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Enter ROSALIND for Ganymede, CELIA for Aliena, and TOUCHSTONE
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Enter ROSALIND for Ganymede, CELIA for Aliena, and TOUCHSTONE
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ROSALIND O Jupiter, how weary are my spirits!
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ROSALIND O Jupiter, how weary are my spirits!
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TOUCHSTONE I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary.
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TOUCHSTONE I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary.
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ROSALIND I could find in my heart to disgrace my man’s apparel and to cry like a woman, but I must comfort the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to show itself courageous to petticoat. Therefore courage, good Aliena.
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ROSALIND I could find in my heart to disgrace my man’s apparel and to cry like a woman, but I must comfort the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to show itself courageous to petticoat. Therefore courage, good Aliena.
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CELIA I pray you bear with me. I cannot go no further.
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CELIA I pray you bear with me. I cannot go no further.
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TOUCHSTONE For my part, I had rather bear with you than bear you. Yet I should bear no cross if I did bear you, for I think you have no money in your purse.
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TOUCHSTONE For my part, I had rather bear with you than bear you. Yet I should bear no cross if I did bear you, for I think you have no money in your purse.
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ROSALIND Well, this is the Forest of Arden.
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ROSALIND Well, this is the Forest of Arden.
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TOUCHSTONE Ay, now am I in Arden, the more fool I. When I was at home
I was in a better place, but travelers must be content.
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TOUCHSTONE Ay, now am I in Arden, the more fool I. When I was at home
I was in a better place, but travelers must be content.
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ROSALIND Ay, be so, good Touchstone.
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ROSALIND Ay, be so, good Touchstone.
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Enter CORIN and SILVIUS
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Enter CORIN and SILVIUS
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CORIN That is the way to make her scorn you still.
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CORIN That is the way to make her scorn you still.
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SILVIUS O Corin, that thou knew’st how I do love her!
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SILVIUS O Corin, that thou knew’st how I do love her!
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CORIN I partly guess, for I have loved ere now.
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CORIN I partly guess, for I have loved ere now.
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SILVIUS 20 No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess,
Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover
As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow.
But if thy love were ever like to mine—
As sure I think did never man love so—
25 How many actions most ridiculous
Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?
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SILVIUS No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess,
Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover
As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow.
But if thy love were ever like to mine—
As sure I think did never man love so—
How many actions most ridiculous
Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?
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CORIN Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
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CORIN Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
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SILVIUS Oh, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily.
If thou rememb’rest not the slightest folly
30 That ever love did make thee run into,
Thou hast not loved.
Or if thou hast not sat as I do now,
Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress’s praise,
Thou hast not loved.
35 Or if thou hast not broke from company
Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,
Thou hast not loved.
O Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe!
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SILVIUS Oh, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily.
If thou rememb’rest not the slightest folly
That ever love did make thee run into,
Thou hast not loved.
Or if thou hast not sat as I do now,
Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress’s praise,
Thou hast not loved.
Or if thou hast not broke from company
Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,
Thou hast not loved.
O Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe!
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Exit
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Exit
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ROSALIND Alas, poor shepherd, searching of thy wound,
40 I have by hard adventure found mine own.
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ROSALIND Alas, poor shepherd, searching of thy wound,
I have by hard adventure found mine own.
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TOUCHSTONE And I mine. I remember when I was in love I broke my sword upon a stone and bid him take that for coming a- night to Jane Smile. And I remember the kissing of her batler, and the cow’s dugs that her pretty chopped hands had milked. And I remember the wooing of a peascod instead of her, from whom I took two cods and, giving her them again, said with weeping tears, “Wear these for my sake.” We that are true lovers run into strange capers. But as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.
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TOUCHSTONE And I mine. I remember when I was in love I broke my sword upon a stone and bid him take that for coming a- night to Jane Smile. And I remember the kissing of her batler, and the cow’s dugs that her pretty chopped hands had milked. And I remember the wooing of a peascod instead of her, from whom I took two cods and, giving her them again, said with weeping tears, “Wear these for my sake.” We that are true lovers run into strange capers. But as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.
