784Ros. O Iupiter, how merry are my spirits?

785Clo. I care not for my spirits, if my legges were not

786wearie.

787Ros. I could finde in my heart to disgrace my mans

788apparell, and to cry like a woman: but I must comfort

789the weaker vessell, as doublet and hose ought to show it

790selfe coragious to petty-coate; therefore courage, good

791Aliena.

792Cel. I pray you beare with me, I cannot goe no fur-

793ther.

794Clo. For my part, I had rather beare with you, then

795beare you: yet I should beare no crosse if I did beare

796you, for I thinke you haue no money in your purse.

797Ros. Well, this is the Forrest of Arden.

798Clo. I, now am I in Arden, the more foole I, when I

799was at home I was in a better place, but Trauellers must

800be content.

802Ros. I, be so good Touchstone: Look you, who comes

803here, a yong man and an old in solemne talke.

804Cor. That is the way to make her scorne you still.

805Sil. Oh Corin, that thou knew'st how I do loue her.

806Cor. I partly guesse: for I haue lou'd ere now.

807Sil. No Corin, being old, thou canst not guesse,

808Though in thy youth thou wast as true a louer

809As euer sigh'd vpon a midnight pillow:

810But if thy loue were euer like to mine,

811As sure I thinke did neuer man loue so:

812How many actions most ridiculous,

813Hast thou beene drawne to by thy fantasie?

814Cor. Into a thousand that I haue forgotten.

815Sil. Oh thou didst then neuer loue so hartily,

816If thou remembrest not the slightest folly,

817That euer loue did make thee run into,

818Thou hast not lou'd.

819Or if thou hast not sat as I doe now,

820Wearing thy hearer in thy Mistris praise,

821Thou hast not lou'd.

822Or if thou hast not broke from companie,

823Abruptly as my passion now makes me,

824Thou hast not lou'd.

826Ros. Alas poore Shepheard searching of they would,

827I haue by hard aduenture found mine owne.

828Clo. And I mine: I remember when I was in loue, I

829broke my sword vpon a stone, and bid him take that for

830comming a night to Iane Smile, and I remember the kis-

831sing of her batler, and the Cowes dugs that her prettie

832chopt hands had milk'd; and I remember the wooing

833of a peascod instead of her, from whom I tooke two

834cods, and giuing her them againe, said with weeping

835teares, weare these for my sake: wee that are true Lo-

836uers, runne into strange capers; but as all is mortall in

837nature, so is all nature in loue, mortall in folly.

838Ros. Thou speak'st wiser then thou art ware of.

839Clo. Nay, I shall nere be ware of mine owne wit, till

840I breake my shins against it.

841Ros. Ioue, Ioue, this Shepherds passion,

842Is much vpon my fashion.

843Clo. And mine, but it growes something stale with

844mee.

845Cel. I pray you, one of you question yon'd man,

846If he for gold will giue vs any foode,

847I faint almost to death.

848Clo. Holla; you Clowne.

849Ros. Peace foole, he's not thy kinsman.

850Cor. Who cals?

851Clo. Your betters Sir.

852Cor. Else are they very wretched.

853Ros. Peace I say; good euen to your friend.

854Cor. And to you gentle Sir, and to you all.

855Ros. I prethee Shepheard, if that loue or gold

856Can in this desert place buy entertainment,

857Bring vs where we may rest our selues, and feed:

858Here's a yong maid with trauaile much oppressed,

859And faints for succour.

860Cor. Faire Sir, I pittie her,

861And wish for her sake more then for mine owne,

862My fortunes were more able to releeue her:

863But I am shepheard to another man,

864And do not sheere the Fleeces that I graze:

865My master is of churlish disposition,

866And little wreakes to finde the way to heauen

867By doing deeds of hospitalitie.

868Besides his Coate, his Flockes, and bounds of feede

869Are now on sale, and at our sheep-coat now

870By reason of his absence there is nothing

871That you will feed on: but what is, come see,

872And in my voice most welcome shall you be.

873Ros. What is he that shall buy his flocke and pasture?

874Cor. That yong Swaine that you saw heere but ere-

875while,

876That little cares for buying any thing.

877Ros. I pray thee, if it stand with honestie,

878Buy thou the Cottage, pasture, and the flocke,

879And thou shalt haue to pay for it of vs.

880Cel. And we will mend thy wages:

881I like this place, and willingly could

882Waste my time in it.

883Cor. Assuredly the thing is to be sold:

884Go with me, if you like vpon report,

885The soile, the profit, and this kinde of life,

886I will your very faithfull Feeder be,