as
you
like
it
by
william
shakespeare
living
in
exile
his
brother
and
usurper
of
his
dominions
lord
attending
on
the
banished
duke
a
courtier
attending
upon
frederick
wrestler
to
frederick
son
of
sir
rowland
de
boys
servant
to
oliver
the
court
jester
a
vicar
shepherd
a
country
fellow
in
love
with
audrey
person
representing
daughter
to
the
banished
duke
daughter
to
frederick
a
shepherdes
a
country
wench
lords
pages
foresters
and
attendants
house
court
and
the
forest
of
arden
orchard
of
house
enter
and
as
remember
adam
it
was
upon
this
fashion
bequeathed
me
by
will
but
poor
a
thousand
crowns
and
as
thou
say'st
charged
my
brother
on
his
blessing
to
breed
me
well
and
there
begins
my
sadness
my
brother
jaques
he
keeps
at
school
and
report
speaks
goldenly
of
his
profit
for
my
part
he
keeps
me
rustically
at
home
or
to
speak
more
properly
stays
me
here
at
home
unkept
for
call
you
that
keeping
for
a
gentleman
of
my
birth
that
differs
not
from
the
stalling
of
an
ox
his
horses
are
bred
better
for
besides
that
they
are
fair
with
their
feeding
they
are
taught
their
manage
and
to
that
end
riders
dearly
hir'd
but
his
brother
gain
nothing
under
him
but
growth
for
the
which
his
animals
on
his
dunghills
are
as
much
bound
to
him
as
besides
this
nothing
that
he
so
plentifully
gives
me
the
something
that
nature
gave
me
his
countenance
seems
to
take
from
me
he
lets
me
feed
with
his
hinds
bars
me
the
place
of
a
brother
and
as
much
as
in
him
lies
mines
my
gentility
with
my
education
this
is
it
adam
that
grieves
me
and
the
spirit
of
my
father
which
think
is
within
me
begins
to
mutiny
against
this
servitude
will
no
longer
endure
it
though
yet
know
no
wise
remedy
how
to
avoid
it
enter
yonder
comes
my
master
your
brother
go
apart
adam
and
thou
shalt
hear
how
he
will
shake
me
up
retires
now
sir
what
make
you
here
nothing
am
not
taught
to
make
any
thing
what
mar
you
then
sir
marry
sir
am
helping
you
to
mar
that
which
god
made
a
poor
unworthy
brother
of
yours
with
idleness
marry
sir
be
better
employed
and
be
nought
awhile
shall
keep
your
hogs
and
eat
husks
with
them
what
prodigal
portion
have
spent
that
should
come
to
such
penury
know
you
where
you
are
sir
sir
very
well
here
in
your
orchard
know
you
before
whom
sir
ay
better
than
him
am
before
knows
me
know
you
are
my
eldest
brother
and
in
the
gentle
condition
of
blood
you
should
so
know
me
the
courtesy
of
nations
allows
you
my
better
in
that
you
are
the
firstborn
but
the
same
tradition
takes
not
away
my
blood
were
there
twenty
brothers
betwixt
us
have
as
much
of
my
father
in
me
as
you
albeit
confess
your
coming
before
me
is
nearer
to
his
reverence
what
boy
strikes
him
come
come
elder
brother
you
are
too
young
in
this
wilt
thou
lay
hands
on
me
villain
am
no
villain
am
the
youngest
son
of
sir
rowland
de
boys
he
was
my
father
and
he
is
thrice
a
villain
that
says
such
a
father
begot
villains
wert
thou
not
my
brother
would
not
take
this
hand
from
thy
throat
till
this
other
had
pull'd
out
thy
tongue
for
saying
so
thou
has
rail'd
on
thyself
coming
forward
sweet
masters
be
patient
for
your
father's
remembrance
be
at
accord
let
me
go
say
will
not
till
please
you
shall
hear
me
my
father
charg'd
you
in
his
will
to
give
me
good
education
you
have
train'd
me
like
a
peasant
obscuring
and
hiding
from
me
all
gentlemanlike
qualities
the
spirit
of
my
father
grows
strong
in
me
and
will
no
longer
endure
it
therefore
allow
me
such
exercises
as
may
become
a
gentleman
or
give
me
the
poor
allottery
my
father
left
me
by
testament
with
that
will
go
buy
my
fortunes
and
what
wilt
thou
do
beg
when
that
is
spent
well
sir
get
you
in
will
not
long
be
troubled
with
you
you
shall
have
some
part
of
your
will
pray
you
leave
me
no
further
offend
you
than
becomes
me
for
my
good
get
you
with
him
you
old
dog
is
'old
dog
my
reward
most
true
have
lost
my
teeth
in
your
service
god
be
with
my
old
master
he
would
not
have
spoke
such
a
word
exeunt
and
is
it
even
so
begin
you
to
grow
upon
me
will
physic
your
rankness
and
yet
give
no
thousand
crowns
neither
holla
dennis
enter
calls
your
worship
not
charles
the
duke's
wrestler
here
to
speak
with
me
so
please
you
he
is
here
at
the
door
and
importunes
access
to
you
call
him
in
exit
'twill
be
a
good
way
and
tomorrow
the
wrestling
is
enter
good
morrow
to
your
worship
good
monsieur
charles
what's
the
new
news
at
the
new
court
there's
no
news
at
the
court
sir
but
the
old
news
that
is
the
old
duke
is
banished
by
his
younger
brother
the
new
duke
and
three
or
four
loving
lords
have
put
themselves
into
voluntary
exile
with
him
whose
lands
and
revenues
enrich
the
new
duke
therefore
he
gives
them
good
leave
to
wander
can
you
tell
if
rosalind
the
duke's
daughter
be
banished
with
her
father
no
for
the
duke's
daughter
her
cousin
so
loves
her
being
ever
from
their
cradles
bred
together
that
she
would
have
followed
her
exile
or
have
died
to
stay
behind
her
she
is
at
the
court
and
no
less
beloved
of
her
uncle
than
his
own
daughter
and
never
two
ladies
loved
as
they
do
where
will
the
old
duke
live
they
say
he
is
already
in
the
forest
of
arden
and
a
many
merry
men
with
him
and
there
they
live
like
the
old
robin
hood
of
england
they
say
many
young
gentlemen
flock
to
him
every
day
and
fleet
the
time
carelessly
as
they
did
in
the
golden
world
what
you
wrestle
tomorrow
before
the
new
duke
marry
do
sir
and
came
to
acquaint
you
with
a
matter
am
given
sir
secretly
to
understand
that
your
younger
brother
orlando
hath
a
disposition
to
come
in
disguis'd
against
me
to
try
a
fall
tomorrow
sir
wrestle
for
my
credit
and
he
that
escapes
me
without
some
broken
limb
shall
acquit
him
well
your
brother
is
but
young
and
tender
and
for
your
love
would
be
loath
to
foil
him
as
must
for
my
own
honour
if
he
come
in
therefore
out
of
my
love
to
you
came
hither
to
acquaint
you
withal
that
either
you
might
stay
him
from
his
intendment
or
brook
such
disgrace
well
as
he
shall
run
into
in
that
it
is
thing
of
his
own
search
and
altogether
against
my
will
charles
thank
thee
for
thy
love
to
me
which
thou
shalt
find
will
most
kindly
requite
had
myself
notice
of
my
brother's
purpose
herein
and
have
by
underhand
means
laboured
to
dissuade
him
from
it
but
he
is
resolute
i'll
tell
thee
charles
it
is
the
stubbornest
young
fellow
of
france
full
of
ambition
an
envious
emulator
of
every
man's
good
parts
a
secret
and
villainous
contriver
against
me
his
natural
brother
therefore
use
thy
discretion
had
as
lief
thou
didst
break
his
neck
as
his
finger
and
thou
wert
best
look
to't
for
if
thou
dost
him
any
slight
disgrace
or
if
he
do
not
mightily
grace
himself
on
thee
he
will
practise
against
thee
by
poison
entrap
thee
by
some
treacherous
device
and
never
leave
thee
till
he
hath
ta'en
thy
life
by
some
indirect
means
or
other
for
assure
thee
and
almost
with
tears
speak
it
there
is
not
one
so
young
and
so
villainous
this
day
living
speak
but
brotherly
of
him
but
should
anatomize
him
to
thee
as
he
is
must
blush
and
weep
and
thou
must
look
pale
and
wonder
am
heartily
glad
came
hither
to
you
if
he
come
tomorrow
i'll
give
him
his
payment
if
ever
he
go
alone
again
i'll
never
wrestle
for
prize
more
and
so
god
keep
your
worship
exit
farewell
good
charles
now
will
stir
this
gamester
hope
shall
see
an
end
of
him
for
my
soul
yet
know
not
why
hates
nothing
more
than
he
yet
he's
gentle
never
school'd
and
yet
learned
full
of
noble
device
of
all
sorts
enchantingly
beloved
and
indeed
so
much
in
the
heart
of
the
world
and
especially
of
my
own
people
who
best
know
him
that
am
altogether
misprised
but
it
shall
not
be
so
long
this
wrestler
shall
clear
all
nothing
remains
but
that
kindle
the
boy
thither
which
now
i'll
go
about
exit
lawn
before
the
palace
enter
and
pray
thee
rosalind
sweet
my
coz
be
merry
dear
celia
show
more
mirth
than
am
mistress
of
and
would
you
yet
were
merrier
unless
you
could
teach
me
to
forget
a
banished
father
you
must
not
learn
me
how
to
remember
any
extraordinary
pleasure
herein
see
thou
lov'st
me
not
with
the
full
weight
that
love
thee
if
my
uncle
thy
banished
father
had
banished
thy
uncle
the
duke
my
father
so
thou
hadst
been
still
with
me
could
have
taught
my
love
to
take
thy
father
for
mine
so
wouldst
thou
if
the
truth
of
thy
love
to
me
were
so
righteously
temper'd
as
mine
is
to
thee
well
will
forget
the
condition
of
my
estate
to
rejoice
in
yours
you
know
my
father
hath
no
child
but
nor
none
is
like
to
have
and
truly
when
he
dies
thou
shalt
be
his
heir
for
what
he
hath
taken
away
from
thy
father
perforce
will
render
thee
again
in
affection
by
mine
honour
will
and
when
break
that
oath
let
me
turn
monster
therefore
my
sweet
rose
my
dear
rose
be
merry
from
henceforth
will
coz
and
devise
sports
let
me
see
what
think
you
of
falling
in
love
marry
prithee
do
to
make
sport
withal
but
love
no
man
in
good
earnest
nor
no
further
in
sport
neither
than
with
safety
of
a
pure
blush
thou
mayst
in
honour
come
off
again
what
shall
be
our
sport
then
let
us
sit
and
mock
the
good
housewife
fortune
from
her
wheel
that
her
gifts
may
henceforth
be
bestowed
equally
would
we
could
do
so
for
her
benefits
are
mightily
misplaced
and
the
bountiful
blind
woman
doth
most
mistake
in
her
gifts
to
women
'tis
true
for
those
that
she
makes
fair
she
scarce
makes
honest
and
those
that
she
makes
honest
she
makes
very
illfavouredly
nay
now
thou
goest
from
fortune's
office
to
nature's
fortune
reigns
in
gifts
of
the
world
not
in
the
lineaments
of
nature
enter
no
when
nature
hath
made
a
fair
creature
may
she
not
by
fortune
fall
into
the
fire
though
nature
hath
given
us
wit
to
flout
at
fortune
hath
not
fortune
sent
in
this
fool
to
cut
off
the
argument
indeed
there
is
fortune
too
hard
for
nature
when
fortune
makes
nature's
natural
the
cutteroff
of
nature's
wit
peradventure
this
is
not
fortune's
work
neither
but
nature's
who
perceiveth
our
natural
wits
too
dull
to
reason
of
such
goddesses
and
hath
sent
this
natural
for
our
whetstone
for
always
the
dullness
of
the
fool
is
the
whetstone
of
the
wits
how
now
wit
whither
wander
you
mistress
you
must
come
away
to
your
father
were
you
made
the
messenger
no
by
mine
honour
but
was
bid
to
come
for
you
where
learned
you
that
oath
fool
of
a
certain
knight
that
swore
by
his
honour
they
were
good
pancakes
and
swore
by
his
honour
the
mustard
was
naught
now
i'll
stand
to
it
the
pancakes
were
naught
and
the
mustard
was
good
and
yet
was
not
the
knight
forsworn
how
prove
you
that
in
the
great
heap
of
your
knowledge
ay
marry
now
unmuzzle
your
wisdom
stand
you
both
forth
now
stroke
your
chins
and
swear
by
your
beards
that
am
a
knave
by
our
beards
if
we
had
them
thou
art
by
my
knavery
if
had
it
then
were
but
if
you
swear
by
that
that
not
you
are
not
forsworn
no
more
was
this
knight
swearing
by
his
honour
for
he
never
had
any
or
if
he
had
he
had
sworn
it
away
before
ever
he
saw
those
pancackes
or
that
mustard
prithee
who
is't
that
thou
mean'st
one
that
old
frederick
your
father
loves
my
father's
love
is
enough
to
honour
him
enough
speak
no
more
of
him
you'll
be
whipt
for
taxation
one
of
these
days
the
more
pity
that
fools
may
not
speak
wisely
what
wise
men
do
foolishly
by
my
troth
thou
sayest
true
for
since
the
little
wit
that
fools
have
was
silenced
the
little
foolery
that
wise
men
have
makes
a
great
show
here
comes
monsieur
le
beau
enter
with
his
mouth
full
of
news
which
he
will
put
on
us
as
pigeons
feed
their
young
then
shall
we
be
newscramm'd
all
the
better
we
shall
be
the
more
marketable
bon
jour
monsieur
le
beau
what's
the
news
fair
princess
you
have
lost
much
good
sport
sport
of
what
colour
what
colour
madam
how
shall
answer
you
as
wit
and
fortune
will
or
as
the
destinies
decrees
well
said
that
was
laid
on
with
a
trowel
nay
if
keep
not
my
rank
thou
losest
thy
old
smell
you
amaze
me
ladies
would
have
told
you
of
good
wrestling
which
you
have
lost
the
sight
of
yet
tell
us
the
manner
of
the
wrestling
will
tell
you
the
beginning
and
if
it
please
your
ladyships
you
may
see
the
end
for
the
best
is
yet
to
do
and
here
where
you
are
they
are
coming
to
perform
it
well
the
beginning
that
is
dead
and
buried
there
comes
an
old
man
and
his
three
sons
could
match
this
beginning
with
an
old
tale
three
proper
young
men
of
excellent
growth
and
presence
with
bills
on
their
necks
'be
it
known
unto
all
men
by
these
presents
the
eldest
of
the
three
wrestled
with
charles
the
duke's
wrestler
which
charles
in
a
moment
threw
him
and
broke
three
of
his
ribs
that
there
is
little
hope
of
life
in
him
so
he
serv'd
the
second
and
so
the
third
yonder
they
lie
the
poor
old
man
their
father
making
such
pitiful
dole
over
them
that
all
the
beholders
take
his
part
with
weeping
alas
but
what
is
the
sport
monsieur
that
the
ladies
have
lost
why
this
that
speak
of
thus
men
may
grow
wiser
every
day
it
is
the
first
time
that
ever
heard
breaking
of
ribs
was
sport
for
ladies
or
promise
thee
but
is
there
any
else
longs
to
see
this
broken
music
in
his
sides
is
there
yet
another
dotes
upon
ribbreaking
shall
we
see
this
wrestling
cousin
you
must
if
you
stay
here
for
here
is
the
place
appointed
for
the
wrestling
and
they
are
ready
to
perform
it
yonder
sure
they
are
coming
let
us
now
stay
and
see
it
flourish
enter
and
come
on
since
the
youth
will
not
be
entreated
his
own
peril
on
his
forwardness
is
yonder
the
man
even
he
madam
alas
he
is
