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Cel. Or rather, bottomless; that as fast as you pour
affection in, it runs out.

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Ros. No, that same wicked bastard of Venus that was
begot of thought, conceived of spleen, and born of mad-
ness, that blind rascally boy that abuses every one's eyes
because his own are out, let him be judge how deep I am
in love. I'll tell thee, Aliena, I cannot be out of the sight
of Orlando I'll go find a shadow and sigh till he come.
Cel. And I'll sleep.

SCENE II. The forest.

Enter JAQUES, Lords, and Foresters.

Jaq. Which is he that killed the deer?

A Lord. Sir, it was I.

195

[Exeunt.

Jaq. Let's present him to the Duke, like a Roman con-
queror; and it would do well to set the deer's horns upon
his head, for a branch of victory. Have you no song,
forester, for this purpose?

For. Yes, sir.

6

Jaq. Sing it: 'tis no matter how it be in tune, so it
make noise enough.

For.

SONG.

What shall he have that kill'd the deer?
His leather skin and horns to wear.

10

Then sing him home:

[The rest shall bear this burden.

189 it] in F1.

194 I'll tell] I tell Hudson (Edd. conj.).
195 Orlando] Orland F2.

196 sleep] go sleep Keightley.

SCENE II.] SCENE IV. Pope. Scene
continued in Theobald.
The forest.] The same. Capell.
Enter...] Rowe. Enter Jaques and
Lords, Forresters. Ff. Enter Jaques,

and Others, Foresters. Capell. En-
ter J. and Lords, in the habit of
foresters. Steevens.

2 A Lord.] Lord. Ff.

1 Lord. Malone.

1 F. Capell.

7 For.] Rowe. Lord. Ff. 2 F. Ca-
pell. 2 Lord. Malone.

10 SONG.] Musicke, Song. Ff.
12 Then sing him home] See note (x).

Take thou no scorn to wear the horn;
It was a crest ere thou wast born:
Thy father's father wore it,

And thy father bore it:

The horn, the horn, the lusty horn
Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.

15

[Exeunt.

Ros.

SCENE III. The forest.

Enter ROSALIND and CELIA.

How say you now? Is it not past two o'clock?

and here much Orlando!

Cel. I warrant you, with pure love and troubled brain, he hath ta'en his bow and arrows and is gone forth to sleep. Look, who comes here.

Enter SILVIUS.

Sil. My errand is to you, fair youth;
My gentle Phebe bid me give you this:
I know not the contents; but, as I guess
By the stern brow and waspish action
Which she did use as she was writing of it,

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wonder much Orlando is not here
Pope. and how much Orlando comes?
Capell. and here's much Orlando
Steevens. and here's no Orlando
Ritson conj. and here,-mute is
Orlando Jackson conj.

4 and is] and Collier, ed. 2 (Collier MS.). and's S. Walker conj. reading 3-5 as verse.

5, 6 Look...you,] One line, Abbott conj. 5 Enter...] Ff (after line 3). 7 bid] F2F3F4. did bid F1.

[gives a Letter. Capell. 8 know] F. knew FF3F4.

It bears an angry tenour: pardon me;

I am but as a guiltless messenger.

Ros. Patience herself would startle at this letter
And play the swaggerer; bear this, bear all:
She says I am not fair, that I lack manners;

She calls me proud, and that she could not love me,
Were man as rare as phoenix. 'Od's my will!
Her love is not the hare that I do hunt :

Why writes she so to me? Well, shepherd, well,
This is a letter of your own device.

Sil. No, I protest, I know not the contents:
Phebe did write it.

Ros.

Come, come, you are a fool, And turn'd into the extremity of love.

I saw her hand: she has a leathern hand,

A freestone-colour'd hand; I verily did think

That her old gloves were on, but 'twas her hands:
She has a huswife's hand; but that's no matter:
I say she never did invent this letter;

This is a man's invention and his hand.
Sil. Sure, it is hers.

