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Aflict me with thy mocks, pity me pot;

Phe. Know'st thou the youth that spoke to me As, till that time, I shall not pity thee.

ere while! Ros. And why, I pray yon? (Advancing.) Who Sil. Not very well, but I have met him oft ; might be your mother,

And he hath bought the cottage and the bounds, That you insult, exolt, and all at once,

That the old carlot once was master of. Over the wretched? What though you have more Phe. Think not I love him, though I ask for him; beauty,

'Tis but a peevish boy :---yet he talks well;(As, by my faith, I see no more in you

Bat what care I for words? yet words do well, Than without candle may go dark to bed,) When he, that speaks them, pleases those that hear. Must you be therefore proud and pitiless? It is a pretty youth :not very pretty := Why, what means this? Why do you look on me? But, sure, be's proud ; and yet his pride becomes I see no more in you, than in the ordinary

him : Of nature's sale-work:-Od's my little life! He'll make a proper man: The best thing in him I think, she means to tangle my eyes too :

Is his complexion; and faster than his tongue No, 'faith, proud mistress, hope not after it; Did make offence, his eye did beal it up. 'Tis not your inky brows, your black-silk hair, He is not tall ; yet for his years he's tall : Your bugle eye-balls, nor your cheek of cream, His leg is but so so; and yet 'tis well : That can entame my spirits to your worship.-- There was a pretty redness in his lip; You foolish shepherd, wherefore do you follow her, A little riper and inore lasty red Like foggy south, puffing with wind and rain ? Than that mix'd in his cheek ; 'twas just the difYou are a thousand times a properer man,

ference Than she a woman : "Tis such fools as you, Betwixt the constant red, and mingled damask. That make the world fall of ill-favour'd children : There be some women, Silvius, had they mark'd 'Tis not her glass, but you, that flatters her;

bim And out of you she sees herself more proper, In parcels as I did, would bave gone near Than any of her lineaments can show her.

To fall in love with him : but, for my part, But, mistress, know yourself; down on your knees, I love him not, nor hate him not; and yet And thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love : I have more cause to hate him than to love him : For I must tell you friendly in your ear,

For what bad he to do to chide at me? Sell when you can; you are not for all markets : He said, mine eyes were black, and my hair black; Cry the man mercy; love him; take bis offer ; And, now I am remember'd, scorn'd at me: Foul is most foul, being foul to be a scofler. I marvel, why I answer'd not again : So, take her to thee, shepherd ;-fare you well. But that's all one; omittance is no quittance. Phe. Sweet youth, I pray you chide a year to I'll write to him a very taunting letter, gether;

And thou shalt bear it; Wilt thou, Silvius? I had rather hear you chide, than this man woo. Sil

. Phebe, with all my heart. Ros. He's fallen in love with her foulness, and Phe.

I'll write it straight; she'll fall in love with my anger: If it be so, as fast The matter's in my head, and in my heart : as she answers thee with frowning looks, I'll sauce I will be bitter with him, and passing short: her with bitter words.- Why look you so upon me? Go with me, Silvius.

[Exeunt. Phe. For no ill will I bear you. Ros. I pray you, do not fall in love with me,

ACT IV. For I am falser than rows made in wine :

Scene I.-The same. Besides, I like you not: If you will know my house,

Enter RosALIND, CELIA, and JAQUES. 'Tis at the tuft of olives, bere hard by

Jag. I pr'ythee, pretty youth, let me be better Will you go, sister?-Shepherd, ply her hard : acquainted with thee. Come, sister.—Shepherdess, look on him better, Ros. They say you are a melancholy fellow. And be not proud : though all the world could see, Jaq. I am so; I do love it better than laughing. None could be so abus'd in sight as he.

Ros. Those, that are in extremity of either, are Come, to our flock.

abominable fellows; and betray themselves to every [Exeunt Rosalind, Celia, and Corin. modern censure, worse than drunkards. Phe. Dead shepherd! now I find thy saw of Jaq. Why, 'tis good to be sad and say nothing. might;

Ros. Why then, tis good to be a post. Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight ?

