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

Clo. A moft wicked Sir Oliver, Audrey; a most vile Mar-text! but, Audrey, there is a youth here in the foreft lays claim to you.

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

Enter William.

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

Will. Good ev'n, Audrey.

Aud. God ye good ev'n, William.

Will. And good ev'n to you, Sir.

Clo. Good ev'n, gentle friend. Cover thy head, cover thy head; nay, pr'ythee be cover'd. How old are you, friend?

Will. Five and twenty, Sir.

Cl. A ripe age. Is thy name William ?

Will. William, Sir.

Clo. A fair name. Waft born i' th' foreft here?
Will. Ay, Sir, I thank God.

Clo. Thank God: a good anfwer. Art rich?

Will. 'Faith, Sir, fo, fo.

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

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

Clo. 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, Sir.

Clo. Give me your hand. Art thou learned?

Will. No, Sir.

Clo. Then learn this of me; to have, is to have. For it is a figure in rhetoric, that drink being poured out of a cup into a glass, by filling the one doth empty the oVOL. II.

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ther. For all your writers do confent, that ipfe is he : now you are not ipfe; for I am he.

Will. Which he, Sir?

Clo. He, Sir, that muft 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; or, to wit, I kill thee, make thee away, translate thy life into death, thy liberty into bondage; I will deal in poison with thee, or in bastinado, or in fteel; I will bandy with thee in faction; I will over-run thee with policy; I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways; therefore tremble and depart.

Aud. Do, good William.

Will. God reft you merry, Sir.

Enter Corin.

[Exit.

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

away.

Clo. Trip, Audrey; trip, Audrey; I attend, I attend.

[Exeunt.

Enter Orlando and Oliver.

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

Oli. Neither call the giddiaefs of it in queftion, 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 fhe loves me; confent with both, that we may enjoy each other; it shall be to your good; for my father's houfe, and all the revenue that was old Sir Rowland's, will I eftate upon and here live and die a fhepherd. you,

Enter Rofalind.

Orla. You have my confent. Let your wedding be to-morrow; thither will I invite the Duke, and all his contented followers; go you, and prepare Aliena; for, look you, here comes my Rofalind.

Rof. God fave you, brother.

Oli. And you, fair sister.

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

Orla. It is my arm.

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

Orla. Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady. Rof. Did your brother tell you how I counterfeited to fwoon, when he shew'd me your handkerchief? Orla. Ay, and greater wonders than that.

Ref. O, I know where you are: nay, 'tis true: there was never any thing fo fudden, 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 afk'd one another the reafon; no fooner knew the reafon, but they fought the remedy; and in thefe 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.

Orla. 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 happinefs 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 ferve your turn for Rofalind?

Orla. I can live no longer by thinking.

Rof. I will weary you then no longer with idle talking. Know of me then, for now I fpeak to fome purpofe, that I know you are a gentleman of good conceit. I fpeak not this, that you should bear a good opinion of my knowledge; infomuch, I fay, I know what you are; neither do I labour for a greater efteem than may in fome little measure draw a belief from you to do yourself good, and not to grace me. Believe then, if you pleafe, that I can do ftrange things. I have, fince I was three years old, convers'd with a magician, most

profound in his art, and yet not damnable. If you do love Rofalind fo near the heart, as your gefture cries it out, when your brother marries Aliena, you fhall marry her. I know into what ftreights 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 fhe is, and without any danger.

Orla. Speak'ft thou in fober meanings ?

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

SCENE III. Enter Sylvius and Phebe. Look, here comes a lover of mine, and a lover of her's. Phe. Youth, you have done me much ungentleness, To fhew the letter that I writ to you.

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

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Phe. Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love. Syl. It is to be made all of fighs and tears,

And fo am I for Phebe.

Phe. And I for Ganymede.
Orla. And I for Rofalind.

Ref. And I for no woman.

Syl.

It is to be made all of faith and fervice;

And fo am I for Phebe.

Phe. And I for Ganymede.
Orla. And I for Rofalind.

Rof. And I for no woman.

Syl. It is to be all made of fantasy,
All made of paffion, and all made of wishes,
• All adoration, duty, and obfervance,
All humblenefs, all patience, and impatience,
All purity, all trial, all obfervance;
And fo am I for Phebe.

Phe. And fo am I for Ganymede.
Orla. And fo am I for Rosalind.
Rof. And fo am I for no woman,

Phe. If this be fo, why blame you me to love you?

[To Rof.

Syl. If this be fo, why blame you me to love you?

[7 Phe. Orla. If this be fo, why blame you me to love you? Rof. Who do you speak to, Why blame you me to love you?

Orla. To her that is not here, nor doth not hear. Rof. Pray you, no more of this; 'tis like the howling of Irish wolves against the moon; I will help you if I can; I would love you if I could; to-morrow meet me all together. I will marry you, if ever I marry woman, and I'll be married to-morrow; [To Phebe.]. I will fatisfy you, if ever I fatisfy'd man, and you fhall be married to-morrow; [To Orl.]. I will content you, if what pleases you contents you; and you fhall be married to-morrow; [To Syl.]. As you love Rofalind, meet; as you love Phebe, meet; and as I love no woman, I'll meet. So fare you well; I have left you

commands.

Syl. I'll not fail, if I live.

Phe. Nor I.

Orla. Nor I.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV. Enter Clown and Audrey.

Clo. To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey: to-morrow will we be married.

Aud. "I do defire it with all my heart; and I hope "it is no difhonefl defire, to defire to be a woman of "the world." Here come two of the banish'd Duke's pages.

Enter two pages.

1 Page. Well met, honeft gentleman.

Clo. By my troth, well met: come, fit, fit, and a fong.

2 Page. We are for you, fit i' th' middle.

1 Page. Shall we clap into 't roundly without hawking, or fpitting, or faying we are hoarfe, which are the only prologues to a bad voice?

2 Page. I'faith, i' faith, and both in a tune, like two gypfies on a horfe.