Or, if thou can'ft not, oh, for fhame, for fhame, Now fhew the wound mine eyes have made in thee: a Thy palm fome moment keeps: but now mine Nor, I am fure, there is no force in eyes Sil. O dear Phebe, If ever (as that ever may be near) b eyes, You meet in fome fresh cheek the power of fancy, Then fhall you know the wounds invisible That love's keen arrows make. Phe. But, 'till that time, Come not thou near me: and, when that time comes, As, 'till that time, I fhall not pity thee. с Rof. And why, I pray you? Who might be your mother, That you infult, exult, and all at once, Over the wretched? What though you have no beauty, (As, by my faith, I fee no more in you Than without candle may go dark to bed) Why, what means this? Why do you look on me? Of nature's fale-work :-Od's, my little life! a capable impreffure]-hollow mark, dint. b of fancy,]-of pleasing. Who might be your mother,]-What tigrefs nurfed thee? in the ordinary of nature's fale-work :]-common course of nature's productions. f Od's,]-God fave. I think, I think, the means to tangle mine eyes too:- Phe. Sweet youth, I pray you chide a year together; I had rather hear you chide, than this man woo. Rof. He's fallen in love with her "foulness, and she'll fall in love with my anger :-If it be so, as fast as she answers 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. Rof. 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 house, 'Tis at the tuft of olives, here hard by :— Foul is most foul, being foul to be a fcoffer.]-For an ill-favoured perfon to ridicule the defects of others adds deformity to native homelinefs. h foulness,-threwishness. Will you go, fifter?-Shepherd, ply her hard :- Come, to our flock. [Exeunt Rof. Cel. and Corin. Phe. Dead fhepherd, now I find 'thy faw of might; "Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first fight?" If Sil. Sweet Phebe ! Phe. Hah! what fay'ft thou, Silvius? Sil. Sweet Phebe, pity me. Phe. Why, I am forry for thee, gentle Silvius. you do forrow at my grief in love, By giving love, your forrow and my grief Were both extermin'd. Phe. Thou haft my love; Is not that neighbourly Phe. Why, that were covetousness. Silvius, the time was, that I hated thee; And yet Than thine own gladnefs that thou art employ'd 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 i could fee,]-fhould see you. abus'd in fight]-as to efteem you handsome. thy faw of might ;]-thy faying true-The line following is quoted from England's Parnafus, and attributed to Ch. Marlowe. A fcatter'd A fcatter'd fmile, and that I'll live upon. Phe. Know'st thou the youth that spoke to me erewhile? And he hath bought the cottage, and the bounds, Phe. Think not I love him, though I ask for him; But, fure, he's proud; and yet his pride becomes him : He is not very tall; yet for his years he's tall : There was a pretty redness in his lip; Than that mix'd in his cheek; 'twas just the difference There be fome women, Silvius, had they mark'd him I love him not, nor hate him not; and yet I have more cause to hate him than to love him: For what had he to do to chide at me? He said, mine eyes were black, and my hair black, I marvel, why I anfwer'd not again : carlot]-churl. conftant]-deep, full. Phe. Phe. I'll write it straight; The matter's in my head, and in my heart: I will be bitter with him, and paffing short: [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I. Enter Rofalind, Celia, and Jaques. Faq. I pr'ythee, pretty youth, let me be better acquainted with thee. Rof. They fay, you are a melancholy fellow. Jaq. I am fo; I do love it better than laughing. Rof. Thofe, that are in extremity of either, are abominable fellows and betray themselves to every modern cenfure, worse than drunkards. Jaq. Why, 'tis good to be fad and fay nothing. Jaq. I have neither the fcholar's melancholy, which is emulation; nor the musician's, which is fantastical; nor the courtier's, which is proud; 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 these : 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 moit humourous fadnefs. . Rof. A traveller! By my faith, you have great reason to be fad I fear, you have fold your own lands, to fee other • modern]-common, ordinary. men's ; |