352 Cor. If you will fee a pageant truly plaid, Rof. O come, let us remove; The fight of lovers feedeth thofe in love: [Exeunt. Changes to another part of the Foreft. Sil. Sw! Enter Silvius and Phebe. WEET Phebe, do not fcorn me; do not, Say, that you love me not; but fay not fo In bitterness; the common executioner, Whose heart th' accuftom'd fight of death makes hard, Falls not the axe upon the humbled neck, 8 will But firft begs pardon : you fterner be Than he that deals, and lives by, bloody drops. Enter Rofalind, Celia and Corin. Phe. I would not be thy executioner; 8 will you ferner be, Than He that dies and lives by bloody drops? He lives indeed, by bloody Drops, if you will: but how does he die by bloody Drops? Than he that lives and thrives by bloody drops. That That eyes, that are the frail'ft and fofteft things, And if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill thee: Now fhew the wound mine eyes have made in thee; Thy Palm fome moment keeps: but now mine eyes, Sil. O dear Phebe, If ever (as that ever may be near) You meet in fome fresh cheek 9 the power of fancy, Then fhall you know the wounds invisible That love's keen arrows make. Phebe. 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, I fhall not pity thee. Rof. And why, I pray you? who might be your mother, 'That you infult, exult, and rail, at once 9 The power of fancy,] i. e. the arms of Love: As poets talk of the darts of Cupid in the Eyes of their Miftreffes. That you infult, exult, and ALL, at once] If the Speaker intended to accufe the perfon spoken to only for infulting and exfulting then, inftead of all at once, it ought to have been, both at once. But by examining the crime of the perfon accufed, we fhall discover that the line is to be read thus, That you infult, exult, and RAIL, at once. For these three things Phebe was guilty of. But the Oxford Editor improves it, and, for rail at once, reads domineer. VOL. II. Over the wretched? what though you (a) have beauty, Sell when you can, you are not for all markets. So 2 Of nature's fale-work:] i. e. those works that nature makes up carelefly and without exactnefs. The allufion is to the practice of Mechanicks, whofe work befpoke is more elaborate, than that which is made up for chance-cuftomers, or to fell in quantities to retailers, which is called sale-work. 3 That can ENTAME my spirits to your worship.] I fhould rather think that Shakespear wrote ENTRAINE, draw, allure. 4 Foul is moft foul, being FOUL to be a fcoffer:] The only fente of this is, An ill-favoured perfon is moft ill favoured, when, if he be ill-favoured, he is a fcoffer. Which is a deal too abfurd [(a) have beauty. Anonymus.-Vulg, have no beauty.] to So take her to thee, fhepherd; fare you well. Phe. Sweet youth, I pray you chide a year together; I had rather hear you chide, than this man woo. Rof. He's fallen in love with your foulnefs, and fhe'll fall in love with my anger.-If it be fo, as fast as fhe answers thee, with frowning looks, I'll fauce her with bitter words. Why look you fo upon me? Phe. For no ill will I bear you. Rof. I pray you, do not fall in love with me; Befides, I like you not. If Come, to our flock. [Exeunt Rof. Cel. and Corin. Phe. (a) Deed fhepherd, now I find thy Saw of might; Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first fight? Phe. Hah: what fay'ft thou, Silvius? Phe. Why I am forry for thee, gentle Silvius. If you do forrow at my grief in love, By giving love, your Sorrow and my grief Phe. Thou haft my love; is not that neighbourly? Phe. Why, that were Covetoufness. Silvius, the time was, that I hated thee; to come from Shakespear; who, without question, wrote, Foul is moft foul, being FOUND to be a Scoffer: i. e. where an ill-favour'd perfon ridicules the defects of others, it makes his own appear exceffive. [(a) Deed shepherd, Oxford Editor-Vulg. Dead Shepherd.] A a 2 And And yet it is not, that I bear thee love; And I in fuch a poverty of grace, That I fhall think it a moft plenteous crop That the main harvest reaps: loose now and then Phe. Know'st thou the youth, that spoke to me ere while? Sil. Not very well, but I have met him oft; And he hath bought the cottage and the bounds, That the old Carlot once was master of. Phe. "Think not, I love him, tho' I ask for him; ""Tis but a peevish boy, yet he talks well. "But what care I for words? yet words do well, "When he that speaks them, pleases thofe that hear: "It is a pretty youth, not very pretty; "But, fure, 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 fo fo, and yet 'tis well; "There was a pretty redness in his lip, "A little riper, and more lufty red Than that mix'd in his cheek; 'twas juft the "difference "Betwixt the conftant red and mingled damask. "There be fome women, Silvius, had they mark'd " him "In parcels as I did, would have gone near " To |