Cor. No, truly.

Clo. Then thou art damn'd.

Cor. Nay, I hope

Clo. Truly, thou art damn'd, like an ill-roasted egg", all on one fide.

Cor. For not being at Court? your reason.

Clo. Why, if thou never wast at Court, thou never faw'st good manners; if thou never faw'st good manners, then thy manners must be wicked; and wickedness is fin, and fin is damnation: thou art in a parlous state, shepherd.

Cor. Not a whit, Touchstone: those, that are good manners at the Court, are as ridiculous in the Country, as the behaviour of the Country is most mockable at the Court. You told me, you falute not at the Court, but you kifs your hands; that courtesy would be uncleanly, if Courtiers were shepherds.

Clo. Instance, briefly; come, instance.

Cor. Why, we are still handling our ewes; and their fels, you know, are greasy.

Clo. Why, do not your Courtiers' hands sweat? and is not the grease of a mutton as wholesome as the fweat of a man? shallow, shallow! - a better instance, I fay: come.

Cor. Besides, our hands are hard.

Clo. Your lips will feel them the fooner. Shallow again a more founder instance, come.

Cor. And they are often tarr'd over with the surgery of our sheep; and would you have us kiss tarr? the Courtier's hands are perfumed with civet.

Gle. Most shallow man!-thou worms-meat, in respect of a good piece of flesh-indeed!-learn of the wife, and perpend. Civet is of a baser birth than tarr; the very uncleanly flux of a cat. Mend the instance, shepherd.

Cor. You have too courtly a wit for me; I'll rest. Clo. Wilt thou rest damn'd; God help thee, shallow man; God make incision in thee, thou art raw.

Cor. Sir, I am a true labourer, I earn that I eat; get that I wear; owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness; glad of other men's good, content with my harm; and the greatest of my pride is, to see my ewes graze, and my lambs fuck.

Clo. That is another simple sin in you, to bring the ewes and the rams together; and to offer to get your living by the copulation of cattle; to be a bawd to a bell-weather; and to betray a she-lamb of a twelvemonth to a crooked-pated old cuckoldly ram, out of all reafonable match. If thou be'st not damn'd for this, the devil himself will have no shepherds; I cannot fee else how thou shouldst 'scape.

Cor. Here comes young Mr. Ganimed, my new mistress's brother.

Make incifion in thee] To make incifion was a proverbial expression then in vogue for, to make to understand, So in Beaumont and Fletcher's Humourous Lieute

nant.

Angel-ey'd King, vouchsafe at
length thy favour;
And fo proceeds to incifion.-

i. e. to make him understand
what he would be at.

WARBURTON. - O excellent King, 3 Barwd to a Belwether. WeThus he begins, thou life and ther and Ram had anciently the light of creatures.

Tame meaning.

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SCENE IV.

Enter Rosalind, with a paper.

Rof. From the east to western Inde,

No jewel is like Rofalind,

Her worth, being mounted on the wind,
Through all the world bears Rosalind.
All the pictures, fairest limn'd,
Are but black to Rofalind.

Let no face be kept in mind,

But the face of Rofalind.

Clo. I'll rhime you so, eight years together; dinners, and fuppers, and fleeping hours excepted: it is the right butter-woman's rate to market *.

Rof. Out, fool!

Clo. For a taste.

If a hart doth lack a bind,
Let him feek out Rofalind.
If the cat will after kind,
So, be fure, will Rosalind.
Winter-garments must be lin'd,
So must flender Rofalind.
They, that reap, must sheaf and bind;
Then to Cart with Rosalind.

Sweetest nut bath fowrest rind,
Such a nut is Rosalind.
He that sweetest rose will find,
Must find love's prick, and Rofalind.

This is the very false gallop of verses; why do you infect yourself with them?

4 Rate to market. So Sir T. Hanmer. In the former Editions

rank to market.

Rof.

Rof. Peace, you dull fool, I found them on a tree.
Clo. Truly, the tree yields bad fruit.

Rof. I'll graff it with you, and then I shall graff it with a medler; then it will be the earliest fruit i'th' country; for you will be rotten ere you be half ripe, and that's the right virtue of the medler.

Clo. You have faid; but whether wifely or no, let the Foreft judge.

Enter Celia, with a writing.

Rof. Peace, here comes my Sifter reading; stand afide.

Cel. Why should this a Desert be,
For it is unpeopled? No;
Tongues I'll hang on every tree,
That shall civil fayings shows.
Some, how brief the life of man
Runs his erring pilgrimage;
That the stretching of a span
Buckles in his fum of age;
Some of violated vows,

'Twixt the fouls of friend and friend;

But upon the fairest boughs,
Or at every sentence' end?

Will I Rofalinda write;
Teaching all, that read, to know,
This Quinteffence of every Sprite
Heaven would in little show.

That shall civil fayings show.] Civil is here used in the fame sense as when we say civil wifdom or civil life, in opposition to a folitary state, or to the state E 3

of nature. This desart shall not
appear unpeopled, for every tree
shall teach the maxims or inci-
dents of social life,

There

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Therefore heaven nature charg'd',
That one body should be fill'd
With all graces wide enlarg'd;
Nature presently distill'd
Helen's cheeks, but not her heart,
Cleopatra's majesty;
Atalanta's better part';

*Sad Lucretia's modesty.
Thus Rofalind of many parts
By heav'nly fynod was devis'd;
Of many faces, eyes and hearts,
To have the Touches dearest priz'd.
Heav'n would that she these gifts should have,
And I should live and die her slave.

Rof. O most gentle Jupiter'! what tedious ho mily of love have you wearied your Parishioners withall, and never cry'd, Have patience, good people?

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Therefore heaven nature charg'd.] From the picture of Apelles, or the accomplishments of Pandora.

Πανδώρης, ὅτι πάλες ὀλύμπια δώ

ματ ̓ ἔχοντες

Δώρον ἐδώρησαν.
So before,

But thou

better part seems to have been her heels, and the worse part was so bad that Rofalind would not thank her lover for the comparifon. There is a more obscure Atalanta, a Huntress and a Heroine, but of her nothing bad is recorded, and therefore I know not which was the better part.

So perfect, and so peerless art Shakespeare was nodespicable My

counted Of ev'ry creature's best.

Tempest. Perhaps from this passage Swift had his hint of Biddy Floyd.

Atalanta's better part.] I know not well what could be the better part of Atalanta here afcribed to Rofalind. Of the Atalanta most celebrated, and who therefore must be intended here where she has no epithet of difcrimination, the

thologist, yet he seems here to have mistaken some other character for that of Atalanta.

& Sad, is grave, fober, not light. The Touches. The features; les traits.

O most gentle JUPITER! We should read JUNIPER, as the following words shew, alluding to the proverbial term of a Juniper lecture: A sharp or unpleafing one! Juniper being a rough prickly plant. WARBURTON. Surely Jupiter may stand.