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Aud. Faith, the pricft was good enough, for all the old gentleman's saying.
Clo. A most wicked Sir Oliver, Audrey; a most vile Alar-text! but, Audrey, there is a youth here in the forest lays claim to you.
dud. Ay, I know who 'tis, he hath no interest in me in the world; here comes the man you mean.
Wiil. Good ev’n, Audrey.
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.
Is thy name William ?
Clo. So, fo, is good, very good, very excellent good : and yet it is not; it is but fo fo. Art ihou wife?
Will. Ay, Sir, I have a pretty wit.
Clo. Why, thou fay'st well : I do now remember a saying, The fool doth think he is wise, but the wife man knows himself to be a fool. The Pleathen philofopher, when he had a desire 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. 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 o
ther. For all your writers do consent, that ipfe is he: now you are not ipse; for I am he.
Will. Which he, Sir ?
Clo. He, Sir, that must marry this woman; therefore you, Clown, abandon, which is in the vulgar, leave the society, which in the boorish, is company, of this female ; which in the common, is woman; which together is, abandon the society of this female : Clown, thou perishest; 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 baftinado, 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,
[Exeunt. SCE NE II. Enter Orlando and Oliver.
Orla. Is't possible, that on so little acquaintance you should like her? that, but seeing, you should love her? and loving, wool and wooing, the should grant ? and will you persevere to enjoy her ?
oli. Neither call the giddiness of it in question, the poverty of her, the small acquaintance, my sudden wooing, nor her sudden consenting ; but say with me, I love Aliena ; say with her, that she loves me ; confent with both, that we may enjoy each other ; it shall be to your good; for my father's house, and all the revenue that was old Sir Rowland's, will I estate upon you, and here live and die a shepherd,
Enter Rosalind, Orla. You have my consent. Let your wedding be to-morrow; ihither will I invite the Duke, and all his contented followers ; go you, and prepare Aliena ; for, look you, here comes my Rosalind.
Rof. God save you, brother,
Rof. Oh, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to see 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 swoon, when he shew'd me your handkerchief ?
Orla. Ay, and greater wonders than that.
Rof. O, I know where you are: nay, 'tis true : there was never any thing fo sudden, but the sight of two rams, and Cæsar's thrasonical brag of I came, saw, and overcame : for your brother and
Gifter no sooner met, but they look’d; no sooner look'd, but they lov’d; no sooner lov’d, but they fighd ; no sooner figh’d, but they ask'd one another the raion ; no sooner 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 else be incontinent before marriage. They are in the very wrath of love, and they will together. Clubs cannot part them.
Orla. 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 happinefs 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.
Rof. Why, then, to-morrow I cannot serve your turn for Rosalind ?
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 speak to some
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 ; insomuch, I say, I know what 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 hen, if you please, that I can do strange things. I have, since I was three years old, convers’d with a magician, most
profound in his art, and yet not damnable. If
do Jove Rosalind so near the heart, as your gesture cries it out, when your brother marries Aliena, you shall marry her. I know into what ftreights 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.
Orla. Speak'st thou in sober meanings ?
Rof. By my life, I do; which I tender dearly, tho' I say, I am a magician : therefore put you on your best array;
will be married tomorrow, you shall; and to Rosalind, if you will.
SCENE III. Enter Sylvius and Phebe. Lcok, here comes a lover of mine, and a lover of her's.
Phe. Youth, you have done me much ungentleness, To shew the letter that I writ to you.
Rof. I care not, if I have : it is my study
Phe. Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love:
Syl. It is to be made all of faith and service ; - And so am I for Phebe.
Phe. And I for Ganymede.
Syn. It is to be all made of fantasy,
Phe. And so am I for Ganymede.
Phe. If this be so, why blame you me to love you
[To Rof. Syl. If this be so, why blame you me to love you?
[7, Phe, Orla. If this be so, 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 satisfy you, if ever I satisfy'd man, and you shall be married to-morrow; [To Orl.]. I will content you, if what pleases you contents you; and you shall be mare ried to-morrow ; [To Syl.]. As you love Rosalind, meet; as you love Phebe, meet; and as I love no woman, l'll meet. So fare you well; I have left you commands.
Syl. I'll not fail, if I live.
SCENE IV. Enter Clown and Audrey. Glo. 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 6. it is no dishonef desire, to desire to be a woman of 66 the world.” Here come two of the banish'd Duke's pages.
Enter two pages.
i Page. Shall we clap into ’t roundly without hawking, or spitting, or faying we are hoarse, which are the only prologues to a bad voice ?
2 Page. I' faith, i' faith, and both in a tune, like two gypsies on a horse.