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$2. AS YOU LIKE IT. SHAKSPEARE. And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools, Playfellow.

Being native burghers of this desert city, We have still slept together;

[ther; Should in their old confines, with forked heads, Rose at an instant; learn'd, play'd, eat toge Have their round haunches gored. And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans, | 1st Lord. Indeed, my lord, Still we went coupled, and inseparable. The melancholy Jaques grieves at that; Fond youthful Friendship.

And, in that kind swears, you do more usurp Celio. O my poor Rosalind, whither wilt Than doth your brother who hath banish'd you, thou go?

[mine. | To-day my lord of Amiens and myself, Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee Did steal behind him, as he lay along I charge thee, be not thou more griev'd than Under an oak, whose antique roots peep out Rosalind. I have more cause. [I am. Upon the brook that brawls along this wood :

Celia. Thou hast not, cousin. Duke To the which place a poor sequester'd stag, Prythee be cheerful: know'st thou not, the That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt, Has banish'd me, his daughter?

Did come to languish: and, indeed, my lord, Rosalind. That he hath not. [the love | The wretched animal heav'd forth such groans,

Celia. Noi hath not ? Rosalind lacks then That their discharge did stretch his leathern Which teacheth me that thou and I are one:

coat Shall we be sundered ? Shall we part, sweet Almost to bursting; and the big round tears No, let my father seek another heir s girl? Cours'd one another down his innocent nose Therefore devise with me how we may fly, In piteous chase; and thus the hairy fool, Whither to go, and what to bear with us: Much marked of the melancholy Jaques, And do not seek to take your change upon you, Stood on th' extremest verge of the swift brook To bear your griefs yourself, and leave me out: | Augmenting it with tears. For by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale, Duke s. But what said Jaques ? Say what thou canst, I'll go along with thee. Did he not moralize this spectacle? Beauty.

Ist Lord. O yes, into a thousand similes. Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. First, for his weeping in the needless strean, Woman in a Man's Dress.

Poor deer, quoth he, thou mak'st a testament Wer't not better,

As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more Because that I am more than common tall, To that which had too much. Then, being That I did suit me all points like a man?

alone, A gallant curtle-axe upon my thigh,

Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends ; A boar-spear in my hand, and (in my heart, "Tis right, quoth he; thus misery doth part Lie there what hidden woman's fears there | The flux of company. Anon, a careless herd, will)

Full of the pasture, jumps along by him, I'll have a swashing and a martial outside ; And never stays to greet him : Ah, quoth As many other mannish cowards have,

Jaques, That do outface it with their semblances. Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens; Solitude preferred to a Court Life, and the 'Tis just the fashion; wherefore do you look Advantages of Adversity.

Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there? Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Thus most invectively he pierceth through Hath not old custom made this life more sweet The body of the country, city, court, Than that of painted pomp? Are not these Yea, and of this our life; swearing that we woods

Are mere usurpers, tyrants, and what's worse, More free from peril than the envious court? To fright the animals, and kill them up, Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, In their assign'd and native dwelling-place. The season's difference; as the icy fang,

D. s. And did you leave him in this conAnd churlish chiding of the winter's wind;

templation?

(menting Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Anions. We did, my lord, weeping and comEven till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, Upon the sobbing deer. “ This is no flattery;" these are counsellors, D. s. Shew me the place; That feelingly persuade me what I am. I love to cope him in these sullen fits, Sweet are the uses of adversity,

For then he is full of matter. Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,

Conspicuous Virtue exposed to Envy. Wears yet a precious jewel in his head :

Adam. What! my young master? O my And this our life, exempt from public haunt,

gentle master, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running O my sweet master! ( you memory

Of old Şir Rowland! why what make you here? Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. Why are you virtuous ? Why do people love I would not change it!

you?

'fliant? Amiens. Happy is your grace,

And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and vaThat can translate the stubbornness of fortune Why would you be so fond to overcome Into so quiet and so sweet a style !

The bony priser of the humorous duke? Reflections on a wounded Siag, and on the Your praise is come too swiftly home before you. melancholy Jaques.

Know you not, master, to some kind of men Come, shall we go and kill as venison: Thoir graces serve them but as enemies?

als,

brooks,

No more do yours; your virtues, gentle master, / Who laid him down, and bask'd him in the sun, Are sanctificd and holy traitors to you.

And rail'd on lady Fortune in good terms Oh! what a world is this, when what is comely | In good set terms and yet a motley fool. Envenoms him that bears it?

