whit<hi rend="italic">Touchstone</hi>, those that are good ma­
      <lb n="1196"/>at the Court, are as ridiculous in the Countrey, as
      <lb n="1197"/>the behauiour of the Countrie is most mockeable at the
      <lb n="1198"/>Court. You told me, you salute not at the Court, but
      <lb n="1199"/>you kisse your hands; that courtesie would be vncleanlie
      <lb n="1200"/>if Courtiers were shepheards.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-tou">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <p n="1201">Instance, briefly: come, instance.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cor.</speaker>
      <p n="1202">Why we are still handling our Ewes, and their
      <lb n="1203"/>Fels you know are greasie.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-tou">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <p n="1204">Why do not your Courtiers hands sweate? And
      <lb n="1205"/>is not the grease of a Mutton, as wholesome as the sweat
      <lb n="1206"/>of a man? Shallow, shallow: A better instance I say:
      <lb n="1207"/>Come.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cor.</speaker>
      <p n="1208">Besides, our hands are hard.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-tou">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <l n="1209">Your lips wil feele them the sooner. Shallow a­
      <lb/>gen: a more sounder instance, come.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cor.</speaker>
      <p n="1210">And they are often tarr'd ouer, with the surgery
      <lb n="1211"/>of our sheepe: and would you haue vs kisse Tarre? The
      <lb n="1212"/>Courtiers hands are perfum'd with Ciuet.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-tou">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <p n="1213">Most shallow man: Thou wormes meate in re­
      <lb n="1214"/>spect of a good peece of flesh indeed: learne of the wise
      <lb n="1215"/>and perpend: Ciuet is of a baser birth then Tarre, the
      <lb n="1216"/>verie vncleanly fluxe of a Cat. Mend the instance Shep­
      <lb n="1217"/>heard.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cor.</speaker>
      <p n="1218">You haue too Courtly a wit, for me, Ile rest.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-tou">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <p n="1219">Wilt thou rest damn'd? God helpe thee shallow
      <lb n="1220"/>man: God make incision in thee, thou art raw.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cor.</speaker>
      <p n="1221">Sir, I am a true Labourer, I earne that I eate: get
      <lb n="1222"/>that I weare; owe no man hate, enuie no mans happi­
      <lb n="1223"/>nesse: glad of other mens good content with my harme:
      <lb n="1224"/>and the greatest of my pride, is to see my Ewes graze, &amp;
      <lb n="1225"/>my Lambes sucke.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-tou">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <p n="1226">That is another simple sinne in you, to bring the
      <lb n="1227"/>Ewes and the Rammes together, and to offer to get your
      <lb n="1228"/>liuing, by the copulation of Cattle, to be bawd to a Bel­
      <lb n="1229"/>weather, and to betray a shee‑Lambe of a tweluemonth<cb n="2"/>
         
      <lb n="1230"/>to a crooked‑pated olde Cuckoldly Ramme, out of all
      <lb n="1231"/>reasonable match. If thou bee'st not damn'd for this, the
      <lb n="1232"/>diuell himselfe will haue no shepherds, I cannot see else
      <lb n="1233"/>how thou shouldst scape.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cor.</speaker>
      <p n="1234">Heere comes yong M<c rend="superscript">r</c>
         <hi rend="italic">Ganimed</hi>, my new Mistris­
      <lb n="1235"/>ses Brother.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Rosalind.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <l rend="italic" n="1236">From the east to westerne Inde,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1237">no jewel is like Rosalinde,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1238">Hir worth being mounted on the winde,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1239">through all the world beares Rosalinde.</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1240">All the pictures fairest Linde,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1241">are but blacke to Rosalinde:</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1242">Let no face bee kept in mind,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1243">but the faire of Rosalinde.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-tou">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <p n="1244">Ile rime you so, eight yeares together; dinners,
      <lb n="1245"/>and suppers, and sleeping hours excepted: it is the right
      <lb n="1246"/>Butter‑womens ranke to Market.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1247">Out Foole.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-tou">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <p n="1248">For a taste.</p>
