How many actions most ridiculous
Hait thou been drawn to by thy fantafy?

Car. Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
Sil. O, thou didst then ne'er love fo heartily:
If thou remember'ft not the flighteft folly
That ever love did make thee run into,
Thou haft not lov'd:

Or if thou hast not fat as I do now,
Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress' praise,
Thou haft not lov'd:

Or if thou haft not broke from company,
Abruptly, as my paffion now makes me,
Thou halt not lov'd:-O Phebe, Phebe, Phebe !
[Exit Silvias.
Rf. Alas, poor thepherd! searching of thy wound,
I have by hard adventure found mine own.

C. And I mine: I remember, when I was in love, I broke my fword upon a stone, and bid him take that for coming o' nights to Jane Smile: and I remember the kiffing of her battlet, and the cow dugs that her pretty chopp'd hands had mik'd: and I remember the wooing of a peafcod instead of her; from whom I took two cods 2, and, giving her them again, faid with weeping tears, Hear those for my fake. We, that are true lovers, run into itrange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, fo is all nature in love mortal 3 in folly. R. Thou speak'ft wifer, than thou art 'ware of. Cla. Nay, I fhall ne'er be aware of mine own wit, till I break my thins against it.

Rg. Jove! Jove! this thepherd's paffion is much upon my fashion.

Ch. And mine; but it grows formething ftale with me.

Cl. I pray you, one of you queftion yon man, If he for gold will give us any food;

I faint almost to death.

C. Hoila; you, clown!

Ref. Peace, fool; he's not thy kinsman.
Car. Who calls?

Ch. Your betters, fir.

Cor. Elfe they are very wretched.

R. Peace, I fay:-Good even to you, friend.

By reafon of his abfence, there is nothing
That you will feed on; but what is, come fee,
And in my voice moft welcome shall
you be.
Rof. What is he, that thall buy his flock and
paíture?

Cor. That young fwain, that you faw here but
erewhile,

That little cares for buying any thing.

Rof. I pray thee, if it itand with honesty,
Buy thou the cottage, pafture, and the flock,
And thou shalt have to pay for it of us.

Gel. And we will mend thy wages: I like this place,
And willingly could waite my time in it.

Cor. Affuredly, the thing is to be fold:
Go with me; if you like, upon report,
The foil, the profit, and this kind of life,
I will your very faithful feeder be,
And buy it with your gold right suddenly. [Exeunt.
SCENE V.

Enter Amiens, Jaques, and others.

No enemy,

But winter and rough weather.

Jaq. More, more, I pr'ythee, more.
Ami. It will make you melancholy, monfieur
Jaques.

faq. I thank it. More, I pr'ythee, more. I can fuck melancholy out of a fong, as a weazel fucks eggs: More, I pr'ythee, more.

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

Jaq. I do not defire you to please me, I do defire you to fing: Come, more; another ftanza; Call you 'em ftanzas ?

Ami. What you will, monfieur Jaques.

Cer. And to you, gentle fir, and to you all.
Ref. I pr'ythee, fhepherd, if that love, or gold,me nothing: Will you fing?
Can in this defert place buy entertainment,
Bring us where we may reft ourselves, and feed:
Here's a young maid with travel much opprefs'd,
And faints for fuccour.

Jag. Nay, I care not for their naines; they owe

Cor. Fair fir, I pity her,

And with for her fake, more than for mine own,
My fortunes were more able to relieve her:

But I am shepherd to another man,
And do not fheer the fleeces that I graze;
My mafter is of churlish difpofition,

And little recks to find the way to heaven
By doing deeds of hospitality:

Befides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed
Are now on fale; and at our sheep-cote now,

Ami. More at your request, than to please myself. faq. 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, fing; and you that will not, hold your tongues.

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

Jaq. And I have been all this day to avoid him. He is too difputable for my company: I think of as many matters as he; but I give heaven

1 An inftrument with which wafher-women beat their coarse cloaths. 2 Peafoods is a term fill in ufe in Staffordshire for peas as they are brought to market. 3 That is, abundant in folly, In tome counties, mortal, from mort, a great quantity, is ftill used as a particle of amplification; as mortal tall, mortal little.

thanke

thanks, and make no boaft of them. Came, warble,

come.

