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Ros. What shall be our sport then?

Cel. All the better ; we shall be the moro Cel. Shall we sit and mock the good house- marketable. Bon jour, Monsieur Le Beau : wife, Fortune, from her wheel, that her gifts What's the news? may henceforth be bestowed equally.

Le Beau. Fair princess, you have lost much Ros. I would, we could do só; for her bene- good sport. fits are mightily misplaced: and the bountiful Cel. Sport ? of what colour? blind woman doth most mistake in her gitts to Le Beau. What colour, madam ? How shall

I answer you? Cel. "Tis true : for those, that she makes Ros. As wit and fortune will. fair, she scarce makes honest; and those, that Touch. Or the destinies decree. she makes honest, she makes very ill-favour- Cel. Well said ; that was laid on with a edly,

trowel. Ros. Nay, now thou goest from fortune's Touch. Nay, if I keep not my rank,office to nature's : fortune reigns in gifts of the Ros. Thou losest thy old smell. world, not in the lineaments of nature.

Le Beuu. You amaze* me,

ladies: I would Enter ToccustoNE.

have told you of good wrestling, which you

have lost the sight of. Cel. No? When nature hath made a fair Ros. Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling. creature, may she not by fortune fall into the

Le Benu. I will tell you the beginning, and, fire?- Though nature hath given us wit to if it please your laclyships, you may see the fout at fortune, hath not fortune sent in this end; for the best is yet to do; and here, where fool to cut off the argument?

you are, they are coming to perform it. Ros. Indeed, there is fortune too hard for Cel. Well,—the beginning, that is dead and nature; when fortune makes nature's natural buried. the cutter off of nature's wit.

Le Beau. There comes an old man, and his Cel. Peradventure, this is not fortune's work three sons, neither, but nature's; who perceiving our

Cel. I could match this beginning with an natural wits too dull'to reason of such god old tale. desses, hath sent this natural for our whetstone:

Le Beuu. Three proper young men, of exfor always the dulness of the tool is the whet: cellent growth and presence ; stone of his wits.—How now, wit? whither

Ros. With bills on their necks,-Be it knoun wander you?

unto all men by these presents,Touch. Mistress, you must coine away to

Le Benu. The eldest of the three wrestled Four father,

with Charles, the duke's wrestler; which Cel. Were you made the messenger?

Charles in a moment threw hiin, and broke Touch. No, by mine honour; but I was bid three of his ribs, that there is little hope of life to come for you.

in him; so he served the second, and so the Ros. Where learned you that oath, fool?

third: Yonder they lie; the poor old man, Touch. Of a certain knight, that swore by

their father, making such pitiful dole over his honour they were good pancakes, and

them, that all the beholders take his part with wore by his honour the mustard was naught : weeping: Dow, I'li stand to it, the pancakes were naught,

Ros. Alas! and the mustard was good; and yet was not

Touch. But what is the sport, monsieur, that the knight forsworn.

the ladies have lost? Cel. How prove you that, in the great heap

Le Beau. Why, this that I speak of. of your knowledge ?

Touch. Thus men may grow wiser every day! Ros. Ay, marry; now unmuzzle your wisdom. it is the first time that ever I heard, breaking

Touch. Stand you both forth now: stroke of ribs was sport for ladies. your chins, and swear by your beards that I Cel. Or I, i promise thee. an a knave.

Ros. But is there any else longs to see this Cel. By our beards, if we had them, thou art. broken music in his sides? is there yet another Touch. By my knavery, if I had it, then I dotes upon rib-breaking ?-Shall we see this Were : but if you swear by that that is not, wrestling, cousin ? you are not forsworn: no more was the knight, Le Beau. You must, if you stay here : for swearing by his honour, for he never had any; here is the place appointed for the wrestling, or if he had, he had sworn it away, before ever

and they are ready to perform it. be saw those pancakes or that mustard.

