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Such Ethiop words, blacker in their effect
Art thou god to shepherd turn'd, [Reads.
Can a woman rail thus ?
SIL. Call you this railing ?
Ros. Why, thy godhead laid apart,
Warr'st thou with a woman's heart?
you ever hear such railing ?
Whiles the eye of man did woo me,
Meaning me a beast.
If the scorn of your bright eyne
She Phebes me] Deals with me after that very fashion, and in that character.
Will the faithful offer take
And then I'll study how to die.
this chiding? Cel. Alas, poor shepherd !
Ros. Do you pity him? no, he deserves no pity. - Wilt
you love such a woman ?-What, to make thee an instrument, 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, (16)) 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.
OLI. Good-morrow, fair ones : Pray you, if you
know Where, in the purlieus of this forest,(17) stands A sheep-cote, fenc'd about with olive-trees ? CEL. West of this place, down in the neighbour
bottom, The rank of oziers,(18) 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 I should know you by description ;
me, and all that I can make] Make up, all that shall be my utmost amount. Johnson instances M. for M. “ He's in for a commodity of brown paper ; of which he made five marks ready money." Dict.
Left on your right hand] Being, as you pass, left.
Are not you
Such garments, and such years: The boy is fair,
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, He sends this bloody napkin ; (20) Are you he?
Ros. I am: What must we understand by this ? OLI. Some of my shame; if you will know of
What man I am, and how, and why, and where
pray you, tell it. OLI. When last the
young Orlando parted from you, He left a promise to return again Within an hour; and, pacing through the forest, Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy, Lo, what befel! he threw his
aside, And, mark, what object did present itself! Under an old oak, (2) whose boughs were moss'd
And high top bald with dry antiquity,
watch, When that the sleeping man should stir ; for 'tis The royal disposition of that beast,
To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead ; (22)
And well he might so do, For well I know he was unnatural.
Ros. But, to Orlando ;-Did he leave him there, Food to the suck'd and hungry lioness?
Oli. Twice did he turn his back, and purpos’d
But kindness, nobler ever than revenge,
CEL. Are you his brother?
he rescu'd ? CEL. Was't you that did so oft contrive to kill
Ros. But, for the bloody napkin ?-
By, and by When from the first to last, betwixt us two,
* And he did render him-] Represent, account.
Cymb. STEVENS. stronger than his just occasion] Such reasonable ground, as might have amply justified, or given just occasion for abandoning him. See Rosal. IV. 1. churtling] Clashing, conflict. See “ The noise of battle hurtled in the air,"
Jul. C. II. 2. Calph.
Tears our recountments had most kindly bath'd, As, how I came into that desert place; In brief, he led me to the gentle duke, Who gave me fresh array, and entertainment, Committing me unto my brother's love; Who led me instantly unto his cave, There stripp'd himself, and here upon his arm The lioness had torn some flesh away, Which all this while had bled; and now he fainted, And cry'd in fainting, upon Rosalind. Brief, I recover'd him; bound up his wound; And, after some small space, being strong at heart, He sent me hither, stranger as I am, To tell this story, that you might excuse His broken promise, and to give this napkin Dy'd in this blood; unto the shepherd youth That he in sport doth call his Rosalind. CEL. Why, how now, Ganymede? sweet Ganymede?
faints. Oli. Many will swoon when they do look on
I would, I were at home.
Oli. Be of good cheer, youth :-You a man?-You lack a man's heart.
Ros. I do so, I confess it. Ah, sirra, a body would think this was well counterfeited : I pray
• Tears our recountments had most kindly bath'd, As, how-] i. e, with a train of circumstances, “ As how."
Ah, sirra, a body would think this was well counterfeited] Yet, scarce more than half in possession of herself, in her flutter and tremulous articulation, she adds to one word the first letter, or article, of the succeeding one. For this, the reading of the folios, the modern editors give sir.