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ROSALIND Thou speak’st wiser than thou art ware of.
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ROSALIND Thou speak’st wiser than thou art ware of.
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TOUCHSTONE Nay, I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it.
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TOUCHSTONE Nay, I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it.
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ROSALIND Jove, Jove, this shepherd’s passion
55 Is much upon my fashion.
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ROSALIND Jove, Jove, this shepherd’s passion
Is much upon my fashion.
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TOUCHSTONE And mine, but it grows something stale with me.
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TOUCHSTONE And mine, but it grows something stale with me.
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CELIA I pray you, one of you question yond man, if he for gold will give us any food. I faint almost to death.
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CELIA I pray you, one of you question yond man, if he for gold will give us any food. I faint almost to death.
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TOUCHSTONE (to CORIN) Holla, you clown!
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TOUCHSTONE (to CORIN) Holla, you clown!
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ROSALIND 60 Peace, fool. He’s not thy kinsman.
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ROSALIND Peace, fool. He’s not thy kinsman.
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CORIN Who calls?
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CORIN Who calls?
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TOUCHSTONE Your betters, sir.
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TOUCHSTONE Your betters, sir.
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CORIN Else are they very wretched.
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CORIN Else are they very wretched.
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ROSALIND Peace, I say. —Good even to you, friend.
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ROSALIND Peace, I say. —Good even to you, friend.
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CORIN 65 And to you, gentle sir, and to you all.
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CORIN And to you, gentle sir, and to you all.
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ROSALIND I prithee, shepherd, if that love or gold
Can in this desert place buy entertainment,
Bring us where we may rest ourselves and feed.
Here’s a young maid with travel much oppressed,
70 And faints for succor.
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ROSALIND I prithee, shepherd, if that love or gold
Can in this desert place buy entertainment,
Bring us where we may rest ourselves and feed.
Here’s a young maid with travel much oppressed,
And faints for succor.
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CORIN Fair sir, I pity her
And wish, for her sake more than for mine own,
My fortunes were more able to relieve her.
But I am shepherd to another man
75 And do not shear the fleeces that I graze.
My master is of churlish disposition
And little recks to find the way to heaven
By doing deeds of hospitality.
Besides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed
80 Are now on sale, and at our sheepcote now,
By reason of his absence, there is nothing
That you will feed on. But what is, come see,
And in my voice most welcome shall you be.
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CORIN Fair sir, I pity her
And wish, for her sake more than for mine own,
My fortunes were more able to relieve her.
But I am shepherd to another man
And do not shear the fleeces that I graze.
My master is of churlish disposition
And little recks to find the way to heaven
By doing deeds of hospitality.
Besides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed
Are now on sale, and at our sheepcote now,
By reason of his absence, there is nothing
That you will feed on. But what is, come see,
And in my voice most welcome shall you be.
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ROSALIND What is he that shall buy his flock and pasture?
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ROSALIND What is he that shall buy his flock and pasture?
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CORIN 85 That young swain that you saw here but erewhile,
That little cares for buying anything.
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CORIN That young swain that you saw here but erewhile,
That little cares for buying anything.
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ROSALIND I pray thee, if it stand with honesty,
Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the flock,
And thou shalt have to pay for it of us.
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ROSALIND I pray thee, if it stand with honesty,
Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the flock,
And thou shalt have to pay for it of us.
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CELIA 90 And we will mend thy wages. I like this place,
And willingly could waste my time in it.
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CELIA And we will mend thy wages. I like this place,
And willingly could waste my time in it.
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CORIN Assuredly the thing is to be sold.
Go with me. If you like upon report
The soil, the profit, and this kind of life,
95 I will your very faithful feeder be
And buy it with your gold right suddenly.
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CORIN Assuredly the thing is to be sold.
Go with me. If you like upon report
The soil, the profit, and this kind of life,
I will your very faithful feeder be
And buy it with your gold right suddenly.
