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of fathers, when there is such a man as Or. Why, what means this ? Why do you look on lando? Cel. O, that's a brave man! he writes brave I see no more in you, than in the ordinary verses, speaks brave words, swears trave oaths, of nature's sale-work:--Od's my little life! and breaks them bravely, quite traverse, athwart I think she means to tangle my eyes too :the heart of his lover; as a puny tilter, that No, 'faith, proud mistress, hope not after it; spurs his horse but on one side, breaks his staff 'Tis not your inky brows, your black silk-hair, like a noble goose : but all's brave, that youth Your bugle eyeballs, nor your cheek of cream, mounts, and folly guides :- Who comes here? That can entame my spirits to your worship.

You foolish shepherd, wherefore do you follow Enter Corin.

her, Cor. Mistress, and master, you have oft in- Like foggy south, puffing with wind and rain ? quired

You are a thousand times, a properer man, After the shepherd that complain'd of love; Than she a woman: "Tis such fools as you, Who you saw sitting by me on the turf, That make the world full of ill-favour'd children: Praising the proud disdainful shepherdess 'Tis not her glass, but you, that flatters her ; That was his mistress.

And out of you she sees herself more proper, Cel.

Well, and what of him? Than any of her lineaments can show her. Cor. If you will see a pageant truly play'd, But, mistress, know yourself; down on your Between the pale complexion of true love,

knees, And the red glow of scorn and proud disdain, And thank heaven fasting, for a good man's love; Go hence a little, and I shall conduct you, For I must tell you friendly in your ear,If you will mark it.

Sell when you can; you are not for all markets : Ros.

O, come, let us remove; Cry the man mercy love him ; take his offer ; The sight of lovers feedeth those in love : Foal is most foul, being foul to be a scoffer. Bring us unto this sight, and you shall say So take her to thee, shepherd :-fare you well. I'll prove a busy actor in their play. (Ereunt. Phe. Sweet youth, I pray you chide a year SCENE V. Another part of the Forest.


I had rather hear you chide than this man woo. Enter Silvius and Phebe.

Ros. He's fallen in love with her foulness, and SEL. Sweet Phebe, do not scorn me; do not, she'll fall in love with my anger: if it be so, as Phebe:

fast as she answers thee with frowning looks, 1"]1 Say, that you love me not; but say not so sauce her with bitter words.-Why look you so In bitterness. The common executioner, Whose heart the accustom'd sight of death makes Phe. For no ill will I bear you. hard,

Ros. I pray you, do not fall in love with me, Falls not the axe upon the humbled neck, For I am falser than vows made in wine; But first begs pardon; Will you sterner be, Besides, I like you not: If you will know my Than he that dies and lives by bloody drops ? house,

'Tis at the luft of olives, here hard by : Enter Rosalind, Celia, and Corin, at a distance. Will you go, sister ?-Shepherd, ply her hard:Phe. I would not be thy executioner:

Come, sister :-Shepherdess, look on him better, I Ay thee, for I would not injure thee.

And be not proud : though all the world could Thou tell'st me, there is murder in mine eyes;

see, "Tis pretty, sure, and very probable,

None could be so abus'd in sight as he.
That eyes, -that are the frail'st and softest things, Come, to our flock.
Who shut their coward gates on atomies,-

[Ereunt Rosalind, Celia, and Corin. Should be call'd tyrants, butchers, murderers ! Phe. Dear shepherd ! now I find thy saw of Now I do frown on thee with all my heart;

might; And, if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight?

Sul. Sweet Phebe,

Now counterfeit to swoon; why now fall down; Phe. Ha! What say'st thou, Silvius? Or, if thou canst not, 0, for shame, for shame, Sil. Sweet Phebe, pity me. Lie not, to say mine eyes are murderers. Phe. Why, I am sorry for thee, gentle Silvius. Now show the wound mine eye hath made in Sul. Wherever sorrow is, relief would be ; thee:

If you do sorrow at my grief in love, Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remains By giving love, your sorrow and my grief Some scar of it; lean but upon a rush,

Were both extermin'd. The cicatrice and palpable impressure

Phe. Thou hast my love; is not that neighThy palm some moment keeps; but now mine bourly? eyes,

Sil. I would have you. Which I have darted at thee, hurt thee not: Phe.

