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Oh, Jupiter, how weary are my spirits!
I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not 786weary.
I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's 788apparel and to cry like a woman; but I must comfort 789the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to show itself 790courageous to petticoat. Therefore, courage, good 791Aliena!
I pray you, bear with me; I cannot go no further.793
For my part, I had rather bear with you than 795bear you; yet I should bear no cross if I did bear 796you, for I think you have no money in your purse.
Well, this is the Forest of Arden.
Ay, now am I in Arden; the more fool I. When I 799was at home I was in a better place, but travelers must 800be content.
801Enter Corin and Silvius.
Ay, be so, good Touchstone. -- Look you, who comes 803here, a young man and an old in solemn talk.
[They stand aside and listen.]
[To Silvius]
That is the way to make her scorn you still.
Oh, Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love her!
I partly guess; for I have loved ere now.
No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess,
Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
Oh, thou didst then never love so heartily!
Exit Silvius
Alas, poor shepherd! Searching of thy wound,
And I mine. I remember, when I was in love, 829I broke my sword upon a stone, and bid him take that for 830coming a-night to Jane Smile; and I remember the kissing 831of her batler, and the cow's dugs that her pretty 832chapped hands had milked; and I remember the 833wooing of a peascod instead of her, from whom I took two 834cods, and giving her them again, said with weeping 835tears, "Wear these for my sake." We that are true lovers 836run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in 837nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.
Thou speak'st wiser than thou art ware of.
Nay, I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till 840I break my shins against it.
Jove, Jove! This shepherd's passion
And mine; but it grows something stale with 844me.
I pray you, one of you question yond man
848Touchstone
[To Corin]
Holla, you clown!
Peace, fool! He's not thy kinsman.
850Corin
Who calls?
Your betters, sir.
852Corin
Else are they very wretched.
Peace, I say. -- Good even to you, friend.
And to you, gentle sir, and to you all.
I prithee, shepherd, if that love or gold
860Corin
Fair sir, I pity her,
What is he that shall buy his flock and pasture?
That young swain that you saw here 875but erewhile,
I pray thee, if it stand with honesty,
And we will mend thy wages. 881I like this place,
Assuredly the thing is to be sold.
Exeunt.