1. Gvod-morrow, fool,' quoth I: 'No, Sir,'quoth Resolved Honesty. 1 he,

[fortune.' Orlando. What, wouldst thou have me go • Call me not fool, till Heaven hath sent me and beg my food?

And then he drew a dial from his poke, Or with a base and boisterous sword enforce And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, A thievish living on the common road? Says, very wisely, · It is ten o'clock: [wags : This I must do, or know not what to do 1. Thus we may see' quoth he, how the world Yet this I will not do, do how I can;

• 'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine : I rather will subject me to the malice

• And after one hour more 'twill be eleven : Of a diverted blood, and bloody brother. * And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, Gratitude in an old Servant.

• And then from hour to hour we rot and rot, Adam. But do not so; I have five hundred And thereby hangs a tale' When I did hear crowns,

| The motley fool thus moral on the time, The thrifty hire I say'd under your father, My lungs began to crow like chanticleer, Which I did store, to be my foster nurse

That fools should be so deep contemplative: When service should in my old limbs lie lame, And I did laugh, sans interinission, And unregarded age in corners thrown. An hour by his dial. Take that; and He that doth the ravens feed, 1 Duke. What fool is this? courtier ; Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,

Jaques. O worthy fool! one that had been a Be comfort to my age! Here is the gold; And says, if ladies be but young and fair, All this I give you, let me be your servant: They have the gift to know it: and in his brain, Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit For in my youth Inever did apply

After a voyage, he hath strange places cramma Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; | With observation, the which he vents Nor did I with unbashful forehead woo In mangled forms. Oh that I were a fool! The means of weakness and debility :

I am ambitious for a motley coat !
Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,

A Fool's Liberty of Speech.
Frosty but kindly. Let ine go with you, Duke. Thou shalt have one.
I'll do the service of a younger man,

Jaques. It is my only suit:
In all your business and necessities. [appears Provided that you weed your better judgements

Orlando. Oh! good old man, how well in thee or all opinion, that grows rank in them, The constant service of the antique world, That I am wise. I inust have liberty When servants sweat for duty not for meed! Withal; as large a charter as the wind, Thou art not for the fashion of these times, To blow on whom I please; for so fools have : Where none will stveat but for promotion; And they that are most galled with any folly, And, having that, do choak their service up, They most must laugh. And why, Sir, must Even with the having. It is not so with thee

they so? But, poor old man, thou prun'st a rotten tree, The why is plain as way to parish-church : Thot cannot so much as a blossonı yield, He, whóm a fool doth very wisely hit, In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry. Doth very foolishly, although he smart, But come thy ways, we'll go along together, Not to seem senseless of the bob. If not, And ere we have thy youthful wages spent, | The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd We'll light upon some settled low content. | Even by the squandering glances of the fool.

Adam. Master, go on; and I will follow thee, Invest ine in my motley; give me leave through To the last gasp, with truth and loyalıy To speak my mind, and I will through and From seventeen years till now almost fourscore Cleanse the foul body of th' infected world, Here lived I, but now live here no more. If they will patiently receive my medicine. At seventeen years many their fortunes seek, Duke. Fie on thee I can tell thee what But at fourscore it is too late a week;

thou wouldst do.

[but good ? Yet fortune cannot recompense me better

Jaques. What, for a counter, would I do Than to die well and not my master's debtor. Duke. Most mischievous foul sin in chiding Lover described.

| For thou thyself hast been a libertine, [sin; Oh thou didst then ne'er love so heartily. As sensual as the brutish sting itself: If thou remember'st not the slightest folly And all th' imbossed sores and headed evils, That ever love did make thee run into

That thou with licence of freefoot hast caught, Thou hast not lor' da

Wouldst thou disgorge into the general world. Or if thou hast not sate as I do now,

An Apology for Satire.
Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress' praise, Jaques. Why, who cries out on pride,
Thou hast not lord-

That can therein tax any private party?
Or if thou hast not broke from company Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea,
Abruptly, as my passion now makes me, | Till that the very means do ebb?
Thou hast not loud

What woman in the city do I name,
Description of a Fool,and his Morals on the Time. When that I say, the city woman bears

Jaques. As I do live by food, I met a fool; | The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders?