Jaq. I have neither the scholar's melancholy, Sil. Sweet Phebe,

which is emulation; nor the musician's, which is Ha! what say'st thou, Silvius ? | fantastical; nor the courtier's, which is proud; por Sil. Sweet Phebe, pity me.

the soldier's, which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, Phe. Why, I am sorry for thee, gentle Silvius. which is politic; nor the lady's, which is nice;

Sil. Wherever sorrow is, relief would be; nor the lover's, which is all these : but it is a melanIf you do sorrow at my grief in love,

choly of mine own, compounded of many simples, By giving love, your sorrow and my grief

extracted from many objects; and, indeed, the sunWere both extermin'd.

dry contemplation of my travels in which my often Phe. Thou hast my love; is not that neighboarly? rumination wraps me, is a most humorous sadness, Sil. I would have you.

Ros. A traveller! By my faith, you have great Phe.

Why, that were covetousness. reason to be sad : I fear, you have sold your own Silvius, the time was, that I hated thee;

lands, to see other men's; then, to have seen much, And yet it is not, that I bear tbee love:

and to have nothing, is to have rich eyes and poor But since that thou canst talk of love so well,

Thy company, which erst was irksome to me, Jaq. Yes, I have gained my experience.
I will endure; and I'll employ thee too :
But do not look for further recompense,

Than thine own gladness that thou art employ’d. Ros. And your experience makes you sad: I had
Sil. So holy, and so perfect is my love,

rather have a fool to make me merry, than experiAnd I in such a poverty of grace,

ence to make me sad; and to travel for it too. That I shall think it a most plenteous crop

Orl. Good day, and happiness, dear Rosalind! To glean the broken ears after the man

Jaq. Nay then, God be wi' you, an you talk in That the main barvest reaps : loose now and then

blank verse.

(Exit, A scatter'd smile, and that I'll live upon.

Ros. Farewell, monsieur traveller: Look, you


lisp, and wear strange suits; disable all the bene Ros. Yes, faith will I, Fridays and Saturdays' fits of your own country; be out of love with your Orl. And wilt tbou have me?

[and all pativity, and almost chide God for making you that Ros. Ay, and twenty such. countenance you are; or I will scarce think you have Orl. What say'st thou ? swam in a gondola.-- Why, how now, Orlando! Ros. Are you not good ? wbere have you been all this wbile ? You a lover? Orl. I hope so. -An you serve me such another trick, never come Ros. Why then, can one desire too inuch of a in my sight more.

good thing ?-Come, sister, you shall be the priest, Orl. My fair Rosalind, I come within an hour of and marry us.--Give me your hand, Orlando : iny promise.

What do you say, sister? Ros. Break an hour's promise in love? He that Orl. Pray thee, marry us. will divide a minute into a thousand parts, and Cel. I cannot say the words. break but a part of the thousandth part of a minute Ros. You must begin, Will you, Orlando,in the affairs of love, it may be said of him, that Cel. Go to :--Will you, Orlando, have to wife Capid hath clapp'd bim o'the shoulder, but I warrant

Orl. I will.

[this Rosalind! bim heart-whole.

Ros. Ay, but when? Orl. Pardon me, dear Rosalind.

Orl. Why now; as fast as she can marry us. Ros. Nay, an you be so tardy, come no more in Ros. Then you must say,—I take thee, Rosalind, my sight: I had as lief be woo'd of a snail. for wife. Orl. Of a snail?

Ori. I take thee, Rosalind, for wise. Ros. Ay, of a snail; for though he comes slowly, Ros. I might ask you for your commission ; but, he carries bis house on his head; a better jointure, -I do take thee, Orlando, for my husband : There I think, than you can make a woman: Besides, he a girl goes before the priest; and, certainly, a brings his destiny with him.

woman's thought runs before her actions. Orl. What's that?

Orl. So do all thoughts: they are winged. Ros. Why, borns; which such as you are fain to Ros. Now tell me, how long you would have her, be beholden to your wives for: but he comes after you have possessed her. armed in his fortune, and prevents the slander of his Orl. For ever, and a day. wife.

