Clo. For my part I had rather bear with you, than bear you; yet I fhould bear no croís, if I did bear you; for I think you have no money in your purse.

Rof. Well, this is the foreft of Arden.

Clo. Aye; now I am in Arden, the more fool I; when I was at home, I was in a better place; but travellers muft be content.

Rof. Aye, be fo, good Mr. Touchstone: look you, who comes here; a young man and old in folemn talk.

Enter CORIN and SILVIUS.

Cor. That is the way to make her fcorn you ftill.
Sil. O Corin, that thou knew'ft how I do love her!
Cor. I partly guess; for I have lov'd ere now.
Sil. No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess,
Tho' in thy youth thou waft as true a lover,
As ever figh'd upon a midnight pillow;
But if thy love were ever like to mine,
(As, fure, I think, did never man love fo)
How many actions moft ridiculous
Haft thou been drawn to by thy fantasy ?

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

Or if thou haft not fate as I do now
Wearying the hearer in thy mistress praife.
Thou haft not lov'd.

Or if thou haft not broke from company,
Abruptly as my paffion now makes me ;
Thou haft not lov'd.

O Phebe! Phebe! Phebe !

[Exit SIL. Rof. Alas, poor Shepherd! fearching of thy wound,

I have by hard adventure found my own.

Clo. And I mine; I remember when I was in love, I broke my fword upon a ftone, and bid him take that for coming a nights to Jane Smile; and I remember the kiffing of her batlet, and the cow's dugs that her pretty chopt 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, faid with weeping tears, wear thefe

for

for my fake. We, that are true lovers, run into ftrange but as all is mortal in nature, fo is all nature in capers; love mortal in folly.

Rof. Thou speak'ft wifer, than thou art 'ware of. Clo. Nay, I fhall ne'er beware of mine own wit, till I break my thins against it.

Rof. Jove! Jove! this Shepherd's paffion is much upon my fashion.

Clo. And mine; but it grows fomething ftale with me.
Cel. I pray you, one of you question yond man,

If he for gold will give us any food;

I faint almoft to death.

Clo. Holla; you, Clown!

Rof. Peace, fool; he's not thy kinfman.
Cor. Who calls?

Clo. Your Betters, Sir.

Cor. Elfe they are very wretched.

Rof. Peace, I fay; good even to you, friend.
Cor. And to you, gentle Sir, and to you all.
Rof. I pr'ythee, fhepherd, if that love or gold
Can in this defert place buy entertainment,
Bring us where we may rest ourselves, and feed ;
Here's a young maid with travel much opprefs'd,
And faints for fuccour.

Cor. Fair Sir, I pity her,

And wifh for her fake, more than for mine own,

My fortunes were more able to relieve her;

But I am a Shepherd to another man,

And do not fheer the fleeces that I graze;

My mafter is of churlish difpofition,

And little wreaks to find the way to heav'n

By doing deeds of hospitality:

Befides, his Coate, his flocks, and bounds of feed
Are now on fale, and at our fheep-coate now,
By reason of his abfence, there is nothing
That will feed on; but what is, come fee:
you

And in my voice moft welcome fhall you be.

Rof. What is he, that shall buy his flock and pasture? Cor. That young fwain, that you faw here but ere while, That little cares for buying any thing.

Rof. I pray thee, if it ftand with honefty,

Buy thou the cottage, pafture and the flock,
And thou fhalt have to pay for it of us.

Cel

Cel. And we will mend thy wages.
I like this place, and willingly could waste
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 feader be;

And buy it with your gold right fuddenly.

[Exeunt.

SCENE changes to a defert Part of the FOREST.

Enter AMIENS, JAQUES, and others.

SONG.

Ami. Under the green-wood tree,

Who loves to lie with me,

And tune his merry note,

Unto the fweet bird's throat,

Come hither, come hither, come hither:

Here fhall he fee

No enemy,

But winter and rough weather.

Faq. 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, İ 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, come, another ftanza;-call you 'em stanzas? Ami. What you will, Monfieur Jaques

Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names, they owe me nothing.- Will you fing?

Ami. More at your request, than to please myself.

Jaq. 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.

D

Ami.

Ami. Well, I'll end the fong, Sirs; cover'the while; the Duke will dine 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 heav'n thanks, and make no boast of them. Come, warble, come.

SONG.

Who doth ambition fhun,
And loves to lie i' th' fun,
Seeking the food he eats,

And pleas'd with what he gets;

Come hither, come hither, come hither;

Here fhall he fee

No enemy,

But winter and rough weather.

Jaq. I'll give you a verfe to this note, that I made yefter

day in defpite of my invention.

Ami. And I'll fing it.

Jaq. Thus it goes.

If it do come to pass,

That any man turn afs;
Leaving his wealth and eafe
A ftubborn will to pleafe,

Duc ad me, due ad me, duc ad me;

Here Shall he fee

Grofs fools as he,

An' if he will come to me.

Ami. What's that duc ad me?

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

Ami. And I'll go feek the Duke: his banquet is pre[Exeunt feverally.

par'd.

Enter ORLANDO and ADAM.

Adam. Dear mafter, I can go no further; O, I die for food! here lie I down, and meafure out my grave. Fare,wel, kind mafter.

A

Orla.

Orla. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee? live a little; comfort a little; cheer thy felf a little. If this uncouth foreft yield any thing 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 comforta ble, hold death awhile at the arm's end: I will be here with, thee presently, 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't cheerly; and I'll be with thee quickly; yet thou lieft in the bleak air. Come, I will bear thee to fome thelter, and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this defert. Cheerly, good Adam! [Exeunt.

Enter DUKE Sen, and Lords.

[A table fet out.

Duke Sen. I think, he is transform'd into a beast, 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.

hence:

Duke Sen. If he, compact of jars, grow mufical,
We fhall have shortly difcord in the fpheres.
Go, feek him; tell him, I would fpeak with him.

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 muft woo your company?

What! you look merrily!

Jaq. A fool, a fool!

I met a fool i'th' foreft,

A motley fool;-a miferable world!

As I 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,'

In good fet terms, and yet a motley fool.
Good-morrow fool, quoth I; No, Sir, quoth he,
Call me not fool, 'till heaven hath sent me fortune;
And then he drew a dial from his poak,

And looking on it with lack-luftre eye,

Says very wifely, it is ten o'clock:

Thus may we fee, quoth he, how the world wags:

'Tis