Rof. With a prieft that lacks Latin, and a rich man that hath not the gout: for the one fleeps

Orla. I pray you, mar no more of my verfes with eafily, because he cannot fludy; and the other lives

Ola. He is drown'd in the brook; look but in, and I thank God, I am not a woman, to be touch'd and you fhall fee him.

Rg. There were none principal; they were all [Exit.like one another, as half-pence are: every one Urla. I am glad of your departure: adieu, good fault feeming monitrous, 'till his fellow fault monfieur melancholy. [Cel. and Rof, come for ward. came to match it.

Ola. I pr'ythee, recount fome of them.

R. No; I will not caft away my phyfick, but on thofe that are fick. There is a man haunts the foreft, that abuses our young plants with carving Rofalind on their barks; hangs odes upon hawthorns, and elegies on brambles; all, forfooth, deifying the name of Rofalind: if I could meet that fancy-monger, I would give him fome good counfel, for he feems to have the quotidian of love upon him.

Orla. I am he that is fo love-shak'd ; pray you, tell me your remedy.

Raf. There is none of my uncle's marks upen you: he taught me how to know a man in love; in which cage of ruthes, I am fure, you are not prifoner.

Orla. What were his marks?

Ola. I pr'ythee, whom doth he trot withal? Raf. A lean cheek; which you have not : a blue Raj. Marry, he trots hard with a young maid, eye, and funken; which you have not: an unbetween the contract of her marriage and the day questionable 3 spirit; which you have not: a beard it is folemniz'd: if the interim be but a fe'nnight, neglected; which you have not :-but I pardon time's pace is fo hard that it feems the length of fe- you for that; for, fimply, your having in beard is ven years. a younger brother's revenue:-Then your Lofe

Alluding to the fashion, in old tapefry hangings, of mottos and moral fentences iffuing from the mouths of the figures in them. 2 Inland is here ufed to mean a civilized perfon, in oppofition to a ruftick. 3. e. a fpirit not inquifitive.

should be ungarter'd, your bonnet unbanded, your fleeve unbuttoned, your fhoe untied, and every thing about you demonftrating a carelefs defolation. But you are no fuch man; you are rather pointdevice in your accoutrements; as loving yourself, than feeming the lover of any other.

Orla. Fair youth, 1 would I could make thee believe I love.

Enter Clown and Audrey, Jaques watching them. Clo. Come apace, good Audrey; I will fetch up your goats, Audrey: And how, Audrey? am I the man yet? doth my fimple feature content Rof. Me believe it? you may as foon make her you ? that you love believe it; which, I warrant, the is! apter to do, than to confefs the does; that is one features? of the points in the which women ftill give the lye to their confciences. But, in good footh, are you he that hangs the verfes on the trees, wherein Rofalind is fo admired?

Orla. I fwear to thee, youth, by the white hand of Rofalind, I am that he, that unfortunate he.

Rof. But are you so much in love, as your rhimes Speak?

Orla. Neither rhime nor reafon can exprefs how much.

Rof. Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deferves as well a dark house and a whip, as madmen do: and the reafon why they are not fo punifh'd and cured, is, that the lunacy is fo ordinary, that the whippers are in love too: Yet I profefs curing it by counfel.

Orla. Did you ever cure any fo?

Ref. Yes, one; and in this manner. He was to imagine me his love, his miftrefs; and I fet him every day to woo me: At which time would I, being but a moonish youth, grieve, be effominate, changeable, longing, and liking; proud, fantaftical, apith, shallow, inconftant, full of tears, full of fmiles; for every paffion fomething, and for no paffion truly any thing, as boys and women are for the most part cattle of this colour: would now like him, now loath him; then entertain him, then forfwear him; now weep for him, then fpit at him; that I drave my fuitor from his mad humour of love, to a living humour of madness; which was, to forfwear the full ftream of the world, and to live in a nook merely monaftick: And thus I cur'd him; and this way will I take upon me to wash your liver as clear as a found Theep's heart, that there fhall not be one fpot of love in't.

Orla. I would not be cur'd, youth.

