The Forest of Ardenne.
 Enter ROSALIND for Ganymede, CELIA for Aliena,
 and Clown alias TOUCHSTONE.

Rosalind	O Jupiter, how weary are my spirits!

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

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

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

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

Rosalind	Well, this is the Forest of Ardenne.

Touchstone	Ay, now am I in Ardenne, the more fool I. When I was at 
	home I was in a better place; but travellers must be 
	content.

Rosalind	Ay, be so, good Touchstone.

                         Enter CORIN and SILVIUS.

	Look you, who comes here: a young man and an old in solemn 
	talk.

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

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

Corin	I partly guess, for I have loved ere now.

Silvius	No, Corin; being old, thou canst not guess,
	Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover
	As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow.
	But if thy love were ever like to mine,
	As sure I think did never man love so,
	How many actions most ridiculous
	Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?

Corin	Into a thousand that I have forgotten.

Silvius	O, thou didst then never love so heartily!
	If thou remember'st not the slightest folly
	That ever love did make thee run into,
	Thou hast not loved;
	Or if thou hast not sat as I do now,
	Wearing thy hearer in thy mistress' praise,
	Thou hast not loved;
	Or if thou hast not broke from company
	Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,
	Thou hast not loved.
	O Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe!
															[Exit.
Rosalind	Alas, poor shepherd, searching of thy wound,
	I have by hard adventure found mine own.

Touchstone	And I mine. I remember when I was in love I broke my sword 
	upon a stone, and bid him take that for coming a-night to 
	Jane Smile; and I remember the kissing of her batler, and 
	the cow's dugs that her pretty chopt hands had milked; and 
	I remember the wooing of a peascod instead of her, from 
	whom I 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.

Rosalind	Thou speak'st wiser than thou art ware of.

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

Rosalind	Jove, Jove! This shepherd's passion
	Is much upon my fashion.

Touchstone	And mine, but it grows something stale with me.

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

Touchstone	Holla, you clown!

Rosalind	Peace fool; he's not thy kinsman.

Corin	Who calls?

Touchstone	Your betters, sir.

Corin	Else are they very wretched.

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

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

Rosalind	I 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 oppressed,
	And faints for succour.

Corin								Fair sir, I pity her,
	And wish, for her sake more than for mine own,
	My fortunes were more able to relieve her;
	But I am shepherd to another man,
	And do not shear the fleeces that I 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.

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

Corin	That young swain that you saw here but erewhile,
	That little cares for buying anything.

Rosalind	I 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.

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

Corin	Assurdly the thing is to be sold.
	Go with me; if you like upon report
	The soil, the profit, and this kind of life,
	I will your very faithful feeder be,
	And buy it with your gold right suddenly.
															[Exeunt.
