Touch. We fhall find a time, Audrey; patience, gentle Audrey.

Aud. 'Faith, the priest was good enough, for all the old gentleman's faying.

Touch. A moft wicked fir Oliver, Audrey, a most vile Mar-text. But, Audrey, there is a youth here in the forest lays claim to you.

Aud. Ay, I know who 'tis; he hath no interest in me in the world: here comes the man you mean.

Enter WILLIAM.

Touch. It is meat and drink to me to fee a clown: By my troth, we that have good wits, have much to answer for; we shall be flouting; we cannot hold."

Will. Good even, Audrey.

Aud. God ye good even, William.

Will. And good even to you, fir.

Touch. Good even, gentle friend: Cover thy head, cover thy head; nay, pr'ythee, be cover'd. How old are you, friend?

Will. Five and twenty, fir.

Touch. A ripe age: Is thy name, William ?

Will. William, fir.

Touch. A fair name: Waft born i' the forest here?

Will. Ay, fir, I thank God.

Touch. Thank God;- -a good answer: Art rich?
Will. 'Faith, fir, fo, fo.

Touch. So, fo, is good, very good, very excellent good: -and yet it is not; it is but fo fo. Art thou wife?

Will. Ay, fir, I have a pretty wit.

Touch. Why, thou fay'ft well. I do now remember a faying; The fool doth think he is wife, but the wife man knows himself to be a fool. The heathen philofopher, when he had a defire to eat a grape, would open his lips when he put it into his mouth; meaning thereby, that grapes were made to eat, and lips to open. You do love this 'maid

Will. I do, fir.

Touch. Give me your hand: Art thou learned?

Will. No, fir.

Touch. Then learn this of me; To have, is to have: For it is a figure in rhetorick, that drink, being pour'd out of a cup into a glass, by filling the one doth empty the other: For all your writers do confent, that ipfe is he; now you are not ipfe, for I am he.

Will. Which he, fir?

Touch. He, fir, that must marry this woman: Therefore, you clown, abandon, which is in the vulgar, leave, -the fociety, which in the boorish is, company,-of this female, which in the common is,-woman, which together is, abandon the fociety of this female; or, clown thou perifheft; or, to thy better understanding, dieft; to wit, I kill thee, make thee away, tranflate thy life into death, thy liberty into bondage: I will deal in poison with thee, or in bastinado, or in steel; I will bandy with thee in faction; I will o'er-run thee with policy; I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways; therefore tremble, and depart.

Aud.

Aud. Do, good William.

Will. God rest you merry, fir.

Enter CORIN.

[Exit.

Cor. Our mafter and miftrefs feek you; come, away,

away.

Touch. Trip, Audrey, trip, Audrey;-I attend, I at

tend.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.
The fame.

Enter ORLANDO and OLIVER.

Orl. Is't poffible, that on fo little acquaintance you fhould like her? that, but feeing, you should love her? and, loving, woo? and, wooing, she should grant? And will you perféver to enjoy her?

Oli. Neither call the giddinefs of it in question, the poverty of her, the fmall acquaintance, my fudden wooing, nor her fudden confenting; but fay with me, I love Aliena; fay with her, that the loves me; consent with both, that we may enjoy each other: it fhall be to your good; for my father's house, and all the revenue that was old fir Powland's, will I eftate upon you, and here live and die a fhepherd.

Enter ROSALIND.

Orl. You have my confent. Let your wedding be tomorrow: thither will I invite the duke, and all his con

tented followers: Go you, and prepare Aliena; for, look you, here comes my Rofalind.

Rof. God fave you, brother.
Oli. And you, fair sister.

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

Orl. It is my arm.

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

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

Rof. Did your brother tell you how I counterfeited to fwoon, when he show'd 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 Cæfar's thrafonical brag of—I came, faw, and overcame: For your brother and my fifter no fooner met, but they look'd; no fooner look'd, but they lov'd; no fooner lov'd, but they figh'd; no fooner figh'd, but they ask'd one another the reason; no fooner knew the reason, but they fought the remedy: and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage, which they will climb incontinent, or elfe be incontinent before marriage: they are in the very wrath of love, and they will together; clubs cannot part them.

Orl. They fhall 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 fo much the more shall I to-morrow be at the height of heart-heavinefs, by how much I fhall think my brother happy, in having what he wishes for.

Rof. Why then, to-morrow I cannot serve your turn for Rofalind?

Orl. I can live no longer by thinking.

Ref.

Rof. I will weary you then no longer with idle talking. Know of me then, (for now I fpeak to fome purpose,) that I know you are a gentleman of good conceit: I speak not this, that you should bear a good opinion of my knowledge, infomuch, I fay, I know you are; neither do I labour for a greater esteem than may in fome 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 ftrange things: I have, fince I was three years old, conversed with a magician, most profound in his art, and yet not damnable. If you do love Rosalind so near the heart as your gefture cries it out, when your brother marries Aliena, you shall marry her: I know into what straits of fortune fhe is driven; and it is not impoffible to me, if it appear not inconvenient to you, to fet her before your eyes to-morrow, human as he is, and without any danger.

Orl. Speak'ft thou in fober meanings?

Rof. By my life, I do; which I tender dearly, though I fay I am a magician: Therefore, put you in your best array, bid your friends; for if you will be married tomorrow, you fhall; and to Rofalind, if you will.

Enter SILVIUS and PHEBE.

Look, here comes a lover of mine, and a lover of hers.
Fhe. Youth, you have done me much ungentleness,
To how the letter that I writ to you.

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

Phe. Good thepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love.