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Orl. What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my
Adam. But do not so: I have five hundred crowns,
Orl. O good old man; how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat, but for promotion; And having that, do choke their service up Even with the having :4 it is not so with thee. But, poor old man, thou prun'st a rotten tree,
i diverted-] turned out of the course of nature.
4 Eren with the having :) Even with the promotion gained by service is service extinguished. JOInson.
That cannot so much as a blossom yield,
Adam. Master, go on; and I will follow thee,
Enter ROSALIND in boy's clothes, Celia drest like
a Shepherdess, and TOUCHSTONE. Ros. O Jupiter! how weary are my spirits!
Touch. I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary.
Ros. I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel, and to cry like a woman: but I must comfort the weaker ressel, as doublet and hose ought to show itself courageous to petticoat: therefore, courage, good Aliena.
Cel. I pray you, bear with me; I cannot go no further.
Touch. For my part, I had rather bear with you, than bear you: yet I should bear no cross, if I did
n o cross,] A cross was a piece of money stamped with a On this our author is perpetually quibbling.
bear you; for, I think, you have no money in your purse.
Ros. Well, this is the forest of Arden.
Touch. Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I; when I was at home, I was in a better place; but travellers must be content.
Ros. Ay, be so, good Touchstone:-Look you, who comes here; a young man, and an old, in solemn talk.
Enter CoRin and Silvius.
Sil. No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess; Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover As ever sigh'd upon a midnight pillow: But if thy love were ever like to mine, (As sure I think did never man love so,) How many actions most ridiculous Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?
Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
Sil. O, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily:
[Exit SILVIUS. Ros. Alas, poor shepherd! searching of thy
wound, I have by hard adventure found mine own.
Touch. And I mine: I remember, when I was in love, I broke my sword upon a stone, and bid him take that for coming anightTM 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.8
Ros. Thou speak'st wiser, than thou art 'ware of.
Touch. Nay, I shall ne'er be 'ware of mine own wit, till I break my shins against it.. Ros. Jove! Jove! this shepherd's passion
- Is much upon my fashion. Touch. And mine; but it grows something stale
Touch. Holla; you, clown!
Peace, fool; he's not thy kinsman.
Peace, I say:
0- anight-] Thus the old copy. Anight, is in the night. The word is used by Chaucer, in The Legende of good Women. Our modern editors read, o'nights, or o'night.
i batlet,] The instrument with which washers beat their coarse clothes. JOHNSON.
8 so is all nature in love mortal in folly.] This expression I do not well understand. In the middle counties, mortal, from mort, a great quantity, is used as a particle of amplification; as mortal tall, mortal little. Of this sense I believe Shakspeare takes advantage to produce one of his darling equivocations. Thus the meaning will be, so is all nuture in love abounding in folly.
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 oppressid, 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,
By reason of his absence, there is nothing
pasture? Cor. That young swain that you saw here but
erewhile, 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. 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,
9 And little recks--] i. e. heeds, cares for. "And in my voice -] as far as I have a voice or vote.