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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 'ware of mine own wit, till I break my shins against it.
Ros. Jove! Jove! this shepherd's passion Is much upon my fashion.
Touch. And mine; but it grows something stale with
Cel. I pray you, one of you question yond man,
Touch. Holla; you, clown!
Ros. Peace, I say ?
Ros. I pr’ythee, shepherd, if that love, or gold,
Cor. Fair sir, I pity her,
And do not sheer the fleeces that I graze;
will feed on; but what is, come see, And in my voice most welcome shall you be.
Ros. What is he, that shall buy his flock and pasture? Cor. That young swain that you saw here but ere
while, That little cares for buying any thing.
Ros. I pray thee, if it stand with honesty, Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the flock, And thou shalt have to pay for it of us.
Cel. And we will mend thy wages : I like this place, And willingly could waste my time in it.
Cor. Assuredly, the thing is to be sold: Go with me; if you like, upon report, The soil, the profit, and this kind of life, I will your very faithful feeder be, And buy it with your gold right suddenly. [Exeunt.
SCENE V.-The same.
Enter AMIENS, JAQUES, and others.
SONG. Ami. Under the greenwood tree,
Who loves to lie with me,
And tune his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Here shall he see
Jaq. More, more, I pr’ythee, more.
Jaq. I thank it. More, I pr'ythee, more. I can suck melancholy out of a song, as a weazel sucks eggs; More, I pr’ythee, more.
Ami. My voice is ragged; I know, I cannot please you.
Jaq. I do not desire you to please me, I do desire you to sing : Come, more; another stanza; Call you them stanzas?
Ami. What you will, monsieur Jaques.
Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names; they owe me nothing: Will you sing?
Ami. More at your request, than to please myself.
Jaq. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you : but that they call compliment, is like the encounter of two dog-apes; and when a man thanks we heartily, methinks, I have given him a penny, and he renders me the beggarly thanks. Come, sing; and you, that will not, hold your tongues.
Ami. Well, I'll end the song.–Sirs, cover the while; the duke will drink under this tree:-he hath been all this day to look you.
Jaq. And I have been all this day to avoid him. He is too dispútable for my company : I think of as
many matters as he ; but I give heaven thanks, and make no boast of them. Come, warble, come.
[All together here.
And pleas’d with what he gets,
Here shall he see
Jaq. I'll give you a verse to this note, that I made yesterday in despite of my invention.
Ami. And I'll sing it.
If it do come to pass,
A stubborn will to please,
Here shall he see,
Gross fools as he,
Ami. What's that ducdàme?
Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle. l'll go sleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail against all the first-born of Egypt.
Ami. And I'll go seek the duke; his banquet is pre
SCENE VI.-The same.
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 awhile at the arm's end : I will here be 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 cheerily: 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 !
SCENE VII.-The same.
A table set out. Enter Duke senior, Amiens, Lords,
and others. Duke S. I think he be transform'd into a beast; For I can no where find him like a man.