But upon the fairest boughs, 144
Or at every sentence' end,
Will I Rosalinda write;
Teaching all that read to know
The quintessence of every sprite 148
Heaven would in little show.
Therefore Heaven Nature charg'd
That one body should be fill'd
With all graces wide enlarg'd: 152
Nature presently distill'd
Helen's cheek, but not her heart,
Cleopatra's majesty,
Atalanta's better part, 156
Sad Lucretia's modesty.
Thus Rosalind of many parts
By heavenly synod was devis'd
Of many faces, eyes, and hearts, 160
To have the touches dearest priz'd.
Heaven would that she these gifts should have,
And I to live and die her slave.'
Ros. O most gentle Jupiter! what tedious 164
homily of love have you wearied your parishion-
ers withal, and never cried, 'Have patience, good
people!'
Cel. How now! back, friends! Shepherd, go
off a little: go with him, sirrah. 169
Touch. Come, shepherd, let us make an ho-
nourable retreat; though not with bag and bag-
gage, yet with scrip and scrippage. 172
[Exeunt Corin and Touchstone.]
Cel. Didst thou hear these verses?
148 quintessence; cf. n.
149 in little: in miniature (?); cf. n.
156 Atalanta's better part: i.e., her athletic grace; cf. n.
159 heavenly synod: assembly of the gods
161 touches: features
164 Jupiter; cf. n.
166 withal: with
172 scrip: a shepherd's pouch
scrippage: its contents