Who doth ambition fhun, [All together bere.
And loves to live i the fun,
Seeking the food he eats,

And pleas'd with what he gets,

Come hither, come bithor, come hither;
Here fhall be fee

No enemy,

Eut winter and rough weather.

Enter Jaques.

1 Lord. He faves my labour by his own approach.
Duke Sen. Why, how now, monfieur! what a
life is this,

That your poor friends must woo your company?
What! you look merrily.

Jag. A fool, a fool !

I met a fool i' the forest,

A motley 4 fool,-a miferable world!-
As do live by food, I met a fool;

Who laid him down, and bafk'd him in the fun,
And rail'd on lady Fortune in good terms,

faq. I'll give you a verse to this note, that I made In good fet terms, and yet a motley fool. yesterday in defpight of my invention.

Ani. And I'll fing it.

Jaq. Thus it goes:

If it do came to pass,

That any man turn afs,

Leaving his wealth and eafe,

Aftubborn will to pleafe,

Duc ad duc ad

me,

me,

dic ad me;

Here frall be fee

Grofs feels as bi,

An if he will come to me.
Ami. What's that due ad me?

a

faq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into circle. I'll go fleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail against all the first-born of Egypt 2.

Ani. And I'll go feek the duke; his banquet prepar'd. [Exeunt feverally.

SCENE

VI.

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

[he,

"Good-morrow, fool,” quoth I: "No, fir," quoth
"Call me not fool,till heaven hath fent me fortune:"
And then he drew a dial from his poke;
And looking on it with lack-lustre eye,
Says, very wifely, "It is ten a-clock:
"Thus may we fee," quoth he, "how the world

Tis but an hour ago, fince it was nine; [wags ;
"And after one hour more, 'twill be eleven ;
"And fo, from hour to hour, we ripe, and ripe,
"And then, from hour to hour, we rot, and rot,
"And thereby hangs a tale." When I did hear
My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,
The motley fool thus moral on the time,
That fools fhould be fo deep contemplative;
And I did laugh, fans intermiffion,
An hour by his dial.-O noble fool!
A worthy fool! Motley's the only wear.
Duke Sen. What fool is this?

Orla. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee? Live a little; comfort a little; cheer thy-In mangled forms :-O, that I were a fool ! After a voyage,--he hath strange places cramm'd feif a little: If this uncouth foreft yield any thing am anbitious for a motley coat. With obfervation, the which he vents favage, I will either be food for it, or bring it for food to thee. Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers. For my fake be comfortable; hold death a while at the arm's end: I will be here with thee prefently; and if I bring thee not fomething to eat, I'll give thee leave to die: but if thou dieft before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well faid! thou look'it cheerly: and I'll be with thee quickly. Yet thou lieft in the bleak air: Come, I will bear thee to fome fholter; and thou fhalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this defert. Cheerly, good Adam! [Exeunt.

SCENE VII.

Another part of the Foreft.
Enter Duke Senior and lords.
Duke Sen. I think he is transform'd into a beaft;
table fet out.
For I can no where find him like a man.

1 Lord. My lord, he is but even now gone
Here was he merry, hearing of a fong.
Duke Sen. If he, compact of jars 3, grow mufical,
[hence;
We shall have shortly difcord in the spheres :--
Go, feck him; tell him, I would fpeak with him.

Provided, that you weed your better judgements
Of all opinion that grows rank in them,
That I am wife. I must have liberty
Withal, as large a charter as the wind,
To blow on whom I pleafe; for fo fools have:
And they that are most gauled with my folly, [fo >
They most must laugh: And why, fir, muft they
He, that a fool doth very wifely hit,
Doth very foolishly, although he fmart,
The why is plain as way to parish church:

Not to feem fenfelefs of the bob: if not,
The wife man's folly is anatomiz'd
Inveft me in my motley; give me leave
Even by the fquandring glances of the fool.
Cleanfe the foul body of the infected world,
To fpeak my mind, and I will through and through
If they will patiently receive my medicine.
Dake Sen. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst
Faq. What, for a counter, would I do, but good ≥
Duke Sen. Moft mifchievous foul fin, in chiding fu;

[do.

1 That is, bring him to me; alluding to the burthen of Amiens's fong: Come hither, come hither, come ither. 2 A proverbial expreffion for high-born perfons. i. e. made up of difcords. 4 i. e. parti-coloured fool, alluding to his coat. si. e. petition.