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Exeunt
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Exeunt
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Original Text |
Modern Text |
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Enter ROSALIND for Ganymede, CELIA for Aliena, and TOUCHSTONE
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Enter ROSALIND for Ganymede, CELIA for Aliena, and TOUCHSTONE
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ROSALIND O Jupiter, how weary are my spirits!
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ROSALIND O Jupiter, how weary are my spirits!
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TOUCHSTONE I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary.
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TOUCHSTONE I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary.
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ROSALIND I could find in my heart to disgrace my man’s apparel and to cry like a woman, but I must comfort the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to show itself courageous to petticoat. Therefore courage, good Aliena.
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ROSALIND I could find in my heart to disgrace my man’s apparel and to cry like a woman, but I must comfort the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to show itself courageous to petticoat. Therefore courage, good Aliena.
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CELIA I pray you bear with me. I cannot go no further.
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CELIA I pray you bear with me. I cannot go no further.
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TOUCHSTONE For my part, I had rather bear with you than bear you. Yet I should bear no cross if I did bear you, for I think you have no money in your purse.
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TOUCHSTONE For my part, I had rather bear with you than bear you. Yet I should bear no cross if I did bear you, for I think you have no money in your purse.
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ROSALIND Well, this is the Forest of Arden.
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ROSALIND Well, this is the Forest of Arden.
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TOUCHSTONE Ay, now am I in Arden, the more fool I. When I was at home
I was in a better place, but travelers must be content.
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TOUCHSTONE Ay, now am I in Arden, the more fool I. When I was at home
I was in a better place, but travelers must be content.
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ROSALIND Ay, be so, good Touchstone.
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ROSALIND Ay, be so, good Touchstone.
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Enter CORIN and SILVIUS
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Enter CORIN and SILVIUS
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CORIN That is the way to make her scorn you still.
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CORIN That is the way to make her scorn you still.
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SILVIUS O Corin, that thou knew’st how I do love her!
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SILVIUS O Corin, that thou knew’st how I do love her!
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CORIN I partly guess, for I have loved ere now.
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CORIN I partly guess, for I have loved ere now.
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SILVIUS 20 No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess,
Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover
As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow.
But if thy love were ever like to mine—
As sure I think did never man love so—
25 How many actions most ridiculous
Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?
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SILVIUS No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess,
Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover
As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow.
But if thy love were ever like to mine—
As sure I think did never man love so—
How many actions most ridiculous
Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?
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CORIN Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
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CORIN Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
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SILVIUS Oh, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily.
If thou rememb’rest not the slightest folly
30 That ever love did make thee run into,
Thou hast not loved.
Or if thou hast not sat as I do now,
Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress’s praise,
Thou hast not loved.
35 Or if thou hast not broke from company
Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,
Thou hast not loved.
O Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe!
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SILVIUS Oh, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily.
If thou rememb’rest not the slightest folly
That ever love did make thee run into,
Thou hast not loved.
Or if thou hast not sat as I do now,
Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress’s praise,
Thou hast not loved.
Or if thou hast not broke from company
Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,
Thou hast not loved.
O Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe!
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Exit
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Exit
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ROSALIND Alas, poor shepherd, searching of thy wound,
40 I have by hard adventure found mine own.
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ROSALIND Alas, poor shepherd, searching of thy wound,
I have by hard adventure found mine own.
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TOUCHSTONE And I mine. I remember when I was in love I broke my sword upon a stone and bid him take that for coming a- night to Jane Smile. And I remember the kissing of her batler, and the cow’s dugs that her pretty chopped hands had milked. And I remember the wooing of a peascod instead of her, from whom I took two cods and, giving her them again, said with weeping tears, “Wear these for my sake.” We that are true lovers run into strange capers. But as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.
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TOUCHSTONE And I mine. I remember when I was in love I broke my sword upon a stone and bid him take that for coming a- night to Jane Smile. And I remember the kissing of her batler, and the cow’s dugs that her pretty chopped hands had milked. And I remember the wooing of a peascod instead of her, from whom I took two cods and, giving her them again, said with weeping tears, “Wear these for my sake.” We that are true lovers run into strange capers. But as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.