too
young
yet
he
looks
successfully
how
now
daughter
and
cousin
are
you
crept
hither
to
see
the
wrestling
ay
my
liege
so
please
you
give
us
leave
you
will
take
little
delight
in
it
can
tell
you
there
is
such
odds
in
the
man
in
pity
of
the
challenger's
youth
would
fain
dissuade
him
but
he
will
not
be
entreated
speak
to
him
ladies
see
if
you
can
move
him
call
him
hither
good
monsieur
le
beau
do
so
i'll
not
be
by
goes
apart
monsieur
the
challenger
the
princess
calls
for
you
attend
them
with
all
respect
and
duty
young
man
have
you
challeng'd
charles
the
wrestler
no
fair
princess
he
is
the
general
challenger
come
but
in
as
others
do
to
try
with
him
the
strength
of
my
youth
young
gentleman
your
spirits
are
too
bold
for
your
years
you
have
seen
cruel
proof
of
this
man's
strength
if
you
saw
yourself
with
your
eyes
or
knew
yourself
with
your
judgment
the
fear
of
your
adventure
would
counsel
you
to
a
more
equal
enterprise
we
pray
you
for
your
own
sake
to
embrace
your
own
safety
and
give
over
this
attempt
do
young
sir
your
reputation
shall
not
therefore
be
misprised
we
will
make
it
our
suit
to
the
duke
that
the
wrestling
might
not
go
forward
beseech
you
punish
me
not
with
your
hard
thoughts
wherein
confess
me
much
guilty
to
deny
so
fair
and
excellent
ladies
any
thing
but
let
your
fair
eyes
and
gentle
wishes
go
with
me
to
my
trial
wherein
if
be
foil'd
there
is
but
one
sham'd
that
was
never
gracious
if
kill'd
but
one
dead
that
is
willing
to
be
so
shall
do
my
friends
no
wrong
for
have
none
to
lament
me
the
world
no
injury
for
in
it
have
nothing
only
in
the
world
fill
up
a
place
which
may
be
better
supplied
when
have
made
it
empty
the
little
strength
that
have
would
it
were
with
you
and
mine
to
eke
out
hers
fare
you
well
pray
heaven
be
deceiv'd
in
you
your
heart's
desires
be
with
you
come
where
is
this
young
gallant
that
is
so
desirous
to
lie
with
his
mother
earth
ready
sir
but
his
will
hath
in
it
a
more
modest
working
you
shall
try
but
one
fall
no
warrant
your
grace
you
shall
not
entreat
him
to
a
second
that
have
so
mightily
persuaded
him
from
a
first
you
mean
to
mock
me
after
you
should
not
have
mock'd
me
before
but
come
your
ways
now
hercules
be
thy
speed
young
man
would
were
invisible
to
catch
the
strong
fellow
by
the
leg
they
wrestle
excellent
young
man
if
had
a
thunderbolt
in
mine
eye
can
tell
who
should
down
is
thrown
shout
no
more
no
more
yes
beseech
your
grace
am
not
yet
well
breath'd
how
dost
thou
charles
he
cannot
speak
my
lord
bear
him
away
what
is
thy
name
young
man
orlando
my
liege
the
youngest
son
of
sir
rowland
de
boys
would
thou
hadst
been
son
to
some
man
else
the
world
esteem'd
thy
father
honourable
but
did
find
him
still
mine
enemy
thou
shouldst
have
better
pleas'd
me
with
this
deed
hadst
thou
descended
from
another
house
but
fare
thee
well
thou
art
a
gallant
youth
would
thou
hadst
told
me
of
another
father
exeunt
train
and
were
my
father
coz
would
do
this
am
more
proud
to
be
sir
rowland's
son
his
youngest
son
and
would
not
change
that
calling
to
be
adopted
heir
to
frederick
my
father
lov'd
sir
rowland
as
his
soul
and
all
the
world
was
of
my
father's
mind
had
before
known
this
young
man
his
son
should
have
given
him
tears
unto
entreaties
ere
he
should
thus
have
ventur'd
gentle
cousin
let
us
go
thank
him
and
encourage
him
my
father's
rough
and
envious
disposition
sticks
me
at
heart
sir
you
have
well
deserv'd
if
you
do
keep
your
promises
in
love
but
justly
as
you
have
exceeded
all
promise
your
mistress
shall
be
happy
gentleman
giving
him
a
chain
from
her
neck
wear
this
for
me
one
out
of
suits
with
fortune
that
could
give
more
but
that
her
hand
lacks
means
shall
we
go
coz
ay
fare
you
well
fair
gentleman
can
not
say
thank
you
my
better
parts
are
all
thrown
down
and
that
which
here
stands
up
is
but
a
quintain
a
mere
lifeless
block
he
calls
us
back
my
pride
fell
with
my
fortunes
i'll
ask
him
what
he
would
did
you
call
sir
sir
you
have
wrestled
well
and
overthrown
more
than
your
enemies
will
you
go
coz
have
with
you
fare
you
well
exeunt
and
what
passion
hangs
these
weights
upon
my
tongue
cannot
speak
to
her
yet
she
urg'd
conference
poor
orlando
thou
art
overthrown
or
charles
or
something
weaker
masters
thee
reenter
good
sir
do
in
friendship
counsel
you
to
leave
this
place
albeit
you
have
deserv'd
high
commendation
true
applause
and
love
yet
such
is
now
the
duke's
condition
that
he
misconstrues
all
that
you
have
done
the
duke
is
humorous
what
he
is
indeed
more
suits
you
to
conceive
than
to
speak
of
thank
you
sir
and
pray
you
tell
me
this
which
of
the
two
was
daughter
of
the
duke
that
here
was
at
the
wrestling
neither
his
daughter
if
we
judge
by
manners
but
yet
indeed
the
smaller
is
his
daughter
the
other
is
daughter
to
the
banish'd
duke
and
here
detain'd
by
her
usurping
uncle
to
keep
his
daughter
company
whose
loves
are
dearer
than
the
natural
bond
of
sisters
but
can
tell
you
that
of
late
this
duke
hath
ta'en
displeasure
'gainst
his
gentle
niece
grounded
upon
no
other
argument
but
that
the
people
praise
her
for
her
virtues
and
pity
her
for
her
good
father's
sake
and
on
my
life
his
malice
'gainst
the
lady
will
suddenly
break
forth
sir
fare
you
well
hereafter
in
a
better
world
than
this
shall
desire
more
love
and
knowledge
of
you
rest
much
bounden
to
you
fare
you
well
exit
thus
must
from
the
smoke
into
the
smother
from
tyrant
duke
unto
a
tyrant
brother
but
heavenly
rosalind
exit
the
duke's
palace
enter
and
why
cousin
why
rosalind
cupid
have
mercy
not
a
word
not
one
to
throw
at
a
dog
no
thy
words
are
too
precious
to
be
cast
away
upon
curs
throw
some
of
them
at
me
come
lame
me
with
reasons
then
there
were
two
cousins
laid
up
when
the
one
should
be
lam'd
with
reasons
and
the
other
mad
without
any
but
is
all
this
for
your
father
no
some
of
it
is
for
my
child's
father
how
full
of
briers
is
this
workingday
world
they
are
but
burs
cousin
thrown
upon
thee
in
holiday
foolery
if
we
walk
not
in
the
trodden
paths
our
very
petticoats
will
catch
them
could
shake
them
off
my
coat
these
burs
are
in
my
heart
hem
them
away
would
try
if
could
cry
'hem
and
have
him
come
come
wrestle
with
thy
affections
they
take
the
part
of
a
better
wrestler
than
myself
a
good
wish
upon
you
you
will
try
in
time
in
despite
of
a
fall
but
turning
these
jests
out
of
service
let
us
talk
in
good
earnest
is
it
possible
on
such
a
sudden
you
should
fall
into
so
strong
a
liking
with
old
sir
rowland's
youngest
son
the
duke
my
father
lov'd
his
father
dearly
doth
it
therefore
ensue
that
you
should
love
his
son
dearly
by
this
kind
of
chase
should
hate
him
for
my
father
hated
his
father
dearly
yet
hate
not
orlando
no
faith
hate
him
not
for
my
sake
why
should
not
doth
he
not
deserve
well
enter
with
let
me
love
him
for
that
and
do
you
love
him
because
do
look
here
comes
the
duke
with
his
eyes
full
of
anger
mistress
dispatch
you
with
your
safest
haste
and
get
you
from
our
court
me
uncle
you
cousin
within
these
ten
days
if
that
thou
beest
found
so
near
our
public
court
as
twenty
miles
thou
diest
for
it
do
beseech
your
grace
let
me
the
knowledge
of
my
fault
bear
with
me
if
with
myself
hold
intelligence
or
have
acquaintance
with
mine
own
desires
if
that
do
not
dream
or
be
not
frantic
as
do
trust
am
not
then
dear
uncle
never
so
much
as
in
a
thought
unborn
did
offend
your
highness
thus
do
all
traitors
if
their
purgation
did
consist
in
words
they
are
as
innocent
as
grace
itself
let
it
suffice
thee
that
trust
thee
not
yet
your
mistrust
cannot
make
me
a
traitor
tell
me
whereon
the
likelihood
depends
thou
art
thy
father's
daughter
there's
enough
was
when
your
highness
took
his
dukedom
so
was
when
your
highness
banish'd
him
treason
is
not
inherited
my
lord
or
if
we
did
derive
it
from
our
friends
what's
that
to
me
my
father
was
no
traitor
then
good
my
liege
mistake
me
not
so
much
to
think
my
poverty
is
treacherous
dear
sovereign
hear
me
speak
ay
celia
we
stay'd
her
for
your
sake
else
had
she
with
her
father
rang'd
along
did
not
then
entreat
to
have
her
stay
it
was
your
pleasure
and
your
own
remorse
was
too
young
that
time
to
value
her
but
now
know
her
if
she
be
a
traitor
why
so
am
we
still
have
slept
together
rose
at
an
instant
learn'd
play'd
eat
together
and
wheresoe'er
we
went
like
juno's
swans
still
we
went
coupled
and
inseparable
she
is
too
subtle
for
thee
and
her
smoothness
her
very
silence
and
her
patience
speak
to
the
people
and
they
pity
her
thou
art
a
fool
she
robs
thee
of
thy
name
and
thou
wilt
show
more
bright
and
seem
more
virtuous
when
she
is
gone
then
open
not
thy
lips
firm
and
irrevocable
is
my
doom
which
have
pass'd
upon
her
she
is
banish'd
pronounce
that
sentence
then
on
me
my
liege
cannot
live
out
of
her
company
you
are
a
fool
you
niece
provide
yourself
if
you
outstay
the
time
upon
mine
honour
and
in
the
greatness
of
my
word
you
die
exeunt
and
my
poor
rosalind
whither
wilt
thou
go
wilt
thou
change
fathers
will
give
thee
mine
charge
thee
be
not
thou
more
griev'd
than
am
have
more
cause
thou
hast
not
cousin
prithee
be
cheerful
know'st
thou
not
the
duke
hath
banish'd
me
his
daughter
that
he
hath
not
no
hath
not
rosalind
lacks
then
the
love
which
teacheth
thee
that
thou
and
am
one
shall
we
be
sund'red
shall
we
part
sweet
girl
no
let
my
father
seek
another
heir
therefore
devise
with
me
how
we
may
fly
whither
to
go
and
what
to
bear
with
us
and
do
not
seek
to
take
your
charge
upon
you
to
bear
your
griefs
yourself
and
leave
me
out
for
by
this
heaven
now
at
our
sorrows
pale
say
what
thou
canst
i'll
go
along
with
thee
why
whither
shall
we
go
to
seek
my
uncle
in
the
forest
of
arden
alas
what
danger
will
it
be
to
us
maids
as
we
are
to
travel
forth
so
far
beauty
provoketh
thieves
sooner
than
gold
i'll
put
myself
in
poor
and
mean
attire
and
with
a
kind
of
umber
smirch
my
face
the
like
do
you
so
shall
we
pass
along
and
never
stir
assailants
were
it
not
better
because
that
am
more
than
common
tall
that
did
suit
me
all
points
like
a
man
gallant
curtleaxe
upon
my
thigh
boar
spear
in
my
hand
and
in
my
heart
lie
there
what
hidden
woman's
fear
there
will
we'll
have
a
swashing
and
a
martial
outside
as
many
other
mannish
cowards
have
that
do
outface
it
with
their
semblances
what
shall
call
thee
when
thou
art
a
man
i'll
have
no
worse
a
name
than
jove's
own
page
and
therefore
look
you
call
me
ganymede
but
what
will
you
be
call'd
something
that
hath
a
reference
to
my
state
no
longer
celia
but
aliena
but
cousin
what
if
we
assay'd
to
steal
the
clownish
fool
out
of
your
father's
court
would
he
not
be
a
comfort
to
our
travel
he'll
go
along
o'er
the
wide
world
with
me
leave
me
alone
to
woo
him
let's
away
and
get
our
jewels
and
our
wealth
together
devise
the
fittest
time
and
safest
way
to
hide
us
from
pursuit
that
will
be
made
after
my
flight
now
go
we
in
content
to
liberty
and
not
to
banishment
exeunt
the
forest
of
arden
enter
and
two
or
three
like
foresters
now
my
comates
and
brothers
in
exile
hath
not
old
custom
made
this
life
more
sweet
than
that
of
painted
pomp
are
not
these
woods
more
free
from
peril
than
the
envious
court
here
feel
we
not
the
penalty
of
adam
the
seasons
difference
as
the
icy
fang
and
churlish
chiding
of
the
winter's
wind
which
when
it
bites
and
blows
upon
my
body
even
till
shrink
with
cold
smile
and
say
'this
is
no
flattery
these
are
counsellors
that
feelingly
persuade
me
what
am
sweet
are
the
uses
of
adversity
which
like
the
toad
ugly
and
venomous
wears
yet
a
precious
jewel
in
his
head
and
this
our
life
exempt
from
public
haunt
finds
tongues
in
trees
books
in
the
running
brooks
sermons
in
stones
and
good
in
everything
would
not
change
it
happy
is
your
grace
that
can
translate
the
stubbornness
of
fortune
into
so
quiet
and
so
sweet
a
style
come
shall
we
go
and
kill
us
venison
and
yet
it
irks
me
the
poor
dappled
fools
being
native
burghers
of
this
desert
city
should
in
their
own
confines
with
forked
heads
have
their
round
haunches
gor'd
indeed
my
lord
the
melancholy
jaques
grieves
at
that
and
in
that
kind
swears
you
do
more
usurp
than
doth
your
brother
that
hath
banish'd
you
today
my
lord
of
amiens
and
myself
did
steal
behind
him
as
he
lay
along
under
an
oak
whose
antique
root
peeps
out
upon
the
brook
that
brawls
along
this
wood
to
the
which
place
a
poor
sequest'red
stag
that
from
the
hunter's
aim
had
ta'en
a
hurt
did
come
to
languish
and
indeed
my
lord
the
wretched
animal
heav'd
forth
such
groans
that
their
discharge
did
stretch
his
leathern
coat
almost
to
bursting
and
the
big
round
tears
cours'd
one
another
down
his
innocent
nose
in
piteous
chase
and
thus
the
hairy
fool
much
marked
of
the
melancholy
jaques
stood
on
th
extremest
verge
of
the
swift
brook
augmenting
it
with
tears
but
what
said
jaques
did
he
not
moralize
this
spectacle
yes
into
a
thousand
similes
first
for
his
weeping
into
the
needless
stream
'poor
deer
quoth
he
'thou
mak'st
a
testament
as
worldlings
do
giving
thy
sum
of
more
to
that
which
had
too
much
then
being
there
alone
left
and
abandoned
of
his
velvet
friends
''tis
right
quoth
he
'thus
misery
doth
part
the
flux
of
company
anon
a
careless
herd
full
of
the
pasture
jumps
along
by
him
and
never
stays
to
greet
him
'ay
quoth
jaques
'sweep
on
you
fat
and
greasy
citizens
'tis
just
the
fashion
wherefore
do
you
look
upon
that
poor
and
broken
bankrupt
there
thus
most
invectively
he
pierceth