[is virtuous. Ros. Say a day, without the ever: No, no, OrOrl. Virtae is no horn-maker; and my Rosalind lando; men are April when they woo, December Ros. And I am your Rosalind.

when they wed; maids are May when they are Cel. It pleases him to call you so ; bat he hath a maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. I Rosalind of a better leer than you.

will be more jealous of thee than a Barbary cockRos. Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in pigeon over his hen; more clamorous than a parrot a holiday humour, and like enough to consent:- against rain ; more new-fangled than an ape ; more What would you say to me now, an were your giddy in my desires than a monkey: I will weep very very Rosalind ?

for nothing, like Diana in the fountain, and I will Orl. I would kiss, before I spoke.

do that when you are disposed to be merry; I will Ros. Nay, you were better speak first; and when laugh like a hyen, and that when thou art inclined you were gravelled for lack of matter, you might to sleep: take occasion to kiss. Very good orators, when Orl. But will my Rosalind do so ? they are out, they will spit; and for lovers, lacking Ros. By my life, she will do as I do. (God warn us !) matter, the cleauliest shift is to kiss. Orl. 0, but she is wise. Orl. How if the kiss be denied ?

Ros. Or else she could not have the wit to do Ros. Then she puts you to entreaty, and there this: the wiser, the waywarder: Make the doors begins new matter.

(mistress ? upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the caseOrl. Who could be out, being before his beloved ment; shut that, and 'twill out at the key-hole; stop Ros. Marry, that should you, if I were your that,'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney. mistress; or I should think my honesty ranker than Orl. A man, that had a wise with such a wit, he

might say,-Wit, whither wilt? Orl. What, of my suit?

Ros. Nay, you might keep that check for it, till Ros. Not out of your apparel, and yet out of your you met your wife's wit going to your neighbour's suit. Am not I your Rosalind ?


(that? Orl. I take some joy to say you are,

because I Orl. And what wit could wit have to excuse would be talking of her.

[you. Ros. Marry, to say,-she came to seek you there. Ros. Well, in her person, I say I will not have You shall never take her without her answer, unless Orl. Then, id mine own person,

I die.
you take her without her tongue.

8, that woman Ros. No, faith, die by attorney. The poor world that cannot make her fault her husband's occasion, is almost six thousand years old, and in all this time let her never nurse her child herself, for she will there was not any man died in bis own person, vide- breed it like a fool.

[thee. licet, in a love-cause. Troilus had his brains dashed Orl. For these two hours, Rosalind, I will leave out with a Grecian club: yet he did what he could Ros. Alas, dear love, I cannot lack thee two hours. to die before ; and he is one of the patterns of love. Orl. I must attend the duke ut dinner; by two Leander, he would have lived many a fair year, o'clock I will be with thee again. though Hero bad turned pun, if it had not been for Ros. Ay, go your ways, go your ways ;-I knew a hot midsummer night : for, good youth, he went what you would prove; my friends told me as much, but forth to wash bim in the Hellespout, and, and I thought no less :--that Rattering tongue of being taken with the cramp, was drowned; and the yours won me : -'tis but one cast away, and so,foolish chroniclers of that age found it was—Hero come, death.---Two o'clock is your hour? of Sestos. Bat these are all lies; men have died Orl. Ay, sweet Rosalind. from time to time, and worms bave eaten them, but Ros. By my troth, and in good earnest, and so not for love.

God mend me, and by all pretty oaths, that are not Orl. I would not have my right Rosalind of this dangerous, if you break one jot of your promise, mind; for, I protest, her frown might kill me. or come one minute behind your hour, I will think

Ros. By this hand, it will not kill a fly: But you the most pathetical break-promise, and the come, now I will be your Rosalind in a more most hollow lover, and the most unworthy of her coming-on disposition ; and ask me what you will, you call Rosalind, that may be chosen out of the I will grant it.

gross band of the unfaithful: therefore, beware my 011. Then love me, Rosalind.

censure, and keep your promise.

may wit.

Orl. With no less religion, than if thou wert That her old gloves were on, bat 'twas her hands; indeed my Rosalind : So, adieu:

She has a buswife's band; but that's no matter : Ros. Well, time is the old justice, that examines | I say, she never did invent this letter; all such offenders, and let time try: Adien! This is a mau's invention, and his hand.

[Exit Orlando. Sil. Sare, it is hers. Cel. You have simply misus'd our sex in your Ros. Why, 'tis a boisterous and cruel style, love-prate : we must have your doublet and hose A style for challengers; why, she defies me, plucked over your head, and shew the world what Like Turk to Christian: woman's gentle brain the bird hath done to her own nest.