Why, that were covetousness.
Nor, I am sure, there is no force in eyes Silvius, the time was, that I hated thee;
That can do hurt.

And yet it is not, that I bear thee love;
O dear Phebe,

But since that thou canst talk of love so well, If ever, (as that ever may be near,)

Thy company, which erst was irksome to me, You meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy, I will endure; and I'll employ thee too: Then shall you know the wounds

invisible But do not look for further recompense, That love's keen arrows make.

Than thine own gladness that thou art employ'd. Phe.

But, till that time, Sil. So holy, and so perfect is my love,
Come not thou near me: and, when that time And I in such a poverty of grace,

That I shall think it a most plenteous crop
Afflict me with thy mocks, pity me not; To glean the broken ears after the man
As, till that time, 1 shall not pity thee.

That the main harvest reaps; Jose now and then Ros. And why, I pray you? [ Advancing.] Who A scatter'd smile, and that I'll live upon. might be your mother,

Phe. Know'st thou the youth that spoke to mo That you insult, exult, and all at once,

ere while ? Over the wretched ? What, though you have sil. Not very well, but I have met him oft: beauty,

And he hath bought the cottage, and the bounds, (As, by my faith, I see no more in you

That the old carlot once was master of. Than without candle may go dark to bed,) Phe. Think not I love him, though I ask for Must you be therefore proud and pitiless?




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'Tis but a peevish boy yet he talks well; now, Orlando ! where have you been all this But what care I for words ? yet words do well, while ? You a lover ?-An you serve me such When he that speaks them pleases those that another trick, never come in my sight more. hear.

Orl. My fair Rosalind, I come within an hour It is a pretty youth :-not very pretty:

of my promise.
But, sure, he's proud: and yet his pride becomes Roe. Break an hour's promise in love ? He that
him :

will divide a minute into a thousand parts, and
He'll make a proper man: The best thing in him break but a part of the thousandth part of a min-
Is his complexion; and faster than his tongue ute in the afairs of love, it may be said of him,
Did make offence, his eye did heal it up. that Cupid hath clapp'd him o' the shoulder, but
He is not tall; yet for his years he's tall: I warrant him heart-whole.
His leg is but so so: and yet 'tis well:

Orl. Pardon me, dear Rosalind.
There was a pretty redness in his lip;

Ros. Nay, an you be so tardy, come no more A little riper and more lusty red

in my sight: I had as lief be woo'd of a snail. Than that mix'd in his cheek; 'twas just the Orl. Of a snail? difference

Ros. Ay, of a snail; for though he comes slowly Betwixt the constant red, and mingled damask. he carries his house on his head; a better jointure, There be some women, Silvius, had they mark'd I think, than you can make a woman : Besides, him

he brings his destiny with him. In parcels as I did, would have gone near

Orl. What's that?
To fall in love with him: but, for my part, Ros. Why, horns; which such as you are fain
I love him not, nor hate him not; and yet to be beholden to your wives for: but he comes
I have more cause to hate him than to love him: armed in his fortune, and prevents the slander of
For what had he to do to chide at me ?

his wife.
He said, mine eyes were black, and my hair Orl. Virtue is no horn-maker; and my Rosa.

lind is virtuous.
And, now I am remember'd, scorn'd at me: Ros. And I am your Rosalind.
I marvel, why I answer'd not again;

Cel. It pleases him to call you so; but he hath
But tnat's all one; omittance is no quittance. a Rosalind of a better leer than you.
I'll write to him a very taunting letter,

Ros. Come, woo me, woo me ; for now I am
And thou shalt bear it; Wilt thou, Silvius? in a holiday humour, and like enough to con
Sil. Phebe, with all my heart.

sent: What would you say to me now, an 1

I'll write it straight; were your very very Rosalind.
The matter's in my head, and in my heart: Orl. I would kiss, before I spoke.
I will be bitter with him, and passing short: Ros. Nay, you were better speak first ; and
Go with me, Silvius.