through
the
body
of
the
country
city
court
yea
and
of
this
our
life
swearing
that
we
are
mere
usurpers
tyrants
and
what's
worse
to
fright
the
animals
and
to
kill
them
up
in
their
assign'd
and
native
dwellingplace
and
did
you
leave
him
in
this
contemplation
we
did
my
lord
weeping
and
commenting
upon
the
sobbing
deer
show
me
the
place
love
to
cope
him
in
these
sullen
fits
for
then
he's
full
of
matter
i'll
bring
you
to
him
straight
exeunt
the
palace
enter
with
can
it
be
possible
that
no
man
saw
them
it
cannot
be
some
villains
of
my
court
are
of
consent
and
sufferance
in
this
cannot
hear
of
any
that
did
see
her
the
ladies
her
attendants
of
her
chamber
saw
her
abed
and
in
the
morning
early
they
found
the
bed
untreasur'd
of
their
mistress
my
lord
the
roynish
clown
at
whom
so
oft
your
grace
was
wont
to
laugh
is
also
missing
hisperia
the
princess
gentlewoman
confesses
that
she
secretly
o'erheard
your
daughter
and
her
cousin
much
commend
the
parts
and
graces
of
the
wrestler
that
did
but
lately
foil
the
sinewy
charles
and
she
believes
wherever
they
are
gone
that
youth
is
surely
in
their
company
send
to
his
brother
fetch
that
gallant
hither
if
he
be
absent
bring
his
brother
to
me
i'll
make
him
find
him
do
this
suddenly
and
let
not
search
and
inquisition
quail
to
bring
again
these
foolish
runaways
exeunt
before
house
enter
and
meeting
who's
there
what
my
young
master
my
gentle
master
my
sweet
master
you
memory
of
old
sir
rowland
why
what
make
you
here
why
are
you
virtuous
why
do
people
love
you
and
wherefore
are
you
gentle
strong
and
valiant
why
would
you
be
so
fond
to
overcome
the
bonny
prizer
of
the
humorous
duke
your
praise
is
come
too
swiftly
home
before
you
know
you
not
master
to
some
kind
of
men
their
graces
serve
them
but
as
enemies
no
more
do
yours
your
virtues
gentle
master
are
sanctified
and
holy
traitors
to
you
what
a
world
is
this
when
what
is
comely
envenoms
him
that
bears
it
why
what's
the
matter
unhappy
youth
come
not
within
these
doors
within
this
roof
the
enemy
of
all
your
graces
lives
your
brother
no
no
brother
yet
the
son
yet
not
the
son
will
not
call
him
son
of
him
was
about
to
call
his
father
hath
heard
your
praises
and
this
night
he
means
to
burn
the
lodging
where
you
use
to
lie
and
you
within
it
if
he
fail
of
that
he
will
have
other
means
to
cut
you
off
overheard
him
and
his
practices
this
is
no
place
this
house
is
but
a
butchery
abhor
it
fear
it
do
not
enter
it
why
whither
adam
wouldst
thou
have
me
go
no
matter
whither
so
you
come
not
here
what
wouldst
thou
have
me
go
and
beg
my
food
or
with
a
base
and
boist'rous
sword
enforce
thievish
living
on
the
common
road
this
must
do
or
know
not
what
to
do
yet
this
will
not
do
do
how
can
rather
will
subject
me
to
the
malice
of
a
diverted
blood
and
bloody
brother
but
do
not
so
have
five
hundred
crowns
the
thrifty
hire
sav'd
under
your
father
which
did
store
to
be
my
fosternurse
when
service
should
in
my
old
limbs
lie
lame
and
unregarded
age
in
corners
thrown
take
that
and
he
that
doth
the
ravens
feed
yea
providently
caters
for
the
sparrow
be
comfort
to
my
age
here
is
the
gold
all
this
give
you
let
me
be
your
servant
though
look
old
yet
am
strong
and
lusty
for
in
my
youth
never
did
apply
hot
and
rebellious
liquors
in
my
blood
nor
did
not
with
unbashful
forehead
woo
the
means
of
weakness
and
debility
therefore
my
age
is
as
a
lusty
winter
frosty
but
kindly
let
me
go
with
you
i'll
do
the
service
of
a
younger
man
in
all
your
business
and
necessities
good
old
man
how
well
in
thee
appears
the
constant
service
of
the
antique
world
when
service
sweat
for
duty
not
for
meed
thou
art
not
for
the
fashion
of
these
times
where
none
will
sweat
but
for
promotion
and
having
that
do
choke
their
service
up
even
with
the
having
it
is
not
so
with
thee
but
poor
old
man
thou
prun'st
a
rotten
tree
that
cannot
so
much
as
a
blossom
yield
in
lieu
of
all
thy
pains
and
husbandry
but
come
thy
ways
we'll
go
along
together
and
ere
we
have
thy
youthful
wages
spent
we'll
light
upon
some
settled
low
content
master
go
on
and
will
follow
the
to
the
last
gasp
with
truth
and
loyalty
from
seventeen
years
till
now
almost
fourscore
here
lived
but
now
live
here
no
more
at
seventeen
years
many
their
fortunes
seek
but
at
fourscore
it
is
too
late
a
week
yet
fortune
cannot
recompense
me
better
than
to
die
well
and
not
my
master's
debtor
exeunt
the
forest
of
arden
enter
for
for
and
alias
jupiter
how
weary
are
my
spirits
care
not
for
my
spirits
if
my
legs
were
not
weary
could
find
in
my
heart
to
disgrace
my
man's
apparel
and
to
cry
like
a
woman
but
must
comfort
the
weaker
vessel
as
doublet
and
hose
ought
to
show
itself
courageous
to
petticoat
therefore
courage
good
aliena
pray
you
bear
with
me
cannot
go
no
further
for
my
part
had
rather
bear
with
you
than
bear
you
yet
should
bear
no
cross
if
did
bear
you
for
think
you
have
no
money
in
your
purse
well
this
is
the
forest
of
arden
ay
now
am
in
arden
the
more
fool
when
was
at
home
was
in
a
better
place
but
travellers
must
be
content
enter
and
ay
be
so
good
touchstone
look
you
who
comes
here
a
young
man
and
an
old
in
solemn
talk
that
is
the
way
to
make
her
scorn
you
still
corin
that
thou
knew'st
how
do
love
her
partly
guess
for
have
lov'd
ere
now
no
corin
being
old
thou
canst
not
guess
though
in
thy
youth
thou
wast
as
true
a
lover
as
ever
sigh'd
upon
a
midnight
pillow
but
if
thy
love
were
ever
like
to
mine
as
sure
think
did
never
man
love
so
how
many
actions
most
ridiculous
hast
thou
been
drawn
to
by
thy
fantasy
into
a
thousand
that
have
forgotten
thou
didst
then
never
love
so
heartily
if
thou
rememb'rest
not
the
slightest
folly
that
ever
love
did
make
thee
run
into
thou
hast
not
lov'd
or
if
thou
hast
not
sat
as
do
now
wearing
thy
hearer
in
thy
mistress
praise
thou
hast
not
lov'd
or
if
thou
hast
not
broke
from
company
abruptly
as
my
passion
now
makes
me
thou
hast
not
lov'd
phebe
phebe
phebe
exit
silvius
alas
poor
shepherd
searching
of
thy
wound
have
by
hard
adventure
found
mine
own
and
mine
remember
when
was
in
love
broke
my
sword
upon
a
stone
and
bid
him
take
that
for
coming
anight
to
jane
smile
and
remember
the
kissing
of
her
batler
and
the
cow's
dugs
that
her
pretty
chopt
hands
had
milk'd
and
remember
the
wooing
of
peascod
instead
of
her
from
whom
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
thou
speak'st
wiser
than
thou
art
ware
of
nay
shall
ne'er
be
ware
of
mine
own
wit
till
break
my
shins
against
it
jove
jove
this
shepherd's
passion
is
much
upon
my
fashion
and
mine
but
it
grows
something
stale
with
me
pray
you
one
of
you
question
yond
man
if
he
for
gold
will
give
us
any
food
faint
almost
to
death
holla
you
clown
peace
fool
he's
not
thy
ensman
who
calls
your
betters
sir
else
are
they
very
wretched
peace
say
good
even
to
you
friend
and
to
you
gentle
sir
and
to
you
all
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
oppress'd
and
faints
for
succour
fair
sir
pity
her
and
wish
for
her
sake
more
than
for
mine
own
my
fortunes
were
more
able
to
relieve
her
but
am
shepherd
to
another
man
and
do
not
shear
the
fleeces
that
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
what
is
he
that
shall
buy
his
flock
and
pasture
that
young
swain
that
you
saw
here
but
erewhile
that
little
cares
for
buying
any
thing
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
and
we
will
mend
thy
wages
like
this
place
and
willingly
could
waste
my
time
in
it
assuredly
the
thing
is
to
be
sold
go
with
me
if
you
like
upon
report
the
soil
the
profit
and
this
kind
of
life
will
your
very
faithful
feeder
be
and
buy
it
with
your
gold
right
suddenly
exeunt
another
part
of
the
forest
enter
and
under
the
greenwood
tree
who
loves
to
lie
with
me
and
turn
his
merry
note
unto
the
sweet
bird's
throat
come
hither
come
hither
come
hither
here
shall
he
see
no
enemy
but
winter
and
rough
weather
more
more
prithee
more
it
will
make
you
melancholy
monsieur
jaques
thank
it
more
prithee
more
can
suck
melancholy
out
of
a
song
as
a
weasel
sucks
eggs
more
prithee
more
my
voice
is
ragged
know
cannot
please
you
do
not
desire
you
to
please
me
do
desire
you
to
sing
come
more
another
stanzo
call
you
'em
stanzos
what
you
will
monsieur
jaques
nay
care
not
for
their
names
they
owe
me
nothing
will
you
sing
more
at
your
request
than
to
please
myself
well
then
if
ever
thank
any
man
i'll
thank
you
but
that
they
call
compliment
is
like
th
encounter
of
two
dogapes
and
when
a
man
thanks
me
heartily
methinks
have
given
him
a
penny
and
he
renders
me
the
beggarly
thanks
come
sing
and
you
that
will
not
hold
your
tongues
well
i'll
end
the
song
sirs
cover
the
while
the
duke
will
drink
under
this
tree
he
hath
been
all
this
day
to
look
you
and
have
been
all
this
day
to
avoid
him
he
is
to
disputable
for
my
company
think
of
as
many
matters
as
he
but
give
heaven
thanks
and
make
no
boast
of
them
come
warble
come
all
together
here
who
doth
ambition
shun
and
loves
to
live
i
th
sun
seeking
the
food
he
eats
and
pleas'd
with
what
he
gets
come
hither
come
hither
come
hither
here
shall
he
see
no
enemy
but
winter
and
rough
weather
i'll
give
you
a
verse
to
this
note
that
made
yesterday
in
despite
of
my
invention
and
i'll
sing
it
thus
it
goes
if
it
do
come
to
pass
that
any
man
turn
ass
leaving
his
wealth
and
ease
stubborn
will
to
please
ducdame
ducdame
ducdame
here
shall
he
see
gross
fools
as
he
an
if
he
will
come
to
me
what's
that
'ducdame
'tis
a
greek
invocation
to
call
fools
into
a
circle
i'll
go
sleep
if
can
if
cannot
i'll
rail
against
all
the
firstborn
of
egypt
and
i'll
go
seek
the
duke
his
banquet
is
prepar'd
exeunt
severally
the
forest
enter
and
dear
master
can
go
no
further
die
for
food
here
lie
down
and
measure
out
my
grave
farewell
kind
master
why
how
now
adam
no
greater
heart
in
thee
live
a
little
comfort
a
little
cheer
thyself
a
little
if
this
uncouth
forest
yield
anything
savage
will
either
be
food
for
it
or
bring
it
for
food
to
thee
thy
conceit
is
nearer
death
than
thy
powers
for
my
sake
be
comfortable
hold
death
awhile
at
the
arm's
end
will
here
be
with
the
presently
and
if
bring
thee
not
something
to
eat
will
give
thee
leave
to
die
but
if
thou
diest
before
come
thou
art
a
mocker
of
my
labour
well
said
thou
look'st
cheerly
and
i'll
be
with
thee
quickly
yet
thou
liest
in
the
bleak
air
come
will
bear
thee
to
some
shelter
and
thou
shalt
not
die
for
lack
of
a
dinner
if
there
live
anything
in
this
desert
cheerly
good
adam
exeunt
the
forest
table
set
out
enter
and
like
outlaws
think
he
be
transform'd
into
a
beast
for
can
nowhere
find
him
like
a
man
my
lord
he
is
but
even
now
gone
hence
here
was
he
merry
hearing
of
a
song
if
he
compact
of
jars
grow
musical
we
shall
have
shortly
discord
in
the
spheres
go
seek
him
tell
him
would
speak
with
him
enter
he
saves
my
labour
by
his
own
approach
why
how
now
monsieur
what
a
life
is
this
that
your
poor
friends
must
woo
your
company
what
you
look
merrily
fool
a
fool
met
a
fool
i
th
forest
motley
fool
miserable
world
as
do
live
by
food
met
a
fool
who
laid
him
down
and
bask'd
him
in
the
sun
and
rail'd
on
lady
fortune
in
good
terms
in
good
set
terms
and
yet
a
motley
fool
'good
morrow
fool
quoth
'no
sir
quoth
he
'call
me
not
fool
till
heaven
hath
sent
me
fortune
and
then
he
drew
a
dial
from
his
poke
and
looking
on
it
with
lacklustre
eye
says
very
wisely
'it
is
ten
o'clock
thus
we
may
see
quoth
he
'how
the
world
wags
'tis
but
an
hour
ago
since
it
was
nine
and
after
one
hour
more
'twill
be
eleven
and
so
from
hour
to
hour
we
ripe
and
ripe
and
then
from
hour
to
hour
we
rot
and
rot
and
thereby
hangs
a
tale
when
did
hear
the
motley
fool
thus
moral
on
the
time
my
lungs
began
to
crow
like
chanticleer
that
fools
should
be
so
deep
contemplative
and
did
laugh
sans
intermission
an
hour
by
his
dial
noble
fool
worthy
fool
motley's
the
only
wear
what
fool
is
this
worthy
fool
one
that
hath
been
a
courtier
and
says
if
ladies
be
but
young
and
fair
they
have
the
gift
to
know
it
and
in
his
brain
which
is
as
dry
as
the
remainder
biscuit
after
a
voyage
he
hath
strange
places
cramm'd
with
observation
the
which
he
vents
in
mangled
forms
that
were
a
fool
am
ambitious
for
a
motley
coat
thou
shalt
have
one
it
is
my
only
suit
provided
that
you
weed
your
better
judgments
of
all
opinion
that
grows
rank
in
them
that
am
wise
must
have
liberty
withal
as
large
a
charter
as
the
wind
to
blow
on
whom
please
for
so
fools
have
and
they
that
are
most
galled
with
my
folly
they
most
must
laugh
and
why
sir
must
they
so
the
why
is
plain
as
way
to
parish
church
he
that
a
fool
doth
very
wisely
hit
doth
very
foolishly
although
he
smart
not
to
seem
senseless
of
the
bob
if
not
the
wise
man's
folly
is
anatomiz'd
even
by
the
squand'ring
glances
of
the
fool
invest
me
in
my
motley
give
me
leave
to
speak
my
mind
and
will
through
and
through
cleanse
the
foul
body
of
th
infected
world
if
they
will
patiently
receive
my
medicine
fie
on
thee
can
tell
what
thou
wouldst
do
what
for
a
counter
would
do
but
good
most
mischievous
foul
sin
in
chiding
sin
for
thou
thyself
hast
been
a
libertine
as
sensual
as
the
brutish
sting
itself
and
all
th
embossed
sores
and
headed
evils
that
thou
with
license
of
free
foot
hast
caught
wouldst
thou
disgorge
into
the
general
world
why
who
cries
out
on
pride
that
can
therein
tax
any
private
party
doth
it
not
flow
as
hugely
as
the
sea
till
that
the