Who can come in and say that I mean her, Seeking the bubble reputation [justice, When such a one as she, such is her neighbour? | Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the Or what is he of basest function,

In fair round belly with good capon lind, That says, his bravery is not on my cost; With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut (Thinking that I mean him) but therein suits Full of wise saws and modern instances, His folly to the metal of my speech. [wherein And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts There then, how then? What then? let me see Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, My tongue haib wronged him. If it do him with spectacles on 's nose and pouch on's side: right,

His youthful hose, well sar'd, a world 100 wide Then he hath wrong'd himself. If he be free, For his shrunk shanks; and his big manly voice, Why, then, my taxing, like a wild goose, Aies Turning again towards childish treble, pipes Unclaim'd of any man.

And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, Distress prevents Ceremony.

That ends this strange eventful history,
The thorny point Is second childishness, and mere oblivion,
Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
Of smooth cirility.

Ingratitude. A Song.
A tender Petition and Reply.
Orlando. Speak you so gently? Pardon me,

Blow, blow, thou winter-wind,
I pray you:

Thou art not so unkind
I thought that all things had been savage here;

As man's ingratitude: And therefore put I on the countenance

Thy tooth is not so keen, Of stern commandment. But whate'er you are,

Because thou art not seen, That in this desert inaccessible,

Although thy breath be rude. Under the shade of melancholy boughs,

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time;

Thou dost not bite so nigh If ever you have look'd on better days;

As benefits forgot : lfever been where bells hare knoll'd to church;

Tho' thou the waters warp, If ever sat at any good man's feast;

· Thy sting is not so sharp

As friend remember'd not.
Il ever from your eye-lids wip'd a tear,
And know what 'tis to pity and be pitied

Scornful Love.
Let gentleness my strong enforcement be;

Sylvius. The common executioner, la the which hope I blush and hide my sword. Whose heart th'accustom'd sightof death makes Duke. True it is that we have seen beiter days,

hard, And have with holy bell been knolld 'to

Falls not the axe upon the humble neck, church,

But first begs pardon: will you sterner be And sat at good men's feasts: and wip'd our eyes

Than he that dies and lives by bloody drops ? Of drops that sacred pity hath engender'd:

Phæbe. I would not be thy executioner: And therefore sit you down in gentleness,

I fly thee, for I would not injure thee. And take upon command what help we have,

| Thou tell'st me there is murder in mine eye; That to your wanting may be minister'a while, 1 Tis pretty, sure, and very probable,

Orlando. Then but forbear your food a little I That eyes, that are the frail'st and softest things, Whiles, like a doe, I go to find my fawn,

| Who shut their coward gates on atomies, And give it food. There is an old poor man,

Should be call'd tyrants, butchers, murderers! Who after me hath many a weary step

Now I do frown on thee with all my heart; Limpd in pare love; till he be first suffic'd,

1 And, if mine eyes can wound, now let them Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger,

kill thee: I will not touch a bit !.

Now counterfeit to swoon: why now fall down; The World compared to a Stage.

Or, if thou canst not, (), for shame, for shame, Thou see'st we are not all alone unhappy

Lie not, to say mine eyes are murderers. (thee. This wide and universal theatre

Now show the wound mine eye hath made in Presents more woful pageants than the scène

Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remains Wherein we play.

Some scar of it: lean but upon a rush, Jaques. All the world's a stage,

The cicatrice and capable inipressure [eyes, And all the men and women merely players :

Thy palm some moment keeps but now mine They have their exits and their entrances;

| Which I have darted at thee, hurt thee not; And one man in his time plays many parts,

Now, I am sure, there is no force in eyes His acts being seven ages.' At first the infant,

That can do hurt to any. Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms:

Sylvius.

O dear Phæbe, And then the whining school-boy, with his

In his If ever (as that ever may be near) [fancy, satchel

You meet in some fresh cheek ihe power of Apd shining morning face, creeping like snail | Then shall you know the wounds invisible Uswillingly to school. And then the lover,

| That Lore's keen arrows make. Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad

Scorn retorted. Made to his mistress's eye-brow. Then the

Od's my little life! soldier,

I think she means to tangle mine eyes too. Fall of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, No, 'faith, proud mistress : hope not after it. Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, l 'Tis not your inky brows your black silk hair,

her,

Your bugle eye-balls, nor your cheek of cream, And with intended glides did slip away
That can entame my spirits to your worship. Into a bush ; under which bush's shade
You foolish shepherd, wherefore do you follow A lioness, with udders all drawn dry, [watch

Lay couching, head on ground, with cat-like
Like foggy south, puffing with wind and rain! When that the sleeping man should stir; for 'tis
You are a thousand times a properer man T he royal disposition of that beast
Than she a woman : 'Tis such fools as you To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead.
That make the world full of ill-favour'd child-

Conversion. ren.