[Exeunt. when you were gravelled for lack of matter, you

might take occasion to kiss. Very good orators, ACT IV.

when they are out, they will spit ; and for lovers,

lacking (God warn us!) matter, the cleanliest SCENE I. The same.

shift is to kiss. Enter Rosalind, Celia, and Jaques.

Orl. How if the kiss be denied ? Jan. I pr’ythee, pretty youth, let me be better begins new matter.

Ros. Then she puts you to entreaty, and there acquainted with thee. Ros. They say you are a melancholy fellow.

Orl. Who could be out, being before his beloved Jay. I am so : I do love it better than laughing: Ros. Marry, that should you, if I were yonr

mistress? Ros. Those that are in extremity of either, are mistress; or I should think my honesty ranker abominable fellows; and betray themselves to

than my wit. every modern censure, worse than drunkards. Jaq. Why, 'tis good to be sad and say nothing. Ros. Not ont of your apparel, and yet out of

Orl. What, of my suit? 1

Ros. Why then, 'tis good to be a post.
Jag: I have neither the scholar's 'melancholy, your suit. Am noi ! your Rosalind ?

Orl. I take some joy to say you are, because
which is emulation; nor the musician's, which
is fantastical; nor the courtier’s, which is proud; Ros. Well, in her person I say I will not have

I would be talking of her. nor the soldier's, which is ambitious; nor the Jawyer's, which is politick; nor the lady's, Orl. Then, in mine own person, I die. which is nice: nor the lover's, which is all these but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded world is almost six thousand years old, and in

Ros. No, 'faith, die by attorney. The poor of many simples, extracted from many objects; all this time there was not any man died in his and, indeed, the sundry contemplation of my travels; which, by often rumination, wraps me had his brains dashed out with a Grecian club;

own person, videlicit, in a love-cause. Troilus in a most humorous sadness. Ros. A traveller! By my faith, you have great yet he did what he could to die before; and he is reason to be sad : 1 fear, you have sold your own one of the patterns of love. Leander, he would lands, to see other men's; then to have seen turned nun, if it had not been for a hot midsum

have lived many a fair year, though' Hero had much, and to have nothing, is to have rich eyes mer night :' for, good youth, he went but forth to and poor hands. Jaq. Yes, I have gained my experience.

wash him in the Hellespond, and, being taken

with the cramp, was drowned ; and the foolish Enter Orlando.

chroniclers of that age found it was-Hero of
Ros. And your experience makes you sad: 1 Sestos. But these are all lies; men have died
had rather have a fool to make me merry, than from time to time, and worms have eaten them,
experience to make me sad; and to travel for it but not for love.

Orl. I would not have my right Rosalind of
Orl. Good day, and happiness, dear Rosalind ! this mind; for, I protest, her frown might kill
Jaq. Nay then, God be wi' you, an you talk in me.
blank verse.

[Erit. Ros. By this hand, it will not kill a fly: But
Ros. Farewell, monsieur traveller: Look, you come, now I will be your Rosalind in a more
lisp, and wear strange suits ; disable all the be-coming-on disposition; and ask me what you
nefits of your own country ; be out of love with will, I will grant it.
your nativity, and almost chide God for making Orl. Then love me, Rosalind.
you that countenance you are: or I will scarce Ros. Yes, faith, will I, Fridays, and Satur.
think you have swam in a gondola.-Why, how days, and all.

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Orl. And wilt thou have me?

unworthy of her you call Rosalind, that may be Ros. Ay, and twenty such.

chosen out of the gross band of the unfaithful : Orl. What say'st thou ?

therefore beware my censure, and keep your Ros. Are you not good ?

promise Orl. I hope so.

Orl With no less religion, than if thou wert Ros. Why then, can one desire too much of a indeed my Rosalind : So, adieu. good thing ?-Come, sister, you shall be the Ros. Well, time is the old justice that examines priest, and marry us.-Give me your hand, Or- all such offenders, and let time try: Adieu ! lando - What do you say, sister ?

