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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.

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.

Ros. Jove, Jove! this shepherd's passion

Is much upon my fashion.

Touch. And mine; but it grows something

stale with me.

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?

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

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,

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 