wearer's
very
means
do
ebb
what
woman
in
the
city
do
name
when
that
say
the
citywoman
bears
the
cost
of
princes
on
unworthy
shoulders
who
can
come
in
and
say
that
mean
her
when
such
a
one
as
she
such
is
her
neighbour
or
what
is
he
of
basest
function
that
says
his
bravery
is
not
on
my
cost
thinking
that
mean
him
but
therein
suits
his
folly
to
the
mettle
of
my
speech
there
then
how
then
what
then
let
me
see
wherein
my
tongue
hath
wrong'd
him
if
it
do
him
right
then
he
hath
wrong'd
himself
if
he
be
free
why
then
my
taxing
like
a
wildgoose
flies
unclaim'd
of
any
man
but
who
comes
here
enter
with
his
sword
drawn
forbear
and
eat
no
more
why
have
eat
none
yet
nor
shalt
not
till
necessity
be
serv'd
of
what
kind
should
this
cock
come
of
art
thou
thus
bolden'd
man
by
thy
distress
or
else
a
rude
despiser
of
good
manners
that
in
civility
thou
seem'st
so
empty
you
touch'd
my
vein
at
first
the
thorny
point
of
bare
distress
hath
ta'en
from
me
the
show
of
smooth
civility
yet
arn
inland
bred
and
know
some
nurture
but
forbear
say
he
dies
that
touches
any
of
this
fruit
till
and
my
affairs
are
answered
an
you
will
not
be
answer'd
with
reason
must
die
what
would
you
have
your
gentleness
shall
force
more
than
your
force
move
us
to
gentleness
almost
die
for
food
and
let
me
have
it
sit
down
and
feed
and
welcome
to
our
table
speak
you
so
gently
pardon
me
pray
you
thought
that
all
things
had
been
savage
here
and
therefore
put
on
the
countenance
of
stern
commandment
but
whate'er
you
are
that
in
this
desert
inaccessible
under
the
shade
of
melancholy
boughs
lose
and
neglect
the
creeping
hours
of
time
if
ever
you
have
look'd
on
better
days
if
ever
been
where
bells
have
knoll'd
to
church
if
ever
sat
at
any
good
man's
feast
if
ever
from
your
eyelids
wip'd
a
tear
and
know
what
'tis
to
pity
and
be
pitied
let
gentleness
my
strong
enforcement
be
in
the
which
hope
blush
and
hide
my
sword
true
is
it
that
we
have
seen
better
days
and
have
with
holy
bell
been
knoll'd
to
church
and
sat
at
good
men's
feasts
and
wip'd
our
eyes
of
drops
that
sacred
pity
hath
engend'red
and
therefore
sit
you
down
in
gentleness
and
take
upon
command
what
help
we
have
that
to
your
wanting
may
be
minist'red
then
but
forbear
your
food
a
little
while
whiles
like
a
doe
go
to
find
my
fawn
and
give
it
food
there
is
an
old
poor
man
who
after
me
hath
many
a
weary
step
limp'd
in
pure
love
till
he
be
first
suffic'd
oppress'd
with
two
weak
evils
age
and
hunger
will
not
touch
a
bit
go
find
him
out
and
we
will
nothing
waste
till
you
return
thank
ye
and
be
blest
for
your
good
comfort
exit
thou
seest
we
are
not
all
alone
unhappy
this
wide
and
universal
theatre
presents
more
woeful
pageants
than
the
scene
wherein
we
play
in
all
the
world's
a
stage
and
all
the
men
and
women
merely
players
they
have
their
exits
and
their
entrances
and
one
man
in
his
time
plays
many
parts
his
acts
being
seven
ages
at
first
the
infant
mewling
and
puking
in
the
nurse's
arms
then
the
whining
schoolboy
with
his
satchel
and
shining
morning
face
creeping
like
snail
unwillingly
to
school
and
then
the
lover
sighing
like
furnace
with
a
woeful
ballad
made
to
his
mistress
eyebrow
then
a
soldier
full
of
strange
oaths
and
bearded
like
the
pard
jealous
in
honour
sudden
and
quick
in
quarrel
seeking
the
bubble
reputation
even
in
the
cannon's
mouth
and
then
the
justice
in
fair
round
belly
with
good
capon
lin'd
with
eyes
severe
and
beard
of
formal
cut
full
of
wise
saws
and
modern
instances
and
so
he
plays
his
part
the
sixth
age
shifts
into
the
lean
and
slipper'd
pantaloon
with
spectacles
on
nose
and
pouch
on
side
his
youthful
hose
well
sav'd
a
world
too
wide
for
his
shrunk
shank
and
his
big
manly
voice
turning
again
toward
childish
treble
pipes
and
whistles
in
his
sound
last
scene
of
all
that
ends
this
strange
eventful
history
is
second
childishness
and
mere
oblivion
sans
teeth
sans
eyes
sans
taste
sans
every
thing
reenter
with
welcome
set
down
your
venerable
burden
and
let
him
feed
thank
you
most
for
him
so
had
you
need
scarce
can
speak
to
thank
you
for
myself
welcome
fall
to
will
not
trouble
you
as
yet
to
question
you
about
your
fortunes
give
us
some
music
and
good
cousin
sing
blow
blow
thou
winter
wind
thou
art
not
so
unkind
as
man's
ingratitude
thy
tooth
is
not
so
keen
because
thou
art
not
seen
although
thy
breath
be
rude
heighho
sing
heighho
unto
the
green
holly
most
friendship
is
feigning
most
loving
mere
folly
then
heighho
the
holly
this
life
is
most
jolly
freeze
freeze
thou
bitter
sky
that
dost
not
bite
so
nigh
as
benefits
forgot
though
thou
the
waters
warp
thy
sting
is
not
so
sharp
as
friend
rememb'red
not
heighho
sing
c
if
that
you
were
the
good
sir
rowland's
son
as
you
have
whisper'd
faithfully
you
were
and
as
mine
eye
doth
his
effigies
witness
most
truly
limn'd
and
living
in
your
face
be
truly
welcome
hither
am
the
duke
that
lov'd
your
father
the
residue
of
your
fortune
go
to
my
cave
and
tell
me
good
old
man
thou
art
right
welcome
as
thy
master
is
support
him
by
the
arm
give
me
your
hand
and
let
me
all
your
fortunes
understand
exeunt
the
palace
enter
and
not
see
him
since
sir
sir
that
cannot
be
but
were
not
the
better
part
made
mercy
should
not
seek
an
absent
argument
of
my
revenge
thou
present
but
look
to
it
find
out
thy
brother
wheresoe'er
he
is
seek
him
with
candle
bring
him
dead
or
living
within
this
twelvemonth
or
turn
thou
no
more
to
seek
a
living
in
our
territory
thy
lands
and
all
things
that
thou
dost
call
thine
worth
seizure
do
we
seize
into
our
hands
till
thou
canst
quit
thee
by
thy
brother's
mouth
of
what
we
think
against
thee
that
your
highness
knew
my
heart
in
this
never
lov'd
my
brother
in
my
life
more
villain
thou
well
push
him
out
of
doors
and
let
my
officers
of
such
a
nature
make
an
extent
upon
his
house
and
lands
do
this
expediently
and
turn
him
going
exeunt
the
forest
enter
with
a
paper
hang
there
my
verse
in
witness
of
my
love
and
thou
thricecrowned
queen
of
night
survey
with
thy
chaste
eye
from
thy
pale
sphere
above
thy
huntress
name
that
my
full
life
doth
sway
rosalind
these
trees
shall
be
my
books
and
in
their
barks
my
thoughts
i'll
character
that
every
eye
which
in
this
forest
looks
shall
see
thy
virtue
witness'd
every
where
run
run
orlando
carve
on
every
tree
the
fair
the
chaste
and
unexpressive
she
exit
enter
and
and
how
like
you
this
shepherd's
life
master
touchstone
truly
shepherd
in
respect
of
itself
it
is
a
good
life
but
in
respect
that
it
is
a
shepherd's
life
it
is
nought
in
respect
that
it
is
solitary
like
it
very
well
but
in
respect
that
it
is
private
it
is
a
very
vile
life
now
in
respect
it
is
in
the
fields
it
pleaseth
me
well
but
in
respect
it
is
not
in
the
court
it
is
tedious
as
it
is
a
spare
life
look
you
it
fits
my
humour
well
but
as
there
is
no
more
plenty
in
it
it
goes
much
against
my
stomach
hast
any
philosophy
in
thee
shepherd
no
more
but
that
know
the
more
one
sickens
the
worse
at
ease
he
is
and
that
he
that
wants
money
means
and
content
is
without
three
good
friends
that
the
property
of
rain
is
to
wet
and
fire
to
burn
that
good
pasture
makes
fat
sheep
and
that
a
great
cause
of
the
night
is
lack
of
the
sun
that
he
that
hath
learned
no
wit
by
nature
nor
art
may
complain
of
good
breeding
or
comes
of
a
very
dull
kindred
such
a
one
is
a
natural
philosopher
wast
ever
in
court
shepherd
no
truly
then
thou
art
damn'd
nay
hope
truly
thou
art
damn'd
like
an
illroasted
egg
all
on
one
side
for
not
being
at
court
your
reason
why
if
thou
never
wast
at
court
thou
never
saw'st
good
manners
if
thou
never
saw'st
good
manners
then
thy
manners
must
be
wicked
and
wickedness
is
sin
and
sin
is
damnation
thou
art
in
a
parlous
state
shepherd
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
salute
not
at
the
court
but
you
kiss
your
hands
that
courtesy
would
be
uncleanly
if
courtiers
were
shepherds
instance
briefly
come
instance
why
we
are
still
handling
our
ewes
and
their
fells
you
know
are
greasy
why
do
not
your
courtier's
hands
sweat
and
is
not
the
grease
of
a
mutton
as
wholesome
as
the
sweat
of
a
man
shallow
shallow
better
instance
say
come
besides
our
hands
are
hard
your
lips
will
feel
them
the
sooner
shallow
again
more
sounder
instance
come
and
they
are
often
tarr'd
over
with
the
surgery
of
our
sheep
and
would
you
have
us
kiss
tar
the
courtier's
hands
are
perfum'd
with
civet
most
shallow
man
thou
worm's
meat
in
respect
of
a
good
piece
of
flesh
indeed
learn
of
the
wise
and
perpend
civet
is
of
a
baser
birth
than
tar
the
very
uncleanly
flux
of
a
cat
mend
the
instance
shepherd
you
have
too
courtly
a
wit
for
me
i'll
rest
wilt
thou
rest
damn'd
god
help
thee
shallow
man
god
make
incision
in
thee
thou
art
raw
sir
am
a
true
labourer
earn
that
eat
get
that
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
suck
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
bawd
to
a
bellwether
and
to
betray
a
shelamb
of
a
twelvemonth
to
crookedpated
old
cuckoldly
ram
out
of
all
reasonable
match
if
thou
beest
not
damn'd
for
this
the
devil
himself
will
have
no
shepherds
cannot
see
else
how
thou
shouldst
scape
here
comes
young
master
ganymede
my
new
mistress's
brother
enter
reading
a
paper
'from
the
east
to
western
inde
no
jewel
is
like
rosalinde
her
worth
being
mounted
on
the
wind
through
all
the
world
bears
rosalinde
all
the
pictures
fairest
lin'd
are
but
black
to
rosalinde
let
no
face
be
kept
in
mind
but
the
fair
of
rosalinde
i'll
rhyme
you
so
eight
years
together
dinners
and
suppers
and
sleeping
hours
excepted
it
is
the
right
butterwomen's
rank
to
market
out
fool
for
a
taste
if
a
hart
do
lack
a
hind
let
him
seek
out
rosalinde
if
the
cat
will
after
kind
so
be
sure
will
rosalinde
winter
garments
must
be
lin'd
so
must
slender
rosalinde
they
that
reap
must
sheaf
and
bind
then
to
cart
with
rosalinde
sweetest
nut
hath
sourest
rind
such
a
nut
is
rosalinde
he
that
sweetest
rose
will
find
must
find
love's
prick
and
rosalinde
this
is
the
very
false
gallop
of
verses
why
do
you
infect
yourself
with
them
peace
you
dull
fool
found
them
on
a
tree
truly
the
tree
yields
bad
fruit
i'll
graff
it
with
you
and
then
shall
graff
it
with
a
medlar
then
it
will
be
the
earliest
fruit
i
th
country
for
you'll
be
rotten
ere
you
be
half
ripe
and
that's
the
right
virtue
of
the
medlar
you
have
said
but
whether
wisely
or
no
let
the
forest
judge
enter
with
a
writing
peace
here
comes
my
sister
reading
stand
aside
'why
should
this
a
desert
be
for
it
is
unpeopled
no
tongues
i'll
hang
on
every
tree
that
shall
civil
sayings
show
some
how
brief
the
life
of
man
runs
his
erring
pilgrimage
that
the
streching
of
a
span
buckles
in
his
sum
of
age
some
of
violated
vows
'twixt
the
souls
of
friend
and
friend
but
upon
the
fairest
boughs
or
at
every
sentence
end
will
rosalinda
write
teaching
all
that
read
to
know
the
quintessence
of
every
sprite
heaven
would
in
little
show
therefore
heaven
nature
charg'd
that
one
body
should
be
fill'd
with
all
graces
wideenlarg'd
nature
presently
distill'd
helen's
cheek
but
not
her
heart
cleopatra's
majesty
atalanta's
better
part
sad
lucretia's
modesty
thus
rosalinde
of
many
parts
by
heavenly
synod
was
devis'd
of
many
faces
eyes
and
hearts
to
have
the
touches
dearest
priz'd
heaven
would
that
she
these
gifts
should
have
and
to
live
and
die
her
slave
most
gentle
pulpiter
what
tedious
homily
of
love
have
you
wearied
your
parishioners
withal
and
never
cried
'have
patience
good
people
how
now
back
friends
shepherd
go
off
a
little
go
with
him
sirrah
come
shepherd
let
us
make
an
honourable
retreat
though
not
with
bag
and
baggage
yet
with
scrip
and
scrippage
exeunt
and
didst
thou
hear
these
verses
yes
heard
them
all
and
more
too
for
some
of
them
had
in
them
more
feet
than
the
verses
would
bear
that's
no
matter
the
feet
might
bear
the
verses
ay
but
the
feet
were
lame
and
could
not
bear
themselves
without
the
verse
and
therefore
stood
lamely
in
the
verse
but
didst
thou
hear
without
wondering
how
thy
name
should
be
hang'd
and
carved
upon
these
trees
was
seven
of
the
nine
days
out
of
the
wonder
before
you
came
for
look
here
what
found
on
a
palmtree
was
never
so
berhym'd
since
pythagoras
time
that
was
an
irish
rat
which
can
hardly
remember
trow
you
who
hath
done
this
is
it
a
man
and
a
chain
that
you
once
wore
about
his
neck
change
you
colour
prithee
who
lord
lord
it
is
a
hard
matter
for
friends
to
meet
but
mountains
may
be
remov'd
with
earthquakes
and
so
encounter
nay
but
who
is
it
is
it
possible
nay
prithee
now
with
most
petitionary
vehemence
tell
me
who
it
is
wonderful
wonderful
most
wonderful
wonderful
and
yet
again
wonderful
and
after
that
out
of
all
whooping
good
my
complexion
dost
thou
think
though
am
caparison'd
like
a
man
have
a
doublet
and
hose
in
my
disposition
one
inch
of
delay
more
is
a
south
sea
of
discovery
prithee
tell
me
who
is
it
quickly
and
speak
apace
would
thou
could'st
stammer
that
thou
mightst
pour
this
conceal'd
man
out
of
thy
mouth
as
wine
comes
out
of
narrowmouth'd
bottle
either
too
much
at
once
or
none
at
all
prithee
take
the
cork
out
of
thy
mouth
that
may
drink
thy
tidings
so
you
may
put
a
man
in
your
belly
is
he
of
god's
making
what
manner
of
man
is
his
head
worth
a
hat
or
his
chin
worth
a
beard
nay
he
hath
but
a
little
beard
why
god
will
send
more
if
the
man
will
be
thankful
let
me
stay
the
growth
of
his
beard
if
thou
delay
me