I do not shame 'Tis not her glass, but you that flatters her;. To tell you what I was, since my conversion And out of you she sees herself more proper

proper So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am. Than any of her lineaments can show her But, inistress, know yourself; down on your

Love. knees

Phæbe. Good shepherd, tell this youth what And thank Heaven, fasting, for a good man's

'tis to love.

(tears; For I must tell you friendly in your ear, [love:

Sylvius. It is to be all made of sighs and Sell when you can, you are not for all markets. It is to be all made of faith and service; Cry the man mercy, love him, take his offer: | It is to be all made of fantasie, Foul is most foul, being foul to be a scoffer. | All made of passion, and all made of wishes : Tender Love.

All adoration, duty, and observance : So holy, and so perfect is my love,

All humbleness, all patience and impatience : And I in such a poverty of grace,

All purity, all trial, all observance. That I shall think it a most plenteous crop The Uncertainty of Opinion in Anxiety. To glean the broken ears after the man

Duke. Dost thou believe, Orlando, that the That the main harvest reaps: loose now and then

boy A scatter'd smile, and that I'll live upon. Can do all this that he hath promised ? Real Love dissembled.

Orlando. I sometimes do believe, and someThink not I love him, though I ask for him ; times do not ; "Tis but a peevish boy:-yet he talks well.- | As those that fear they hope, and know they fear. But what care I for words? Yet words do well,

Song. On Matrimony. When hethatspeaksthem pleases those that hear.

Wedding is great Juno's crown; It is a pretty youth ;--not very pretty ;

! O blessed bond of board and bed! But sure he's proud: and yet his pride becomes

'Tis Hymen peoples every town, him :

High wedlock then be honored : He'll make a proper man: the best thing in him

Honor, high honor and renown,
Is his complexion: and faster than his tongue

To Hymen, god of every town!
Did make offence, his eye did heal it up.
He is not very tall; yet for his years he's tall;

$ 3. THE COMEDY OF ERRORS. His leg is but so so : and yet 'tis well:

SHAKSPEARL. There was a pretty redness in his lip, A little riper and more lusty red

Child-bearing prettily expressed. Than that mix'd in his cheek ; 'twas just the

Herself almost at fainting under difference

The pleasing punishment that women bear. Betwixt the constant red and mingled damask.

Cheats well described. There be some women, Sylvius, had they They say this town is full of cozenage ; mark'd him

As nimble jugglers that deceive the eye, In parcels, as I did, would have gone near Dark-working sorcerers, that change the mind, To fall in love with him; but, for my part, Soul-killing witches, that deform the body, I love him not, nor hate him not; and yet Disguised cheaters, prating mountebanks, I have more cause to hate him than to love him; And many such-like liberties of sin ! For what had he to do to chide at me?

Man's Pre-eminence He said mine eyes were black, and my hair black;

Why head-strong liberty is lash'd with woe, And now I am remember'd, scorn'd at me:

| There's nothing situate under Heaven's eye, I marvel why I answer'd not again; But that's all one; omittance is no quittance.

But hath its bound, in earth, in sea, in sky;

The beasts, the fishes, and the winged fowls, A fine Description of a sleeping Man, about to

Are their males'subjects, and at their controuls. be destroyed by a Snake and a Lioness.

Men, more divine, the master of all these, Under an oak, whose boughs were moss'd

Lords of the wide world, and wild wat'ry seas, with age, And high top bald with high antiquity,

Indued with intellectual sense and souls,

Of more pre-eminence than fish or fowls, A wretched, ragged man, o'ergrown with hair,

| Are masters to their females, and their lords : Lay sleeping on his back; about his neck A green and gilded snake had writh'd itself, Then let your will altend on their accords. Who with her head, nimble in threats, ap-| Patience easier taught than practised. proach'd

Patience unmov'd, no marvel though she The opening of his mouth ; but suddenly

pause; Seeing Orlando, it unlink'd itself,

| They can be meek, that have no other cause,

A wretched soul, bruis'd with adversity, | Against your yet ungalled reputation,
We bid be quiet, when we hear it cry; That may with foul intrusion enter in,
But, were we burden'd with like weight of pain, And dwell upon your grave when you are dead.
As much or more we should ourselves complain. For slander lives upon succession;
Defamation.