Ros. Why, 'tis a boisterous and a cruel style,
A style for challengers; why, she defies me,
Like Turk to Christian: women's gentle brain
Could not drop forth such giant-rude invention,
Such Ethiope words, blacker in their effect
Than in their countenance.

Sil. So please you, for I

11 tenour] Theobald. tenure Ff. 13 (letter) Collier MS.

17 man] men So quoted by S. Walker

(Versification, p. 266).

18 do] F. did FF3F4.

22 Phebe did write it] Phebe did write it, with her own fair hand Mason

Will you hear the letter? never heard it yet;

conj.

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Come, come] Come Taylor conj. MS. 23 turn'd into] turned in Capell conj. turn'd so in Id. conj.

26 on] FF. one FF3.

33 women's] Ff. woman's Rowe.
34 giant-rude] Hyphened by Capell.

Yet heard too much of Phebe's cruelty.

Ros. She Phebes me: mark how the tyrant writes.

[Reads] Art thou god to shepherd turn'd,

That a maiden's heart hath burn'd?

Can a woman rail thus?

40

Sil. Call you this railing?

Ros. [reads]

Why, thy godhead laid apart,
Warr'st thou with a woman's heart?

45

Did you ever hear such railing?

Whiles the eye of man did woo me,
That could do no vengeance to me.

Meaning me a beast.

If the scorn of your bright eyne
Have power to raise such love in mine,
Alack, in me what strange effect
Would they work in mild aspect!
Whiles you chid me, I did love;
How then might your prayers move!
He that brings this love to thee
Little knows this love in me:
And by him seal up thy mind;
Whether that thy youth and kind
Will the faithful offer take
Of me and all that I can make;
Or else by him my love deny,
And then I'll study how to die.

Sil. Call you this chiding?
Cel. Alas, poor shepherd!
Ros. Do you pity him?
thou love such a woman?

40 [Reads] Rowe. Read. Ff.

god] a god Keightley. 40, 41 turn'd,...burn'd?] Rowe. turn'd? ...burn'd. F. turn'd?...burn'd? F2

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no, he deserves no pity. Wilt What, to make thee an instru

F3F4

44 [reads] Rowe. Read. Ff.
54 chid] chide Rowe.
57 this] that Rowe (ed. 2).

ment and play false strains upon thee! not to be endured! Well, go your way to her, for I see love hath made thee a tame snake, and say this to her: that if she love me, I charge her to love thee; if she will not, I will never have. her unless thou entreat for her. If you be a true lover, hence, and not a word; for here comes more company.

Enter OLIVER.

Oli. Good morrow, fair ones: pray you, if
Where in the purlieus of this forest stands
A sheep-cote fenced about with olive-trees?

[Exit Silvius.

you know,

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Cel. West of this place, down in the neighbour bottom: The rank of osiers by the murmuring stream Left on your right hand brings you to the place. But at this hour the house doth keep itself; There's none within.

Oli. If that an eye may profit by a tongue.
Then should I know you by description;

Such garments and such years: The boy is fair,
Of female favour, and bestows himself
Like a ripe sister: the woman low,

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85

And browner than her brother.' Are not you

The owner of the house I did inquire for?

Cel. It is no boast, being ask'd, to say we are.
Oli. Orlando doth commend him to you both,

And to that youth he calls his Rosalind

68 strains] straines F1. strings FF3F4

70 snake] sneak Becket conj.

72 lover,] F4 louer F1F¿F3.

74 SCENE VI. Pope.

2

75 Where in] Wherein F3F4

purlieus] Capell. Purlews Ff.

76 olive-trees?] Pope. Oliue-trees. Ff.
79 brings] F. bring FF3F4.
83 should I should Steevens (1793).
84-87 The boy...brother.] First marked
as a quotation by Theobald.

85 female] femall FF2

and] but Hudson (Lettsom conj.). bestows] behaves Gould conj.

90

86 a ripe sister] a right forester Hudson (Lettsom conj.). to a forester Kinnear conj. a ripe forester Gould conj. a right sister Spence conj. (N. & Q. 1888).

the] F1. but the F2F3F

88 owner]owners Halliwell (Capell conj.).

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