for coming o'nights to Jane Smile: and I remember the kissing of her batlet, and the cow's dugs that her pretty chop'd hands had milk'd: and I remember the wooing of a peascod instead of her; from whom I took two cods, and, giving her them again, said with weeping tears, Wear these for my sake. We, that are true lovers, run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.

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Ros. Thou speak'st wiser, than thou art 'ware of. Clo. Nay, I shall ne'er be aware of mine own wit, 'till I break my shins against it.

Ros. Jove! Jovel this shepherd's passion is much upon my fashion.

Clo. And mine; but it grows something stale with

me.

Cel. I pray you, one of you question yön man, 230 If he for gold will give us any food;

I faint almost to death.

Clo. Holla! you, clown!

Ros. Peace, fool; he's not thy kinsman.

Cor. Who calls?

Clo. Your betters, sir.

Cor. Else they are very wretched.

Ros. Peace, I say:-Good even to you, friend.
Cor. And to you, gentle sir, and to you all.
Ros. I pr'ythee, shepherd, if that love, or gold,
Can in this desert place buy entertainment,
Bring us where we may rest ourselves, and feed:
Here's a young maid with travel much oppress'd,

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And

And faints for succour.

Cor. Fair sir, I pity her,

And wish for her sake, more than for mine own,
My fortunes were more able to relieve her :
But I am shepherd to another man,
And do not sheer the fleeces that I graze;
My master is of churlish disposition,
And little recks to find the way to heaven
By doing deeds of hospitality :

Besides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed
Are now on sale, and at our sheep-cote now,
By reason of his absence, there is nothing
That you will feed on; but what is, come see,
And in my voice most welcome shall you be,

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Ros. What is he, that shall buy his flock and pas

ture?

Cor. That young swain, that you saw here but ere

while,

That little cares for buying any thing.

Ros. I pray thee, if it stand with honesty,

Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the flock,
And thou shalt have to pay for it of us.

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Cel. And we will mend thy wages: I like this place, And willingly could waste my time in it. Cor. Assuredly the thing is to be sold; Go with me; if you like, upon report, The soil, the profit, and this kind of life, I will your very faithful feeder be,

And buy it with your gold right suddenly.

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SCENE

SCENE V.

Enter AMIENS, JAQUES, and others.

SONG.

Ami. Under the greenwood tree,

Who loves to lie with me,

And tune his merry note

Unto the sweet bird's throat,

Come hither, come hither, come hither;

Here shall he see

No enemy,

But winter and rough weather.

Jaq, More, more, I pr'ythee, more.

Ami. It will make you melancholy, monsieur Jaques,

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Jaq. I thank it. More, I pr'ythee, more. I can suck melancholy out of a song, as a weazèl sucks eggs: More, I pr'ythee, more.

Ami. My voice is rugged; I know, I cannot please

you.

Jaq. I do not desire you to please me, I do desire you to sing: Come, more; another stanza; Call you

'em stanzas ?

Ami. What you will, monsieur Jaques.

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Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names; they owe

me nothing: Will you sing?

Ami. More at your request, than to please myself

Jag

Jaq. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you: but that they call compliment, is like the encounter of two dog-apes; and when a man thanks me heartily, methinks, I have given him a penny, and he renders me the beggarly thanks. Come, sing; and you that will not, hold your tongues.

Ami. Well, I'll end the song.Sirs, cover the while the duke will drink under this tree :-he hath been all this day to look you.

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Jaq. And I have been all this day to avoid him. He is too disputable for my company: I think of as many matters as he; but I give heaven thanks, and make no boast of them. Come, warble, come.

Jaq. I'll give you a verse to this note, that I made

yesterday in despight of my invention.

Ami. And I'll sing it.

Jaq. Thus it

goes:

If it do come to pass,

That any man turn ass,

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Leaving his wealth and ease,

A stubborn will to please,

Duc ad me, duc ad me, duc ad me ;

Here shall he see

Gross fools as he,

An if he will come to me.

Ami. What's that, duc ad me?

Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle. I'll go sleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail against all the first-born of Egypt.

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Ami. And I'll go seek the duke; his banquet is prepar'd.

[Exeunt severally.

SCENE VI.

Enter ORLANDO, and ADAM.

Adam. Dear master, I can go no further: O, I die for food! Here lie I down, and measure out my grave. Farewel, kind master.

Orla. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee? Live a little; comfort a little; cheer thyself a little: If this uncouth forest yield any thing savage, I will either be food for it, or bring it for food to thee. Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers. For my sake be comfortable; hold death a while at the arm's end: I will be here with thee presently; and