Ref. I would cure you, if you would but call me Rofalind, and come every day to my cote, and

Woo me.

Orla. Now, by the faith of my love, I will; tell me where it is.

Rf. Go with me to it, and I will fhew it you and, by the way, you fhall tell me where in the foreft you live: Will you go?

Orla. With all my heart, good youth.

Aud. Your features! Lord warrant us! what

Clo. I am here with thee and thy goats, as the moft capricious poet, honeft Ovid, was among the Goths.

Jaq. [afide] O knowledge ill-inhabited! worfe than Jove in a thatch'd house!

Cl. When a man's verfes cannot be understood, nor a man's good wit feconded with the forward child, understanding, it ftrikes a man more dead than a great reckoning in a little room 3: Truly, I would the gods had made thee poetical.

Aud. I do not know what poetical is: Is it honest in deed and word? Is it a true thing?

Clo. No, truly; for the trueft poetry is the moft feigning; and lovers are given to poetry; and what they fwear in poetry, may be faid, as lovers, they do feign.

Aud. Do you with then, that the gods had made me poetical?

Clo. I do truly for thou fwear'ft to me, thou art honeft; now if thou wert a poet, I might have fome hope thou didst feign.

Ad. Would you not have me honeft?

Clo. No truly, unless thou wert hard-favour'd: for honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey a fauce to fugar.

faq. [afde.] A material fool 4!

Aud. Well, I am not fair; and therefore I pray the gods make me honeft!

Clo. Truly, and to cait away honefty upon a foul flut, were to put good meat into an unclean dith. Aud. I am not a flut, though I thank the gods I am foul.

Glo. Well, praifed be the gods for thy foulnefs! fluttifhnefs may come hereafter. But be it as it may be, I will marry thee: and to that end, I have been with Sir Oliver Mar-text, the vicar of the next village; who hath promis'd to meet me in this place of the foreft, and to couple us.

Jaq. [afide.] I would fain fee this meeting.
Aud. Well, the gods give us joy!

Clo. Amen. A man may, if he were of a fearful heart, ftagger in this attempt; for here we have no temple but the wood, no affembly but horn-beafts. But what though? Courage! As horns are odious, they are neceflary. It is faid,— Many a man knows no end of his goods: right;

Thefe feem to have been the marks by which the votaries of love were ufually characterised in the time of Shakspeare. a Meaning, perhaps, a lafting, permanent humour of madnefs. 3 Nothing (Warburton fays) was ever wrote in higher humour than this fimile. A great reckoning in a little room, implies that the entertainment was mean, and the bill extravagant. The poet here alluded to the French proverbial phrafe of the quarter of hour of Rabelais; who faid, there was only one quarter of an hour in human life paffed ill, and that was between the calling for the reckoning and paying it, 4 i. e. a fool with matter in him; a fool ftocked with ideas. 5 1. e. what then?

many

many a man has good horns, and knows no end

of them. Well, that is the dowry of his wife; 'tis none of his own getting. Horns? Even fo:Poor men alone-No, no; the noblest deer hath them as huge as the rafcal. Is the fingle man therefore bleffed? No: as a wall'd town is more worthier than a village, fo is the forehead of a married man more honourable than the bare brow of a batchelor: and by how much defence is better than no skill, fo much is a horn more precious than to want.

Enter Sir Oliver May-text. Here comes fir Oliver-Sir Oliver Mar-text, you are well met: Will you difpatch us here under this tree, or fhall we go with you to your chapelfore weep. Sir Oli. Is there none here to give the woman? Clo. I will not take her on gift of any man.

Ref. His very hair is of the diffembling colour.
Cel. Something browner than Judas's: marry,

Sir Oli. Truly, the must be given, or the mar-his kiffes are Judas's own children. riage is not lawful.

Fag. [difcovering himself] Proceed, proceed; I'll give her.

Clo. Good even, good master What ye tall't: How do you, fir? You are very well met: God 'ild you for your laft company: I am very glad to fee you :-Even a toy in hand here, fir: Nay; pray, be covered.

Jaq. Will you be married, motley?