not
the
knowledge
of
his
chin
it
is
young
orlando
that
tripp'd
up
the
wrestler's
heels
and
your
heart
both
in
an
instant
nay
but
the
devil
take
mocking
speak
sad
brow
and
true
maid
faith
coz
'tis
he
orlando
orlando
alas
the
day
what
shall
do
with
my
doublet
and
hose
what
did
he
when
thou
saw'st
him
what
said
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
you
must
borrow
me
gargantua's
mouth
first
'tis
a
word
too
great
for
any
mouth
of
this
age's
size
to
say
ay
and
no
to
these
particulars
is
more
than
to
answer
in
a
catechism
but
doth
he
know
that
am
in
this
forest
and
in
man's
apparel
looks
he
as
freshly
as
he
did
the
day
he
wrestled
it
is
as
easy
to
count
atomies
as
to
resolve
the
propositions
of
a
lover
but
take
a
taste
of
my
finding
him
and
relish
it
with
good
observance
found
him
under
a
tree
like
a
dropp'd
acorn
it
may
well
be
call'd
jove's
tree
when
it
drops
forth
such
fruit
give
me
audience
good
madam
proceed
there
lay
he
stretch'd
along
like
a
wounded
knight
though
it
be
pity
to
see
such
a
sight
it
well
becomes
the
ground
cry
'holla
to
thy
tongue
prithee
it
curvets
unseasonably
he
was
furnish'd
like
a
hunter
ominous
he
comes
to
kill
my
heart
would
sing
my
song
without
a
burden
thou
bring'st
me
out
of
tune
do
you
not
know
am
a
woman
when
think
must
speak
sweet
say
on
you
bring
me
out
soft
comes
he
not
here
enter
and
'tis
he
slink
by
and
note
him
thank
you
for
your
company
but
good
faith
had
as
lief
have
been
myself
alone
and
so
had
but
yet
for
fashion
sake
thank
you
too
for
your
society
god
buy
you
let's
meet
as
little
as
we
can
do
desire
we
may
be
better
strangers
pray
you
mar
no
more
trees
with
writing
love
songs
in
their
barks
pray
you
mar
no
more
of
my
verses
with
reading
them
illfavouredly
rosalind
is
your
love's
name
yes
just
do
not
like
her
name
there
was
no
thought
of
pleasing
you
when
she
was
christen'd
what
stature
is
she
of
just
as
high
as
my
heart
you
are
full
of
pretty
answers
have
you
not
been
acquainted
with
goldsmiths
wives
and
conn'd
them
out
of
rings
not
so
but
answer
you
right
painted
cloth
from
whence
you
have
studied
your
questions
you
have
a
nimble
wit
think
'twas
made
of
atalanta's
heels
will
you
sit
down
with
me
and
we
two
will
rail
against
our
mistress
the
world
and
all
our
misery
will
chide
no
breather
in
the
world
but
myself
against
whom
know
most
faults
the
worst
fault
you
have
is
to
be
in
love
'tis
a
fault
will
not
change
for
your
best
virtue
am
weary
of
you
by
my
troth
was
seeking
for
a
fool
when
found
you
he
is
drown'd
in
the
brook
look
but
in
and
you
shall
see
him
there
shall
see
mine
own
figure
which
take
to
be
either
a
fool
or
a
cipher
i'll
tarry
no
longer
with
you
farewell
good
signior
love
am
glad
of
your
departure
adieu
good
monsieur
melancholy
exit
aside
to
will
speak
to
him
like
a
saucy
lackey
and
under
that
habit
play
the
knave
with
him
do
you
hear
forester
very
well
what
would
you
pray
you
what
is't
o'clock
you
should
ask
me
what
time
o
day
there's
no
clock
in
the
forest
then
there
is
no
true
lover
in
the
forest
else
sighing
every
minute
and
groaning
every
hour
would
detect
the
lazy
foot
of
time
as
well
as
a
clock
and
why
not
the
swift
foot
of
time
had
not
that
been
as
proper
by
no
means
sir
time
travels
in
divers
paces
with
divers
persons
i'll
tell
you
who
time
ambles
withal
who
time
trots
withal
who
time
gallops
withal
and
who
he
stands
still
withal
prithee
who
doth
he
trot
withal
marry
he
trots
hard
with
a
young
maid
between
the
contract
of
her
marriage
and
the
day
it
is
solemniz'd
if
the
interim
be
but
a
se'nnight
time's
pace
is
so
hard
that
it
seems
the
length
of
seven
year
who
ambles
time
withal
with
a
priest
that
lacks
latin
and
a
rich
man
that
hath
not
the
gout
for
the
one
sleeps
easily
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
who
doth
he
gallop
withal
with
a
thief
to
the
gallows
for
though
he
go
as
softly
as
foot
can
fall
he
thinks
himself
too
soon
there
who
stays
it
still
withal
with
lawyers
in
the
vacation
for
they
sleep
between
term
and
term
and
then
they
perceive
not
how
time
moves
where
dwell
you
pretty
youth
with
this
shepherdess
my
sister
here
in
the
skirts
of
the
forest
like
fringe
upon
a
petticoat
are
you
native
of
this
place
as
the
coney
that
you
see
dwell
where
she
is
kindled
your
accent
is
something
finer
than
you
could
purchase
in
so
removed
a
dwelling
have
been
told
so
of
many
but
indeed
an
old
religious
uncle
of
mine
taught
me
to
speak
who
was
in
his
youth
an
inland
man
one
that
knew
courtship
too
well
for
there
he
fell
in
love
have
heard
him
read
many
lectures
against
it
and
thank
god
am
not
a
woman
to
be
touch'd
with
so
many
giddy
offences
as
he
hath
generally
tax'd
their
whole
sex
withal
can
you
remember
any
of
the
principal
evils
that
he
laid
to
the
charge
of
women
there
were
none
principal
they
were
all
like
one
another
as
halfpence
are
every
one
fault
seeming
monstrous
till
his
fellowfault
came
to
match
it
prithee
recount
some
of
them
no
will
not
cast
away
my
physic
but
on
those
that
are
sick
there
is
a
man
haunts
the
forest
that
abuses
our
young
plants
with
carving
'rosalind
on
their
barks
hangs
odes
upon
hawthorns
and
elegies
on
brambles
all
forsooth
deifying
the
name
of
rosalind
if
could
meet
that
fancymonger
would
give
him
some
good
counsel
for
he
seems
to
have
the
quotidian
of
love
upon
him
am
he
that
is
so
loveshak'd
pray
you
tell
me
your
remedy
there
is
none
of
my
uncle's
marks
upon
you
he
taught
me
how
to
know
a
man
in
love
in
which
cage
of
rushes
am
sure
you
are
not
prisoner
what
were
his
marks
lean
cheek
which
you
have
not
a
blue
eye
and
sunken
which
you
have
not
an
unquestionable
spirit
which
you
have
not
a
beard
neglected
which
you
have
not
but
pardon
you
for
that
for
simply
your
having
in
beard
is
a
younger
brother's
revenue
then
your
hose
should
be
ungarter'd
your
bonnet
unbanded
your
sleeve
unbutton'd
your
shoe
untied
and
every
thing
about
you
demonstrating
a
careless
desolation
but
you
are
no
such
man
you
are
rather
pointdevice
in
your
accoutrements
as
loving
yourself
than
seeming
the
lover
of
any
other
fair
youth
would
could
make
thee
believe
love
me
believe
it
you
may
as
soon
make
her
that
you
love
believe
it
which
warrant
she
is
apter
to
do
than
to
confess
she
does
that
is
one
of
the
points
in
the
which
women
still
give
the
lie
to
their
consciences
but
in
good
sooth
are
you
he
that
hangs
the
verses
on
the
trees
wherein
rosalind
is
so
admired
swear
to
thee
youth
by
the
white
hand
of
rosalind
am
that
he
that
unfortunate
he
but
are
you
so
much
in
love
as
your
rhymes
speak
neither
rhyme
nor
reason
can
express
how
much
love
is
merely
a
madness
and
tell
you
deserves
as
well
a
dark
house
and
a
whip
as
madmen
do
and
the
reason
why
they
are
not
so
punish'd
and
cured
is
that
the
lunacy
is
so
ordinary
that
the
whippers
are
in
love
too
yet
profess
curing
it
by
counsel
did
you
ever
cure
any
so
yes
one
and
in
this
manner
he
was
to
imagine
me
his
love
his
mistress
and
set
him
every
day
to
woo
me
at
which
time
would
being
but
a
moonish
youth
grieve
be
effeminate
changeable
longing
and
liking
proud
fantastical
apish
shallow
inconstant
full
of
tears
full
of
smiles
for
every
passion
something
and
for
no
passion
truly
anything
as
boys
and
women
are
for
the
most
part
cattle
of
this
colour
would
now
like
him
now
loathe
him
then
entertain
him
then
forswear
him
now
weep
for
him
then
spit
at
him
that
drave
my
suitor
from
his
mad
humour
of
love
to
a
living
humour
of
madness
which
was
to
forswear
the
full
stream
of
the
world
and
to
live
in
a
nook
merely
monastic
and
thus
cur'd
him
and
this
way
will
take
upon
me
to
wash
your
liver
as
clean
as
a
sound
sheep's
heart
that
there
shall
not
be
one
spot
of
love
in
't
would
not
be
cured
youth
would
cure
you
if
you
would
but
call
me
rosalind
and
come
every
day
to
my
cote
and
woo
me
now
by
the
faith
of
my
love
will
tell
me
where
it
is
go
with
me
to
it
and
i'll
show
it
you
and
by
the
way
you
shall
tell
me
where
in
the
forest
you
live
will
you
go
with
all
my
heart
good
youth
nay
you
must
call
me
rosalind
come
sister
will
you
go
exeunt
the
forest
enter
and
behind
come
apace
good
audrey
will
fetch
up
your
goats
audrey
and
how
audrey
am
the
man
yet
doth
my
simple
feature
content
you
your
features
lord
warrant
us
what
features
am
here
with
thee
and
thy
goats
as
the
most
capricious
poet
honest
ovid
was
among
the
goths
aside
knowledge
illinhabited
worse
than
jove
in
a
thatch'd
house
when
a
man's
verses
cannot
be
understood
nor
a
man's
good
wit
seconded
with
the
forward
child
understanding
it
strikes
a
man
more
dead
than
a
great
reckoning
in
a
little
room
truly
would
the
gods
had
made
thee
poetical
do
not
know
what
'poetical
is
is
it
honest
in
deed
and
word
is
it
a
true
thing
no
truly
for
the
truest
poetry
is
the
most
feigning
and
lovers
are
given
to
poetry
and
what
they
swear
in
poetry
may
be
said
as
lovers
they
do
feign
do
you
wish
then
that
the
gods
had
made
me
poetical
do
truly
for
thou
swear'st
to
me
thou
art
honest
now
if
thou
wert
a
poet
might
have
some
hope
thou
didst
feign
would
you
not
have
me
honest
no
truly
unless
thou
wert
hardfavour'd
for
honesty
coupled
to
beauty
is
to
have
honey
a
sauce
to
sugar
aside
material
fool
well
am
not
fair
and
therefore
pray
the
gods
make
me
honest
truly
and
to
cast
away
honesty
upon
a
foul
slut
were
to
put
good
meat
into
an
unclean
dish
am
not
a
slut
though
thank
the
gods
am
foul
well
praised
be
the
gods
for
thy
foulness
sluttishness
may
come
hereafter
but
be
it
as
it
may
be
will
marry
thee
and
to
that
end
have
been
with
sir
oliver
martext
the
vicar
of
the
next
village
who
hath
promis'd
to
meet
me
in
this
place
of
the
forest
and
to
couple
us
aside
would
fain
see
this
meeting
well
the
gods
give
us
joy
amen
man
may
if
he
were
of
a
fearful
heart
stagger
in
this
attempt
for
here
we
have
no
temple
but
the
wood
no
assembly
but
hornbeasts
but
what
though
courage
as
horns
are
odious
they
are
necessary
it
is
said
'many
a
man
knows
no
end
of
his
goods
right
many
a
man
has
good
horns
and
knows
no
end
of
them
well
that
is
the
dowry
of
his
wife
'tis
none
of
his
own
getting
horns
even
so
poor
men
alone
no
no
the
noblest
deer
hath
them
as
huge
as
the
rascal
is
the
single
man
therefore
blessed
no
as
a
wall'd
town
is
more
worthier
than
a
village
so
is
the
forehead
of
a
married
man
more
honourable
than
the
bare
brow
of
a
bachelor
and
by
how
much
defence
is
better
than
no
skill
by
so
much
is
horn
more
precious
than
to
want
here
comes
sir
oliver
enter
sir
oliver
martext
you
are
well
met
will
you
dispatch
us
here
under
this
tree
or
shall
we
go
with
you
to
your
chapel
is
there
none
here
to
give
the
woman
will
not
take
her
on
gift
of
any
man
truly
she
must
be
given
or
the
marriage
is
not
lawful
discovering
himself
proceed
proceed
i'll
give
her
good
even
good
master
whatyecall't
how
do
you
sir
you
are
very
well
met
goddild
you
for
your
last
company
am
very
glad
to
see
you
even
a
toy
in
hand
here
sir
nay
pray
be
cover'd
will
you
be
married
motley
as
the
ox
hath
his
bow
sir
the
horse
his
curb
and
the
falcon
her
bells
so
man
hath
his
desires
and
as
pigeons
bill
so
wedlock
would
be
nibbling
and
will
you
being
a
man
of
your
breeding
be
married
under
a
bush
like
a
beggar
get
you
to
church
and
have
a
good
priest
that
can
tell
you
what
marriage
is
this
fellow
will
but
join
you
together
as
they
join
wainscot
then
one
of
you
will
prove
a
shrunk
panel
and
like
green
timber
warp
warp
aside
am
not
in
the
mind
but
were
better
to
be
married
of
him
than
of
another
for
he
is
not
like
to
marry
me
well
and
not
being
well
married
it
will
be
a
good
excuse
for
me
hereafter
to
leave
my
wife
go
thou
with
me
and
let
me
counsel
thee
come
sweet
audrey
we
must
be
married
or
we
must
live
in
bawdry
farewell
good
master
oliver
not
sweet
oliver
brave
oliver
leave
me
not
behind
thee
but
wind
away
begone
say
will
not
to
wedding
with
thee
exeunt
and
'tis
no
matter
ne'er
a
fantastical
knave
of
them
all
shall
flout
me
out
of
my
calling
exit
the
forest
enter
and
never
talk
to
me
will
weep
do
prithee
but
yet
have
the
grace
to
consider
that
tears
do
not
become
a
man
but
have
not
cause
to
weep
as
good
cause
as
one
would
desire
therefore
weep
his
very
hair
is
of
the
dissembling
colour
something
browner
than
judas's
marry
his
kisses
are
judas's
own
children
faith
his
hair
is
of
a
good
colour
an
excellent
colour
your
chestnut
was
ever
the
only
colour
and
his
kissing
is
as
full
of
sanctity
as
the
touch
of
holy
bread
he
hath
bought
a
pair
of
cast
lips
of
diana
nun
of
winter's
sisterhood
kisses
not
more
religiously
the
very
ice
of
chastity
is
in
them
but
why
did
he
swear
he
would
come
this
morning
and
comes
not
nay
certainly
there
is
no
truth
in
him
do
you
think
so
yes
think
he
is
not
a
pickpurse
nor
a
horsestealer
but
for
his
verity
in
love
do
think
him
as
concave
as
covered
goblet
or
a
wormeaten
nut
not
true
in
love
yes
when
he
is
in
but
think
he
is
not
in
you
have
heard
him
swear
downright
he
was
'was
is
not
'is
besides
the
oath
of
a
lover
is
no
stronger
than
the
word
of
a
tapster
they
are
both
the
confirmer
of
false
reckonings
he
attends
here
in
the
forest
on
the
duke
your
father
met
the
duke
yesterday
and
had
much
question
with
him
he
asked
me
of
what
parentage
was
told
him
of
as
good
as
he
so
he
laugh'd
and
let
me
go
but
what
talk
we
of