Could not drop forth such giant-rude invention, Ros. O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that Such Ethiop words, blacker in their effect thou didst know how many fathom deep I am in Than in their countenance :-Will you hear the love! But it cannot be sounded; my affection hath

letter? an unknown bottom, like the bay of Portugal. Sil. So please you, for I never heard it yet;

Cel. Or rather bottomless ; that as fast as you Yet heard too much of Phebe's cruelty. [writes. pour affection in, it runs out.

Ros. She Phebe's me: Mark bow the tyrant Ros. No, that same wicked bastard of Venus, Art thou god to shepherd turn'd, (Reads.) that was begot of thought, ounceived of spleen, That a muiden's heart hath burn'd? and born of madness; that blind rascally boy, that Can a woman rail tbus? abuses every one's eyes, because his own are out,

Sil. Call you this railing? · Jet him he judge, how deep I am in love :-I'll tell thee, Aliena, I cannot be out of the sight of Or

Ros. Why, thy godhead laid aparl,

Warr'st thou with a woman's heart? lando : I'll go find a shadow, and sigh till he come. Cel. And I'll sleep.


Did you ever hear such railing?

Whiles the eye of man did woo me,
Scene II.-Another part of the Forest.

That could do no vengeance to me.-
Enter JAQUES and Lords, in the habit of Foresters. Meaning me a beast.-
Jag. Which is he that killed the deer?

If the scorn of your bright eyne i Lord. Sir, it was I.

Have power to raise such love in mine, Jaq. Let's present him to the dake, like a Roman Alack, in me what strange effect conqueror; and it would do well to set the deer's Would they work in mild aspéct? horns upon his head, for a branch of victory :

Whiles you chid me, I did love; Have you no sobg, forester, for this purpose ?

How then might your prayers move? 2 Lord. Yes, sir.

He, that brings this love to thee,
Jaq. Sing it; 'tis no matter how it be in tune, so Little knows this love in me:
it make noise enough.

And by him seal up thy mind;

Whether that thy youth and kind

Will the faithful offer take 1. What shall he have that kill d the deer ?

Of me, and all that I can make; 2. His leather skin and horns to wear.

Or else by him my love deny.
1. Then sing him home:

And then I'U study how to die.
Take thou no scorn, to wear the horn; The rest
It was a crest, ere thou wast born. shall bear

Sil. Call you this chiding?
1. Thy father's father wore it; this bur-

Cel. Alas, poor shepherd ! 2. And thy father bure it:


Ros. Do you pity him ? no, he deserves no pity.

Wilt thou love such a woman ?-What, to make
All. The horn, the horn, the lusty horn,
Is not a thing to laugh to scorn. [Exeunt.

thee an instrument, and play false strains upon thee!

not to be endured !-Well, go your way to her, (for Scene III.-The Forest,

I see, love hath made thee a tame snake,) and say

this to her ;-That if she love me, I charge her to Enter RosALIND and CELIA,

love thee: if she will not, I will never have her, Ros. How say you now? Is it not past two unless thou entreat for her. If you be a true lover, o'clock? And here muoh Orlando!

henoe, and not a word; for here comes more comCel. I warrant you, with pure love, and troubled pany,

[Exit Silvius. brain, he hath ta'en his bow and arrows, and is gone

Enter OLIVER. forth—to sleep:-Look, who comes here.

Oli. Good morrow, fair ones : Pray you, if you

know Enter SILVIUS.

Where, in the parlieus of this forest, stands Sil. My errand is to you, fair youth;

A sheep.cote, feno'd about with olive-trees? My gentle Phebe bid me give you this :

Cel.'West of this place, down in the neighbour (Giving a letter.)

bottom, I know not the contents; but, as I guess,

The rank of osiers, by the murmuring stream,
By the stern brow and waspish action

Left on your right hand, brings you to the place:
Which she did use as she was writing of it, But at this hour the house doth keep itself,
It bears an angry tenour: pardon me,

There's none within.
I am but as a guiltless messenger.