      <l rend="italic" n="1249">If a Hart doe lacke a Hinde,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1250">Let him seeke out Rosalinde:</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1251">If the Cat will after kinde,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1252">so be sure will Rosalinde:</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1253">Wintred garments must be linde,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1254">so must slender Rosalinde:</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1255">They that reap must sheafe and binde,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1256">then to cart with Rosalinde.</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1257">Sweetest nut, hath sowrest rinde,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1258">such a nut is Rosalinde.</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1259">He that sweetest rose will finde,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1260">must finde Loues pricke, &amp; Rosalinde.</l>
      <p n="1261">This is the verie false gallop of Verses, why doe you in­
      <lb n="1262"/>fect your selfe with them<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1263">Peace you dull foole, I found them on a tree.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-tou">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <p n="1264">Truely the tree yeelds bad fruite.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1265">Ile graffe it with you, and then I shall graffe it
      <lb n="1266"/>with a Medler: then it will be the earliest fruit i'th coun­
      <lb n="1267"/>try: for you'l be rotten ere you bee halfe ripe, and that's
      <lb n="1268"/>the right vertue of the Medler.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-tou">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <p n="1269">You haue said: but whether wisely or no, let the
      <lb n="1270"/>Forrest iudge.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Celia with a writing.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1271">Peace, here comes my sister reading, stand aside.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <l rend="italic" n="1272">Why should this Desert bee,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1273">for it is vnpeopled? Noe:</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1274">Tonges Ile hang on euerie tree,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1275">that shall ciuill sayings shoe.</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1276">Some, how briefe the Life of man</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1277">runs his erring pilgrimage,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1278">That the stretching of a span,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1279">buckles in his summe of age.</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1280">Some of violated vowes,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1281">twixt the soules of friend, and friend:</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1282">But vpon the fairest bowes,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1283">or at euerie sentence end;</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1284">Will I Rosalinda write,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1285">teaching all that reade, to know</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1286">The quintessence of euerie sprite,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1287">heauen would in little show.</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1288">Therefore heauen Nature charg'd,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1289">that one bodie should be fill'd</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1290">With all Graces wide enlarg'd,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1291">nature presently distill'd</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0216-0.jpg" n="196"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l rend="italic" n="1292">Helens cheeke, but not his heart,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1293">
         <hi rend="roman">Cleopatra's</hi>Maiestie:</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1294">
         <hi rend="roman">Attalanta's</hi>better part,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1295">sad<hi rend="roman">Lucrecia's</hi>Modestie.</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1296">Thus<hi rend="roman">Rosalinde</hi>of manie parts,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1297">by Heauenly Synode was deuis'd,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1298">Of manie faces, eyes, and hearts,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1299">to haue the touches deerest pris'd.</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1300">Heauen would that shee these gifts should haue,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="1301">and I to liue and die her slaue.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1302">O most gentle Iupiter, what tedious homilie of
      <lb n="1303"/>Loue haue you wearied your parishioners withall, and
      <lb n="1304"/>neuer cri'de, haue patience good people.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="1305">How now backe friends: Shepheard, go off a lit­
      <lb n="1306"/>tle: go with him sirrah.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-tou">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <p n="1307">Come Shepheard, let vs make an honorable re­
      <lb n="1308"/>treit, though not with bagge and baggage, yet with
      <lb n="1309"/>scrip and scrippage.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="1310">Didst thou heare these verses?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1311">O yes, I heard them all, and more too, for some
