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curvets very unseasonably. He was furnish'd like a hunter. Ros. O ominous ! he comes to kill my
heart. Cel. I would sing my song without a burden : thou bring'st me out of tune.
Ros. Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak. Sweet, say on.
Enter ORLANDO and JAQUES. Cel. You bring me out: Soft! comes he not here? Ros. 'Tis he; slink by, and note him.
[CELIA and ROSALIND retire. Jag. I thank you for your company ; but, good faith, I had as lief have been myself alone.
Orl. And so had I; but yet, for fashion sake, I thank you too for your society.
Jaq. God be with you; let's meet as little as we
Orl. I do desire we may be better strangers.
Jaq. I pray you, mar no more trees with writing love-songs in their barks.
Orl. I pray you, mar no more of my verses with reading them ill-favouredly.
Jaq. Rosalind is your love's name?
Orl. There was no thought of pleasing you, when she was christen'd.
Jaq. What stature is she of?
heart. Jaq. You are full of pretty answers : Have you
not been acquainted with goldsmiths' wives, and conn'd them out of rings ?
Orl. Not so; but I answer you right painted cloth, from whence you have studied your questions.
Jaq. You have a nimble wit; I think it was made of Atalanta's heels. Will you sit down with me? and we two will rail against our mistress the world, and all our misery.
Orl. I will chide no breather in the world, but myself; against whom I know most faults.
Jaq. The worst fault you have, is to be in love.
Orl. 'Tis a fault I will not change for your best virtue. I am weary of you.
Jaq. By my troth, I was seeking for a fool, when
I found you.
Orl. He is drown'd in the brook; look but in, and you shall see him.
Jaq. There shall I see mine own figure.
Jaq. I'll tarry no longer with you: farewell, good signior love.
Orl. I am glad of your departure; adieu, good monsieur melancholy,
[Exit JAQUES.-Celia and Ros ALIND
come forward. Ros. I will speak to him like a saucy lacquey, and under that habit play the knave with him.-Do you hear, forester?
Orl. Very well; What would you?
8 An allusion to the moral sentences on old tapestry hangings.
Orl. You should ask me, what time o'day; there's no clock in the forest.
Ros. Then there is no true lover in the forest; else sighing every minute, and groaning every hour, would detect the lazy foot of time, as well as a clock.
Orl. And why not the swift foot of time? had not that been as proper?
Ros. By no means, sir: Time travels in divers paces with divers persons : I'll tell you who time ambles withal, who time trots withal, who time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal.
Orl. I pr’ythee, who doth he trot withal ?
Ros. Marry, he trots hard with a young maid, between the contract of her marriage, and the day it is solemnized: if the interim be but a se'nnight, time's pace is so hard that it seems the length of seven years.
Orl. Who ambles time withal ?
Ros. With a priest that lacks Latin, and a rich man that hath not the gout: for the one sleeps easily, because he cannot study; and the other lives merrily, because he feels no pain: the one lacking the burden of lean and wasteful learning; the other knowing no burden of heavy tedious penury: These time ambles withal.
Orl. Who doth he gallop withal ?
Ros. With a thief to the gallows : for though he go as softly as foot can fall, he thinks himself too soon there.
Orl. Who stays it still withal ?
between terms and term, and then they perceive not how time moves.
Orl. Where dwell you, pretty youth?
Ros. With this shepherdess, my sister; here in the skirts of the forest, like fringe upon a petticoat.
Orl. Are you native of this place ?
Ros. As the coney, that you see dwell where she is kindled.
Orl. Your accent is something finer than you could purchase in so removeda dwelling,
Ros. I have been told so of many: but, indeed, an old religious uncle of mine taught me to speak, who was in his youth an in-land' man; one that knew courtship too well, for there he fell in love. I have heard him read many lectures against it; and I thank God, I am not a woman, to be touch'd with so many giddy offences as he hath generally taxd their whole sex withal.
Orl. Can you remember any of the principal evils, that he laid to the charge of women ?
Ros. There were none principal; they were all like one another, as half-pence are : every one fault seeming monstrous, till his fellow fault came to match it.
Orl. I pr’ythee, recount some of them.
Ros. No; I will not cast away my physick, but on those that are sick. There is a man haunts the forest, that abuses our young plants with carving Rosalind on their barks; hangs odes upon
haw-thorns, and elegies on brambles; all, forsooth, deifying the name of Rosalind: if I could meet that fancy-mon
ger, I would give him some good counsel, for he seems to have the quotidian of love upon
him. Orl. I am he that is so love-shaked; I pray you, tell me your remedy.
Ros. There is none of my uncle's marks upon you: he taught me how to know a man in love; in which cage of rushes, I am sure, you are not prisoner.
Orl. What were his marks ?
Ros. A lean cheek; which you have not: a blue eye, and sunken; which you have not; an unquestionable spirit;a which you have not: a beard neglected; which you have not :--but I pardon you for that; for, simply, your having in beard is a younger brother's revenue :-Then your hose should be ungarter'd, your bonnet unbanded, your sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe untied, and every thing about you demonstrating a careless desolation. But no such man ; you are rather point-device4 in your accoutrements; as loving yourself, than seeming the lover of
other. Orl. Fair youth, I would I could make thee believe I love.
Ros. Me believe it? 'you may as soon make her that
you love believe it; which, I warrant, she is apter to do, than to confess she does : that is one of the points in the which women still give the lie to their consciences. But, in good sooth, are you he that hangs the verses on the trees, wherein Rosalind is so admired ?
? A spirit averse to conversation.