Oli. If that an eye may profit by a tongue,
Ros. Patience herself would startle at this letter, Then I should know you by description;
And play the swaggerer; bear this, bear all: Sach garments, and such years: The boy is fair,
She says I am not fair; that I lack manners ; (me of female favour, and bestows himself
She calls me proud; and, that she could not love Like a ripe sister : but the woman low,
Were man as rare as phoenix; Od's my will! And broumer than her brother. Are not you
Her love is not the hare that Í do hunt:

The owner of the house I did inquire for?
Why writes she so to me!-Well, shepherd, well, Cel. It is no boast, being ask'd, to say, we are.
This is a letter of your own device.

Oli. Orlando doth commend him to you both;
Sil. No, I protest, I know not the contents ; And to that youth, he calls his Rosalind,
Phebe did write it.

He sends this bloody napkin; Are you he?

Come, come, you are a fool, Ros. I am: what musi we understand by this? And turn'd into the extremity of love.

Oli. Some of my shame; if you will know of me I saw her hand: she has a leather hand,

What man I am, and how, and why, and where A freestone-colour'd hand; I verily did think, This handkerchief was stain'd.



I pray you, tell it. testimony in your complexion, that it was a passion Oli. When last the young Orlando parted from of earnest. He left a promise to return again

[you, Ros. Counterfeit, I assure you. Within an hour; and, pacing through the forest, Oh. Well then, take a good heart, and counterChewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy, feit to be a man. Lo, what befel! he threw his eye aside,

Ros. So I do: but i'faith, I should have been a And, mark, what object did present itself!

woman by right. Under an oak, whose boughs were moss’d with age, Cel. Come, you look paler and paler ; pray you, And high top bald with dry antiquity,

draw homewards :-Good sir, go with us. A wretched ragged man, o'ergrown with hair, Oli. That will I, for I must bear answer back Lay sleeping on his back: about his neck

How you excuse my brother, Rosalind. A green and gilded snake had wreath'd itself, Ros. I shall devise something: But, I pray you, Who with her head, nimble in threats, approach'd commend my counterfeiting to him :-Will you go? The opening of bis mouth; but suddenly

[Exeunt. Seeing Orlando, it unlink'd itself,

ACT V. And with indented glides did slip away

Scene I.-The same. loto a bush: under which bush's shade A lioness, with udders all drawn dry,

Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY. Lay coaching, head on ground, with cat-like watch, Touch. We shall find a time, Audrey; patience, When that the sleeping man should stir; for 'tis gentle Audrey. The royal disposition of that beast,

Aud. 'Faith, the priest was good enough, for all To prey on nothing, that doth seem as dead : the old gentleman's saying. This seen, Orlando did approach the man,

Touch. A most wicked sir Oliver, Audrey, a most And found it was his brother, his elder brother. vile Mar-text. But, Audrey, there is a youth here CeL O, I have heard him speak of that same

in the forest lays claim to you, brother;

Aud. Ay, I know who'tis; he hath no interest in And be did render him the most unnatural,

me in the world : here comes the man you mean. That liv'd 'mongst men. Oli. And well he might so do,

Enter WILLIAM. For well I know he was unnatural.

Touch. It is meat and drink to me to see a clown: Ros. Bat, to Orlando ;-Did he leave him there, By my troth, we that have good wits, bave much to Food to the suck'd and hungry lioness?

answer for; we shall be flouting; we cannot bold. Oli. Twice did he turn bis back, and purpos'd so:

Will. Good even, Audrey. Bat kindness, nobler ever than revenge,

Aud. God ye good even, William. And nature, stronger than his just occasion,

Will. And good even to you, sir. Made him give battle to the lioness,

Touch. Good even, gentle friend: Cover tby Who quickly fell before him; in which hartling head, cover thy head: nay, prythee, be covered. From miserable slamber I awak'd.

How old are you, friend? Cel. Are you his brother?

Will. Five and twenty, sir. Ros.

Was it you he rescued ? Touch. A ripe age: Is thy name William? Cel. Was't you, that did so oftcontrive to kill bim? Will. William, sir.

[here? Oli. 'Twas I; but 'tis not I: I do not shame Touch. A fair name: Wast born i' the forest To tell you what I was, since my conversion

Will. Ay, sir, I thank God. So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am.

Touch. Thank God ;-a good answer: Art rich ? Ros. But, for the bloody napkin

Will. 'Faith, sir, so, so. Oli.