      <lb n="1312"/>of them had in them more feete then the Verses would
      <lb n="1313"/>beare.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="1314">That's no matter: the feet might beare yͤ verses.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1315">I, but the feet were lame, and could not beare
      <lb n="1316"/>themselues without the verse, and therefore stood lame­
      <lb n="1317"/>ly in the verse.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="1318">But didst thou heare without wondering, how
      <lb n="1319"/>thy name should be hang'd and carued vpon these trees?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1320">I was seuen of the nine daies out of the wonder,
      <lb n="1321"/>before you came: for looke heere what I found on a
      <lb n="1322"/>Palme tree; I was neuer so berim'd since<hi rend="italic">Pythagoras</hi>time
      <lb n="1323"/>that I was an Irish Rat, which I can hardly remember.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="1324">Tro you, who hath done this?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1325">Is it a man?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="1326">And a chaine that you once wore about his neck:
      <lb n="1327"/>change you colour?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1328">I pre'thee who?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="1329">O Lord, Lord, it is a hard matter for friends to
      <lb n="1330"/>meete; but Mountaines may bee remoou'd with Earth­
      <lb n="1331"/>quakes, and so encounter.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1332">Nay, but who is it?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="1333">Is it possible?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1334">Nay, I pre'thee now, with most petitionary ve­
      <lb n="1335"/>hemence, tell me who it is.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="1336">O wonderfull, wonderfull, and most wonderfull
      <lb n="1337"/>wonderfull, and yet againe wonderful, and after that out
      <lb n="1338"/>of all hooping.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1339">Good my complection, dost thou think though
      <lb n="1340"/>I am caparison'd like a man, I haue a doublet and hose in
      <lb n="1341"/>my disposition? One inch of delay more, is a South‑sea
      <lb n="1342"/>of discouerie. I pre'thee tell me, who is it quickely, and
      <lb n="1343"/>speake apace: I would thou couldst stammer, that thou
      <lb n="1344"/>might'st powre this conceal'd man out of thy mouth, as
      <lb n="1345"/>Wine comes out of a narrow‑mouth'd bottle: either too
      <lb n="1346"/>much at once, or none at all. I pre'thee take the Corke
      <lb n="1347"/>out of thy mouth, that I may drinke thy tydings.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="1348">So you may put a man in your belly.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1349">Is he of Gods making? What manner of man?
      <lb n="1350"/>Is his head worth a hat? Or his chin worth a beard?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="1351">Nay, he hath but a little beard.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1352">Why God will send more, if the man will bee
      <lb n="1353"/>thankful: let me stay the growth of his beard, if thou
      <lb n="1354"/>delay me not the knowledge of his chin.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="1355">It is yong<hi rend="italic">Orlando</hi>, that tript vp the Wrastlers
      <lb n="1356"/>heeles, and your heart, both in an instant.</p>
   </sp>
   <cb n="2"/>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1357">Nay, but the diuell take mocking: speake sadde
      <lb n="1358"/>brow, and true maid.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <l n="1359">I'faith (Coz) tis he.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1360">
         <hi rend="italic">Orlando</hi>?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="1361">
         <hi rend="italic">Orlando</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1362">Alas the day, what shall I do with my doublet &amp;
      <lb n="1363"/>hose? What did he when thou saw'st him? What sayde
      <lb n="1364"/>he? How look'd he<c rend="italic">?</c>Wherein went he? What makes hee
      <lb n="1365"/>heere? Did he aske for me? Where remaines he? How
      <lb n="1366"/>parted he with thee<c rend="italic">?</c>And when shalt thou see him a­
      <lb n="1367"/>gaine? Answer me in one vvord.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="1368">You must borrow me Gargantuas mouth first:
      <lb n="1369"/>'tis a Word too great for any mouth of this Ages size, to
      <lb n="1370"/>say I and no, to these particulars, is more then to answer
      <lb n="1371"/>in a Catechisme.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1372">But doth he know that I am in this Forrest, and
      <lb n="1373"/>in mans apparrell? Looks he as freshly, as he did the day
      <lb n="1374"/>he Wrastled?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="1375">It is as easie to count Atomies as to resolue the
      <lb n="1376"/>propositions of a Louer: but take a taste of my finding
      <lb n="1377"/>him, and rellish it with good obseruance. I found him
      <lb n="1378"/>vnder a tree like a drop'd Acorne.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1379">It may vvel be cal'd Ioues tree, when it droppes