Clo. As the ox hath his bow 3, fir, the horse his curb, and the faulcon her bells, fo man hath his defires; and as pigeons bill, fo wedlock would be nibling.

Jaq. And will you, being a man of your breeding, be married under a bufh, like a beggar? Get you to church, and have a good prieft that can tell you what marriage is: this fellow will but join you together as they join wainscot; then one of you will prove a thrunk pannel, and, like green timber, warp, warp.

Rof. I'faith, his hair is of a good colour. Cel. An excellent colour: your chetnut was ever the only colour.

Ref. And his killing is as full of fanctity as the touch of holy beard.

Cel. He hath bought a pair of caft lips of Diana: a nun of winter's filterhood 7 killes not more religioufly; the very ice of chastity is in them.

Ref. But why did he fwear he would come this morning, and comes not ?

Cel. Nay, certainly, there is no truth in him.
Roj. Do you think fo?

Cel. Yes: 1 think he is not a pick-purfe, nor a horfe-stealer; but for his verity in love, I do think him as concave as a cover'd goblet 3, or a

worm-eaten nut.

Rof. Not true in love?

Cel. Yes, when he is in; but, I think, he is

not in.

Ref. You have heard him fwear downright, he

was.

Gel. Was, is not is: befides, the oath of a lover no ftronger than the word of a tapiter; they

Clo. I am not in the mind but I were better to be married of him than of another: for he is not like to marry me well: and not being well mar-is ried, it will be a good excufe for me hereafter to are both the confirmers of falfe reckonings: He leave my wife.

Jaq. Go thou with me, and let me counfel

thee.

Glo. Come, fweet Audrey;

attends here in the foreft on the duke your father.

Rof. I met the duke yesterday, and had much question with him: He aiked me, of what parentage I was; I told him, of as good as he fo

We must be married, or we muft live in bawdry. he laugh'd, and let me go. But what talk we of Farewell, good mafter Oliver!

Not-40 fweet Oliver,

Leave me not behind thee;

O brave Oliver,

fathers, when there is fuch a man as Orlando ?
Cel. O, that's a brave man! he writes brave
veries, fpeaks brave words, fwears brave oaths,
and breaks them bravely, quite traverse, athwart to
the

He who has taken his firft degree at the university, is in the academical ftyle called Dominus, and in common language was heretofore termed Sir. i. e. God yield you, God reward you. 3 i. e. his joke. 4 Part of an old ballad. 5 Dr. Johníon thinks thefe are two quotations put in oppofition to cach other, and for wind propofes to read wend, the old word for go; though it must be obferved, that wind away and wind off, are itill uled in fome counties. 6 See note 5, p. 50. 7 Dr. Warburton fays, that Shakspeare here means an unfruitful fifterhood, which had devoted itfelf to challity. For as those who were of the niterhood of the ipring, were the votaries of Venus; thofe of fummer, the votaries of Ceres; thofe of autumn, of Pomona; so those of the fifterhood of winter were the votaries of Diana; called, of winter, because that quarter is not, like the other three, productive of fruit or increase. Meaning perhaps an empty goblet. 9 i. e. converfation. 10 Warburton explains this paffage as follows: An unexperienced lover is here compared to a pany filter, to whom it was a dif grace to have his lance broken across, as it was a mark either of want of courage or addrefs. This happene

the heart of his lover; as a puny tilter, that fpurs | Which I have darted at thee, hurt thee not;
his horfe but on one fide, breaks his ftaff like a Nor, I am fure, there is no force in eyes
noble goofe: but all's brave, that youth mounts,
and folly guides:-Who comes here?

Enter Corin.

Cor. Miftrefs, and mafter, you have oft enquired
After the fhepherd that complain'd of love;
Whom you faw fitting by me on the turf,
Praifing the proud difdainful thepherdefs
That was his mistress.

Cel. Well, and what of him?

Co. If you will fee a pageant truly play'd,
Between the pale complexion of true love
And the red glow of fcorn and proud difdain,
Go hence a little, and I shall conduct you,
If you will mark it.