For

Duke Jez. What would you have? Your gentle-His youthful hofe well fav'd, a world too wide

Nurture means education, i. e. at your own command. 3 i. e. trite, common inftances, accord. ing to Mr. Steevens,

Heigh bo! fing, beigh ho! unto the green bolly:
Mof friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, beigh bo, the bolly!
This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter fky,
That doft not bite fo nigh

As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp',
Thy fling is not fo sharp
As friend remember'd not.

Heigh ho! fing, &c.

Duke Sen. If that you were the good fir Row-
land's fon,-

As you have whifpered faithfully, you were;
And as mine eye doth his effigies witness
Moft truly limn'd and living in your face,-
Be truly welcome hither: I am the duke,
That lov'd your father: The refidue of your fortune,
Go to my cave and tell me.-Good old man,
Thou art right welcome, as thy matter is:-
Support him by the arm.-Give me your hand,
And let me all your fortunes understand. [Exeunt.

Duke.

ACT

SCENE I.

The Palace.

Enter Duke, Lords, and Oliver.

OT fee him fince? Sir, fir, that
cannot be :

NOT

But were I not the better part made mercy,
I fhould not feek an abfent argument
Of my revenge, thou prefent: But look to it:
Find out thy brother, wherefoe'er he is;
Seek him with candle: bring him dead or living,
Within this twel emonth, or turn thou no more
To feek a living in our territory.

Thy lands, and all things that thou doft call thine,
Worth feizure, do we feize into our hands;
'Till thou canft quit thee by thy brother's mouth,
Of what we think against thee.

III.

Cor. And how like you this thepherd's life, mafter Touchitone?

Clo. Truly, shepherd, in refpect of itself, it is a good life; but in refpect that it is a fhepherd's life, it is naught. In refpect that it is folitary, I like it very well; but in refpect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now in refpect it is in the fields, it pleafeth me well; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious. As it is a fpare life, look you, it fits my humour well; but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much against my stomach. Haft any philofophy in thee, thepherd ? Cor. No more, but that I know, the more one

Oli. Oh, that your highnafs knew my heart in fickens, the worfe at eafe he is; and that he that

this:

I never lov'd my brother in my life.

wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends:-That the property of rain is to wet,

Duke. More villain thou.-Well, push him out and fire to burn :-That good pafture makes fat

Orla. Hang there, my verfe, in witnefs of my egg, all on one fide.

love:

And thou, thrice-crowned queen of night, furvey
With thy chafte eye, from thy pale sphere above,
Thy huntress' name, that my full life doth fway.
O Rofalind! thefe trees fhall be my books,

And in their barks my thoughts I'll character;
That every eye, which in this forest looks,
Shall fee thy virtue witnefs'd every where.

Cor. For not being at court? Your reafon.

Clo. Why, if thou never waft at court, thou never faw'ft good manners; if thou never faw'st good manners, then thy manners must be wicked; and wickedness is fin, and fin is damnation: Thou art in a parlous 5 ftate, fhepherd.

Cor. Not a whit, Touchitone: thofe, that are good manners at the court, are as ridiculous in the

I i. e. turn, or change them from their natural state. 2 To make an extent of lands, is a legal phrafe, from the words of a writ (extendi facias) whereby the fheriff is directed to cause certain lands to be appraised to their full extended value, before he delivers them to the perfon entitled under a recognizance, &c. 3 i. e. cxpeditioufly. 4 inexpreflible. 5 perilous.

country's

country, as the behaviour of the country is most mockable at the court. You told me, you falute not at the court, but you kifs your hands; that courtely would be uncleanly, if courtiers were hepherds.

Cto. Inftance, briefly; come, inftance.

Cor. Why, we are ftill handling our ewes; and their fells you know are greafy.

Clo. Why, do not your courtiers' hands sweat ? and is not the greafe of a mutton as wholefome as the fweat of a man? Shallow, fhallow: A better itance, I fay; come.

Car. Befides, our hands are hard.

C. Your lips will feel them the fooner. Shallow again: A more founder inftance, come.

Cer. And they are often tarr'd over with the fargery of our sheep; And would you have us kiis tur? The courtier's hands are perfumed with ci

vet.

