DUKE.

NOT fee him fince-Sir, Sir, that cannot be

But were I not the better part made mercy,

I should not feek an absent argument

Of my revenge, thee present: 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 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 can quit thee by thy brother's mouth,
Of what we think against thee.

OLI. Oh, that your highness knew my heart in this:
I never lov'd my brother in my life.

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DUKE. More villain thou. Well-Push him out of doors; And let my officers of fuch a nature

Make an extent upon his house and lands:

Do this expediently, and turn him going.

SCENE II. Changes to the Forest.

Enter Orlando.

[Exeunt.

ORLA. Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love;
And thou, thrice-crowned queen of night, survey,

With thy chafte eye, from thy pale sphere above,
Thy huntress' name that my full life doth fway.
O Rofalind! these trees fhall be my books,
And in their barks my thoughts I'll character;
VOL. I.
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That every eye, which in this foreft looks,
Shall fee thy virtue witness'd every where.
Run, run, Orlando, carve on every tree,
The fair, the chaste, and unexpreffive she.

SCENE III.

Enter Corin and Clown.

[Exit.

COR. And how like you this fhepherd's life, Mr. Touchftone ?

CLO. Truly, fhepherd, in refpect of itself, it is a good life; but in refpect, that it is a shepherd's life, it is naught. In respect that it is folitary, 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 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 philosophy in thee, fhepherd?

COR. No more, but that I know, the more one fickens, the worfe at eafe 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 pafture makes fat sheep; and that a great cause of the night is lack of the fun that he, that hath learned no wit by nature nor art, may complain of good breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred.

CLO. Such a one is a natural philofopher. Wat ever in court, fhepherd ?

COR. No, truly.

CLO. Then thou art damn'd.

COR. Nay, I hope·

CLO. Truly, thou art damn'd, like an ill-roasted egg, ali

on one fide.

COR. For not being at court? your reason.

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

COR. Not a whit, Touchstone: thofe, that are good man. ners at the court, are as ridiculous in the country, as the behaviour of the country is moft mockable at the court. You told me, you falute not at the court, but you kiss your hands; that courtesy would be uncleanly, if courtiers were fhepherds.

CLO. Inftance, briefly; come, instance.

COR. Why, we are still handling our ewes; and their fels, you know, are greasy.

CLO. Why, do not your courtiers' hands fweat? and is not the grease of a mutton as wholesome at the sweat of a man? fhallow, fhallow!-a better inftance, I fay come.

COR. Befides, our hands are hard.

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

COR. And they are often tarr'd over with the furgery of our sheep; and would you have us kifs tar? the courtier's hands are perfum'd with civet.

CLO. 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 baser birth than tarr ; the very udcleanly flux of a cat. Mend the instance, shepherd.

COR. You have too courtly a wit for me, I'll rest. CLO. Wilt thou reft damn'd; God help thee, fhallow man; God make incifion 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 any 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 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 fhe-lamb of a twelve-month to a crookedpated 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 see elfe how thou shouldst 'scape. COR. Here comes young Mr. Ganimed, my new mistress's brother.

SCENE IV.

Enter Rofalind, with a paper.

Ros. From the east to western Inde,
No jewel is like Rofalind,

Her worth being mounted on the wind,
Through all the world bears Rofalind.
All the pictures, fairest limn'd,

Are but black to Rofalind.

Let no face be kept in mind,

But the face of Rofalind.

CLO. I'll rhime you fo, eight years together; dinners, and suppers, and fleeping hours excepted: it is the right -butter-woman's rate to market.

Ros. Out, fool!

CLO. For a taste.

If a hart doth 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, must sheaf and bind;
Then to cart with Rofalind.

Sweetest nut hath fowreft rind,

Such a nut is Rofalind.

He that sweetest rese will find,

Muft find love's prick, and Rosalind.

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

Ros. Peace, you dull fool, I found them on a tree.

CLO Truly the tree yields bad fruit.

Ros. I'll graff it with you, and then I fhall graff it with a medler; then it will be the earliest fruit i' th' country; for you will be rotten ere you be half ripe, and that's the right virtue of the medler.

CLO. You have faid; but whether wifely or no, let the Forester judge.

SCENE V.

Enter Celia, with a writing.

Ros. Peace, here comes my fifter reading; stand afide. CLE. Why fhould this a defert be,

For it is unpeopled? No;

Tongues I'll hang on every trée,

That shall civil sayings show.
Some, how brief the life of man
Runs his erring pilgrimage;
That the stretching of a span
Buckles in his fum of age;