(Erit Orlando Orl. 'Pray thee, marry us.

Cel. You have simply misus'd our sex in your Cel. I cannot say the words.

love-prate: we must have your doublet and hose Ros. You must begin, Will you, Orlando - pluck'd over your head, and show the world Cel. Go to :Will you, Orlando, have to wife what the bird hath done to her own nest. this Rosalind ?

Ros. O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that Orl I will.

thou didst know how many fathom deep 1 am Ros. Ay, but when ?

in love! But it cannot be sounded; my affecOrl. Why now; as fast as she can marry us. tion hath an unknown bottom, like the bay of Ros. Then you must say,- I take thee, Rosa- Portugal. lind, for wife.

Cel. Or rather bottomless; that as fast as you Ori. I take thee, Rosalind, for wife.

pour affection in it, it runs out. Ros. I might ask you for your commission; Ros. No, that same wicked bastard of Venus, but, -I do take thee, Orlando, for my husband that was begot of thought, conceived of spleen, There a girl goes before the priest; and, cer- and born of madness; that blind rascally boy, tainly, a woman's thought runs before her ac- that abuses every one's eyes, because his own tions.

are out, let him be judge, how deep. I am in Orl. So do all thoughts, they are winged. love :-I'll tell thee, Aliena, I cannot be out of Ros. Now tell me how long you would have the sight of Orlando: l'll go find a shadow, and her, after you have possessed her.

sigh till he come. Orl. For ever and a day.

Cel. And I'll sleep.

Ereunt. Ros. Say a day, without the ever : No, no,

SCENE II. Another part of the Forest. Orlando; men are April when they woo : December when they wed: maids are May when

Enter Jaques and Lords, in the habit of hey are maids, but the sky changes when they

Foresters. are wives. I will be more jealous of thee than Jag. Which is he that kill'd the deer? a Barbary cock-pigeon over his hen; more cla- 1 Lord. Sir, it was I. morous than a parrot against rain : more new Jaq. Let's present him to the duke like a Rofangled than an ape ; more giddy in my desires man conqueror; and it would do well to set the than a monkey : I will weep for nothing, like deer's horns upon his head, for a branch of vicDiana in the fountain ; and I will do that when tory :-Have you no song, forester, for this puryou are disposed to be merry : I will laugh like pose ? a hyen, and that when thou art inclined to sleep.2 Lord. Yes, sir. Orl. But will my Rosalind do so?

Jaq. Sing it; 'tis no matter how it be in tune, Ros. By my life, she will do as I do.

so it make noise enough. Orl. o, but she is wise. Ros. Or else she could not have the wit to do

SONG. this: the wiser, the waywarder: Make the doors 1. What shall he have that kill'd the deer? upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the case- 2. His leather skin and horns to wear. ment; shut that, and 'twill out at the key hole; 1. Then sing him home: stop that, 'will fly with the smoke out at the T'ake thou no scorn, to wear the horn ; chimney.

It was a crest ere thou wast born; (*) Orl. A man that had a wife with such a wit, he 1. Thy father's father wore it; might say,-Wit, whither wilt ?

And thy father bore it: Ros. Nay, you migh: keep that check for it till All. The horn, the horn, the lusty horn, you met your wife's wit going to your neigh Is not a thing to laugh to scorn. (Exeunt. bonr's bed!

SCENE III. The Forest. Orl. And what wit could wit have to excuse that?

Enter Rosalind and Celia. Ros. Marry, to say, -she came to seek you Ros. How say you now? Is it not past two there. You shall never take her without her o'clock? and here much Orlando! answer, unless you take her without her tongue. Cel. I warrant you, with pure love, and trouO, that woman that cannot make her fault her bled brain, he hath ta'en his bow and arrows, husband's occasion, let her never nurse her child and is gone forth to sleep: Look who comes herself, for she will breed it like a fool.

here. Orl. For these two hours, Rosalind, I will

Enter Silvius. leave thee.