      <lb n="1380"/>forth fruite.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="1381">Giue me audience, good Madam.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1382">Proceed.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="1383">There lay hee stretch'd along like a Wounded
      <lb n="1384"/>knight.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1385">Though it be pittie to see such a sight, it vvell
      <lb n="1386"/>becomes the ground.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="1387">Cry holla, to the tongue, I prethee: it curuettes
      <lb n="1388"/>vnseasonably. He was furnish'd like a Hunter.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1389">O ominous, he comes to kill my Hart.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="1390">I would sing my song without a burthen, thou
      <lb n="1391"/>bring'st me out of tune.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1392">Do you not know I am a woman, when I thinke,
      <lb n="1393"/>I must speake: sweet, say on.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Orlando &amp; Iaques.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="1394">You bring me out.<c rend="italic">S</c>oft, comes he not heere?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1395">'Tis he, slinke by, and note him.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-jaq">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iaq.</speaker>
      <p n="1396">I thanke you for your company, but good faith
      <lb n="1397"/>I had as liefe haue beene my selfe alone.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <l n="1398">And so had I: but yet for fashion sake</l>
      <l n="1399">I thanke you too, for your societie.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-jaq">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iaq.</speaker>
      <l n="1400">God buy you, let's meet as little as we can.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <l n="1401">I do desire we may be better strangers.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-jaq">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iaq.</speaker>
      <p n="1402">I pray you marre no more trees vvith Writing
      <lb n="1403"/>Loue‑songs in their barkes.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <p n="1404">I pray you marre no moe of my verses with rea­
      <lb n="1405"/>ding them ill‑fauouredly.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-jaq">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iaq.</speaker>
      <p n="1406">
         <hi rend="italic">Rosalinde</hi>is your loues name?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <p n="1407">Yes, Iust.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-jaq">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iaq.</speaker>
      <p n="1408">I do not like her name.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <p n="1409">There was no thought of pleasing you when she
      <lb n="1410"/>was christen'd.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-jaq">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iaq.</speaker>
      <p n="1411">What stature is she of?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <p n="1412">Iust as high as my heart.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-jaq">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iaq.</speaker>
      <p n="1413">You are ful of prety answers: haue you not bin ac­
      <lb n="1414"/>quainted with goldsmiths wiues, &amp; cond<choice>
            <abbr>thē</abbr>
            <expan>them</expan>
         </choice>out of rings</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <p n="1415">Not so: but I answer you right painted cloath,
      <lb n="1416"/>from whence you haue studied your questions.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-jaq">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iaq.</speaker>
      <p n="1417">You haue a nimble wit; I thinke 'twas made of
      <lb n="1418"/>
         <hi rend="italic">Attalanta's</hi>heeles. Will you sitte downe with me, and
      <lb n="1419"/>wee two, will raile against our Mistris the world, and all
      <lb n="1420"/>our miserie.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <p n="1421">I wil chide no breather in the world but my selfe<pb facs="FFimg:axc0217-0.jpg" n="197"/>
         <cb n="1"/>
         
      <lb n="1422"/>against whom I know<choice>
            <orig>mofl</orig>
            <corr>most</corr>
         </choice>faults.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-jaq">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iaq.</speaker>
      <p n="1423">The worst fault you haue, is to be in loue.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <p n="1424">'Tis a fault I will not change, for your best ver­
      <lb n="1425"/>tue: I am wearie of you.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-jaq">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iaq.</speaker>
      <p n="1426">By my troth, I was seeking for a Foole, when I
      <lb n="1427"/>found you.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <p n="1428">He is drown'd in the brooke, looke but in, and
      <lb n="1429"/>you shall see him.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-jaq">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iaq.</speaker>
      <p n="1430">There I shal see mine owne figure.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <p n="1431">Which I take to be either a foole, or a Cipher.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-jaq">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iaq.</speaker>
