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Ros. O, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to see thee wear thy heart in a scarf.

Orl. It is my arm.

Ros. I thought, thy heart had been wounded with the claws of a lion.

Orl. Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady.

Ros. Did your brother tell you how I counterfeited to swoon, when he showed me your handkerchief?

Orl. Ay, and greater wonders than that.

Ros. O, I know where you are :-Nay, 'tis true: there was never any thing so sudden, but the fight of two rams, and Cæsar's thrasonical brag of I came, saw, and overcame : For your brother and my sister no sooner met, but they looked; no sooner looked, but they loved; no sooner loved, but they sighed; no sooner sighed, but they asked one another the reason ; no sooner knew the reason, but they sought the remedy: and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage, which they will climb incontinent, or else be incontinent before marriage : they are in the very wrath of love, and they will together; clubs cannot part them.”

Orl. They shall be married to-morrow; and I will bid the duke to the nuptial. But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes! By so much the more shall I to-morrow be at the height of heart-heaviness, by how much I shall think my brother happy, in having what he wishes for.

Ros. Why then, to-morrow I cannot serve your turn for Rosalind ?

Orl. I can live no longer by thinking.

of our

3 - clubs cannot part them.] It appears

from

many old dramas, that, in our author's time, it was a common custom, on the breaking out of a fray, to call out “ Clubs Clubs,to part the combatants.

you should

Ros. I will weary you no longer then with idle talking. Know of me then (for now I speak to some purpose,) that I know you are a gentleman of good conceit: I speak not this, that bear a good opinion of my knowledge, insomuch, I say, I know you are ; neither do I labour for a greater esteem than may in some little measure draw a belief from you, to do yourself good, and not to grace me. Believe then, if you please, that I can do strange things : I have, since I was three years old, conversed with a magician, most profound in this art, and not yet damnable. If you do love Rosalind so near the heart as your gesture cries it out, when your brother marries Aliena, shall you marry her:- I know into what straits of fortune she is driven ; and it is not impossible to me, if it appear not inconvenient to you, to set her before your eyes to-morrow, human as she is,' and without any danger.

Orl. Speakest thou in sober meanings ?

Ros. By my life, I do; which I tender dearly, though I say I am a magician: Therefore, put you in your best array, bid your friends ;' for if you will be married to-morrow, you shall; and to Rosalind, if you will.

Enter Silvius and PHEBE, Look, here comes a lover of mine, and a lover of hers. Phe. Youth, you have done me much ungențle

ness, To show the letter that I writ to you.

human as she is,] That is, not a phantom, but the real Rosalind, without any of the danger generally conceived to ab tend the rites of incantation. Johnson.

- bid your friends ; ] i. e. invite your friends,

Ros. I care not, if I have: it is my study;
To seem despiteful and ungentle to you:
You are there follow'd by a faithful shepherd;
Look upon him, love him ; he worships you.

Phe. Good shepherd, tell this youth what’tisto love.
Sil. It is to be all made of sighs and tears ;
And so am I for Phebe.

Phe. And I for Ganymede.
Orl. And I for Rosalind.
Ros. And I for no woman.

Sil. It is to be all made of faith and service
And so am I for Phebe.

Phe. And I for Ganymede.
Orl. And I for Rosalind.
Ros. And I for no woman.
Sil. It is to be all made of fantasy,
All made of passion, and all made of wishes 5;
All adoration, duty, and observance,
All humbleness, all patience, and impatience,
All purity, all trial, all observance ;“
And so am I for Phebe.

Phe. And so am I for Ganymede.
Ort. And so am I for Rosalind.
Ros. And so am

for no woman. Phe. If this be so, why blame you me to love

[To Rosalind. Sil. If this be so, why blame you me to love

[To Prebe. Orl. If this be so, why blame you me to love you? Ros. Who do you speak to, why blame you me to

love you? Orl. To her, that is not here, nor doth not hear.

Ros. Pray you, no more of this; 'tis like the howling of Irish wolves against the moon.— I will help you, [To Silvius) if I can :- I would love you,

you ?

you?

all observance ;] Probably an error, for obeisance.

[To Prebe] if I could.-To-morrow meet me all together.- I will marry you, [To PHEBE] if ever I marry woman, and I'll be married to-morrow :-I will satisfy you, [To ORLANDO] if ever I satisfied man, and you shall be married to-morrow :

-I will content you, [To Silvius) if what pleases you contents you, and you shall be married to-morrow.--As you [To ORLANDO] love Rosalind, meet ;-as you [To Silvius] love Phebe, meet; And as I love no woman, I'll meet.-So, fare you well; I have left

you commands.

Sil. I'll not fail, if I live.
Phe.
Orl.

Nor I.

Nor I.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

The same.

Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY.

Touch. To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey ; to-morrow will we be married.

Aud. I do desire it with all my heart: and I hope it is no dishonest desire, to desire to be a woman of the world.? Here comes two of the banished duke's pages.

Enter two Pages. 1 Page. Well met, honest gentleman. Touch. By my troth, well met: Come, sit, sit,

and a song

2 Page. We are for you: sit i’the middle.

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a woman of the world.] To go to the world, is to be : married. So, in Much Ado about Nothing : “ Thus (says Bea 1 Page. Shall we clap into't roundly, without hawking, or spitting, or saying we are hoarse ; which are the only prologues to a bad voice ?

trice) every one goes to the world, but I."

2 Page. I'faith, i'faith ; and both in a tune, like two gypsies on a horse.

SONG.

It was a lover and his lass,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass

In the spring time, the only pretty rank time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; Sweet lovers love the spring.

II.
Between the acres of the rye,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
These pretty country folks would lie,
In spring time, &c.

III.
This carol they began that hour,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
How that a life was but a flower

In spring time, &c.

IV.
And therefore take the present time,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino ;
For love is crowned with the prime

In spring time, &c.

Touch. Truly, young gentlemen, though there

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