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Alexander Pope [1747], The works of Shakespear in eight volumes. The Genuine Text (collated with all the former Editions, and then corrected and emended) is here settled: Being restored from the Blunders of the first Editors, and the Interpolations of the two Last: with A Comment and Notes, Critical and Explanatory. By Mr. Pope and Mr. Warburton (Printed for J. and P. Knapton, [and] S. Birt [etc.], London) [word count] [S11301].

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SCENE VI. Enter Rosalind, with a paper.
Ros.
From the east to western Inde,
No jewel is like Rosalind.
Her worth, being mounted on the wind,
Through all the world bears Rosalind.
All the pictures, fairest lin'd,
Are but black to Rosalind;
Let no face be kept in mind,
But the face of Rosalind.

Clo.

I'll rhime you so, eight years together; dinners, and suppers, and sleeping hours excepted: it is the right butter-women's rank to market.

Ros.

Out, fool!

Clo.

For a taste.—

If a hart doth lack a hind,
Let him seek out Rosalind.
If the cat will after kind,
So, be sure, will Rosalind.

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Winter garments must be lin'd,
So must slender Rosalind.
They, that reap, must sheaf and bind;
Then to Cart with Rosalind.
Sweetest nut hath sowrest rind,
Such a nut is Rosalind.
He that sweetest rose will find,
Must find love's prick, and Rosalind.

This is the very false gallop of verses; why do you infect yourself with them?

Ros.

Peace, you dull fool, I found them on a tree.

Clo.

Truly, the tree yields bad fruit.

Ros.

I'll graff it with you, and then I shall graff it with a medler; then it will be the earliest fruit i' th' country; for you'll be rotten ere you be half ripe, and that's the right virtue of the medler.

Clo.

You have said; but whether wisely or no, ⁵ ^notelet the Forester judge.

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