Rof. O, come, let us remove;

The fight of lovers feedcth those in love :-
Bring us but to this fight, and you shall fay
I'll prove a bufy actor in their play.

SCENE V.

Another part of the foreft.

Enter Silvius, and Phebe.

[Exeunt.

That can do hurt.

Sil. O dear Phobe,

If ever (as that ever may be near)

You meet in fome fresh check the power of fancy *
Then fhall you know the wounds invifible
That love's keen arrows make.

Phe. But, 'till that time,

Come not thou near me: and, when that time comes,
Aflict me with thy mocks, pity me not;
As, 'till that time, I fhall not pity thee.

Rof. And why, I pray you?--Who might be
your mother,

That you infult, exult, and all at once 4,
Over the wretched? What though you have beauty,
(As, by my faith, I fee no more in you
Than without candle may go dark to bed)
Muft you be therefore proud and pitiless?
Why, what means this? Why do you look on me?
I fee no more in you, than in the ordinary
Of nature's fale-work 5 :-Od's, my little life!
I think, the means to tangle mine eyes too:-
No, 'faith, proud mistress, hope not after it;

Sil. Sweet Phebe, do not fcorn me; do not, 'Tis not your inky brows, your black-filk hair,

Phebe :

Phe. I would not be thy executioner ;
I fly thee, for I would not injure thee.
Thou tell'it me, there is murder in mine eye:
'Tis pretty, fure, and very probable,
That eyes,--that are the frail'it and fofteft things,
Who thut their coward gates on atomies,-
Should be call'd tyrants, butchers, murderers!
Now do I frown on thee with all my heart;
And, if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill
thee:

Now counterfeit to fwoon; why now fall down;
Or, if thou can'st not, oh, for shame, for fhame,
Lye not, to fay mine eyes are murderers.
Now thew the wound mine eyes have made in thee:
Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remains
Some fear of it; lean but upon a rush,
The cicatrice and capable impreffure
Thy palm fome moment keeps: but now mine!

[eyes

Your bugle eye-balls, nor your cheek of cream,
That can entame my fpirits to your worship.-
You foolish thep!-erd, wherefore do you follow her
Like foggy fouth, puffing with wind and rain ?
You are a thouf.nd times a properer man,
Than the a woman: 'Tis fuch fools as you,
That make the world full of ill-favour'd children:
'Tis not her glafs, but you, that flatters her;
And out of you the fees herfelf more proper,
Than any of her lineaments can show her.--
But, mistress, know yourself; down on your knees,
And thank heaven, fafting, for a good man's love:
For I must tell you friendly in your ear,—
Sell when you can; you are not for all markets:
Cry the man mercy; love him; take his offer;
Foul is most foul, being foul to be a fcoffer ".
So, take her to thee, fhepherd ;-fare you well.
Phe. Sweet youth, I pray you chide a year to

gether;

I had rather hear you chide, than this man woo.
Rof. [afide.] He's fallen in love with her foul-
nefs, and fhe'll fall in love with my anger :--If it
be fo, as fast as the antwers thee with frowning
looks, I'll fauce her with bitter words.-Why
look you fo upon me?

Phe. For no ill will I bear you.

happened when the horfe flew on one fide, in the career: and hence, 1 fuppofe, arose the jocular proverbial phrase of spurring the horse only on one fide. Now as breaking the lance againft his adverfary's breaft, in a direct line, was honourable, is the breaking it across against his breaft was, for the reafon above, dishonourable.

1 Sir T. Hanmer changed this to a nofe-quill'd goose, but no one appears to have regarded the alteration. Certainly nofe-quill'd is an epithet likely to be corrupted, and it gives the image wanted. 2 To die and live by a thing is to be conftant to it, to perfevere in it to the end. The meaning therefore of the paffage may be, who is all his life converfant with bloody drops. 3 Fancy is here ufed tor love. 4 i. c. all in a breath. 5 i. e. thofe works that nature makes up carcletsly and without exactness. The allution is to the practice of mechanicks, whofe work bespoke is more elaborate than that which is made up for chance-cuftomers, or to fell in quantities to retailers, which is called falc-work. meaning is, The ill-favour'd feem moft ill-fatoured, when, though ill-favoured, they are fluffers.