Cel. Yonder, sure, they are coming: Let us Cel. Pr’ythee, who is't thou mean'st? now stay and see it. Touch. One that old Frederick, your father, Flourish. Enter Duke Frederick, Lords, ORCel. My father's love is enough to honour

LANDO, CHARLES, and Attendants. him. Enough! speak no more of him; you'll Duke F. Come on; since the youth will not be whipp'd for taxation,* one of these days. be entreated, his own peril on his forwardness. Touch. The more pity, that fools may not

Ros. Is yonder the man? speak wisely, what wise men do foolishly. Le Beau. Even he, madam.

Cel. By my troth, thou say'st true: for since Cel. Alas, he is too young: yet he looks sucthe little wit, that fools have, was silenced, cessfully: the little foolery, that wise men have, makes a Duke F. How now, daughter, and cousin ? great show, Here comes Monsieur Le Beau. are you crept hither to see the wrestling ?

Ros. Ay, my liege? so please you give us Enter LE BEAU.

leave. Ros. With his mouth full of news.

Duke F. You will take little delight in it, I Cel. Which he will put on us, as pigeons can tell you, there is such odds in the men: In

pity of the challenger's youth, I would faiņ disRos. Then shall we be news-cramm’d. suade him, but he will not be entreated:


feed their young;

* Satire

* Perples, confuse.

Speak to him, ladies; see if you can move | Hadst thou descended from another house. him.

But fare thee well; thou art a gallant youth; Cel. Call him hither, good Monsieur Le Beau. I would, thou hadst told me of another father. Duke F. Do so : I'll not be by.

(Ereunt Duke Fred. Train, and LE BEAU.

(DUKE goes apart. Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do this? Le Beau. Monsieur the challenger, the prin- Orl. I am more proud to be Sir Rowland's cesses call for you.


[calling, Orl. I attend them, with all respect and duty. His youngest son ;-and would not change that Ros. Young man, have you challenged To be adopted heir to Frederick. Charles the wrestler ?

Ros. My father loved Sir Rowland as his soul, Orl. No, fair princess; he is the general chal. And all the world was of my father's mind: lenger: I come but in, as others do, to try with Had I before known this young man his son, him the strength of my youth.

I should have given him tears unto entreaties, Cel. Young gentleman, your spirits are too Ere he should thus have ventur'd. bold for your years : You have seen cruel proof Cel. Gentle cousin, of this man's strength : if you saw yourself Let us go thank him, and encourage him: with your eyes, or knew yourself with your My father's rough and envious disposition judgement, the fear of your adventure would Sticks me at heart.-Sir,you have well deserv'd: counsel you to a more equal enterprise. We If you do keep your promises in love, pray you, for your own sake, to embrace your But justly, as you have exceeded promise, own safety, and give over this attempt. Your mistress shall be happy.

Ros. Do, young Sir; your reputation shall Ros. Gentleman, not therefore be misprized: we will make it

[Giving him a chain from her neck. our suit to the duke, that the wrestling might Wear this for me, one out of suits with fornot go forward.

tune ;t

(means.Orl. I beseech you, punish me not with your That could give more, but that her hand lacks hard thoughts; wherein I confess me much Shall we go, coz? guilty, to deny so fair and excellent ladies any Cel. Ay :-Fare you well, fair gentleman. thing. But let your fair eyes, and gentle Orl. Can I not say, I thank you ? My better wishes, go with me to my trial: wherein if I be

parts foiled, there is but one shamed that was never Are all thrown down; and that which here gracious; if killed, but one dead that is willing

stands up, to be so: I shall do my friends no wrong, for Is but a quintain, a mere lifeless block. I have none to lament me; the world no in- Ros. He calls us back : My pride fell with jury, for in it I have nothing; only in the world

my fortunes :

(Sir ?I fill up a place, which may be better supplied I'll ask him what he would :-Did you call, when I have made it empty:

Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown Ros. The little strength that I have, I would More than your enemies. it were with you.

Cel. Will you go, coz? Cel. And mine, to eke out hers.

Ros. Have with you :-Fare you well. Ros. Fare you well. Pray heaven, I be de

[Exeunt RosALIND and Celia. ceived in you!

Orl. What passion hangs these weights upon Cel. Your heart's desires be with you.

my tongue ? Cha. Come, where is this young gallant, that I cannot speak to her, yet she urg'd conference, is so desirous to lie with his mother earth? Orl. Ready, Sir; but his will hath in it a

Re-enter Le Beau. more modest working:

O poor Orlando ! thou art overthrown; Duke F. You shall try but one fall.

Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thee. Cha. No, I warrant your grace; you shall Le Beau. Good Sir, I do in friendship coun , not entreat him to a second, that have so mightily persuaded him from a first.

To leave this place : Albeit, you have desery'd Orl. You mean to mock me after; you should High commendation, true applause, and love; not have mocked me before: but come your Yet such is now the duke's condition, ģ ways.

That he misconstrues all that you have done. Ros. Now, Hercules be thy speed, young The duke is humorous; what he is, indeed, man!

More suits you to conceive, than me to speak Cel. I would I were invisible, to catch the strong fellow by the leg.

Orl. I thank you, Sir; and, pray you, tell (CHARLES and ORLANDO wrestle.

me this; Ros. O excellent young man !

Which of the two was daughter of the duke Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I That here was at the wrestling ? can tell who should down.

Le Beau. Neither his daughter, if we judge (CHARLES is throun. Shout.

by manners ; Duke F. No more, no more.

But yet, indeed, the shorter is his daughter: Ort. Yes, I beseech your grace; I am not The other is daughter to the banish'd duke yet well breathed.

And here detain'd by her, usurping uncle, Duke F. How dost thou, Charles ?

To keep his daughter company; whose loves Le Beau. He cannot speak, my lord.

Are dearer than the natural bond of sisters. Duke F. Bear him away. (Chiarles is borne But I can tell you, that of late this duke out.) What is thy name, young man ?

Hath ta’en displeasure'gainst his gentle niece Orl. Orlando, my liege; the youngest son Grounded upon no other argument, of Sir Rowland'de Bois.

But that the people praise her for her virtues, Duke F. I would, thou hadst been son to And pity her for her good father's sake; some man else.

And, on my lite, his malice 'gainst the lady The world esteem'd thy father honourable, But I did find him still mine enemy: [deed,

* Appellation. + Turned out of her service.

t'l he object to dart at in martial exercises. Thou shouldst have better pleas'd me with this Temper, disposition,

sel you


Will suddenly break forth.--Sir, fare you well; / They are as innocent as grace itself:-
Hereafter, in a better world than this, Let it suflice thee, that I trust thee not.
I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a
Orl. I rest much bounden to you: fare you


[E.rit Le Beau. Tell me, whereon the likelihood depends. Thus must I from the smoke unto the smother; Duke F. Thou art thy father's daughter, From tyrant duke, unto a tyrant brother:

there's enough. But heavenly Rosalind!

(Exit. Ros. So was I, when your highness took his

dukedom; SCENE III.A Room in the Palace.

So was I, when your highness banish'd him: Enter Celia and ROSALIND.

Treason is not inherited, my lord;

Or, if we did derive it from our friends, Cel. Why, cousin; why, Rosalind ;-Cupid What's that to me? my father was no traitor: have mercy - Not a word ?

Then, good my liege, mistake me not so much, Ros. Not one to throw at a dog.

To think my poverty is treacherous. Cel. No, thy words are too precious to be Cel. Dear sovereign, hear me speak. cast away upon curs, throw some of them at Duke F. Ay, Celia; we stay'd her for your me ; come, lame me with reasons.

sake, Ros. Then there were two cousins laid up; Else had she with her father rang'd along. when the one should be lamed with reasons, Cel. I did not then entreat to have her stay, and the other mad without any.

It was your pleasure, and your own remorse; Cel. But is all this for your father?

I was too young that time to value her, Ros. No, some of it for my child's father: 0, But now I know her: if she be a traitor, how full of briers is this working-day world!' Why so am I; we still have slept together,

Cel. They are but burs, cousin, thrown upon Rose at an instant, learn’d, play'd, eat together; thee in holiday foolery ; if we walk not in the And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans, trodden paths, our very petticoats will catch Still we went coupled, and inseparable. them.

Duke F. She is too subtle for thee; and her Ros. I could shake them off my coat; these

smoothness, burs are in my heart.

Her very silence, and her patience, Cel. Hem them away.