By and by. Touch. So, so, is good, very good, very excellent When from the first to last, betwixt us two, good :--and yet it is not; it is but so so. Art thou Tears our recountments had most kindly bath'd, Will. Ay, sir, I have a pretty wit. [wise? As, how I came into that desert place;

Touch. Why, thou say'st well. I do now reIn brief, he led me to the gentle duke,

member a saying; The fool doth think he is wise, Who gave me fresh array, and entertainment, but the wise nan knows himself to be a fool. The Committing me unto my brother's love;

heathen philosopher, when he had a desire to eat a Who led me instantly unto his cave,

grape, would open his lips wben he put it into his There stripp'd himself, and here upon his arm mouth ; meaning thereby, that grapes were made The lioness had torn some flesh away,

to eat, and lips to open. You do love this maid? Which all this while had bled; and now he fainted, Will. I do, sir. And cry'd, in fainting, upon Rosalind.

Touch. Give me your hand : Art thou learned ? Brief, I recover'd him ; bound up his wound; Will. No, sir. And, after some small space, being strong at heart,

Touch. Then learn this of me: To have, is to He sent me bither, stranger as I am,

have: For it is a figure in rhetoric, that drink, being To tell this story, that you might excuse

poured out of a cup into a glass, by filling the one His broken promise, and to give this napkin, doth empty the other: For all your writers do conDy'd in this blood, anto the shepherd youth, sent, that ipse is he; now, you are not ipse, for I am That he in sport doth call his Rosalind.

Will. Which he, sir?

[he. Cel. Wby, bow now, Ganymede? sweet Gany: Touch. He, sir, that must marry this woman: mede?

(Rosalind faints. Therefore, you clown, abandon,- which is in the Oli. Many will swoon, when they'do look on blood vulgar, leave,-the society,—which in the boorish Cel. There is more in it:-Cousin-Ganymede! is, company,—of this female, which in the comOli. Look, he recovers.

mon is, woman,—which together is, abandon the Ros.

I would, I were at home. society of this female; or, clown, thou perishest; or, Cel. We'll lead you thither :

to thy better understanding, diest; to wit, I kill I pray you, will you take him by the arm? thee, make thee away, translate thy life into death,

ou. Be of good cheer, youth:--You a man ? thy liberty into bondage: I will deal in poison with You lack a man's heart.

thee, or in bastinado, or in steel; I will bandy with Ros. I do so, I confess it. Ah, sir, a body would thee in faction; I will o'er-rnn thee with polícy; I think this was well counterfeited : I pray you, tell will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways; therefore your brother how well I counterfeited. - Heigh tremble, and depart. ho!

Aud. Do, good William.
Oli. This was not counterfeit; there is too great Will. God rest you merry, sir.



Enter Corin.

your eyes to-morrow, human as she is, and without Cor. Our master and mistress seek you; come,

any danger.

Orl. Speakest thou in sober meanings ? away, away. Touch. Trip, Audrey, trip, Audrey :- I attend,

Ros. By my life, I do; which I tender dearly, I attend.

(Exeunt. though I say I am a magician: Therefore, put you SCENE II-The same.

in your best array, bid your friends; for if you will

be married to-morrow, you shall; and to Rosalind, Enter ORLANDO and OLIVER.

if you will. Orl. Is't possible, that on so little acquaintance you should like her? that, but seeing, you should

Enter Silvius and PHEBE. love her? and, loving, woo? and, wooing, she should Look, bere comes alover of mine, and a lover of hers. grant? and will you persever to enjoy her?

Phe. Youth, you have done me mach ungentleness, Oli. Neither call the giddiness of it in question, To show the letter that I writ to you. the poverty of her, the small acquaintance, my Ros. I care not if I have: it is my stndy, sudden wooing, nor her sudden consenting; but To seem despiteful and ungentle to you: say with me, I love Atiena ; say with her, that she You are there follow'd by a faithful shepherd; loves me: consent with both, that we may enjoy Look upon him, love him; be worships you. each other: it shall be to your good; for my Phe. Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to father's house, and all the revenue that was old sir

love. Rowland's, will I estate upon you, and here live

Sil. It is to be all made of sighs and tears;and die a shepherd.

And so am I for Phebe.

