the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to show itself courageous to petticoat! therefore, courage, good Aliena. Cel. I pray you, bear with me; I can go no further. Touch. For my part I had rather bear with you, than bear you; yet I should bear no cross, if I did bear you; for, I think you have no money in your purse. Ros. Well, this is the forest of Arden. Touch. Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I; when I was at home, I was in a better place; but travellers must be content. Ros. Ay, be so, good Touchstone:-Look you, who comes here; a young man, and an old, in solemn talk, Enter CORIN and SYLVIUS. Corin. That is the way to make her scorn you still. Sylv. O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love her. Corin. I partly guess; for I have lov'd ere now. Sylv. No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess; Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover As ever sigh'd upon a midnight pillow: But if thy love were ever like to mine (As sure I think did never man love so) How many actions most ridiculous Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy? Corin. Into a thousand that I have forgotten. Thou hast not lov'd: Or if thou hast not talked as I do now Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress' praise, Or if thou hast not broke from company, Abruptly, as my passion now makes me, Touch. And I mine: I remember, when I was in love, I broke my sword upon a stone, and bid him take that for coming o'nights to Jane Smile; and I remember the kissing of her batlet, and the cow's dugs that her pretty chopped hands had milked: and I remember the wooing of a peascod instead of her; from whom I took two cods, and giving her them again, said with weeping tears, "Wear these for my sake." We, that are true lovers, run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly. Ros. Thou speak'st wiser than thou art 'ware of. Touch. Nay, I shall ne'er be aware of mine own wit, 'till I break my shins against it. Cel. I pray you, one of you question yon man, If he for gold will give us any food; I faint almost to death. Touch. Holloa! you clown! Ros. Peace, fool! he's not thy kinsman. Touch. Your betters, sir. Corin. Else they are very wretched. friend. Ros. Peace, I say: Good even to you, Corin. Fair, sir, I pity her, And wish for her sake, more than for mine own, But I am shepherd to another man, And do not sheer the fleeces that I graze; My master is of churlish disposition, Besides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed, Ros. What is he, that shall buy his flock and pas ture? Corin. That young swain, that you saw here ere while, That little cares for buying any thing. Ros. I pray thee, if it stand with honesty, Corin. Assuredly the thing is to be sold! And buy it with your gold right suddenly. [Exeunt. SCENE VI. The Forest. Enter ORLANDO and ADAM. Adam. Dear master, I can go no further: O, I die for food! Here lie I down, and measure out my grave. Farewell, kind master. Orl. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee? Live a little; comfort a little; cheer thyself a little: If this uncouth forest yield any thing savage, I will either be food for it, or bring it for food to thee. Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers. For my sake be comfortable; hold death a while at the arin's end I will be here with thee presently! and if I bring thee not something to eat, I'll give thee leave to die but if thou diest before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well said! thou look'st cheerly and I'll be with thee quickly. Yet thou liest in the bleak air: Come, I will bear thee to some shelter; and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this desert. Cheerly, good Adam. [Exeunt. SCENE VII. Another Part of the Forest. A Table set out. Enter DUKE SENIOR, AMIENS, and LORDS. Duke. I think he is transform'd into a beast: For I can no where find him like a man. 1 Lord. My lord, he is but even now gone hence; Here was he merry hearing of a song. Duke. If he, compact of jars, grow musical, Enter JAQUES. 1 Lord. He saves my labour, by his own approach. Duke. Why, how now, monsieur! what a life is this, That your poor friends must woo your company? Jaques. A fool, a fool!I met a fool i'the forest, A motley fool-a miserable world! As I do live by food, I met a fool; Who laid him down, and bask'd him in the sun, In good set terms-and yet a motley fool. And then he drew a dial from his poke; "Thus may we see," quoth he, " How the world wags: Enter ORLANDO, with his Sword drawn. Orl. Forbear, and eat no more. Jaques. Why, I have eat none yet. Orl. Nor shalt not, till necessity be serv'd. Jaques. Of what kind should this cock come of? Duke. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy distress; E |