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A scatter'd smile, and that I'll live upon.
Phe. Think not I love him, though I ask for him.
4 That the old Carlor once was master of.] “ Carlot,” in the old copies, is printed in Italic, and with a capital letter, as if the printer thought it a name. Douce says, that “it is a word of Shakespeare's coinage :" it is derived from carl, and means a peasant.
5 I have more cause- - ] This is the improvement of the second folio, the first reading only, “ Have more cause,” and omitting 1, which seems necessary to the metre. The correction was adopted by Malone and Steevens, and others.
I'll write to him a very taunting letter,
I'll write it straight; The matter's in my head, and in my heart: I will be bitter with him, and passing short. Go with me, Silvius.
ACT IV. SCENE I.
The Forest of Arden.
Enter ROSALIND, CELIA, and JAQUES. Jaq I pr’ythee, pretty youth, let me be better acquainted with thee
Ros. They say, you are a melancholy fellow.
Ros. Those that are in extremity of either are abominable fellows', and betray themselves to every modern censure worse than drunkards.
Jaq. Why, 'tis good to be sad and say nothing.
Jag. I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation; nor the musician's, which is fantastical ; nor the courtier's, which is proud; nor the soldier's, which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, which is politic; nor the lady's, which is nice; nor the lover's, which is all these; but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and, indeed, the sundry contemplation of my travels ;
- let me be better acquainted with thee.] The first folio reads, defectively, “ let me better acquainted with thee;" and the second folio, “let me be better acquainted with thee.” No doubt the word “be” had accidentally dropped out.
? — are ABOMINABLE fellows,] Spelt abhominable in the old copies. See vol. ii. p. 346, note 3.
which, by often rumination®, wraps me in a most humorous sadness.
Ros. A traveller! By my faith, you have great reason to be sad. I fear, you have sold your own lands, to see other men's; then, to have seen much, and to have nothing, is to have rich eyes and poor hands.
Jaq. Yes, I have gained my experience.
Ros. And your experience makes you sad. I had rather have a fool to make me merry, than experience to make me sad. And to travel for it too!
Orl. Good day, and happiness, dear Rosalind.
[Exit. Ros. Farewell, monsieur traveller: look you lisp, and wear strange suits; disable all the benefits of your own country'; be out of love with your nativity, and almost chide God for making you that countenance you are, or I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola.—Why, how now, Orlando! where have you been all this while ? You a lover ?-An you serve me such another trick, never come in my sight more.
Orl. My fair Rosalind, I come within an hour of my promise.
Ros. Break an hour's promise in love! He that will divide a minute into a thousand parts, and break but a part of the thousandth part of a minute in the affairs of love, it may be said of him, that Cupid hath clapped him o' the shoulder, but I'll warrant him heartwhole.
Orl. Pardon me, dear Rosalind.
· which, by often rumination,] In the first folio, in is inserted before “which,” and is apparently redundant : the second folio substitutes my for “ by;" but the proper cure for the defect is, evidently, to omit in.
DISABLE all the benefits of your own country ;] i. e. underrate them.
Ros. Nay, an you be so tardy, come no more in my sight: I had as lief be woo'd of a snail.
Orl. Of a snail ?
Ros. Ay, of a snail ; for though he comes slowly, he carries his house on his head, a better jointure, I think, than you
make a woman. Besides, he brings his destiny with him.
Orl. What's that?
Ros. Why, horns; which such as you are fain to be beholden to your wives for: but he comes armed in his fortune, and prevents the slander of his wife.
Orl. Virtue is no horn-maker, and my Rosalind is virtuous.
Ros. And I am your Rosalind.
Cel. It pleases him to call you so; but he hath a Rosalind of a better leer than you ''.
Ros. Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in a holiday humour, and like enough to consent.- What would you say to me now, an I were your very very Rosalind ?
Orl. I would kiss before I spoke.
Ros. Nay, you were better speak first; and when you were gravelled for lack of matter, you might take occasion to kiss. Very good orators, when they are out, they will spit; and for lovers, lacking (God warn us !) matter, the cleanliest shift is to kiss.
Orl. How if the kiss be denied ?
Ros. Then she puts you to entreaty, and there begins new matter.
Orl. Who could be out, being before his beloved mistress?
Ros. Marry, that should you, if I were your mistress, or I should think my honesty ranker than my wit.
of a better LEER than you.] Tyrwhitt, in his glossary to Chaucer, explains lere to mean the skin, and he derives it from the Saxon. In the instance before us, it is to be taken as complexion or feature. It occurs again in “ Titus Andronicus," A. iv. sc. 2, in a similar sense. Sir F. Madden translates it countenance in his excellent glossary to “Syr Gawayne.”
Orl. What, of my suit?
Ros. Not out of your apparel, and yet out of your suit. Am not I your Rosalind ?
Orl. I take some joy to say you are, because I would be talking of her.
Ros. Well, in her person, I say—I will not have you.
Orl. Then, in mine own person, I die.
Ros. No, 'faith, die by attorney. The poor world is almost six thousand years old, and in all this time there was not any man died in his own person, videlicet, in a love-cause. Troilus had his brains dashed out with a Grecian club; yet he did what he could to die before, and he is one of the patterns of love. Leander, he would have lived many a fair year, though Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night; for, good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont, and, being taken with the cramp, was drowned, and the foolish chroniclers of that age found it was—Hero of Sestos!. But these are all lies: men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Orl. I would not have my right Rosalind of this mind, for, I protest, her frown might kill me.
Ros. By this hand, it will not kill a fly. But come, now I will be your Rosalind in a more coming-on disposition, and ask me what you will, I will grant it.
Orl. Then love me, Rosalind.
Ros. Yes, faith will I; Fridays, and Saturdays, and all.
Orl. And wilt thou have me?
the foolish carONICLERS of that age found it was—Hero of Sestos.] Sir Thomas Hanmer would read coroners for “ chroniclers ;” but without authority, all the old copies being uniform. Monck Mason was in favour of inserting coroners in the text.