fathers
when
there
is
such
a
man
as
orlando
that's
a
brave
man
he
writes
brave
verses
speaks
brave
words
swears
brave
oaths
and
breaks
them
bravely
quite
traverse
athwart
the
heart
of
his
lover
as
a
puny
tilter
that
spurs
his
horse
but
on
one
side
breaks
his
staff
like
a
noble
goose
but
all's
brave
that
youth
mounts
and
folly
guides
who
comes
here
enter
mistress
and
master
you
have
oft
enquired
after
the
shepherd
that
complain'd
of
love
who
you
saw
sitting
by
me
on
the
turf
praising
the
proud
disdainful
shepherdess
that
was
his
mistress
well
and
what
of
him
if
you
will
see
a
pageant
truly
play'd
between
the
pale
complexion
of
true
love
and
the
red
glow
of
scorn
and
proud
disdain
go
hence
a
little
and
shall
conduct
you
if
you
will
mark
it
come
let
us
remove
the
sight
of
lovers
feedeth
those
in
love
bring
us
to
this
sight
and
you
shall
say
i'll
prove
a
busy
actor
in
their
play
exeunt
another
part
of
the
forest
enter
and
sweet
phebe
do
not
scorn
me
do
not
phebe
say
that
you
love
me
not
but
say
not
so
in
bitterness
the
common
executioner
whose
heart
th
accustom'd
sight
of
death
makes
hard
falls
not
the
axe
upon
the
humbled
neck
but
first
begs
pardon
will
you
sterner
be
than
he
that
dies
and
lives
by
bloody
drops
enter
and
at
a
distance
would
not
be
thy
executioner
fly
thee
for
would
not
injure
thee
thou
tell'st
me
there
is
murder
in
mine
eye
'tis
pretty
sure
and
very
probable
that
eyes
that
are
the
frail'st
and
softest
things
who
shut
their
coward
gates
on
atomies
should
be
call'd
tyrants
butchers
murderers
now
do
frown
on
thee
with
all
my
heart
and
if
mine
eyes
can
wound
now
let
them
kill
thee
now
counterfeit
to
swoon
why
now
fall
down
or
if
thou
canst
not
for
shame
for
shame
lie
not
to
say
mine
eyes
are
murderers
now
show
the
wound
mine
eye
hath
made
in
thee
scratch
thee
but
with
a
pin
and
there
remains
some
scar
of
it
lean
upon
a
rush
the
cicatrice
and
capable
impressure
thy
palm
some
moment
keeps
but
now
mine
eyes
which
have
darted
at
thee
hurt
thee
not
nor
am
sure
there
is
not
force
in
eyes
that
can
do
hurt
dear
phebe
if
ever
as
that
ever
may
be
near
you
meet
in
some
fresh
cheek
the
power
of
fancy
then
shall
you
know
the
wounds
invisible
that
love's
keen
arrows
make
but
till
that
time
come
not
thou
near
me
and
when
that
time
comes
afflict
me
with
thy
mocks
pity
me
not
as
till
that
time
shall
not
pity
thee
advancing
and
why
pray
you
who
might
be
your
mother
that
you
insult
exult
and
all
at
once
over
the
wretched
what
though
you
have
no
beauty
as
by
my
faith
see
no
more
in
you
than
without
candle
may
go
dark
to
bed
must
you
be
therefore
proud
and
pitiless
why
what
means
this
why
do
you
look
on
me
see
no
more
in
you
than
in
the
ordinary
of
nature's
salework
'od's
my
little
life
think
she
means
to
tangle
my
eyes
too
no
faith
proud
mistress
hope
not
after
it
'tis
not
your
inky
brows
your
black
silk
hair
your
bugle
eyeballs
nor
your
cheek
of
cream
that
can
entame
my
spirits
to
your
worship
you
foolish
shepherd
wherefore
do
you
follow
her
like
foggy
south
puffing
with
wind
and
rain
you
are
a
thousand
times
a
properer
man
than
she
a
woman
'tis
such
fools
as
you
that
makes
the
world
full
of
illfavour'd
children
'tis
not
her
glass
but
you
that
flatters
her
and
out
of
you
she
sees
herself
more
proper
than
any
of
her
lineaments
can
show
her
but
mistress
know
yourself
down
on
your
knees
and
thank
heaven
fasting
for
a
good
man's
love
for
must
tell
you
friendly
in
your
ear
sell
when
you
can
you
are
not
for
all
markets
cry
the
man
mercy
love
him
take
his
offer
foul
is
most
foul
being
foul
to
be
a
scoffer
so
take
her
to
thee
shepherd
fare
you
well
sweet
youth
pray
you
chide
a
year
together
had
rather
hear
you
chide
than
this
man
woo
he's
fall'n
in
love
with
your
foulness
and
she'll
fall
in
love
with
my
anger
if
it
be
so
as
fast
as
she
answers
thee
with
frowning
looks
i'll
sauce
her
with
bitter
words
why
look
you
so
upon
me
for
no
ill
will
bear
you
pray
you
do
not
fall
in
love
with
me
for
am
falser
than
vows
made
in
wine
besides
like
you
not
if
you
will
know
my
house
'tis
at
the
tuft
of
olives
here
hard
by
will
you
go
sister
shepherd
ply
her
hard
come
sister
shepherdess
look
on
him
better
and
be
not
proud
though
all
the
world
could
see
none
could
be
so
abus'd
in
sight
as
he
come
to
our
flock
exeunt
and
dead
shepherd
now
find
thy
saw
of
might
'who
ever
lov'd
that
lov'd
not
at
first
sight
sweet
phebe
ha
what
say'st
thou
silvius
sweet
phebe
pity
me
why
arn
sorry
for
thee
gentle
silvius
wherever
sorrow
is
relief
would
be
if
you
do
sorrow
at
my
grief
in
love
by
giving
love
your
sorrow
and
my
grief
were
both
extermin'd
thou
hast
my
love
is
not
that
neighbourly
would
have
you
why
that
were
covetousness
silvius
the
time
was
that
hated
thee
and
yet
it
is
not
that
bear
thee
love
but
since
that
thou
canst
talk
of
love
so
well
thy
company
which
erst
was
irksome
to
me
will
endure
and
i'll
employ
thee
too
but
do
not
look
for
further
recompense
than
thine
own
gladness
that
thou
art
employ'd
so
holy
and
so
perfect
is
my
love
and
in
such
a
poverty
of
grace
that
shall
think
it
a
most
plenteous
crop
to
glean
the
broken
ears
after
the
man
that
the
main
harvest
reaps
loose
now
and
then
scatt'red
smile
and
that
i'll
live
upon
know'st
thou
the
youth
that
spoke
to
me
erewhile
not
very
well
but
have
met
him
oft
and
he
hath
bought
the
cottage
and
the
bounds
that
the
old
carlot
once
was
master
of
think
not
love
him
though
ask
for
him
'tis
but
a
peevish
boy
yet
he
talks
well
but
what
care
for
words
yet
words
do
well
when
he
that
speaks
them
pleases
those
that
hear
it
is
a
pretty
youth
not
very
pretty
but
sure
he's
proud
and
yet
his
pride
becomes
him
he'll
make
a
proper
man
the
best
thing
in
him
is
his
complexion
and
faster
than
his
tongue
did
make
offence
his
eye
did
heal
it
up
he
is
not
very
tall
yet
for
his
years
he's
tall
his
leg
is
but
soso
and
yet
'tis
well
there
was
a
pretty
redness
in
his
lip
little
riper
and
more
lusty
red
than
that
mix'd
in
his
cheek
'twas
just
the
difference
betwixt
the
constant
red
and
mingled
damask
there
be
some
women
silvius
had
they
mark'd
him
in
parcels
as
did
would
have
gone
near
to
fall
in
love
with
him
but
for
my
part
love
him
not
nor
hate
him
not
and
yet
have
more
cause
to
hate
him
than
to
love
him
for
what
had
he
to
do
to
chide
at
me
he
said
mine
eyes
were
black
and
my
hair
black
and
now
am
rememb'red
scorn'd
at
me
marvel
why
answer'd
not
again
but
that's
all
one
omittance
is
no
quittance
i'll
write
to
him
a
very
taunting
letter
and
thou
shalt
bear
it
wilt
thou
silvius
phebe
with
all
my
heart
i'll
write
it
straight
the
matter's
in
my
head
and
in
my
heart
will
be
bitter
with
him
and
passing
short
go
with
me
silvius
exeunt
the
forest
enter
and
prithee
pretty
youth
let
me
be
better
acquainted
with
thee
they
say
you
are
a
melancholy
fellow
am
so
do
love
it
better
than
laughing
those
that
are
in
extremity
of
either
are
abominable
fellows
and
betray
themselves
to
every
modern
censure
worse
than
drunkards
why
'tis
good
to
be
sad
and
say
nothing
why
then
'tis
good
to
be
a
post
have
neither
the
scholar's
melancholy
which
is
emulation
nor
the
musician's
which
is
fantastical
nor
the
courtier's
which
is
proud
nor
the
soldier's
which
is
ambitious
nor
the
lawyer's
which
is
politic
nor
the
lady's
which
is
nice
nor
the
lover's
which
is
all
these
but
it
is
a
melancholy
of
mine
own
compounded
of
many
simples
extracted
from
many
objects
and
indeed
the
sundry
contemplation
of
my
travels
in
which
my
often
rumination
wraps
me
in
a
most
humorous
sadness
traveller
by
my
faith
you
have
great
reason
to
be
sad
fear
you
have
sold
your
own
lands
to
see
other
men's
then
to
have
seen
much
and
to
have
nothing
is
to
have
rich
eyes
and
poor
hands
yes
have
gain'd
my
experience
enter
and
your
experience
makes
you
sad
had
rather
have
a
fool
to
make
me
merry
than
experience
to
make
me
sad
and
to
travel
for
it
too
good
day
and
happiness
dear
rosalind
nay
then
god
buy
you
an
you
talk
in
blank
verse
farewell
monsieur
traveller
look
you
lisp
and
wear
strange
suits
disable
all
the
benefits
of
your
own
country
be
out
of
love
with
your
nativity
and
almost
chide
god
for
making
you
that
countenance
you
are
or
will
scarce
think
you
have
swam
in
a
gondola
exit
why
how
now
orlando
where
have
you
been
all
this
while
you
a
lover
an
you
serve
me
such
another
trick
never
come
in
my
sight
more
my
fair
rosalind
come
within
an
hour
of
my
promise
break
an
hour's
promise
in
love
he
that
will
divide
a
minute
into
a
thousand
parts
and
break
but
a
part
of
the
thousand
part
of
a
minute
in
the
affairs
of
love
it
may
be
said
of
him
that
cupid
hath
clapp'd
him
o
th
shoulder
but
i'll
warrant
him
heartwhole
pardon
me
dear
rosalind
nay
an
you
be
so
tardy
come
no
more
in
my
sight
had
as
lief
be
woo'd
of
a
snail
of
a
snail
ay
of
a
snail
for
though
he
comes
slowly
he
carries
his
house
on
his
head
a
better
jointure
think
than
you
make
a
woman
besides
he
brings
his
destiny
with
him
what's
that
why
horns
which
such
as
you
are
fain
to
be
beholding
to
your
wives
for
but
he
comes
armed
in
his
fortune
and
prevents
the
slander
of
his
wife
virtue
is
no
hornmaker
and
my
rosalind
is
virtuous
and
am
your
rosalind
it
pleases
him
to
call
you
so
but
he
hath
a
rosalind
of
a
better
leer
than
you
come
woo
me
woo
me
for
now
am
in
a
holiday
humour
and
like
enough
to
consent
what
would
you
say
to
me
now
an
were
your
very
very
rosalind
would
kiss
before
spoke
nay
you
were
better
speak
first
and
when
you
were
gravell'd
for
lack
of
matter
you
might
take
occasion
to
kiss
very
good
orators
when
they
are
out
they
will
spit
and
for
lovers
lacking
god
warn
us
matter
the
cleanliest
shift
is
to
kiss
how
if
the
kiss
be
denied
then
she
puts
you
to
entreaty
and
there
begins
new
matter
who
could
be
out
being
before
his
beloved
mistress
marry
that
should
you
if
were
your
mistress
or
should
think
my
honesty
ranker
than
my
wit
what
of
my
suit
not
out
of
your
apparel
and
yet
out
of
your
suit
am
not
your
rosalind
take
some
joy
to
say
you
are
because
would
be
talking
of
her
well
in
her
person
say
will
not
have
you
then
in
mine
own
person
die
no
faith
die
by
attorney
the
poor
world
is
almost
six
thousand
years
old
and
in
all
this
time
there
was
not
any
man
died
in
his
own
person
videlicet
in
a
lovecause
troilus
had
his
brains
dash'd
out
with
a
grecian
club
yet
he
did
what
he
could
to
die
before
and
he
is
one
of
the
patterns
of
love
leander
he
would
have
liv'd
many
a
fair
year
though
hero
had
turn'd
nun
if
it
had
not
been
for
a
hot
midsummer
night
for
good
youth
he
went
but
forth
to
wash
him
in
the
hellespont
and
being
taken
with
the
cramp
was
drown'd
and
the
foolish
chroniclers
of
that
age
found
it
was
hero
of
sestos
but
these
are
all
lies
men
have
died
from
time
to
time
and
worms
have
eaten
them
but
not
for
love
would
not
have
my
right
rosalind
of
this
mind
for
protest
her
frown
might
kill
me
by
this
hand
it
will
not
kill
a
fly
but
come
now
will
be
your
rosalind
in
a
more
comingon
disposition
and
ask
me
what
you
will
will
grant
it
then
love
me
rosalind
yes
faith
will
fridays
and
saturdays
and
all
and
wilt
thou
have
me
ay
and
twenty
such
what
sayest
thou
are
you
not
good
hope
so
why
then
can
one
desire
too
much
of
a
good
thing
come
sister
you
shall
be
the
priest
and
marry
us
give
me
your
hand
orlando
what
do
you
say
sister
pray
thee
marry
us
cannot
say
the
words
you
must
begin
'will
you
orlando
go
to
will
you
orlando
have
to
wife
this
rosalind
will
ay
but
when
why
now
as
fast
as
she
can
marry
us
then
you
must
say
take
thee
rosalind
for
wife
take
thee
rosalind
for
wife
might
ask
you
for
your
commission
but
do
take
thee
orlando
for
my
husband
there's
a
girl
goes
before
the
priest
and
certainly
a
woman's
thought
runs
before
her
actions
so
do
all
thoughts
they
are
wing'd
now
tell
me
how
long
you
would
have
her
after
you
have
possess'd
her
for
ever
and
a
day
say
'a
day
without
the
'ever
no
no
orlando
men
are
april
when
they
woo
december
when
they
wed
maids
are
may
when
they
are
maids
but
the
sky
changes
when
they
are
wives
will
be
more
jealous
of
thee
than
a
barbary
cockpigeon
over
his
hen
more
clamorous
than
a
parrot
against
rain
more
newfangled
than
an
ape
more
giddy
in
my
desires
than
a
monkey
will
weep
for
nothing
like
diana
in
the
fountain
and
will
do
that
when
you
are
dispos'd
to
be
merry
will
laugh
like
a
hyen
and
that
when
thou
are
inclin'd
to
sleep
but
will
my
rosalind
do
so
by
my
life
she
will
do
as
do
but
she
is
wise
or
else
she
could
not
have
the
wit
to
do
this
the
wiser
the
waywarder
make
the
doors
upon
a
woman's
wit
and
it
will
out
at
the
casement
shut
that
and
'twill
out
at
the
keyhole
stop
that
'twill
fly
with
the
smoke
out
at
the
chimney
man
that
had
a
wife
with
such
a
wit
he
might
say
'wit
whither
wilt
nay
you
might
keep
that
check
for
it
till
you
met
your
wife's
wit
going
to
your
neighbour's
bed
and
what
wit
could
wit
have
to
excuse
that
marry
to
say
she
came
to
seek
you
there
you
shall
never
take
her
without
her
answer
unless
you
take
her
without
her
tongue
that
woman
that
cannot
make
her
fault
her
husband's
occasion
let
her
never
nurse
her
child
herself
for
she
will
breed
it
like
a
fool
for
these
two
hours
rosalind
will
leave
thee
alas
dear
love
cannot
lack
thee
two
hours
must
attend
the
duke
at
dinner
by
two
o'clock
will
be
with
thee
again
