might'ft pour this concealed man out of thy mouth, as wine comes out of a narrow-mouth'd bottle; either too much at once, or none at all. I pr'ythee take the cork out of thy mouth, that I may drink thy tidings.

Cel. So you may put a man in your belly.

Rof. Is he of God's making? What manner of man? Is his head worth a hat, or his chin worth a beard?

Cel. Nay, he hath but a little beard.

Rof. Why, God will fend more, if the man will be thankful: let me ftay the growth of his beard, if thou delay me not the knowledge of his chin.

Cel. It is young Orlando, that tripp'd up the wrestler's heels, and your heart, both in an instant.

Rof. Nay, but the devil take mocking; "speak fad brow, and true maid.

Cel. I'faith, coz, 'tis he.

Rof. Orlando?

Cel. Orlando.

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Rof. Alas the day! what shall I do with my doublet and hofe?-What did he, when thou faw'ft him? What faid he? How look'd he? " Wherein went he? What makes he here? Did he ask for me? Where remains he? How parted he with thee? and when shalt thou see him again? Answer me in one word.

Cel. You must borrow me Garagantua's mouth first: 'tis a word too great for any mouth of this age's fize: To fay, ay, and no, to thefe particulars, is more than to anfwer a catechifm.

Rof. But doth he know that I am in this foreft, and in man's apparel? Looks he as freshly as he did the day he wrestled?

1 be thankful:]-for what he has already.

Speak fad brow, and true maid. ]-anfwer me foberly, and as becomes an honeft maid. n Wherein went he?-How was he apparelled? P Garagantua's]-a giant's. Cel.

• makes]-does.

Cel. It is as easy to count atomies, as to resolve the propofitions of a lover:-but take a taste of my finding him, and relish it with good obfervance. I found him under a tree, like a dropp'd acorn.

Rof. It may well be call'd Jove's tree, when it drops fuch fruit.

Cel. Give me audience, good madam.

Rof. Proceed.

Cel. There lay he, ftretch'd along, like a wounded knight.

Rof. Though it be pity to see fuch a fight, it well becomes the ground.

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Cel. Cry holla! to thy tongue, I pr'ythee; it curvets unfeasonably. He was furnish'd like a hunter. Rof. Oh ominous! he comes to kill my heart.

Cel. I would fing my fong without a burden: thou bring'ft me out of tune.

Rof. Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak. Sweet, say on.

Enter Orlando, and Jaques.

Cel. You bring me out:-Soft! comes he not here?
Rof. 'Tis he; Slink by, and note him.

[Celia and Rofalind retire. Jaq. I thank you for your company; but, good faith, I had as lief have been myself alone.

Orla. And fo had I; but yet, for fashion sake, I thank you too for your fociety.

Jaq. God be with you; let's meet as little as we can. Orla. I do defire we may be better strangers.

faq. I pray you, mar no more trees with writing lovefongs in their barks.

9 atomies,]-atoms.

the ground.]-an allufion to needle work.

Cry holla! to thy tongue,-it curvets,]-ftop it, it bounds.

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* furnish'd like a hunter.]-he was in the habit of.

Orla

Orla. I pray you, mar no more of my verses with read

ing them ill-favouredly.

Jaq. Rofalind is your love's name?

Orla. Yes, juft.

Jaq. I do not like her name.

Orla. There was no thought of pleafing you, when she

was chriften'd.

Jaq. What ftature is the of?

Orla. Juft as high as my heart. Jaq. You are full of pretty answers: Have you not been acquainted with goldfmiths wives, and conn'd them out of rings?

Orla. Not fo: but I answer you" right painted cloth, from whence you have studied have studied your questions.

Jaq. You have a nimble wit; I think it was made of Atalanta's heels. Will you fit down with me; and we two will rail against our mistress, the world, and all our mifery.. Orla. I will chide no breather in the world, but myself, against whom I know most faults.

Jaq. The worst fault you have is, to be in love.

Orla. 'Tis a fault I would not change for your beft virtue. I am weary of you.

Jaq. By my troth, I was feeking for a fool when I found you.

Orla. He is drown'd in the brook; look but in, and you fhall fee him.

faq. There I fhall fee mine own figure.

Orla. Which I take to be either a fool, or a cypher. Jaq. I'll tarry no longer with you: farewell, good fignior love.

[Exit.

" right painted cloth,]-in the fashion, or true ftyle of the mottos proceeding from the mouths of fuch figures.

"Who fears a fentence, or an old man's faw,
"Shall by a painted cloth be kept in awe."

VOL. II.

POEMS 487.

Orla.

Orla. I am glad of your departure: adieu, good mon. fieur melancholy. [Cel. and Rof. come forward. Rof. I will fpeak to him like a faucy lacquey, and under that habit play the knave with him.-Do you hear, forefter ?

Orla. Very well; What would you?

Rof. I pray you, what is't a clock ?

Orla. You should ask me, what time o'day; there's no clock in the foreft.

Rof. Then there is no true lover in the foreft; else fighing every minute, and groaning every hour, would detect the lazy foot of time as well as a clock.

Orla. And why not the swift foot of time? had not that been as proper

?

Rof. By no means, fir: Time travels in divers paces with divers perfons: I'll tell you who time ambles withal, who time trots withal, who time gallops withal, and who he ftands ftill withal.

Orla. I pr'ythee, whom doth he trot withal?

Rof. Marry, he trots hard with a young maid, between the contract of her marriage and the day it is folemniz'd: if the interim be but a fe'nnight, time's pace is fo hard that it seems the length of seven years.

Orla. Who ambles time withal?

Rof. With a prieft that lacks Latin, and a rich man that hath not the gout: for the one fleeps eafily, because he cannot study; and the other lives merrily, because he feels no pain: the one lacking the burden of lean and wasteful learning; the other knowing no burden of heavy tedious penury: These time ambles withal.

Orla. Whom doth he gallop withal ?

Rof. With a thief to the gallows: for though he go as foftly as foot can fall, he thinks himself too soon there. Orla. Who stays it ftill withal?

Ref.

Rof. With lawyers in the vacation: for they fleep between term and term, and then they perceive not how time moves.

Orla. Where dwell you, pretty youth?

Rof. With this fhepherdefs, my fifter; here in the skirts of the forest, like fringe upon a petticoat.

Orla. Are you a native of this place?

Rof. As the coney, that you fee dwell where she is kindled.

Orla. Your accent is fomething finer than you could purchase in fo removed a dwelling.

Rof. I have been told fo of many: but, indeed, an old religious uncle of mine taught me to fpeak, who was in his youth an in-land man; one that knew courtship too well, for there he fell in love. I have heard him read many lectures against it; and I thank God, I am not a wo man, to be touch'd with fo many giddy offences as he hath generally tax'd their whole fex withal.

Örla. Can you remember any of the principal evils, that he laid to the charge of women?

Rof. There were none principal; they were all like one another as half-pence are: every one fault feeming monftrous, 'till his fellow fault came to match it.

Orla. I pr'ythee, recount fome of them.

Rof. No; I will not caft away my phyfick, but on those that are fick. There is a man haunts the foreft, that abuses our young plants with carving Rofalind on their barks; hangs odes upon hawthorns, and elegies on brambles; all, forfooth, deifying the name of Rofalind: If I could meet that fancy-monger, I would give him fome good counsel, for he seems to have the quotidian of love upon him.

removed]-retired, fequeftered.
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* in-land man ;]—a town bred priest..

Orla.