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And how like you this shepherds life M
Touchstone?
And how like you this shepherds life M
Touchstone?
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
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
No more, but that I know the more one sickens,
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
no wit by Nature, nor Art, may complaine of good
breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred.
No truly.
Then thou art damn'd.
Nay, I hope.
Truly thou art damn'd, like an ill roasted Egge,
all on one side.
For not being at Court? your reason.
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.
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
if Courtiers were shepheards.
Instance, briefly: come, instance.
Why we are still handling our Ewes, and their
Fels you know are greasie.
Why do not your Courtiers hands sweate? And
is not the grease of a Mutton, as wholesome as the sweat
of a man? Shallow, shallow: A better instance I say:
Come.
Besides, our hands are hard.
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.
Most shallow man: Thou wormes meate in re
spect of a good peece of flesh indeed: learne of the wise
and perpend: Ciuet is of a baser birth then Tarre, the
verie vncleanly fluxe of a Cat. Mend the instance Shep
heard.
You haue too Courtly a wit, for me, Ile rest.
Wilt thou rest damn'd? God helpe thee shallow
man: God make incision in thee, thou art raw.
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, &
my Lambes sucke.
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
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.
Heere comes yong M
Ganimed, my new Mistris
ses Brother.
Ile rime you so, eight yeares together; dinners,
and suppers, and sleeping hours excepted: it is the right
Butter‑womens ranke to Market.
Out Foole.
For a taste.
This is the verie false gallop of Verses, why doe you in
fect your selfe with them
Peace you dull foole, I found them on a tree.
Truely the tree yeelds bad fruite.
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.
You haue said: but whether wisely or no, let the
Forrest iudge.
Peace, here comes my sister reading, stand aside.
O most gentle Iupiter, what tedious homilie of
Loue haue you wearied your parishioners withall, and
neuer cri'de, haue patience good people.
How now backe friends: Shepheard, go off a lit
tle: go with him sirrah.
Come Shepheard, let vs make an honorable re
treit, though not with bagge and baggage, yet with
scrip and scrippage.
Didst thou heare these verses?
O yes, I heard them all, and more too, for some
of them had in them more feete then the Verses would
beare.
That's no matter: the feet might beare yͤ verses.
I, but the feet were lame, and could not beare
themselues without the verse, and therefore stood lame
ly in the verse.
But didst thou heare without wondering, how
thy name should be hang'd and carued vpon these trees?
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.
Tro you, who hath done this?
Is it a man?
And a chaine that you once wore about his neck:
change you colour?
I pre'thee who?
O Lord, Lord, it is a hard matter for friends to
meete; but Mountaines may bee remoou'd with Earth
quakes, and so encounter.
Nay, but who is it?
Is it possible?
Nay, I pre'thee now, with most petitionary ve
hemence, tell me who it is.
O wonderfull, wonderfull, and most wonderfull
wonderfull, and yet againe wonderful, and after that out
of all hooping.
Good my complection, dost thou think though
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
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.
So you may put a man in your belly.
Is he of Gods making? What manner of man?
Is his head worth a hat? Or his chin worth a beard?
Nay, he hath but a little beard.
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.
It is yong
Orlando, that tript vp the Wrastlers
heeles, and your heart, both in an instant.
Nay, but the diuell take mocking: speake sadde
brow, and true maid.
Orlando?
Orlando.
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
heere? Did he aske for me? Where remaines he? How
parted he with thee
gaine? Answer me in one vvord.
You must borrow me Gargantuas mouth first:
'tis a Word too great for any mouth of this Ages size, to
say I and no, to these particulars, is more then to answer
in a Catechisme.
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?
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.
It may vvel be cal'd Ioues tree, when it droppes
forth fruite.
Giue me audience, good Madam.
Proceed.
There lay hee stretch'd along like a Wounded
knight.
Though it be pittie to see such a sight, it vvell
becomes the ground.
Cry holla, to the tongue, I prethee: it curuettes
vnseasonably. He was furnish'd like a Hunter.
O ominous, he comes to kill my Hart.
I would sing my song without a burthen, thou
bring'st me out of tune.
Do you not know I am a woman, when I thinke,
I must speake: sweet, say on.
You bring me out.