ay
go
your
ways
go
your
ways
knew
what
you
would
prove
my
friends
told
me
as
much
and
thought
no
less
that
flattering
tongue
of
yours
won
me
'tis
but
one
cast
away
and
so
come
death
two
o'clock
is
your
hour
ay
sweet
rosalind
by
my
troth
and
in
good
earnest
and
so
god
mend
me
and
by
all
pretty
oaths
that
are
not
dangerous
if
you
break
one
jot
of
your
promise
or
come
one
minute
behind
your
hour
will
think
you
the
most
pathetical
breakpromise
and
the
most
hollow
lover
and
the
most
unworthy
of
her
you
call
rosalind
that
may
be
chosen
out
of
the
gross
band
of
the
unfaithful
therefore
beware
my
censure
and
keep
your
promise
with
no
less
religion
than
if
thou
wert
indeed
my
rosalind
so
adieu
well
time
is
the
old
justice
that
examines
all
such
offenders
and
let
time
try
adieu
exit
you
have
simply
misus'd
our
sex
in
your
loveprate
we
must
have
your
doublet
and
hose
pluck'd
over
your
head
and
show
the
world
what
the
bird
hath
done
to
her
own
nest
coz
coz
coz
my
pretty
little
coz
that
thou
didst
know
how
many
fathom
deep
am
in
love
but
it
cannot
be
sounded
my
affection
hath
an
unknown
bottom
like
the
bay
of
portugal
or
rather
bottomless
that
as
fast
as
you
pour
affection
in
it
runs
out
no
that
same
wicked
bastard
of
venus
that
was
begot
of
thought
conceiv'd
of
spleen
and
born
of
madness
that
blind
rascally
boy
that
abuses
every
one's
eyes
because
his
own
are
out
let
him
be
judge
how
deep
am
in
love
i'll
tell
thee
aliena
cannot
be
out
of
the
sight
of
orlando
i'll
go
find
a
shadow
and
sigh
till
he
come
and
i'll
sleep
exeunt
the
forest
enter
and
in
the
habit
of
foresters
which
is
he
that
killed
the
deer
sir
it
was
let's
present
him
to
the
duke
like
a
roman
conqueror
and
it
would
do
well
to
set
the
deer's
horns
upon
his
head
for
a
branch
of
victory
have
you
no
song
forester
for
this
purpose
yes
sir
sing
it
'tis
no
matter
how
it
be
in
tune
so
it
make
noise
enough
what
shall
he
have
that
kill'd
the
deer
his
leather
skin
and
horns
to
wear
the
rest
shall
hear
this
burden
then
sing
him
home
take
thou
no
scorn
to
wear
the
horn
it
was
a
crest
ere
thou
wast
born
thy
father's
father
wore
it
and
thy
father
bore
it
the
horn
the
horn
the
lusty
horn
is
not
a
thing
to
laugh
to
scorn
exeunt
the
forest
enter
and
how
say
you
now
is
it
not
past
two
o'clock
and
here
much
orlando
warrant
you
with
pure
love
and
troubled
brain
he
hath
ta'en
his
bow
and
arrows
and
is
gone
forth
to
sleep
look
who
comes
here
enter
my
errand
is
to
you
fair
youth
my
gentle
phebe
did
bid
me
give
you
this
know
not
the
contents
but
as
guess
by
the
stern
brow
and
waspish
action
which
she
did
use
as
she
was
writing
of
it
it
bears
an
angry
tenour
pardon
me
am
but
as
a
guiltless
messenger
patience
herself
would
startle
at
this
letter
and
play
the
swaggerer
bear
this
bear
all
she
says
am
not
fair
that
lack
manners
she
calls
me
proud
and
that
she
could
not
love
me
were
man
as
rare
as
phoenix
'od's
my
will
her
love
is
not
the
hare
that
do
hunt
why
writes
she
so
to
me
well
shepherd
well
this
is
a
letter
of
your
own
device
no
protest
know
not
the
contents
phebe
did
write
it
come
come
you
are
a
fool
and
turn'd
into
the
extremity
of
love
saw
her
hand
she
has
a
leathern
hand
freestonecolour'd
hand
verily
did
think
that
her
old
gloves
were
on
but
'twas
her
hands
she
has
a
huswife's
hand
but
that's
no
matter
say
she
never
did
invent
this
letter
this
is
a
man's
invention
and
his
hand
sure
it
is
hers
why
'tis
a
boisterous
and
a
cruel
style
style
for
challengers
why
she
defies
me
like
turk
to
christian
women's
gentle
brain
could
not
drop
forth
such
giantrude
invention
such
ethiope
words
blacker
in
their
effect
than
in
their
countenance
will
you
hear
the
letter
so
please
you
for
never
heard
it
yet
yet
heard
too
much
of
phebe's
cruelty
she
phebes
me
mark
how
the
tyrant
writes
reads
'art
thou
god
to
shepherd
turn'd
that
a
maiden's
heart
hath
burn'd
can
a
woman
rail
thus
call
you
this
railing
'why
thy
godhead
laid
apart
warr'st
thou
with
a
woman's
heart
did
you
ever
hear
such
railing
'whiles
the
eye
of
man
did
woo
me
that
could
do
no
vengeance
to
me
meaning
me
a
beast
'if
the
scorn
of
your
bright
eyne
have
power
to
raise
such
love
in
mine
alack
in
me
what
strange
effect
would
they
work
in
mild
aspect
whiles
you
chid
me
did
love
how
then
might
your
prayers
move
he
that
brings
this
love
to
the
little
knows
this
love
in
me
and
by
him
seal
up
thy
mind
whether
that
thy
youth
and
kind
will
the
faithful
offer
take
of
me
and
all
that
can
make
or
else
by
him
my
love
deny
and
then
i'll
study
how
to
die
call
you
this
chiding
alas
poor
shepherd
do
you
pity
him
no
he
deserves
no
pity
wilt
thou
love
such
a
woman
what
to
make
thee
an
instrument
and
play
false
strains
upon
thee
not
to
be
endur'd
well
go
your
way
to
her
for
see
love
hath
made
thee
tame
snake
and
say
this
to
her
that
if
she
love
me
charge
her
to
love
thee
if
she
will
not
will
never
have
her
unless
thou
entreat
for
her
if
you
be
a
true
lover
hence
and
not
a
word
for
here
comes
more
company
exit
enter
good
morrow
fair
ones
pray
you
if
you
know
where
in
the
purlieus
of
this
forest
stands
sheepcote
fenc'd
about
with
olive
trees
west
of
this
place
down
in
the
neighbour
bottom
the
rank
of
osiers
by
the
murmuring
stream
left
on
your
right
hand
brings
you
to
the
place
but
at
this
hour
the
house
doth
keep
itself
there's
none
within
if
that
an
eye
may
profit
by
a
tongue
then
should
know
you
by
description
such
garments
and
such
years
'the
boy
is
fair
of
female
favour
and
bestows
himself
like
a
ripe
sister
the
woman
low
and
browner
than
her
brother
are
not
you
the
owner
of
the
house
did
inquire
for
it
is
no
boast
being
ask'd
to
say
we
are
orlando
doth
commend
him
to
you
both
and
to
that
youth
he
calls
his
rosalind
he
sends
this
bloody
napkin
are
you
he
am
what
must
we
understand
by
this
some
of
my
shame
if
you
will
know
of
me
what
man
am
and
how
and
why
and
where
this
handkercher
was
stain'd
pray
you
tell
it
when
last
the
young
orlando
parted
from
you
he
left
a
promise
to
return
again
within
an
hour
and
pacing
through
the
forest
chewing
the
food
of
sweet
and
bitter
fancy
lo
what
befell
he
threw
his
eye
aside
and
mark
what
object
did
present
itself
under
an
oak
whose
boughs
were
moss'd
with
age
and
high
top
bald
with
dry
antiquity
wretched
ragged
man
o'ergrown
with
hair
lay
sleeping
on
his
back
about
his
neck
green
and
gilded
snake
had
wreath'd
itself
who
with
her
head
nimble
in
threats
approach'd
the
opening
of
his
mouth
but
suddenly
seeing
orlando
it
unlink'd
itself
and
with
indented
glides
did
slip
away
into
a
bush
under
which
bush's
shade
lioness
with
udders
all
drawn
dry
lay
couching
head
on
ground
with
catlike
watch
when
that
the
sleeping
man
should
stir
for
'tis
the
royal
disposition
of
that
beast
to
prey
on
nothing
that
doth
seem
as
dead
this
seen
orlando
did
approach
the
man
and
found
it
was
his
brother
his
elder
brother
have
heard
him
speak
of
that
same
brother
and
he
did
render
him
the
most
unnatural
that
liv'd
amongst
men
and
well
he
might
so
do
for
well
know
he
was
unnatural
but
to
orlando
did
he
leave
him
there
food
to
the
suck'd
and
hungry
lioness
twice
did
he
turn
his
back
and
purpos'd
so
but
kindness
nobler
ever
than
revenge
and
nature
stronger
than
his
just
occasion
made
him
give
battle
to
the
lioness
who
quickly
fell
before
him
in
which
hurtling
from
miserable
slumber
awak'd
are
you
his
brother
was't
you
he
rescu'd
was't
you
that
did
so
oft
contrive
to
kill
him
'twas
but
'tis
not
do
not
shame
to
tell
you
what
was
since
my
conversion
so
sweetly
tastes
being
the
thing
am
but
for
the
bloody
napkin
by
and
by
when
from
the
first
to
last
betwixt
us
two
tears
our
recountments
had
most
kindly
bath'd
as
how
came
into
that
desert
place
in
brief
he
led
me
to
the
gentle
duke
who
gave
me
fresh
array
and
entertainment
committing
me
unto
my
brother's
love
who
led
me
instantly
unto
his
cave
there
stripp'd
himself
and
here
upon
his
arm
the
lioness
had
torn
some
flesh
away
which
all
this
while
had
bled
and
now
he
fainted
and
cried
in
fainting
upon
rosalind
brief
recover'd
him
bound
up
his
wound
and
after
some
small
space
being
strong
at
heart
he
sent
me
hither
stranger
as
am
to
tell
this
story
that
you
might
excuse
his
broken
promise
and
to
give
this
napkin
dy'd
in
his
blood
unto
the
shepherd
youth
that
he
in
sport
doth
call
his
rosalind
swoons
why
how
now
ganymede
sweet
ganymede
many
will
swoon
when
they
do
look
on
blood
there
is
more
in
it
cousin
ganymede
look
he
recovers
would
were
at
home
we'll
lead
you
thither
pray
you
will
you
take
him
by
the
arm
be
of
good
cheer
youth
you
a
man
you
lack
a
man's
heart
do
so
confess
it
ah
sirrah
a
body
would
think
this
was
well
counterfeited
pray
you
tell
your
brother
how
well
counterfeited
heighho
this
was
not
counterfeit
there
is
too
great
testimony
in
your
complexion
that
it
was
a
passion
of
earnest
counterfeit
assure
you
well
then
take
a
good
heart
and
counterfeit
to
be
a
man
so
do
but
i
faith
should
have
been
a
woman
by
right
come
you
look
paler
and
paler
pray
you
draw
homewards
good
sir
go
with
us
that
will
for
must
bear
answer
back
how
you
excuse
my
brother
rosalind
shall
devise
something
but
pray
you
commend
my
counterfeiting
to
him
will
you
go
exeunt
the
forest
enter
and
we
shall
find
a
time
audrey
patience
gentle
audrey
faith
the
priest
was
good
enough
for
all
the
old
gentleman's
saying
most
wicked
sir
oliver
audrey
a
most
vile
martext
but
audrey
there
is
a
youth
here
in
the
forest
lays
claim
to
you
ay
know
who
'tis
he
hath
no
interest
in
me
in
the
world
here
comes
the
man
you
mean
enter
it
is
meat
and
drink
to
me
to
see
a
clown
by
my
troth
we
that
have
good
wits
have
much
to
answer
for
we
shall
be
flouting
we
cannot
hold
good
ev'n
audrey
god
ye
good
ev'n
william
and
good
ev'n
to
you
sir
good
ev'n
gentle
friend
cover
thy
head
cover
thy
head
nay
prithee
be
cover'd
how
old
are
you
friend
five
and
twenty
sir
ripe
age
is
thy
name
william
william
sir
fair
name
wast
born
i
th
forest
here
ay
sir
thank
god
'thank
god
good
answer
art
rich
faith
sir
so
so
'so
so
is
good
very
good
very
excellent
good
and
yet
it
is
not
it
is
but
so
so
art
thou
wise
ay
sir
have
a
pretty
wit
why
thou
say'st
well
do
now
remember
a
saying
'the
fool
doth
think
he
is
wise
but
the
wise
man
knows
himself
to
be
a
fool
the
heathen
philosopher
when
he
had
a
desire
to
eat
a
grape
would
open
his
lips
when
he
put
it
into
his
mouth
meaning
thereby
that
grapes
were
made
to
eat
and
lips
to
open
you
do
love
this
maid
do
sir
give
me
your
hand
art
thou
learned
no
sir
then
learn
this
of
me
to
have
is
to
have
for
it
is
a
figure
in
rhetoric
that
drink
being
pour'd
out
of
cup
into
a
glass
by
filling
the
one
doth
empty
the
other
for
all
your
writers
do
consent
that
ipse
is
he
now
you
are
not
ipse
for
am
he
which
he
sir
he
sir
that
must
marry
this
woman
therefore
you
clown
abandon
which
is
in
the
vulgar
leave
the
society
which
in
the
boorish
is
company
of
this
female
which
in
the
common
is
woman
which
together
is
abandon
the
society
of
this
female
or
clown
thou
perishest
or
to
thy
better
understanding
diest
or
to
wit
kill
thee
make
thee
away
translate
thy
life
into
death
thy
liberty
into
bondage
will
deal
in
poison
with
thee
or
in
bastinado
or
in
steel
will
bandy
with
thee
in
faction
will
o'errun
thee
with
policy
will
kill
thee
a
hundred
and
fifty
ways
therefore
tremble
and
depart
do
good
william
god
rest
you
merry
sir
exit
enter
our
master
and
mistress
seeks
you
come
away
away
trip
audrey
trip
audrey
attend
attend
exeunt
the
forest
enter
and
is't
possible
that
on
so
little
acquaintance
you
should
like
her
that
but
seeing
you
should
love
her
and
loving
woo
and
wooing
she
should
grant
and
will
you
persever
to
enjoy
her
neither
call
the
giddiness
of
it
in
question
the
poverty
of
her
the
small
acquaintance
my
sudden
wooing
nor
her
sudden
consenting
but
say
with
me
love
aliena
say
with
her
that
she
loves
me
consent
with
both
that
we
may
enjoy
each
other
it
shall
be
to
your
good
for
my
father's
house
and
all
the
revenue
that
was
old
sir
rowland's
will
estate
upon
you
and
here
live
and
die
a
shepherd
you
have
my
consent
let
your
wedding
be
tomorrow
thither
will
invite
the
duke
and
all's
contented
followers
go
you
and
prepare
aliena
for
look
you
here
comes
my
rosalind
enter
god
save
you
brother
and
you
fair
sister
exit
my
dear
orlando
how
it
grieves
me
to
see
thee
wear
thy
heart
in
a
scarf
it
is
my
arm
thought
thy
heart
had
been
wounded
with
the
claws
of
a
lion
wounded
it
is
but
with
the
eyes
of
a
lady
did
your
brother
tell
you
how
counterfeited
to
swoon
when
he
show'd
me
your
handkercher
ay
and
greater
wonders
than
that
know
where
you
are
nay
'tis
true
there
was
never
any
thing
so
sudden
but
the
fight
of
two
rams
and
caesar's
thrasonical
brag
of
came
saw
and
overcame
for
your
brother
and
my
sister
no
sooner
met
but
they
look'd
no
sooner
look'd
but
they
lov'd
no
sooner
lov'd
but
they
sigh'd
no
sooner
sigh'd
but
they
ask'd
one
another
the
reason
no
sooner
knew
the
reason
but
they
sought
the
remedy
and
in
these
degrees
have
they
made
pair
of
stairs
to
marriage
which
they
will
climb
incontinent
or
else
be
incontinent
before
marriage
they
are
in
the
very
wrath
of
love
and
they
will
together
clubs
cannot
part
them
they
shall
be
married
tomorrow
and
will
bid
the
duke
to
the
nuptial
but
how
bitter