Phe. And I for Ganymede.

Orl. And I for Rosalind.
Orl. You have my consent. Let your wedding Ros. And I for no woman.
be to-morrow; thither will I invite the duke, and Sil. It is to be all made of faith and service;
all his contented followers: Go you, and prepare | And so am I for Pbebe.
Aliena; for, look you, here comes my Rosalind. Phe. And I for Ganymede.
Ros. God save you, brother.

Orl. And I for Rosalind. Oli. And you, fair sister.

Ros. And I for no woman. Ros. O, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to Sil. It is to be all made of fantasy, see thee wear thy heart in a scarf.

All made of passion, and all made of wishes; Orl. It is my arm.

All adoration, daty and observance, Ros. I thought, thy heart had been wounded All humbleness, all patience, and impatience, with the claws or a lion.

All purity, all trial, all observance ;Orl. Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady. | And so am I for Phebe. Ros. Did your brother tell you how I counter Phe. And so am I for Ganymede. feited to swoon, when he show'd me your hand Orl. And so am I for Rosalind. kerchief?

Ros. And so am I for no woman. Orl. Ay, and greater wonders than that.

Phe. If this be so, why blame you me to love Ros, 0, I know where you are :-Nay, 'tis true;

(To Rosalind.) there was never any thing so sudden, but the fight Sil. If this be so, why blame you me to love of two rams, and Cæsar's thrasonical brag of I


(To Phebe. came, saw, and overcame: For your brother and Orl, If this be so, why blame you me to love my sister no sooner met, but they looked ; no sooner Ros. Who do you speak to, why blame you me to looked, but they loved; no sooner loved, but they

love you? sighed; no sooner sighed, but they asked one ano Orl. To her that is not bere, nor doth not hear. ther the reason ; no sooner knew the reason, but Ros, Pray you, no more of this : 'tis like the they sought the remedy: and in these degrees have howling of Irish wolves against the moon.-I will they made a pair of stairs to marriage, which they help you, (to Silvius) if I can :- I would love you, will climb incontinent, or else be incontinent before (to Phebe) if I could. To-morrow meet me all tomarriage: they are in the very wrath of love, and gether. I will marry you, (to Phebe) if ever I they will together; clabs cannot part them. marry woman, and I'll be married to-morrow:-I

Orl. They shall be married to-morrow; and I will satisfy you, (to Orlando) if ever I satisfied will bid the duke to the nuptials. But, o, how man, and you shall be married to-morrow :- I will bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through content you, (to Silvius) if what pleases you conanother man's eyes! By so much the more shall I tents you, and you shall be married to-morrow.to-morrow be at the height of heart-heaviness, by As you (to Orlando) love Rosalind, meet;-as you how much I shall think my brother happy, ip hav- (to Silvius) love Phebe, meet;-and as I love po ing what he wishes for.

woman, I'll meet.—So, fare you well; I have left Ros. Why then, to-morrow I cannot serve your you commands. turn for Rosalind?

Sil. I'll not fail, if I live. Orl. I can live no longer by thinking.


Nor I. Ros. I will weary you no longer then with idle Orl,

Nor I. talking. Know of me then, (for now I speak to

Exeunt. some purpose,) that I know you are a gentleman

SCENE III.-The same. of good conceit: I speak not this, that you should

Enter TouchSTONE and AUDREY. bear a good opinion of my knowledge, insomuch, I say, I know you are; neither do I labour for a

Touch. To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey;

to-morrow will we be married. greater esteem than may in some little measure draw a belief from you to do yourself good, and it is no dishonest desire, to desire to be a woman

Aud. I do desire it with all my heart: and I hope not to grace me. Believe then, if you please, that of the world. Here comes two of the banished I can do strange things: I have, since I was three years old, conversed with a magician, most profound in bis art, and yet not damnable. If you do love

Enter two Pages. Rosalind so near the heart as your gesture cries it 1 Page. Well met, honest gentleman. out, when your brother marries Aliena, shall you Touch. By my troth, well met: Come, sit, sit, marry her: I know into what straits of fortune and a song. she is driven; and it is not impossible to me, if it 2 Page. We are for you: sit i'the middle. appear not inconvenient to you, to set her before 1 Page. Shall we clap into't roundly, witboat



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