      <p n="1432">Ile tarrie no longer with you, farewell good sig­
      <lb n="1433"/>nior Loue.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <p n="1434">I am glad of your departure: Adieu good Mon­
      <lb n="1435"/>soeir Melancholly.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1436">I wil speake to him like a sawcie Lacky. and vn­
      <lb n="1437"/>der that habit play the knaue with him, do you hear For­
      <lb rend="turnunder" n="1438"/>
         <pc rend="turnunder">(</pc>rester.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <p n="1439">Verie wel, what would you?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1440">I pray you, what i'st a clocke?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <p n="1441">You should aske me what time o'day: there's no
      <lb n="1442"/>clocke in the Forrest.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1443">Then there is no true Louer in the Forrest, else
      <lb n="1444"/>sighing euerie minute, and groaning euerie houre wold
      <lb n="1445"/>detect the lazie foot of time, as wel as a clocke.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <p n="1446">And why not the swift foote of time? Had not
      <lb n="1447"/>that bin as proper?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1448">By no meanes sir; Time trauels in diuers paces,
      <lb n="1449"/>with diuers persons: Ile tel you who Time ambles with­
      <lb n="1450"/>all, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal,
      <lb n="1451"/>and who he stands stil withal.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <p n="1452">I prethee, who doth he trot withal<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1453">Marry he trots hard with a yong maid, between
      <lb n="1454"/>the contract of her marriage, and the day it is solemnizd:
      <lb n="1455"/>if the interim be but a sennight, Times pace is so hard,
      <lb n="1456"/>that it seemes the length of seuen yeare.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <p n="1457">Who ambles Time withal?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1458">With a Priest that lacks Latine, and a rich man
      <lb n="1459"/>that hath not the Gowt: for the one sleepes easily be­
      <lb n="1460"/>cause he cannot study, and the other liues merrily, be­
      <lb n="1461"/>cause he feeles no paine: the one lacking the burthen of
      <lb n="1462"/>leane and wasteful Learning; the other knowing no bur­
      <lb n="1463"/>then of heauie tedious penurie. These Time ambles
      <lb n="1464"/>withal.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <p n="1465">Who doth he gallop withal?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1466">With a theefe to the gallowes: for though hee
      <lb n="1467"/>go as softly as foot can fall, he thinkes himselfe too soon
      <lb n="1468"/>there.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <p n="1469">Who staies it stil withal?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1470">With Lawiers in the vacation: for they sleepe
      <lb n="1471"/>betweene Terme and Terme, and then they perceiue not
      <lb n="1472"/>how time moues.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <p n="1473">Where dwel you prettie youth?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1474">With this Shepheardesse my sister: heere in the
      <lb n="1475"/>skirts of the Forrest, like fringe vpon a petticoat.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <l n="1476">Are you natiue of this place?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1477">As the Conie that you see dwell where shee is
      <lb n="1478"/>kindled.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <p n="1479">Your accent is something finer, then you could
      <lb n="1480"/>purchase in so remoued a dwelling.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1481">I haue bin told so of many: but indeed, an olde
      <lb n="1482"/>religious Vnckle of mine taught me to speake, who was
      <lb n="1483"/>in his youth an inland man, one that knew Courtship too
      <lb n="1484"/>well: for there he fel in loue. I haue heard him read ma­
      <lb n="1485"/>ny Lectors against it, and I thanke God, I am not a Wo­
      <lb n="1486"/>man to be touch'd with so many giddie offences as hee
      <lb n="1487"/>hath generally tax'd their whole sex withal.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <p n="1488">Can you remember any of the principall euils,<cb n="2"/>
         
      <lb n="1489"/>that he laid to the charge of women?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1490">There were none principal, they were all like
      <lb n="1491"/>one another, as halfe pence are, euerie one fault seeming
      <lb n="1492"/>monstrous, til his fellow‑fault came to match it.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <p n="1493">I prethee recount some of them.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1494">No: I wil not cast away my physick, but on those
      <lb n="1495"/>that are sicke. There is a man haunts the Forrest, that a­
      <lb n="1496"/>buses our yong plants with caruing<hi rend="italic">Rosalinde</hi>on their
      <lb n="1497"/>barkes; hangs Oades vpon Hauthornes, and Elegies on
      <lb n="1498"/>brambles; all (forsooth) defying the name of<hi rend="italic">Rosalinde</hi>.
