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For his shrunk shanks; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ;
Sans teeth, fans eyes, fans taste, sans every thing.


Enter Orlando, with Adam.
Duke Sen. Welcome : set down your venerable burden,
And let him feed.

Orla. I thank you most for him.

Adam. So had you need,
I scarce can speak to thank you for myself.

Duke Sen. Welcome, fall to : I will not trouble you,
As yet to question you about your

Give us some musick, and, good cousin, sing.

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not to unkind

As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Thou causeft not that teen,

Although thy breath rude.
Heigh bo, fing heigh ho, unto the green holly;
Moj friendship is feigning; most loving mere folly :

Then heigh bo, the holly,

This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh

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Vol. II.



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Duke Sen. If that you were the good sir Rowland's fon,
As you have whisper'd faithfully you were,
And as mine eye doth his effigies witness,
Most truly limn’d, and living in your face,
Be truly welcome hither : i'm the duke
That lov’d your father : the residue of your

Go to my cave and tell me. Good old man,
Thou art right welcome, as thy master is;
Support him by the arm: give me your hand,
And let me all your fortunes understand.






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Enter Duke, Lords, and Oliver.

The Palace.

OT fee him since ? fir, fir, that cannot be:

But were I not the better part made mercy,
s should not seek an absent 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 twelvemonth, or turn thou no more
To seek a living in our territory.
Thy lands, and all things that thou doft call thine,
Worth seizure, do we seize into our hands,
Till thou canst quit thee by thy brother's mouth


Of what we think against thee.

Oli. O, that your highness knew my heart in this !
I never lov'd

my brother in my life.
Duke. More villain thou. Well, push him out of doors ;
And let my officers of such a nature
Make an extent upon his house, and lands :
Do this expediently, and turn him going.



The Forest.

Orla. H

Enter Orlando.
Orla. ANG there, my verse, in witness of my love;

And, thou, thrice crowned queen of night, survey With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above,

Thy huntress' name that my full life doth sway. O Rosalind, these trees shall be my books,

And in their barks my thoughts I'll character ;
That every eye, which in this forest looks,

Shall see thy virtue witness’d every where.
Run, run, Orlando, carve on every tree
The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she.


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Enter Corin, and Clown. Cor. And how like you this shepherd's life, Mr. Touchstone ? Clo

. Truly, fhepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, it is naught: in respect that it is solitary, I like it very well; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious. As it is a spare life, look you, it fits my humour well; but as there

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is no more plenty in it, it goes much against my stomach. Haft any philosophy in thee, shepherd ?

Cor. No more, but that I know the more one fickens, the worse at ease he is : and that he that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends: that the property of rain is to wet, and fire to burn: that good pasture makes fat sheep; and that a great cause of the night, is lack of the sun : that he that hath learned no wit by nature nor art, may complain of bad breeding, and comes of a very dull kindred.

Clo. Such a one is a natural philosopher. Waft ever in court, shepherd ?

Cor. No, truly
Clo. Then thou art damn'd.
Cor. Nay, I hope —
Clo. Truly, thou art damn'd, like an ill-roasted egg, all on

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Cor. For not being at court? your reason.

Clo. Why, if thou never wast at court, thou never saw'st good manners; if thou never saw'st good manners, then thy manners must be wicked; and wickedness is sin, and fin is damnation: thou art in a parlous state, shepherd.

Cor. Not a whit, Touchstone : those that are good manners at the court, are as ridiculous in the country, as the behaviour of the country is most mockable at the court. You told me, you salute not at the court, but you


hands; that courtesy would be uncleanly, if courtiers were shepherds.

Clo. Instance, briefly; come, instance.

Cor. Why, we are still handling our ewes; and their fells, you know, are greasy.

Clo. Why, do not your courtiers hands sweat? and is not the grease of mutton as wholsome as the sweat of a man? shallow, thallow; a better instance, I say: come.

Cor. Besides, our hands are hard.

Clo. Your lips will feel them the sooner. Shallow again : a founder instance; come. Cor. And they are often tarr'd over with the surgery of our


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sheep; and would you have us kiss tar? the courtier's hands are perfumed with civet.

Clo. Most shallow man! thou worms-meat, in respect of a good piece of flesh indeed! learn of the wise, and perpend: civet is of a baser birth than tar; the very uncleanly Aux of a cat. Mend the instance, shepherd.

Cor. You have too courtly a wit for me; I'll rest.

Clo. Wilt thou rest damn'd? god help thee, shallow man ! god make incision in thee! thou art raw.

Cor. Sir, I am a true labourer ; I earn that I eat, get that I wear; owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness; glad of other men's good, content with my harm; and the greatest of my pride is, to see my ewes graze, and


lambs fuck. Clo. That is another simple lin in you, to bring the ewes and the rams together, and to offer to get your living by the copulation of cattle; to be a bawd to a bell-weather, and to betray a she-lamb of a twelvemonth old to a crooked-pated old cuckoldly ram, out of all reasonable match. If thou be'st not damn’d for this, the devil himself will have no shepherds; I cannot see else how thou should'st 'scape.

Cor. Here comes young Mr. Ganimed, my new mistress’s brother.

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