Such Ethiop words, blacker in their effect Than in their countenance :-Will you hear the letter? SIL. So please you, for I never heard it yet; Yet heard too much of Phebe's cruelty. Ros. She Phebes me: Mark how the tyrant writes. Art thou god to shepherd turn'd, Can a woman rail thus ? SIL. Call you this railing? Ros. Why, thy godhead laid apart, Warr'st thou with a woman's heart? Did you ever hear such railing?— Whiles the eye of man did woo me, Meaning me a beast. [Reads. If the scorn of your bright eyne She Phebes me] Deals with me after that very fashion, and in that character. vengeance] Mischief. *thy youth and kind] Natural and kindly affections. Will the faithful offer take And then I'll study how to die. SIL. Call you this chiding? 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. [Exit SILVIUS. Enter OLIVER. OLI. Good-morrow, fair ones: Pray you, if you know Where, in the purlieus of this forest,(17) stands 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; 3 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. b Left on your right hand] Being, as you pass, left. Such garments, and such years: The boy is fair, CEL. It is no boast, being ask'd, to say, we are. Ros. I am: What must we understand by this? OLI. Some of my shame; if you will know of me What man I am, and how, and why, and where CEL. I 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, And, mark, what object did present itself! with age, whose boughs were moss'd And high top bald with dry antiquity, A wretched ragged man, o'ergrown with hair, A green and gilded snake had wreath'd itself, Lay couching, head on ground, with catlike watch, When that the sleeping man should stir; for 'tis The royal disposition of that beast, (22) To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead; And he did render him the most unnatural" OLI. 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 So: But kindness, nobler ever than revenge, And nature, stronger than his just occasion," Who quickly fell before him; in which hurtling CEL. Are you his brother? Ros. c Was it you he rescu❜d? CEL. Was't you that did so oft contrive to kill him? OLI. 'Twas I; but 'tis not I: I do not shame To tell you what I was, since my conversion So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am. Ros. But, for the bloody napkin ? OLI. By, and by. When from the first to last, betwixt us two, And he did render him-] Represent, account. stronger than his just occasion] Such reasonable ground, as might have amply justified, or given just occasion for abandoning him. See Rosal. IV. 1. hurtling] Clashing, conflict. See "The noise of battle hurtled in the air." Jul. C. II. 2. Calph. Tears our recountments had most kindly bath'd," arm 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; To tell this story, that you might excuse CEL. Why, how now, Ganymede ? sweet Gany[ROSALIND faints. mede? OLI. Many will swoon when they do look on blood. CEL. There is more in it:-Cousin-Ganymede! (23) OLI. Look, he recovers. Ros. CEL. We'll lead you I would, I were at home. thither : I pray you, will you take him by the arm? b 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." b 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. |