Ros. Alas, dear love, I cannot lack thee two sil. My errand is to you, fair youth :hours.

My gentle Phebe, bid me give you this: Ork. I must attend the duke at dinner ; by two I know not the contents; but as I guess,

(Giving a letten o'clock I will be with thee again.

Ros. Ay, go your ways, go your ways;- By the stern brow and waspish action knew what you would prove; my friends told Which she did use as she was writing of it, me as much, and I thought no less :- that flat- It bears an angry tenour: pardon me, tering tongue of yours won me :-'tis but one I am but as a guiltless messenger. cast away, and so, come, death.-Two o'clock Ros. Patience herself would startle at this is your hour.

letter, Orl. Ay, sweet Rosalind.

And play the swaggerer; bear this, bear all : Ros. By my troth, and in good earnest, and she says, I am not fair; 'that I lack manners; 60 God mend me, and by all pretty oaths that she calls me proud; and, that she coukl not are not dangerous, if you break one jot of your were men as rare as phænix: Od's

my will! I will think you the most pathetical break pro-. Her love is not the hare that I do hunt : mise, and the most hollow lover, and the most •The rest shall bear this burden,

Why writes she so to me?-Well, shepherd, well, | The owner of the house I did inquire for ?
This is a letter of your own device.

Cel. It is no boast, being ask'd, to say, we are. Sil. No, I protest, I know not the contents; Oli. Orlando doth coinmend him to you both; Phebe did write it.

And to that youth he calls his Rosalind, Ros.

Come, come, you are a fool, He sends this bloody napkin; are you he ? And turn'd into the extremity of love.

Ros. 1 am: What must we understand by I saw her hand : she has a leathern hand,

this? A freestone colour'd hand; I verily did think Oli. Some of my shame; if you will know of That her old gloves were on, but 'twas her hands;

me She has a huswife's hand: but that's no matter: What man lam, and how, and why, and where I say, she never did invent this letter;

This handkerchief was stain'd. This is a man's invention, and his hand.


I pray you, tell it. Sil. Sure, it is hers.

Oli. When last the young Orlando parted from Ros. Why, 'uis a boisterous and a cruel style, you, A style for challengers: why, she defies me, He left a promise to return again Like Turk to Christian: woman's gentle brain Within an hour ; and, pacing through the forest, Could not drop forth such giant-rude invention, Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy, Such Ethiop words, blacker in their effect Lo, what befell! he threw his eye aside, Than in their countenance :-Will you hear the And, mark, what object did present itself! letter?

Under an oak, whose boughs were moss'd with Sil. So please you, for I never heard it yet;

age, Yet heard too much of Phebe's cruelty,

And high top bald with dry antiquity, Ros. She Phebe's me: Mark how the tyrant A wretched ragged man, o'ergrown with hair, writes.

Lay sleeping on his back : about his neck
Art thou god to shepherd turn'd, [Reads. A green and gilded snake had wreathed itself,

That a maiden's heart hath burn'd? Who with her head, nimble in threats approach'd Can a woman rail thus?

The opening of his mouth ; but suddenly,

Seeing Orlando, it unlink'd itself, Sil. Call you this railing ?

And with indented glides did slip away Ros. Why, thy godhead laid apart,

loto a bush: under which bush's shade Warr'st thou with a woman's heart? A lioness, with udders all drawn dry, Did you ever hear such railing ?

Lay couching, head on ground, with catlike Whiles the eye of man did woo me,

watch, That could do no vengeance to me

When that the sleeping man should stir ; for 'tis

The royal disposition of that beast,
Meaning me a beast.-

To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead:
If the scorn of your bright eyne This seen, Orlando did approach the man,
Have power to raise such love in mine, And found it was his brother, his elder brother.
Alack, in me what strange effect

Cel. O, I have heard him speak of that same
Would they work in mild aspect?

