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As You Like It, III. ii

But upon the fairest boughs,

Or at every sentence' end,

Will I Rosalinda write;

Teaching all that read to know

The quintessence of every sprite

Heaven would in little show.

Therefore Heaven Nature charg'd

That one body should be fill'd

With all graces wide enlarg'd:

Nature presently distill'd

Helen's cheek, but not her heart,

Cleopatra's majesty,

Atalanta's better part,

Sad Lucretia's modesty.

Thus Rosalind of many parts

By heavenly synod was devis'd

Of many faces, eyes, and hearts,

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

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.

Touch. Come, shepherd, let us make an ho-

nourable retreat; though not with bag and bag-

gage, yet with scrip and scrippage.

[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 