cods, and giving her them again, said with weep-
ing 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. 56
Ros. Thou speakest wiser than thou art ware
of.
Touch. Nay, I shall ne'er be ware of mine own
wit till I break my shins against it. 60
Ros. Jove, Jove! this shepherd's passion
Is much upon my fashion.
Touch. And mine; but it grows something
stale with me. 64
Cel. I pray you, one of you question yond man,
If he for gold will give us any food:
I faint almost to death.
Touch.Holla, you clown!
Ros. Peace, fool: he's not thy kinsman.
Cor.Who calls? 68
Touch. Your betters, sir.
Cor.Else are they very wretched.
Ros. Peace, I say. Good even to you, friend.
Cor. And to you, gentle sir, and to you all.
Ros. I prithee, shepherd, if that love or gold 72
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.
Cor.Fair sir, I pity her, 76
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,
52 cods: pods
55 nature in love: i.e., human lovers
mortal in folly: deadly foolish
57 ware: aware
59 be ware: beware
67 clown: peasant
