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bring the ewes and the rams together, and to offer to get your living by the copulation of cattle: to be bawd to a bell-wether;" and to betray a shelamb of a twelvemonth, 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 shouldst’scape.

Cor. Here comes young master Ganymede, my new mistress' brother.

Enter ROSALIND, reading a paper.

Ros. From the east to western Ind,

No jewel is like Rosalind.
Her worth, being mounted on the wind,
Through all the world bears Rosalind.
All the pictures, fairest lin’d,
Are but black to Rosalind.
Let no face be kept in mind,
But the fair of Rosalind. (11)

Touch. I'll rhyme you so, eight years together; dinners, and suppers, and sleeping hours excepted: it is the right butter-woman's rank to market. 12)

Ros. Out, fool !
Touch. For a taste :

If a hart do lack a hind,
Let him seek out Rosalind.
If the cat will after kind,
So, be sure, will Rosalind.

.bell-wether] Wether and ram had anciently the same meaning. Johnson.

6 All the pictures, fairest lin'd] Delincated with the most elegant touches of art.

Winter-garments must be lin'd,
So must slender Rosalind.
They that reap, must sheaf and bind;
Then to cart with Rosalind.
Sweetest nut hath sowrest rind,
Such a nut is Rosalind.
He that sweetest rose will find,
Must find love's prick and Rosalind.

This is the very false gallop of verses : (13) Why do you infect yourself with them?

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


Touch. Truly, the tree yields bad fruit.

Ros. I'll graff it with you, and then I shall graff it with a medlar : then it will be the earliest fruit in the country: for you'll be rotten ere you be half ripe, (14) and that's the right virtue of the medlar.

Touch. You have said ; but whether wisely or no, let the forest judge.

Enter Celia, reading a paper.

Ros. Peace!
Here comes my sister, reading; stand aside.

CEL. Why should this [a] desert be?

For it is unpeopled ? No;
Tongues I'll hang on every tree,

That shall civil sayings (15) show.

Must find love's prick, &c.] See Warton's Hist. of Poetry,


Why should this [a] desert be?

For, &c.] i. e. " shall this forest be pronounced desert, because," &c. Mr. Pope inserted the article.

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Some, how brief the life of man

Rúns his erring pilgrimage; (16)
That the stretching of a span

Buckles in his sum of age.
Some of violated vows

'Twixt the souls of friend and frien : But upon the fairest boughs,

Or at every sentence' end,
Will I Rosalinda write;

Teaching all that read, to know
The quintessence of every sprite

Heaven' would in little show.
Therefore heaven nature charg'd

That one body should be filld
With all graces wide enlarg'd:(17

Nature presently distilld
Helen's cheek, but not her heart;

Cleopatra's majesty;
Atalanta's better part;

Sad Lucretia's modesty. (18)
Thus Rosalind of many parts

By heavenly synod was devis'd;
Of many faces, eyes, and hearts,

To have the touches dearest priz'd.
Heaven would that she these gifts should have,
And I to live and die her slave.

Ros. O most gentle Jupiter ! what tedious homily of love have you wearied your parishioners withal, and never cry'd, Have patience, good peoplc.

CEL. How now! back friends ;-Shepherd, go off a little : Go with him, sirrah.

Touch. Come, shepherd, let us make an honour

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in little) Small compass, miniature. See Haml. II. 3. Haml., and Tw. N. III. 4. Sir Tob.

touches] Points, traits.


able retreat; though not with bag and baggage, yet with scrip and scrippage.

[Exeunt Corin and TouchsTONE. CEL. Didst thou hear these verses ?

Ros. O, yes, I heard them all, and more too; for some of them had in them more feet than the verses would bear.

CEL. That's no matter; the feet might bear the


Ros. Ay, but the feet were lame, and could not bear themselves without the verse, and therefore stood lamely in the verse.

CEL. But didst thou hear, without wondering how thy name should be hang'd and carved upon these trees?

Ros. I was seven of the nine days out of the wonder, before you came; for look here what I found on a palm-tree: I was never so be-rhymed since Pythagoras' time, that I was an Irish rat," which I can hardly remember. · CEL. Trow you, who hath done this? Ros. Is it a man?

CEL. And a chain, that you once wore, about his neck: Change you colour?'

Ros. I pr’ythee, who?

CEL. O lord, lord ! it is a hard matter for friends to meet ; (20) but mountains may be removed with earthquakes, and so encounter. (21)

Ros. Nay, but who is it? · CEL. Is it possible?

Ros. Nay, I pray thee now, with most petitionary vehemence, tell me who it is.

* the verses would bear] Their metre would allow.

Cel. O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful, and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all whooping ? (22)

Ros. Good my complexion ?(23) dost thou think, though I am caparison'd like a man, I have a doublet and hose in my disposition ? One inch of delay more is a South-sea-off discovery.(24) I pr’ythee, tell me, who is it? quickly, and speak apace: I would thou couldst stammer, that thou might'st pour this concealed man out of thy mouth, as wine comes out of a narrow-mouth'd bottle; either too much at once, or none at all. I pr’ythee take the cork out of thy mouth, that I may drink thy tidings.

Cel. So you may put a man in your belly.

Ros. Is he of God's making? What manner of man? Is his head worth a hat, or his chin worth a beard?

CEL. Nay, he hath but a little beard.

Ros. Why, God will send more, if the man will be thankful: let me stay the growth of his beard, if thou delay me not the knowledge of his chin."

Cel. It is young Orlando; that tripp'd up the wrestler's heels, and yoаr heart, both in an instant.

Ros. Nay, but the devil take mocking; speak sad brow, and true maid.”

CEL. I'faith, coz, 'tis he.
Ros. Orlando?
CEL. Orlando.

Ros. Alas the day! what shall I do with my doublet and hose?-What did he, when thou saw'st

*if thou delay me not the knowledge of his chin] If you let me but know who he is, whose face it is, if herein you torment me with no more delays, I am content to wait the growth of his beard.

5 sed brow, and true maid] Seriously and honestly,

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