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.

Ay, be so, good Touchstone. -- Look you, who comes 803here, a young man and an old in solemn talk.

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,

2.4.13808Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover

2.4.14809As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow.

2.4.15810But if thy love were ever like to mine --

2.4.16811As sure I think did never man love so --

2.4.17812How many actions most ridiculous

2.4.18813Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?

Into a thousand that I have forgotten.

Oh, thou didst then never love so heartily!

2.4.21816If thou rememb'rest not the slightest folly

2.4.22817That ever love did make thee run into,

2.4.23818Thou hast not loved.

2.4.24819Or if thou hast not sat as I do now,

2.4.25820Wearing thy hearer in thy mistress' praise,

2.4.26821Thou hast not loved.

2.4.27822Or if thou hast not broke from company

2.4.28823Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,

2.4.29824Thou hast not loved.

2.4.30825O Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe!

Alas, poor shepherd! Searching of thy wound,

2.4.32827I have by hard adventure found mine own.

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

2.4.37842Is much upon my fashion.

And mine; but it grows something stale with 844me.

I pray you, one of you question yond man

2.4.40846If he for gold will give us any food.

2.4.41847I faint almost to death.

Holla, you clown!

Peace, fool! He's not thy kinsman.

Peace, fool! He's not thy kinsman. Who calls?

Your betters, sir.

Your betters, sir. 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

2.4.47856Can in this desert place buy entertainment,

2.4.48857Bring us where we may rest ourselves and feed.

2.4.49858Here's a young maid with travel much oppressed,

2.4.50859And faints for succor.

And faints for succor. Fair sir, I pity her,

2.4.51861And wish, for her sake more than for mine own,

2.4.52862My fortunes were more able to relieve her;

2.4.53863But I am shepherd to another man,

2.4.54864And do not shear the fleeces that I graze.

2.4.55865My master is of churlish disposition,

2.4.56866And little recks to find the way to heaven

2.4.57867By doing deeds of hospitality.

2.4.58868Besides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed

2.4.59869Are now on sale, and at our sheepcote now,

2.4.60870By reason of his absence, there is nothing

2.4.61871That you will feed on. But what is, come see,

2.4.62872And in my voice most welcome shall you be.

What is he that shall buy his flock and pasture?

That young swain that you saw here 875but erewhile,

2.4.65876That little cares for buying anything.

I pray thee, if it stand with honesty,

2.4.67878Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the flock,

2.4.68879And thou shalt have to pay for it of us.

And we will mend thy wages. 881I like this place,

2.4.70And willingly could 882waste my time in it.

Assuredly the thing is to be sold.

2.4.72884Go with me. If you like upon report

2.4.73885The soil, the profit, and this kind of life,

2.4.74886I will your very faithful feeder be,

2.4.75887And buy it with your gold right suddenly.