Whiles you chid me, I did love;

And he did render him the most unnatural
How then might your prayers move? That liv'd 'mongst men.
He, that brings this love to thee,


And well he might so do
Little knows this love in me:

For well I know he was unnatural.
And by him seal up thy mind;

Ros. But, to Orlando;-Did he leave him there
Whether that thy youth and kind Food to the suck'd and hungry lioness?
Will the faithful offer take

Oli. Twice did he turn his back, and purpos'd
Of me, and all that I can make;
Or else by him my love deny,

But kindness, nobler ever than revenge,
And then I'll study how to die.

And nature, stronger than his just occasion, Sil. Call you this chiding?

Made him give battle to the lioness, Cel. Alas, poor shepherd!

Who quickly fell before him; in which hurtling Ros. Do you pity him ? no, he deserves no From miserable slumber I awak'a. pity.--Wilt thou love such a woman ?-What,

Cel. Are you his brother?

Was it you he rescu'd ? to make thee an instrument, and play false Ros. strains upon thee! not to be endured - Well,

Cel. Was't you that did so oft contrive to kill

him ? go your way to her, (for I see, love hath made thee a tame snake,) and say this to her ;-That

Oli. 'Twas 1; but 'tis not 1: I do not shame if she love me, I charge her to love thee if she | To tell you what I was, since my conversion will not, I will never have her, unless thou en-So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am. treat for her.-If you be a true lover, hence, and

Ros. But, for the bloody napkin ?

Oli. not a word ; for here comes more company.

By and by (Exit Silvius. When from the first to last, betwixt us two,

Tears our recountments had most kindly bath'd Enter Oliver.

As, how I came into that desert place;Oli. Good-morrow, fair ones: Pray you, if In brief he led me to the gentle duke,. you know

Who gave me fresh array and entertainment, Where, in the purlieus of this forest, stands Committing me unto my brother's love; A sheep-cote, fenc'd about with olive-trees ? Who led me instantly unto his cave, Cel. West of this place, down in the neighbour There stripp'd himself, and here upon his arm bottom,

The lioness had torn some flesh away, The rank of osiers, by the murmuring stream, Which all this while had bled ; and now he Left on your right hand, brings you to the place : And crg'a, in fainting, upon Rosalind. But at this hour the house doth keep itself, There's none within.

Brief, I recover'd him; bound up his wound; 01. If that an eye may profit by a tongue, And, after some small space, being strong at Then I should know you by description ;

heart, Such garments, and such years: The boy is He sent me hither, stranger as I am, fair,

To tell this story, that you might excuse of female favour, and bestows himself His broken promise, and to give this napkin, Like a ripe sister ; but the woman low, Dy'd in his blood, unto the shepherd youth And browner than her brother. Are not you That he in sport doch call his Rosalind.

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Cel. Why, how now, Ganymede ? sweet Ga-1. Touch. Then learn this

of me: To have, is nymede ?

'[Rosalind faints. to have: For it is a figure in rhetorick, that Oli. Many will swoon when they do look on drink, being poured out of a cup into a glass, blood.

by filling the one doth empty the other : for all Cel. There is more in it:--Cousin-Ganymede ! your writers do consent, that ipse is he ; now Oli. Look, he recovers.

you are not ipse, for I am he. Ros.

I would, I were at home. Will. Which he, sir ? Cel. We'll lead you thither :

Touch. He, sir, that must marry this woman: I pray you, will you take him by the arm? Therefore, you clown, abandon, which is in

Oli. Be of good cheer, youth :-You a man ?-the vulgar, leave,—the society, which in the You lack a man's heart.

boorish is, company, -of this female,-which in Ros. I do so, I confess it. Ah, sir, a body the common is, --- woman, which together is, would think this was well counterfeited': I pray abandon the society of this female; or, clown, ou, tell your brother how well I counterfeited. thou perishest ; or, to thy better understanding, Heigh ho !

diest; to wit, I kill thee, make thee away, transOli. This was not counterfeit; there is too great late thy life into death, thy liberty into bondage : testimony in your complexion, that it was a I will deal in poison with thee, or in bastinado, passion of earnest.

or in steel ; I will bandy with thee in faction; Ros. Counterfeit, I assure you

I will o'errun thee with policy ; I will kill thee Oli. Well then, take a good heart, and coun- a hundred and fisty ways: therefore tremble, terfeit to be a man.

and depart. Ros. So I do: but, i' faith, I should have been Aud. Do, good William. a woman by right.