Speak to the people, and they pity her. Ros. I would try; if I could cry hem, and Thou art a fool: 'she robs thee of thy name; have him.

And thou wilt show more bright, and seem Cel. Come, come, wrestle with thy affections.

more virtuous, Ros. O, they take the part of a better wrestler When she is gone: then open not thy lips ; than myself,

Firm and irrevocable is my doom Cel. O, a good wish upon you! you will try which I have pass’d upon her; she is banish'd. in time, in despite of a fall.--But, turning Cel. Pronounce that sentence then on me, my these jests out of service, let us talk in good I cannot live out of her company. [liege; earnest: Is it possible, on such a sudden, you Duke F. You are a fool :- You, niece, proshould fall into so strong a liking with old Sir vide yourself; Rowland's youngest son.

If you out-stay the time, upon mine honour, Ros. The duke my father loved his father And in the greatness of my word, you die. dearly.

[Ereunt Duke FREDERICK and Lords. Cel. Doth it therefore ensue, that you should Cel. O, my poor Rosalind! whither wilt thou love his son dearly? By this kind of chase, I should hate bim, for my father hated his father Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee mine. dearly;* yet I hate not Orlando.

I charge thee, be not thou more griev'd than I Ros. No 'faith, hate him not, for my sake.

Cel. Why should I not? doth he not deserve Ros. I have more cause. well?

Cel. Thou hast not, cousin; Ros. Let me love him for that; and do you Pr’ythee, be cheerful: know'st thou not, the love him, because I do :-Look, here comes the Hath banish'd me his daughter ? [duke duke.

Ros. That he hath not. Cel. With his eyes full of anger.

Cel. No? hath not ? Rosalind lacks then the

love Enter Duke FreDERICK, with Lords.

Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one: Duke F. Mistress, despatch you with your Shall we be sunder'd ? shall we part, sweet girl? safest haste,

No; let my father seek another heir. And get you from our court.

Therefore devise with me, how we may fly, Ros. Me, uncle?

Whither to go, and what to bear with us: Duke F. You, cousin;

And do not seek to take your change upon you, Within these ten days it' that thou be'st found To bear your griefs yourself, and leave me out; So near our public court as twenty miles, For, by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale, Thou diest for it.

Say what thou canst, I'll go along with thee. Ros. I do beseech your grace,

Ros. Why, whither shall we go? Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with Cel. To seek my uncle. If with myself I hold intelligence, (me: Ros. Alas, what danger will it be to us, Or have acquaintance with mine own desires; Maids as we are, to travel forth so far? If that I do not dream, or be not frantic, Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. (As I do trust I am not,) then, dear uncle, Cel. I'll put myself in poor and mean attire, Never, so much as in a thought unborn, And with a kind of umbert smirch my face; Did I offend your highness.

The like do you ; so shall we pass along, Duke F. Thus do all traitors;

And never stir assailants. If their purgation did consist in words,

Ros. Were it not better,



* Inveterately.

* Compassion.

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Because that I am more than common tall, That their discharge did stretch his leathern
That I did suit me all points like a man?
A gallant curtle-ax* upon my thigh,

Almost to bursting; and the big round tears
A boar-spear in my hand; and (in my heart Cours'd one another down his innocent nose
Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will,) In piteous chase: and thus the hairy fool,
We'll have a swashingt and a martial outside; Much marked of the melancholy Jaques,
As many other mannish cowards have, Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook,
That do outface it with their semblances. Augmenting it with tears.
Cel. What shall I call thee, when thou art a Duke S. But what said Jaques ?
man ?

Did he not moralize this spectacle ?
Ros. I'll have no worse a name than Jove's 1 Lord. O, yes, into a thousand similes.

First, for his weeping in the needless stream;
And therefore look you call me, Ganymede. Poor deer, quoth he, thou mak'st a testament
But what will you be call'd ?

As worldings do, giving thy sum of more Cel. Something that hath a reference to my To that which had too much? Then, being alone, No longer Celia, but Aliena.