Cla. Moft fhallow man! Thou worms-meat, in refpect of a good piece of flesh :-indeed!--Learn of the wife, and perpend: Civet is of a bafer birth Mend than tar; the very uncleanly flux of a cat. the inftance, fhepherd.

Cor. You have too courtly a wit for me: I'll reft.

Cl. Wilt thou reft damn'd? God help thee, fhallow man! God make incifion in thee I thou

art raw.

Car. Sir, I am a true labourer; I earn that I

dinners, and fuppers, and fleeping hours excepted:
it is the right butter-woman's rate to market.
Rof. Out, fool!

Clo. For a tafte :

"If a hart do lack a hind,
"Let him feek out Rofalind.
"If the cat will after kind,
"So, be fure, will Rofalind.
"Winter-garments must be lin'd,
"So muft flender Rofalind.
"They that reap, muft fheaf and bind
"Then to cart with Rofalind.
"Sweetest nut hath foureft rind,
"Such a nut is Rofalind.

"He that sweetest rofe will find,

"Muft find love's prick, and Rofalind."

This is the very falfe gallop of verfes; Why do you infect yourself with them?

Rof. Peace, you dull fool; I found them on a

tree.

Clo. Truly, the tree yields bad fruit.

Ref. I'll graff it with you, and then I fhall graff it with a medlar: then it will be the earlieft fruit i' the country; for you'll be rotten ere you be half ripe, and that's the right virtue of the mediar. Clo. You have faid; but whether wifely or no, let the foreft judge.

Enter Celia, with a writing.

Rof. Peace!

eat, get that I wear; owe no man hate; envy no] Here comes my fifter, reading; ftand afide.

man's happiness; glad of other men's good, content with my harm: and the greatest of my pride is, to fee my ewes graze, and my lambs fuck.

Clo. That is another fimple fin in you; to bring the ewes and rams together, and to offer to get your living by the copulation of cattle: to be bawd to a bell-wether; and to betray a the-lamb of a twelvemonth to a crooked-pated, old, cuckoldly ram, out of all reasonable match. If thou be'ft not damn'd for this, the devil himself will have no fhepherds; I cannot fee elfe how thou fhouldft| 'ícape.

Cor. Here comes young Mr. Ganimed, my new miftrefs's brother.

Enter Rofalind with a paper. Ref." From the east to western Ind,

"No jewel is like Rofalind.

"Her worth, being mounted on the wind,
"Through all the world bears Rosalind.
"All the pictures, fairest limn'd,
"Are but black to Rofalind.

"Let no face be kept in mind,

"But the fair 2 of Rofalind.

Clo. I'll rhime you fo, eight years together;

Cel. "Why fhould this defert filent be?
"For it is unpeopled? No;
"Tongues I'll hang on every tree,

"That fhall civil 3 favings show.
"Some, how brief the life of man

"Runs his erring pilgrimage;
"That the ftretching of a span
"Buckles in his fum of age.
"Some, of violated vows

""Twixt the fouls of friend and friend: "But upon the faireft boughs,

"Or at every fentence' end,
"Will I Rofalinda write;

"Teaching all that read, to know
"This quinteffence of every sprite
"Heaven would in little fhow.
"Therefore heaven nature charg'd
"That one body fhould be fill'd
"With all graces wide enlarg'd:
"Nature prefently diftill'd
"Helen's cheek, but not her heart;
"Cleopatra's majesty;
"Atalanta's better part 4;

"Sad 5 Lucretia's modefty.

I Dr. Warburton fays, To make incifion was a proverbial expreffion then in vogue for, to make to understand; while Mr. Steevens thinks, that it alludes to the common expreflion, of cutting fuch a one for the fimples. 2 Fair means beauty, complexion. 3 Civil is here ufed in the fame fenfe as when we 4 The commentators are much divided in their tay civil life, in oppofition to the ftate of nature.

opinions on our author's meaning in this line. Dr. Johnfon is of opinion, that Shakspeare feems here to have mistaken fome other character for that of Atalanta. Mr. Tollet thinks, the poet may perhaps mean her beauty, and graceful elegance of fhape, which he would prefer to her fwiftnefs; or that it may allude probably to her being a maiden; while Mr. Farmer supposes Atalanta's better part is her wit, i, e. the swiftness of her mind. 5 i. e. grave or fober.

"Thus