Envenoms him that bears it! Orl. Why, what's the matter? O unhappy youth! 16 Come not within these doors; within this roof The enemy of all your graces lives. Your brother, no, no brother; yet the son,- Hath heard your praises, and this night he means And you within it: if he fail of that, I overheard him and his practices. This is no place; this house is but a butchery: 20 20 24 28 Orl. Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go? Adam. No matter whither, so you come not here. Orl. What! wouldst thou have me go and beg my food? Or with a base and boisterous sword enforce A thievish living on the common road? 32 36 I rather will subject me to the malice 15 Envenoms: proves poisonous to; cf. n. 23 use: are wont 40 26 practices: stratagems 27 place: residence butchery: shambles; cf. n. 37 diverted blood; cf. n. 39 thrifty. . . sav'd: hire I thriftily saved 42 in corners thrown: (lie) cast aside Take that; and He that doth the ravens feed, Be comfort to my age! All this I give you. Let me be your servant: Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo Orl. O good old man! how well in thee appears Adam. Master, go on, and I will follow thee 43 ravens; cf. n. 51 means: causes 58 meed: reward 67 youthful: i.e., earned in youth 50 Nor 53 kindly: seasonable, healthful 65 In lieu of: in return for 74 a week; cf. n. Yet fortune cannot recompense me better 76 Exeunt. Scene Four [The Forest of Arden] Enter Rosalind for Ganymede, Celia for Aliena, and Clown, alias Touchstone. Ros. O Jupiter! how weary are my spirits. Touch. I care not for my spirits if my legs were not weary. Ros. I could find it in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel and to cry like a woman; but I must comfort 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 cannot 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. Enter Corin and Silvius. Ros. Ay, be so, good Touchstone. Look you, who comes here; a young man and an old in solemn talk. Scene Four S. d. for: i.e., dressed to represent 12 cross. . . money; cf. n. 8 14 21 24 Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you still. Sil. O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love her! Cor. I partly guess, for I have lov'd ere now. Sil. 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? Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten. If thou remember'st not the slightest folly Thou hast not lov'd: Or if thou hast not sat as I do now, Wearing thy hearer with thy mistress' praise, Or if thou hast not broke from company 28 22 32 36 40 Exit. Ros. Alas, poor shepherd! searching of thy wound, I have by hard adventure found mine own. 44 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 a-night to Jane Smile; and I remember the kissing of her batler, and the cow's dugs that her pretty chopped hands had milked; and I remember the wooing of a 50 peascod instead of her, from whom I took two 31 fantasy: imagination 43 thy wound; cf. n. 38 Wearing: wearing out 44 adventure: hazard, chance 48 batler: bat for beating clothes in the process of washing 49 chopped: chapped 51 peascod; cf. n. 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 speakest 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 me. Cel. I pray you, one of you question yond man, If he for gold will give us any food: I faint almost to death. Touch. Holla, you clown! Ros. Peace, fool: he's not thy kinsman. Cor. Touch. Your betters, sir. Cor. 56 60 64 Else are they very wretched. Ros. Peace, I say. Good even to you, friend. Ros. I prithee, shepherd, if that love or gold 72 Cor. Fair sir, I pity her, And wish, for her sake more than for mine own, But I am shepherd to another man, 76 59 be ware: beware mortal in folly: deadly foolish 67 clown: peasant |