      <lb n="1499"/>If I could meet that Fancie‑monger, I would giue him
      <lb n="1500"/>some good counsel, for he seemes to haue the Quotidian
      <lb n="1501"/>of Loue vpon him.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <p n="1502">I am he that is so Loue‑shak'd, I pray you tel
      <lb n="1503"/>me your remedie.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1504">There is none of my Vnckles markes vpon you:
      <lb n="1505"/>he taught me how to know a man in loue: in which cage
      <lb n="1506"/>of rushes, I am sure you art not prisoner.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <p n="1507">What were his markes?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1508">A leane cheeke, which you haue not: a blew eie
      <lb n="1509"/>and sunken, which you haue not: an vnquestionable spi­
      <lb n="1510"/>rit, which you haue not: a beard neglected, which you
      <lb n="1511"/>haue not: (but I pardon you for that, for simply your ha­
      <lb n="1512"/>uing in beard, is a yonger brothers reuennew) then your
      <lb n="1513"/>hose should be vngarter'd, your bonnet vnbanded, your
      <lb n="1514"/>sleeue vnbutton'd, your shoo vnti'de, and euerie thing
      <lb n="1515"/>about you, demonstrating a carelesse desolation: but you
      <lb n="1516"/>are no such man; you are rather point deuice in your ac­
      <lb n="1517"/>coustrements, as louing your selfe, then seeming the Lo­
      <lb n="1518"/>uer of any other.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <p n="1519">Faire youth, I would I could make thee beleeue
      <lb rend="turnover" n="1520"/>
         <pc rend="turnover">(</pc>I Loue.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1521">Me beleeue it? You may assoone make her that
      <lb n="1522"/>you Loue beleeue it, which I warrant she is apter to do,
      <lb n="1523"/>then to confesse she do's: that is one of the points, in the
      <lb n="1524"/>which women stil giue the lie to their consciences. But
      <lb n="1525"/>in good sooth, are you he that hangs the verses on the
      <lb n="1526"/>Trees, wherein<hi rend="italic">Rosalind</hi>is so admired?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <p n="1527">I sweare to thee youth, by the white hand of
      <lb n="1528"/>
         <hi rend="italic">Rosalind</hi>, I am that he, that vnfortunate he.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1529">But are you so much in loue, as your rimes speak?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <l n="1530">Neither rime nor reason can expresse how much.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1531">Loue is meerely a madnesse, and I tel you, de­
      <lb n="1532"/>serues as wel a darke house, and a whip, as madmen do:
      <lb n="1533"/>and the reason why they are not so punish'd and cured, is
      <lb n="1534"/>that the Lunacie is so ordinarie, that the whippers are in
      <lb n="1535"/>loue too: yet I professe curing it by counsel.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <p n="1536">Did you euer cure any so?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1537">Yes one, and in this manner. Hee was to ima­
      <lb n="1538"/>gine me his Loue, his Mistris: and I set him euerie day
      <lb n="1539"/>to woe me. At which time would I, being but a moonish
      <lb n="1540"/>youth, greeue, be effeminate, changeable, longing, and
      <lb n="1541"/>liking, proud, fantastical, apish, shallow, inconstant, ful
      <lb n="1542"/>of teares, full of smiles; for euerie passion something, and
      <lb n="1543"/>for no passion truly any thing, as boyes and women are
      <lb n="1544"/>for the most part, cattle of this colour: would now like
      <lb n="1545"/>him, now loath him: then entertaine him, then forswear
      <lb n="1546"/>him: now weepe for him, then spit at him; that I draue
      <lb n="1547"/>my Sutor from his mad humor of loue, to a liuing humor
      <lb n="1548"/>of madnes, w<c rend="superscript">c</c>was to forsweare the ful stream of yͤ world,
      <lb n="1549"/>and to liue in a nooke meerly Monastick: and thus I cur'd
      <lb n="1550"/>him, and this way wil I take vpon mee to wash your Li­
      <lb n="1551"/>uer as cleane as a sound sheepes heart, that there shal not
      <lb n="1552"/>be one spot of Loue in't.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <p n="1553">I would not be cured, youth.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1554">I would cure you, if you would but call me<hi rend="italic">Rosa­
      <lb n="1555"/>lind</hi>, and come euerie day to my Coat, and woe me.</p>
   </sp>
   <pb facs="FFimg:axc0218-0.jpg" n="198"/>
   <cb n="1"/>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orlan.</speaker>
      <p n="1556">Now by the faith of my loue, I will; Tel me
      <lb n="1557"/>where it is.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1558">Go with me to it, and Ile shew it you: and by
      <lb n="1559"/>the way, you shal tell me, where in the Forrest you liue:
      <lb n="1560"/>Wil you go<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <p n="1561">With all my heart, good youth.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="1562">Nay, you must call mee<hi rend="italic">Rosalind</hi>: Come sister,
      <lb n="1563"/>will you go?</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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