B E P P O,

A VENETIAN .STORY.

Rosalind. Farewell, Monsieur Traveller: Loock, youlisp, and wear strange suits; disable all ihe benefits ofyour own country; be out of love with your Nativity, andalmost chide God for making you that countenance youare; or I will scarce think that you have swam in aGondola.

As You Like it , Act IV. Sc. I.

Annotation of the Commentators.

That is, been at Venice , which was much visited bythe young English gentlemen of those limes, and wasthen what Paris is now—the seat of all dissoluteness

S. A.