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[Enter ROSALIND for Ganymede, CELIA for Aliena,
ROSALIND: O Jupiter, how weary are my spirits!
TOUCHSTONE: I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary.
ROSALIND: I could find 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,
CELIA: I pray you, bear with me; I cannot go no further.
TOUCHSTONE: 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.
ROSALIND: Well, this is the forest of Arden.
TOUCHSTONE: 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.
ROSALIND: Ay, be so, good Touchstone.
[Enter CORIN and SILVIUS]
Look you, who comes here; a young man and an old in
CORIN: That is the way to make her scorn you still.
SILVIUS: O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love her!
CORIN: I partly guess; for I have loved ere now.
SILVIUS: 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.
SILVIUS: O, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily!
If thou remember'st not the slightest folly
That ever love did make thee run into,
Thou hast not loved:
Or if thou hast not sat as I do now,
Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress' praise,
Thou hast not loved:
Or if thou hast not broke from company
Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,
Thou hast not loved.
O Phebe, Phebe, Phebe!
ROSALIND: Alas, poor shepherd! searching of thy wound,
I have by hard adventure found mine own.
TOUCHSTONE: 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 batlet and the cow's dugs that her
pretty chopt 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.
ROSALIND: Thou speakest wiser than thou art ware of.
TOUCHSTONE: Nay, I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I
break my shins against it.
ROSALIND: Jove, Jove! this shepherd's passion
Is much upon my fashion.
TOUCHSTONE: And mine; but it grows something stale with me.
CELIA: I pray you, one of you question yond man
If he for gold will give us any food:
I faint almost to death.
TOUCHSTONE: Holla, you clown!
ROSALIND: Peace, fool: he's not thy kinsman.
CORIN: Who calls?
TOUCHSTONE: Your betters, sir.
CORIN: Else are they very wretched.
ROSALIND: Peace, I say. Good even to you, friend.
CORIN: And to you, gentle sir, and to you all.
ROSALIND: I prithee, shepherd, if that love or gold
Can in this desert place buy entertainment,
Bring us where we may rest ourselves and feed:
Here's a young maid with travel much oppress'd
And faints for succor.
CORIN: Fair sir, I pity her
And wish, for her sake more than for mine own,
My fortunes were more able to relieve her;
But I am shepherd to another man
And do not shear the fleeces that I graze:
My master is of churlish disposition
And little recks to find the way to heaven
By doing deeds of hospitality:
Besides, his cote, his flocks and bounds of feed
Are now on sale, and at our sheepcote now,
By reason of his absence, there is nothing
That you will feed on; but what is, come see.
And in my voice most welcome shall you be.
ROSALIND: What is he that shall buy his flock and pasture?
CORIN: That young swain that you saw here but erewhile,
That little cares for buying any thing.
ROSALIND: 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.
CELIA: And we will mend thy wages. I like this place.
And willingly could waste my time in it.
CORIN: 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.
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