[state; Left and abandon d of his velvet friends; Ros. But, cousin, what if we assay'd to steal 'Tis right, quoth he; this misery doth part The clownish fool out of your father's court? The flux of compuny: Anon, a careless herd, Would he not be a comfort to our travel ? Full of the pasture, jumps along by him, Cel. He'll go along o'er the wide world with And never stays to greet him ; Ay, quoth me;

Sweep on, you fut and greasy citizens ; Jaques, Leave me alone to woo him: Let's away, 'Tis just the fashion : Wherefore do you look And get our jewels and our wealth together; Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there? Devise the fittest time, and safest way

Thus most invectively he pierceth through
To hide us from pursuit that will be made The body of the country, city, court,
After my flight: Now go we in content, Yea, and of this our life : swearing, that we
To liberty, and not to banishment. [Exeunt. Are mere usurpers, tyrants, and what's worse,

To fright the animals, and to kill them up,

In their assign'd and 'native dwelling place.
SCENE 1.The Forest of Arden.

Duke S. And did you leave him in this conEnter DUKE senior, AMEINS, and other LORDS,

templation ? in the dress of Foresters.

2 Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and comUpon the sobbing'deer.

(menting Duke S. Now, my co-mates, and brothers in Duke S. Show me the place; exile,

I love to cope* him in these sullen fits,
Hath not old custom made this life more sweet For then he's full of matter.
Than that of painted pomp? Are not these 2 Lord. I'll bring you to him straight.

(Ereunt. More free from peril than the envious court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,

SCENE II.-A Room in the Palace.
The seasons' difference; as, the icy fang,
And churlish chiding of the winter's wind;

Enter Duke FREDERICK,LORDS, and Attendants. Which when it bites and blows upon my body,

Duke F. Can it be possible, that no man saw Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, Are of consent and sufferance in this..

It cannot be : some villains of my court [them? This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.

1 Lord. I cannot hear of any that did see Sweet are the uses of adversity;

The ladies, her attendants of her chamber, [her. Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,

Saw her a-bed; and, in the morning early, Wears yet a precious jewel in bis head: They found the bed untreasur'd of their mis.

tress. And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running 2 Lord. My lord, the roynish + clown, at brooks,

whom so oft Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.

Your grace was wont to laugh, is also missing. Ami. I would not change it: Happy is your Hesperia, the princess' gentlewoman, grace,

Confesses, that she secretly o'erheard That can translate the stubbornness of fortune Your daughter and her cousin much commend Into so quiet and so sweet a style.

The parts and graces of the wrestler Duke Š. Come, shall we go and kill us veni- That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles; son?

And she believes, wherever they are gone, And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools,That youth is surely in their company. Being pative burghers of this desert city,

Duke F. Send to his brother ; fetch that galShould, in their own confines, with forked

lant hither; Have their round haunches gor'd. [heads

If he be absent, bring his brother to me, 1 Lord. Indeed, my lord,

I'll make him find him: do this suddenly; The melancholy Jaques grieves at that;

And let not search and inquisition quail :
And, in that kind, swears you do more usurp

To bring again these foolish runaways.
Than doth your brother that hath banish'd you.
To-day, my lord of Amiens, and myself,
Did steal behind him, as he lay along

SCENE III.-Before Oliver's House.
Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out

Enter ORLANDO and Adam, meeting. Upon the brook that brawls along this wood: Orl, Who's there? To the which place a poor sequester'd stag, Adam. What! my young master 2-0, my That from the hunters' aim had ta'en a hurt,

gentle master, Did come to languish; and, indeed, my lord, o, my sweet master, 6 you memory Ś The wretched animal heay'd forth such groans,

† Scurry. Cutlass. + Swaggering. Barbed arrows.


Sink into dejection.


* Encounter.


Of old Sir Rowland ! why, what make you here? To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty.-
Why are you virtuous ? Why do people love From seventeen years till now almost fourscore
you ?

[liant? Here lived I, but now live here no more.
And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and va- At seventeen years many their fortunes seek;
Why would you be so fond* to overcome But at fourscore, it is too late a week :
The bony prizer of the humorous duke? Yet fortune cannot recompense me better,
Your praise is come too swiftly home before you. Than to die well, and not my master's debtor.
Know you not, master, to some kind of men

Their graces serve them but as enemies ?
No more do yours ; your virtues, gentle master,

SCENE IV.- The Forest of Arden.
Are sanctified and holy traitors to you.