a
thing
it
is
to
look
into
happiness
through
another
man's
eyes
by
so
much
the
more
shall
tomorrow
be
at
the
height
of
heartheaviness
by
how
much
shall
think
my
brother
happy
in
having
what
he
wishes
for
why
then
tomorrow
cannot
serve
your
turn
for
rosalind
can
live
no
longer
by
thinking
will
weary
you
then
no
longer
with
idle
talking
know
of
me
then
for
now
speak
to
some
purpose
that
know
you
are
a
gentleman
of
good
conceit
speak
not
this
that
you
should
bear
a
good
opinion
of
my
knowledge
insomuch
say
know
you
are
neither
do
labour
for
a
greater
esteem
than
may
in
some
little
measure
draw
a
belief
from
you
to
do
yourself
good
and
not
to
grace
me
believe
then
if
you
please
that
can
do
strange
things
have
since
was
three
year
old
convers'd
with
a
magician
most
profound
in
his
art
and
yet
not
damnable
if
you
do
love
rosalind
so
near
the
heart
as
your
gesture
cries
it
out
when
your
brother
marries
aliena
shall
you
marry
her
know
into
what
straits
of
fortune
she
is
driven
and
it
is
not
impossible
to
me
if
it
appear
not
inconvenient
to
you
to
set
her
before
your
eyes
tomorrow
human
as
she
is
and
without
any
danger
speak'st
thou
in
sober
meanings
by
my
life
do
which
tender
dearly
though
say
am
a
magician
therefore
put
you
in
your
best
array
bid
your
friends
for
if
you
will
be
married
tomorrow
you
shall
and
to
rosalind
if
you
will
enter
and
look
here
comes
a
lover
of
mine
and
a
lover
of
hers
youth
you
have
done
me
much
ungentleness
to
show
the
letter
that
writ
to
you
care
not
if
have
it
is
my
study
to
seem
despiteful
and
ungentle
to
you
you
are
there
follow'd
by
a
faithful
shepherd
look
upon
him
love
him
he
worships
you
good
shepherd
tell
this
youth
what
'tis
to
love
it
is
to
be
all
made
of
sighs
and
tears
and
so
am
for
phebe
and
for
ganymede
and
for
rosalind
and
for
no
woman
it
is
to
be
all
made
of
faith
and
service
and
so
am
for
phebe
and
for
ganymede
and
for
rosalind
and
for
no
woman
it
is
to
be
all
made
of
fantasy
all
made
of
passion
and
all
made
of
wishes
all
adoration
duty
and
observance
all
humbleness
all
patience
and
impatience
all
purity
all
trial
all
obedience
and
so
am
for
phebe
and
so
am
for
ganymede
and
so
am
for
rosalind
and
so
am
for
no
woman
if
this
be
so
why
blame
you
me
to
love
you
if
this
be
so
why
blame
you
me
to
love
you
if
this
be
so
why
blame
you
me
to
love
you
why
do
you
speak
too
'why
blame
you
me
to
love
you
to
her
that
is
not
here
nor
doth
not
hear
pray
you
no
more
of
this
'tis
like
the
howling
of
irish
wolves
against
the
moon
to
will
help
you
if
can
to
would
love
you
if
could
tomorrow
meet
me
all
together
to
will
marry
you
if
ever
marry
woman
and
i'll
be
married
tomorrow
to
will
satisfy
you
if
ever
satisfied
man
and
you
shall
be
married
tomorrow
to
silvius
will
content
you
if
what
pleases
you
contents
you
and
you
shall
be
married
tomorrow
to
as
you
love
rosalind
meet
to
as
you
love
phebe
meet
and
as
love
no
woman
i'll
meet
so
fare
you
well
have
left
you
commands
i'll
not
fail
if
live
nor
nor
exeunt
the
forest
enter
and
tomorrow
is
the
joyful
day
audre'y
tomorrow
will
we
be
married
do
desire
it
with
all
my
heart
and
hope
it
is
no
dishonest
desire
to
desire
to
be
a
woman
of
the
world
here
come
two
of
the
banish'd
duke's
pages
enter
two
well
met
honest
gentleman
by
my
troth
well
met
come
sit
sit
and
a
song
we
are
for
you
sit
i
th
middle
shall
we
clap
into't
roundly
without
hawking
or
spitting
or
saying
we
are
hoarse
which
are
the
only
prologues
to
a
bad
voice
i'faith
i'faith
and
both
in
a
tune
like
two
gipsies
on
a
horse
it
was
a
lover
and
his
lass
with
a
hey
and
a
ho
and
a
hey
nonino
that
o'er
the
green
cornfield
did
pass
in
the
spring
time
the
only
pretty
ring
time
when
birds
do
sing
hey
ding
a
ding
ding
sweet
lovers
love
the
spring
between
the
acres
of
the
rye
with
a
hey
and
a
ho
and
a
hey
nonino
these
pretty
country
folks
would
lie
in
the
spring
time
c
this
carol
they
began
that
hour
with
a
hey
and
a
ho
and
a
hey
nonino
how
that
a
life
was
but
a
flower
in
the
spring
time
c
and
therefore
take
the
present
time
with
a
hey
and
a
ho
and
a
hey
nonino
for
love
is
crowned
with
the
prime
in
the
spring
time
c
truly
young
gentlemen
though
there
was
no
great
matter
in
the
ditty
yet
the
note
was
very
untuneable
are
deceiv'd
sir
we
kept
time
we
lost
not
our
time
by
my
troth
yes
count
it
but
time
lost
to
hear
such
a
foolish
song
god
buy
you
and
god
mend
your
voices
come
audrey
exeunt
the
forest
enter
and
dost
thou
believe
orlando
that
the
boy
can
do
all
this
that
he
hath
promised
sometimes
do
believe
and
sometimes
do
not
as
those
that
fear
they
hope
and
know
they
fear
enter
and
patience
once
more
whiles
our
compact
is
urg'd
you
say
if
bring
in
your
rosalind
you
will
bestow
her
on
orlando
here
that
would
had
kingdoms
to
give
with
her
and
you
say
you
will
have
her
when
bring
her
that
would
were
of
all
kingdoms
king
you
say
you'll
marry
me
if
be
willing
that
will
should
die
the
hour
after
but
if
you
do
refuse
to
marry
me
you'll
give
yourself
to
this
most
faithful
shepherd
so
is
the
bargain
you
say
that
you'll
have
phebe
if
she
will
though
to
have
her
and
death
were
both
one
thing
have
promis'd
to
make
all
this
matter
even
keep
you
your
word
duke
to
give
your
daughter
you
yours
orlando
to
receive
his
daughter
keep
your
word
phebe
that
you'll
marry
me
or
else
refusing
me
to
wed
this
shepherd
keep
your
word
silvius
that
you'll
marry
her
if
she
refuse
me
and
from
hence
go
to
make
these
doubts
all
even
exeunt
and
do
remember
in
this
shepherd
boy
some
lively
touches
of
my
daughter's
favour
my
lord
the
first
time
that
ever
saw
him
methought
he
was
a
brother
to
your
daughter
but
my
good
lord
this
boy
is
forestborn
and
hath
been
tutor'd
in
the
rudiments
of
many
desperate
studies
by
his
uncle
whom
he
reports
to
be
a
great
magician
obscured
in
the
circle
of
this
forest
enter
and
there
is
sure
another
flood
toward
and
these
couples
are
coming
to
the
ark
here
comes
a
pair
of
very
strange
beasts
which
in
all
tongues
are
call'd
fools
salutation
and
greeting
to
you
all
good
my
lord
bid
him
welcome
this
is
the
motleyminded
gentleman
that
have
so
often
met
in
the
forest
he
hath
been
a
courtier
he
swears
if
any
man
doubt
that
let
him
put
me
to
my
purgation
have
trod
a
measure
have
flatt'red
a
lady
have
been
politic
with
my
friend
smooth
with
mine
enemy
have
undone
three
tailors
have
had
four
quarrels
and
like
to
have
fought
one
and
how
was
that
ta'en
up
faith
we
met
and
found
the
quarrel
was
upon
the
seventh
cause
how
seventh
cause
good
my
lord
like
this
fellow
like
him
very
well
god
'ild
you
sir
desire
you
of
the
like
press
in
here
sir
amongst
the
rest
of
the
country
copulatives
to
swear
and
to
forswear
according
as
marriage
binds
and
blood
breaks
poor
virgin
sir
an
illfavour'd
thing
sir
but
mine
own
a
poor
humour
of
mine
sir
to
take
that
that
man
else
will
rich
honesty
dwells
like
a
miser
sir
in
a
poor
house
as
your
pearl
in
your
foul
oyster
by
my
faith
he
is
very
swift
and
sententious
according
to
the
fool's
bolt
sir
and
such
dulcet
diseases
but
for
the
seventh
cause
how
did
you
find
the
quarrel
on
the
seventh
cause
upon
a
lie
seven
times
removed
bear
your
body
more
seeming
audrey
as
thus
sir
did
dislike
the
cut
of
a
certain
courtier's
beard
he
sent
me
word
if
said
his
beard
was
not
cut
well
he
was
in
the
mind
it
was
this
is
call'd
the
retort
courteous
if
sent
him
word
again
it
was
not
well
cut
he
would
send
me
word
he
cut
it
to
please
himself
this
is
call'd
the
quip
modest
if
again
it
was
not
well
cut
he
disabled
my
judgment
this
is
call'd
the
reply
churlish
if
again
it
was
not
well
cut
he
would
answer
spake
not
true
this
is
call'd
the
reproof
valiant
if
again
it
was
not
well
cut
he
would
say
lie
this
is
call'd
the
countercheck
quarrelsome
and
so
to
the
lie
circumstantial
and
the
lie
direct
and
how
oft
did
you
say
his
beard
was
not
well
cut
durst
go
no
further
than
the
lie
circumstantial
nor
he
durst
not
give
me
the
lie
direct
and
so
we
measur'd
swords
and
parted
can
you
nominate
in
order
now
the
degrees
of
the
lie
sir
we
quarrel
in
print
by
the
book
as
you
have
books
for
good
manners
will
name
you
the
degrees
the
first
the
retort
courteous
the
second
the
quip
modest
the
third
the
reply
churlish
the
fourth
the
reproof
valiant
the
fifth
the
countercheck
quarrelsome
the
sixth
the
lie
with
circumstance
the
seventh
the
lie
direct
all
these
you
may
avoid
but
the
lie
direct
and
you
may
avoid
that
too
with
an
if
knew
when
seven
justices
could
not
take
up
a
quarrel
but
when
the
parties
were
met
themselves
one
of
them
thought
but
of
an
if
as
'if
you
said
so
then
said
so
and
they
shook
hands
and
swore
brothers
your
if
is
the
only
peacemaker
much
virtue
in
if
is
not
this
a
rare
fellow
my
lord
he's
as
good
at
any
thing
and
yet
a
fool
he
uses
his
folly
like
a
stalkinghorse
and
under
the
presentation
of
that
he
shoots
his
wit
enter
and
still
then
is
there
mirth
in
heaven
when
earthly
things
made
even
atone
together
good
duke
receive
thy
daughter
hymen
from
heaven
brought
her
yea
brought
her
hither
that
thou
mightst
join
her
hand
with
his
whose
heart
within
his
bosom
is
to
to
you
give
myself
for
am
yours
to
to
you
give
myself
for
am
yours
if
there
be
truth
in
sight
you
are
my
daughter
if
there
be
truth
in
sight
you
are
my
rosalind
if
sight
and
shape
be
true
why
then
my
love
adieu
i'll
have
no
father
if
you
be
not
he
i'll
have
no
husband
if
you
be
not
he
nor
ne'er
wed
woman
if
you
be
not
she
peace
ho
bar
confusion
'tis
must
make
conclusion
of
these
most
strange
events
here's
eight
that
must
take
hands
to
join
in
hymen's
bands
if
truth
holds
true
contents
you
and
you
no
cross
shall
part
you
and
you
are
heart
in
heart
you
to
his
love
must
accord
or
have
a
woman
to
your
lord
you
and
you
are
sure
together
as
the
winter
to
foul
weather
whiles
a
wedlockhymn
we
sing
feed
yourselves
with
questioning
that
reason
wonder
may
diminish
how
thus
we
met
and
these
things
finish
wedding
is
great
juno's
crown
blessed
bond
of
board
and
bed
'tis
hymen
peoples
every
town
high
wedlock
then
be
honoured
honour
high
honour
and
renown
to
hymen
god
of
every
town
my
dear
niece
welcome
thou
art
to
me
even
daughter
welcome
in
no
less
degree
will
not
eat
my
word
now
thou
art
mine
thy
faith
my
fancy
to
thee
doth
combine
enter
de
de
let
me
have
audience
for
a
word
or
two
am
the
second
son
of
old
sir
rowland
that
bring
these
tidings
to
this
fair
assembly
duke
frederick
hearing
how
that
every
day
men
of
great
worth
resorted
to
this
forest
address'd
a
mighty
power
which
were
on
foot
in
his
own
conduct
purposely
to
take
his
brother
here
and
put
him
to
the
sword
and
to
the
skirts
of
this
wild
wood
he
came
where
meeting
with
an
old
religious
man
after
some
question
with
him
was
converted
both
from
his
enterprise
and
from
the
world
his
crown
bequeathing
to
his
banish'd
brother
and
all
their
lands
restor'd
to
them
again
that
were
with
him
exil'd
this
to
be
true
do
engage
my
life
welcome
young
man
thou
offer'st
fairly
to
thy
brothers
wedding
to
one
his
lands
withheld
and
to
the
other
land
itself
at
large
a
potent
dukedom
first
in
this
forest
let
us
do
those
ends
that
here
were
well
begun
and
well
begot
and
after
every
of
this
happy
number
that
have
endur'd
shrewd
days
and
nights
with
us
shall
share
the
good
of
our
returned
fortune
according
to
the
measure
of
their
states
meantime
forget
this
newfall'n
dignity
and
fall
into
our
rustic
revelry
play
music
and
you
brides
and
bridegrooms
all
with
measure
heap'd
in
joy
to
th
measures
fall
sir
by
your
patience
if
heard
you
rightly
the
duke
hath
put
on
a
religious
life
and
thrown
into
neglect
the
pompous
court
he
hath
to
him
will
out
of
these
convertites
there
is
much
matter
to
be
heard
and
learn'd
to
you
to
your
former
honour
bequeath
your
patience
and
your
virtue
well
deserves
it
to
you
to
a
love
that
your
true
faith
doth
merit
to
you
to
your
land
and
love
and
great
allies
to
you
to
a
long
and
welldeserved
bed
to
and
you
to
wrangling
for
thy
loving
voyage
is
but
for
two
months
victuall'd
so
to
your
pleasures
am
for
other
than
for
dancing
measures
stay
jaques
stay
to
see
no
pastime
what
you
would
have
i'll
stay
to
know
at
your
abandon'd
cave
exit
proceed
proceed
we
will
begin
these
rites
as
we
do
trust
they'll
end
in
true
delights
dance
exeunt
it
is
not
the
fashion
to
see
the
lady
the
epilogue
but
it
is
no
more
unhandsome
than
to
see
the
lord
the
prologue
if
it
be
true
that
good
wine
needs
no
bush
'tis
true
that
a
good
play
needs
no
epilogue
yet
to
good
wine
they
do
use
good
bushes
and
good
plays
prove
the
better
by
the
help
of
good
epilogues
what
a
case
am
in
then
that
am
neither
a
good
epilogue
nor
cannot
insinuate
with
you
in
the
behalf
of
a
good
play
am
not
furnish'd
like
a
beggar
therefore
to
beg
will
not
become
me
my
way
is
to
conjure
you
and
i'll
begin
with
the
women
charge
you
women
for
the
love
you
bear
to
men
to
like
as
much
of
this
play
as
please
you
and
charge
you
men
for
the
love
you
bear
to
women
as
perceive
by
your
simp'ring
none
of
you
hates
them
that
between
you
and
the
women
the
play
may
please
if
were
a
woman
would
kiss
as
many
of
you
as
had
beards
that
pleas'd
me
complexions
that
lik'd
me
and
breaths
that
defied
not
and
am
sure
as
many
as
have
good
beards
or
good
faces
or
sweet
breaths
will
for
my
kind
offer
when
make
curtsy
bid
me
farewell