'Tis he, slinke by, and note him.
I thanke you for your company, but good faith
I had as liefe haue beene my selfe alone.
I pray you marre no more trees vvith Writing
Loue‑songs in their barkes.
I pray you marre no moe of my verses with rea
ding them ill‑fauouredly.
Rosalinde is your loues name?
Yes, Iust.
I do not like her name.
There was no thought of pleasing you when she
was christen'd.
What stature is she of?
Iust as high as my heart.
You are ful of prety answers: haue you not bin ac
quainted with goldsmiths wiues, & cond
Not so: but I answer you right painted cloath,
from whence you haue studied your questions.
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
our miserie.
I wil chide no breather in the world but my selfe
against whom I know
The worst fault you haue, is to be in loue.
'Tis a fault I will not change, for your best ver
tue: I am wearie of you.
By my troth, I was seeking for a Foole, when I
found you.
He is drown'd in the brooke, looke but in, and
you shall see him.
There I shal see mine owne figure.
Which I take to be either a foole, or a Cipher.
Ile tarrie no longer with you, farewell good sig
nior Loue.
I am glad of your departure: Adieu good Mon
soeir Melancholly.
I wil speake to him like a sawcie Lacky. and vn
der that habit play the knaue with him, do you hear For
Verie wel, what would you?
I pray you, what i'st a clocke?
You should aske me what time o'day: there's no
clocke in the Forrest.
Then there is no true Louer in the Forrest, else
sighing euerie minute, and groaning euerie houre wold
detect the lazie foot of time, as wel as a clocke.
And why not the swift foote of time? Had not
that bin as proper?
By no meanes sir; Time trauels in diuers paces,
with diuers persons: Ile tel you who Time ambles with
all, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal,
and who he stands stil withal.
I prethee, who doth he trot withal
Marry he trots hard with a yong maid, between
the contract of her marriage, and the day it is solemnizd:
if the interim be but a sennight, Times pace is so hard,
that it seemes the length of seuen yeare.
Who ambles Time withal?
With a Priest that lacks Latine, and a rich man
that hath not the Gowt: for the one sleepes easily be
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.
Who doth he gallop withal?
With a theefe to the gallowes: for though hee
go as softly as foot can fall, he thinkes himselfe too soon
there.
Who staies it stil withal?
With Lawiers in the vacation: for they sleepe
betweene Terme and Terme, and then they perceiue not
how time moues.
Where dwel you prettie youth?
With this Shepheardesse my sister: heere in the
skirts of the Forrest, like fringe vpon a petticoat.
As the Conie that you see dwell where shee is
kindled.
Your accent is something finer, then you could
purchase in so remoued a dwelling.
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
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.
Can you remember any of the principall euils,
that he laid to the charge of women?
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.
I prethee recount some of them.
No: I wil not cast away my physick, but on those
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
some good counsel, for he seemes to haue the Quotidian
of Loue vpon him.
I am he that is so Loue‑shak'd, I pray you tel
me your remedie.
There is none of my Vnckles markes vpon you:
he taught me how to know a man in loue: in which cage
of rushes, I am sure you art not prisoner.
What were his markes?
A leane cheeke, which you haue not: a blew eie
and sunken, which you haue not: an vnquestionable spi
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
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.
Faire youth, I would I could make thee beleeue
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
in good sooth, are you he that hangs the verses on the
Trees, wherein
Rosalind is so admired?
I sweare to thee youth, by the white hand of
Rosalind, I am that he, that vnfortunate he.
But are you so much in loue, as your rimes speak?
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
loue too: yet I professe curing it by counsel.
Did you euer cure any so?
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
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
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
and to liue in a nooke meerly Monastick: and thus I cur'd
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.
I would not be cured, youth.
I would cure you, if you would but call me
Rosa
lind
, and come euerie day to my Coat, and woe me.
Now by the faith of my loue, I will; Tel me
where it is.
Go with me to it, and Ile shew it you: and by
the way, you shal tell me, where in the Forrest you liue:
Wil you go
With all my heart, good youth.
Nay, you must call mee
Rosalind: Come sister,
will you go?
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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 & 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>
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<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>
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</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, &
<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, & 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 &
<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 & 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, & 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>
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<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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