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ROSALIND Thou speak’st wiser than thou art ware of.
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ROSALIND Thou speak’st wiser than thou art ware of.
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TOUCHSTONE Nay, I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it.
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TOUCHSTONE Nay, I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it.
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ROSALIND Jove, Jove, this shepherd’s passion
55 Is much upon my fashion.
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ROSALIND Jove, Jove, this shepherd’s passion
Is much upon my fashion.
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TOUCHSTONE And mine, but it grows something stale with me.
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TOUCHSTONE And mine, but it grows something stale with me.
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CELIA I pray you, one of you question yond man, if he for gold will give us any food. I faint almost to death.
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CELIA I pray you, one of you question yond man, if he for gold will give us any food. I faint almost to death.
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TOUCHSTONE (to CORIN) Holla, you clown!
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TOUCHSTONE (to CORIN) Holla, you clown!
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ROSALIND 60 Peace, fool. He’s not thy kinsman.
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ROSALIND Peace, fool. He’s not thy kinsman.
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CORIN Who calls?
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CORIN Who calls?
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TOUCHSTONE Your betters, sir.
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TOUCHSTONE Your betters, sir.
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CORIN Else are they very wretched.
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CORIN Else are they very wretched.
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ROSALIND Peace, I say. —Good even to you, friend.
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ROSALIND Peace, I say. —Good even to you, friend.
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CORIN 65 And to you, gentle sir, and to you all.
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CORIN And to you, gentle sir, and to you all.
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ROSALIND I prithee, shepherd, if that love or gold
Can in this desert place buy entertainment,
Bring us where we may rest ourselves and feed.
Here’s a young maid with travel much oppressed,
70 And faints for succor.
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ROSALIND I prithee, shepherd, if that love or gold
Can in this desert place buy entertainment,
Bring us where we may rest ourselves and feed.
Here’s a young maid with travel much oppressed,
And faints for succor.
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|
CORIN Fair sir, I pity her
And wish, for her sake more than for mine own,
My fortunes were more able to relieve her.
But I am shepherd to another man
75 And do not shear the fleeces that I graze.
My master is of churlish disposition
And little recks to find the way to heaven
By doing deeds of hospitality.
Besides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed
80 Are now on sale, and at our sheepcote now,
By reason of his absence, there is nothing
That you will feed on. But what is, come see,
And in my voice most welcome shall you be.
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CORIN Fair sir, I pity her
And wish, for her sake more than for mine own,
My fortunes were more able to relieve her.
But I am shepherd to another man
And do not shear the fleeces that I graze.
My master is of churlish disposition
And little recks to find the way to heaven
By doing deeds of hospitality.
Besides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed
Are now on sale, and at our sheepcote now,
By reason of his absence, there is nothing
That you will feed on. But what is, come see,
And in my voice most welcome shall you be.
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ROSALIND What is he that shall buy his flock and pasture?
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ROSALIND What is he that shall buy his flock and pasture?
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CORIN 85 That young swain that you saw here but erewhile,
That little cares for buying anything.
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CORIN That young swain that you saw here but erewhile,
That little cares for buying anything.
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ROSALIND I pray thee, if it stand with honesty,
Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the flock,
And thou shalt have to pay for it of us.
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ROSALIND I pray thee, if it stand with honesty,
Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the flock,
And thou shalt have to pay for it of us.
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CELIA 90 And we will mend thy wages. I like this place,
And willingly could waste my time in it.
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CELIA And we will mend thy wages. I like this place,
And willingly could waste my time in it.
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CORIN Assuredly the thing is to be sold.
Go with me. If you like upon report
The soil, the profit, and this kind of life,
95 I will your very faithful feeder be
And buy it with your gold right suddenly.
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CORIN Assuredly the thing is to be sold.
Go with me. If you like upon report
The soil, the profit, and this kind of life,
I will your very faithful feeder be
And buy it with your gold right suddenly.
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Exeunt
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Exeunt
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