1    O Jupiter, how weary are my spirits!

2    I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary.

3    I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's
4    apparel and to cry like a woman; but I must comfort
5    the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to show
6    itself courageous to petticoat: therefore courage,
7    good Aliena!

8    I pray you, bear with me; I cannot go no further.

9    For my part, I had rather bear with you than bear
10   you; yet I should bear no cross if I did bear you,
11   for I think you have no money in your purse.

12   Well, this is the forest of Arden.

13   Ay, now am I in Arden; the more fool I; when I was
14   at home, I was in a better place: but travellers
15   must be content.

16   Ay, be so, good Touchstone.
Enter CORIN and SILVIUS
17   Look you, who comes here; a young man and an old in
18   solemn talk.

19   That is the way to make her scorn you still.

20   O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love her!

21   I partly guess; for I have loved ere now.

22   No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess,
23   Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover
24   As ever sigh'd upon a midnight pillow:
25   But if thy love were ever like to mine--
26   As sure I think did never man love so--
27   How many actions most ridiculous
28   Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?

29   Into a thousand that I have forgotten.

30   O, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily!
31   If thou remember'st not the slightest folly
32   That ever love did make thee run into,
33   Thou hast not loved:
34   Or if thou hast not sat as I do now,
35   Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress' praise,
36   Thou hast not loved:
37   Or if thou hast not broke from company
38   Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,
39   Thou hast not loved.
40   O Phebe, Phebe, Phebe!

41   Alas, poor shepherd! searching of thy wound,
42   I have by hard adventure found mine own.

43   And I mine. I remember, when I was in love I broke
44   my sword upon a stone and bid him take that for
45   coming a-night to Jane Smile; and I remember the
46   kissing of her batlet and the cow's dugs that her
47   pretty chopt hands had milked; and I remember the
48   wooing of a peascod instead of her, from whom I took
49   two cods and, giving her them again, said with
50   weeping tears 'Wear these for my sake.' We that are
51   true lovers run into strange capers; but as all is
52   mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.

53   Thou speakest wiser than thou art ware of.

54   Nay, I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I
55   break my shins against it.

56   Jove, Jove! this shepherd's passion
57   Is much upon my fashion.

58   And mine; but it grows something stale with me.

59   I pray you, one of you question yond man
60   If he for gold will give us any food:
61   I faint almost to death.

62   Holla, you clown!

63   Peace, fool: he's not thy kinsman.

64   Who calls?

65   Your betters, sir.

66   Else are they very wretched.

67   Peace, I say. Good even to you, friend.

68   And to you, gentle sir, and to you all.

69   I prithee, shepherd, if that love or gold
70   Can in this desert place buy entertainment,
71   Bring us where we may rest ourselves and feed:
72   Here's a young maid with travel much oppress'd
73   And faints for succor.

74   Fair sir, I pity her
75   And wish, for her sake more than for mine own,
76   My fortunes were more able to relieve her;
77   But I am shepherd to another man
78   And do not shear the fleeces that I graze:
79   My master is of churlish disposition
80   And little recks to find the way to heaven
81   By doing deeds of hospitality:
82   Besides, his cote, his flocks and bounds of feed
83   Are now on sale, and at our sheepcote now,
84   By reason of his absence, there is nothing
85   That you will feed on; but what is, come see.
86   And in my voice most welcome shall you be.

87   What is he that shall buy his flock and pasture?

88   That young swain that you saw here but erewhile,
89   That little cares for buying any thing.

90   I pray thee, if it stand with honesty,
91   Buy thou the cottage, pasture and the flock,
92   And thou shalt have to pay for it of us.

93   And we will mend thy wages. I like this place.
94   And willingly could waste my time in it.

95   Assuredly the thing is to be sold:
96   Go with me: if you like upon report
97   The soil, the profit and this kind of life,
98   I will your very faithful feeder be
99   And buy it with your gold right suddenly.