For ever hous'd where it once gets possession. I see the jewel best enainelled

Document for Wives, and the ill Effects of Will lose its beauty; and tho' gold bides still,

Jealousy. That others touch; yet often touching will l Abbess. Hath he not lost much wealth by Wear gold. And so no man that hath a name, wreck at sea ? Bat falsehood and corruption doth it shame. Buried some dear friend? Hath not else his eye Wife's Exhortation on a Husband's Infidelitu. I Stray'd his affection in unlawful love? Ay, ay, Antipholus, look strange and frown;

A sin prevailing much in youthful inen, Some other mistress hath thy sweet aspects :

| Who give their eyes the liberty of gazing. I am not Adriana, nor thy wife. [vow

Which of these sorrows is he subject to? The time was once when thou, unurg'd, wouldst

Adriana. To none of these, except it be the That never words were music to thine ear,

last; That never object pleasing in thine eye,

Namely, some love that drew him off from That never touch well welcome to thine hand,

home.

Ted him. That never meat sweet savor'd in thy taste,

Abbess. You should for that have reprehendL'aless I spake, or look’d, or touch'd, or carv'd

Adriana. Why so I did. to thee.

[comes it,

Albess. But not rough enough. [let me. How comes it now, my husband, Oh, how

Adriana. As roughly as my modesty would That thou art thus estranged from thyself?

Abbess. Haply in private. Thyself I call it, being strange to me:

Adriana. And in assemblies too. That, undividable, incorporate,

Abbess. But not enough. Am better than thy dear self's better part.

Adriana. It was the copy of our conference; Ah, do not tear away thyself from me:

Jo bed, he slept not for my urging it; For know, my love, as easy mayșt thou fall

At board, he fed not for my urging it; A drop of water in the breaking gulf,

Alone, it was the subject of my theme: And take unmingled thence that drop again,

In company, I often glanced at it: Without addition or diminishing,

Still did I tell him it was vile and bad. As take from me thyself, and not me too.

Abbess. And therefore came it that the man How dearly would it touch thee to the quick,

was mad. Shouldst thou but hear I were licentious;

" The venom clamors of a jealous woman And that this body consecrate to thee,

Poison more deadly than a mad-dog's tooth. By ruffian lust should be containinate!

It seems his sleeps were hindered by thy railing; Wouldst thou not spit at me, and spurn at me,

And therefore comes it that his head is light. And harl the name of husband in my face,

Thou say'st his meat was sauc'd with thy upAnd tear the stain'd skin off iny harlot brow,

Unquiet meals make ill digestions, [braidings; And from my false hand cut the wedding-ring,

Thereof the raging fire of fever bred; And break it with a deep divorcing vow?

And what's a fever, but a fit of madness? I know thou wouldst; and therefore see thou do Thou say'st his sports were hindered by thy I am possess'd with an adulterate blot, lit.

brawls : My blood is mingled with the crime of lust.

** Sweet recreation barr'd, what doth ensue For if we two be one, and thou play false,

| But moody and dull melancholy, I do digest the poison of thy Aesh,

Kinsman to grim and comfortless despair? Being strunipeted by thy contagion.

And, at her heels, a huge infectious troop

Of pale distemperatures and foes to life.
A Respect to Decency and the Opinion of the
World, an excellent Bulwark to our Virtues.

Ill Deeds and ill Words double Wrong. Have patience, Sir; 0, let it not be so;

'Tis double wrong to truant with your bed, Herein you war against your reputation,

And let her read it in your looks at board : And draw within the compass of suspect

| Shame hath a bastard fame well managed ; Th' ioriolated honor of your wife.

Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word. Once this Your long experience of her wis

Passionate Lover's Address to his Mistress. Her sober virtues, years, and modesty, [dom,

Sing, Syren, for thyself, and I will dote; Plead on her part some cause to you unknown; 1

| Spread o'er the silver waves thy golden hairs. And doubt not, Sir, but she will well excuse

And as a bed I'll take them, and there lie: Why at this time the doors are made against you.

| And in that glorious supposition think Be ruld by me; depart in patience,

Hegains by death, thai hath such means to die. And let us to the Tiger all to dinner;

Description of a leggarly Conjurer, or a ForAnd, about evening, come yourself alone,

tune-Teller. To know the reason of this strange restraint.

A hungry, lean-faced villain, If by strong hand you offer to break in, A mere anatomy, a mountebank, Now in the stirring passage of the day,

A thread-bare juggler, and a fortune-teller, A vulgar comment will be made of it;

A needy, hollow-ey'd, sharp-looking wretch, And that supposed by the common rout | A living dead-man: this pernicious slave,

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