The
Rof.

Rf. I pray you, do not fall in love with me,
For I am falfer than vows made in wine:
Befides, I like you not: If you will know my houfe, That the old carlot once was master of.
'Tis at the tuft of olives, here hard by :-

Sil. Not very well, but I have met him oft ;
And he hath bought the cottage, and the bounds,

Will you go, fifter -Shepherd, ply her hard :-|
Come, fifter: Shepherdefs, look on him better,
And be not proud: though all the world could fee,
None could be fo abus'd in fight as he.
Come, to our flock. [Exeunt Rof. Cel. and Corin.
Pbe. Ded fhepherd, now I find thy faw of
might;

Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight?

Phe. Thou haft my love: Is not that neigh-
Sil. I would have you.

Phe. Why, that were covetousness.

Silvius, the time was that I hated thee:
And yet it is not, that I bear thee love :
But fince that thou canft talk of love fo well,
Thy company, which erit was irkiome to me,
I will endure; and I'll employ thee too :
But do not look for further recompence,
Than thine own gladness that thou art employ'd.
Sil. So holy, and fo perfect is my love,
And I in fuch a poverty of grace,
That I fhall think it a moft plenteous crop
To glean the broken ears after the man

That the main harveft reaps: loofe now and then

A flatter'd fmile, and that I'll live upon.

Phe. Think not I love him, though I ask for him.
'Tis but a peevith boy:-yet he talks well;-
But what care I for words yet words do well,
When he that (peaks them pleases thofe that hear.
It is a pretty youth;-Not very pretty :-
But, fure, he's proud; and yet his pride becomes

him:

He'll make a proper man: The best thing in him
Is his complexion; and faster than his tongue
Did make offence, his eye did heal it up.
He is not very tall; yet for his years he's tall:
His leg is but fo fo; and yet 'tis well:
There was a pretty redness in his lip;
A little riper, and more lutty red

Than that mix'd in his cheek; 'twas juft the dif
ference

Betwixt the conftant red, and mingled damask.
There be fome women, Silvius, had they mark'd
him

In parcels as I did, would have gone near
To fall in love with him: but, for my part,

I love him not, nor hate him not; and yet

I have more caufe to hate him than to love him:
For what had he to do to chide at me?

He faid, mine eyes were black, and my hair black,
And, now I am remembred, fcorn'd at me :
I marvel, why I answer'd not again :
But that's all one; omittance is no quittance.
I'll write to him a very taunting letter,
And thou shalt bear it; Wilt thou, Silvius?
Sil. Phebe, with all my heart.
Phe. I'll write it straight;

The matter's in my head, and in my heart:

Pb. Know ft thou the youth that ipoke to me I will be bitter with him, and pafting short: ere-while?

Go with me, Silvius.

[Exfunt.

ACT

SCENE I.

The Foreft.

Enter Refalind, Celia, and Jaques.

Pr'ythee, pretty youthi, let me be better
acquainted with thee.

IV.

nor the foldier's, which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, which is politick; nor the lady's, which is nice; nor the lover's, which is all thefe: but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many fimples, extracted from many objects, and, indeed, the fundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a moft humorous fadness.

Rof. A traveller! By my fath, you have great reafon to be fad: I fear, you have fold your own lands, to fee other men's; then, to have feen much, and to have nothing, is to have rich eyes and poor hands.

Ref. They fay, you are a melancholy fellow. Juq. I am fo; I do love it better than laughing. Rof. Thofe, that are in extremity of either, are abominable fellows; and betray themfelves to every modern cenfure, worse than drunkards. Jaq. Why, 'tis good to be fad and fay nothing. Ref. Why then, 'tis good to be a post. fuq. I have neither the fcholar's melancholy, which is emulation; nor the mufician's, which is fantartical; nor the courtier's, which is proud; Rof. And your experience makes you fad : I

Faq. Yes, I have gain'd my experience.
Enter Orlando.