Will. God rest you merry, sir. [Erit. Cel. Come, you look paler and paler ; pray you, draw homewards :--Good sir, go with us.

Enter Corin. OL. That will 1, for I must bear answer back- Cor. Our master and mistress seek you ; come, How you excuse my brother, Rosalind. away, away:

Ros. I shall devise something : But, I pray Touch. Trip, Audrey, trip, Audrey :-) attend, you, commend my counterfeiting to him :- I attend.

(Exeunt. Will you go?


SCENE II. The same.

Enter Orlando and Oliver.

Orl. Is't possible, that on so little acquaint-
SCENE I. The same.

ance you should like her? that but seeing, you Enter Touchstone and Audrey.

should love her ? and, loving, woo ? and, woo

ing, she should grant 1 and will you persever to Touch. We shall find a time, Audrey ; pa. enjoy her ? tience, gentle Audrey:

Oli. Neither call the giddiness of it in question, Aud Faith, the priest was good enough, for the poverty of her, the small acquaintance, my all the old gentleman's saying, Touch. A most wicked Sir Oliver, Audrey, a say with me,


love Aliena; say with her, that most vile Mar-text. But, Audrey, there is a she loves me ; consent with both, that we may youth here in the forest lays claim to you. enjoy each other : it shall be to your good ; for Aud. Ay, I know who 'tis; he hath no inter- my father's house, and all the revenue that was est in me in the world : here comes the man you old Sir Rowland's, will I estate upon you, and mean.

here live and die a shepherd. Enter William.

Enter Rosalind. Touch. It is meat and drink to me to see a clown: By my troth, we that have good wits, Orl. You have my consent. Let your wedhave much to answer for; we shall be flouting i ding be tomorrow: thither will I invite the we cannot hold.

duke, and all his contented followers: Go you, Will. Good even, Audrey.

and prepare Aliena; for, look you, here comes Aud. God ye good even, William.

my Rosalind. Will. And good even to you, sir.

Řos. God save you, brother. Touch. Good even, gentle friend : Cover thy Oli. And you, fair sister. head, cover thy head; nay, pry'thee, be cover Ros. O, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me ed. How old are you, friend ?

to see thee wear thy heart in a scarf. Will. Five-and-twenty, sir.

Orl. It is my arm. Touch. A ripe age: Is thy name William ? Ros. I thought thy heart had been wounded Will. William, sir.

with the claws of a lion. Touch. A fair name: Wast born i' the forest. Orl. Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a here?

lady. Will. Ay, sir, I thank God.

Ros. Did your brother tell you how I counTouch. Thank God ;-a good answer : Art terfeited to swoon, when he showed me your rich?

handkerchief? Will. 'Faith, sir, so, so.

Orl. Ay, and greater wonders than that. Touch. So, so, is good, very good, very excel Ros. O, I know where you are:-Nay, 'tis ent good and yet it'is not; it is bot so so. true: there never was any thing so sudden, but Art thou wise ?

the fight of two rams, and Cæsar's thrasonical Will. Ay, sir, I have a pretty wit.

orag of-1 came, saw, and overcame : For your Touch. Why, thou say'st well. I do now re- brother and my sister no sooner met, but they member a saying; The fool doth think he is looked; no sooner looked, but they loved i no wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a sooner loved, but they sighed; no sooner sighed, fool. The heathen philosopher, when he had a but they asked one another the reason; no desire to eat a grape, would open his lips when sooner knew the reason, but they sought the he put it into his mouth ; meaning thereby, that remedy: and in these degrees have they made grapes were made to eat, and lips to open. You a pair of stairs to marriage, which they will do love this maid ?

climb incontinent, or else be incontinent before Will. I do, sir.

marriage : they are in the very wrath of love, Touch. Give me your hand: Art thou learned ? and they will together; clubs cannot part them Will. No, sir.

Orl. They shall be married to-morrow; and

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