Enter Rosalind in Boy's clothes ; Celia dressed
0, what a world is this, when what is comely
Enrenoms him that bears it ?

like a Shepherdess, and TouchsTONE. Orl. Why, what's the matter ?

Ros. O Jupiter! how weary are my spirits !
Adam. O unhappy youth,

Touch. I care not for my spirits, if my legs
Come not within these doors; within this roof were not weary.
The enemy of all your graces lives :

Ros. I could find in my heart to disgrace my
Your brotherno, no brother; yet the son- man's apparel, and to cry like a woman : but
Yet not the son ;-I will not call him son- I must comfort the weaker vessel, as doublet
Of him I was about to call his father,) and hose ought to show itself courageous to
Hath heard your praises; and this night he petticoat: therefore, courage, good Aliena.

Cel. I pray you, bear with me; I cannot go
To burn the lodging where you use to lie, no further.
And you within
it: if he fail of that,

Touch. For my part, I had rather bear with
He will have other means to cut you off: you, than bear you : yet I should bear no
I overbeard him, and his practices.

cross,* if I did bear you ; for, I think, you This is no place, this house is but a butchery; have no money in your purse. Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it.

Ros. Well, this is the forest of Arden. Orl. Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou Touch. Ay, now am I in Arden: the more have me go?

fool I ; when I was at home, I was in a better Adam. No matter whither, so you come not place; but travellers must be content. here,

Ros. Ay, be so, good Touchstone:-Look Orl. What, wouldst thou have me go and you, who comes here; a young man, and an beg my food ?

old, in solemn talk.
Or, with a base and boisterous sword, enforce

A thievish living on the common road ?
This I must do, or know not what to do: Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you
Yet this I will not do, do how I can;

I rather will subject me to the malice

Sil. O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do Of a diverted blood, and bloody brother.

love her! Adam. But do not so: I have five hundred Cor. I partly guess; for I have lov'd ere now. crowns,

Sil. No, Corin, being old, thou canst not
The thrifty hire I sav'd under your father,

Which I did store, to be my foster-nurse, Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover
When service should in my old limbs lie lame, As ever sigh'd upon a midnight pillow:
And unregarded age in corners thrown; But if thy love were ever like to mine,
Take that: and He that doth the ravens feed,(As sure I think did never man love so,)
Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, How many actions most ridiculous
Be comfort to my age! Here is the gold; Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?
All this I give you: Let me be your servant; Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty : Sil. O, thou didst then ne'er love so heartly:
For in my youth I never did apply

If thou remember'st not the slightest folly
Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; That ever love did make thee run into,
Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo Thou hast not lov'd:
The means of weakness and debility; Or if thou hast not sat as I do now,
Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Wearying thy hearer in tby mistress' praise,
Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you ; Thou hast not lov'd:
I'll do the service of a younger man

Or if thou hast not broke from company,
In all your business and necessities.

Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,
Orl. O good old man; how well in thee ap- Thou hast not lov'd: 0 Phebe, Phebe, Phebe!

[Exit Silvius. The constant service of the antique world, Ros. Alas, poor shepherd ! searching of thy When service sweat for duty, not for meed!

Thon art not for the fashion of these times, I have by hard adventure found mine own.
Where none will sweat, but for promotion ; Touch. And I mine : I remember, when I
And having that, do choke their service up was in love, I broke my sword upon a stone,
Even with the having : it is not so with thee. and bid him take that for coming anight to
Bat, poor old man, thou prun'st a rotten tree, Jane Smile: and I remember the kissing of
That cannot so much as a blossom yield, her batlet, t and the cow's dugs that her pretty
In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry: chopp'd hands had milk'd: and I remember
But come thy ways, we'll go along together; the wooing of a peascod instead of her; from
And ere we have thy youthful wages spent, whom I took two cods, and, giving her them
We'll light upon some settled low content.

again, said with weeping tears, Wear these for Adam, Master, go on; and I will follow thee,

* A piece of money stamped with a cross. * Inconsiderate. + Mansion, residence.

+ In the night. Blood turned from its natural course.

1 The instrument with which washers beat clothes.

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