« 上一页继续 »
and is gone
Cel. I warrant you, with pure love and troubled brain, he hath ta'en his bow and arrows, forth to fleep: look, who comes here.
Rof. Patience herself would startle at this letter,
Sil. No, I protest, I know not the contents ;
Ros. Come, come, you're a fool,
Sil. Sure, it is hers.
Rof. Why, 'tis a boisterous and a cruel file, A ftile for challengers ; why, she defies me, Like Turk to Christian ; woman's gentle brain Could not drop forth such giant rude invention; Such Ethiop words, blacker in their effect Than in their countenance; will you hear the letter ?
Sil. So please you, for I never heard it yet ; Yet heard too much of Phebe's cruelty. Rof. She Pbebe's me; mark, how the tyrant writes.
[Reads.) : [Reads.) Art thou God to fhepherd turn'd;
That a maiden's heart hath burn'd?
Rof. [Reads.] Why, thy Godhead laid apart,
Whiles the eye of man did woo me,
That could do no vengeance to me.
If the fcorn of your bright eyne
And then I'll ftudy how to die.
Sil. Call you this chiding? 3
Cel. Alas, poor shepherd !
Ros. Do you pity him ? no, he deserves no pity: wilt thou love such a woman? what, to make thee an infrument, and play false strains upon thee ? not to be endured! Well, go your way to her ; (for I fee, love hath made thee a tame snake,) and say this to her : " that if she love me, I charge her to love thee: if the “ will not, I will never have her, unless thou entreat for “ her.” If you be a true lover, hence, and not a word; for here comes more company.
Enter Oliver. Oli. Good-morrow, fair ones : pray you, if you know,
Where, in the purlews of this foreft, stands
Oli. If that an eye may profit by a tongue,
" the boy is fair,
Cel. It is no boast, being ask'd, to say, we are.
Oli. Orlando doth commend him to you both,
Ros. I am ; what mult we understand by this ?
Cel. I pray you, tell it.
Oli. When last the young Orlando parted from you, He left a promise to return again Within an hour; and pacing through the forest, Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy, Lo, what befel ! he threw his eye aside, And mark what object did present itself. Under an oak, whose boughs were moss'd with age, And high-top bald with dry antiquity ; A wretched ragged man, o'er-grown with hair, Lay sleeping on his back; about his neck A green and gilded snake had wreath'd itself, Who with her head, nimble in threats, approach'd The opening of his mouth, but suddenly Seeing Orlando, it unlink'd itself, And with indented glides did slip away Into a buch; under which bush's shade
A Lioness, with udders all drawn dry,
prey on nothing that doth seem as dead :
Cel. O, I have heard him speak of that same brother,
Oli. And well he might so do;
Ref. But, to Orlando ; did he leave him there,
Oli. Twice did he turn his back, and purpos'd so :
his brother? Ros. Was it you he rescu'd? Cel. Was it you that did so oft contrive to kill him?
Oli. 'Twas I ; but 'tis not I;-I do not shame To tell you what I was,
conversion So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am.
Rof. But, for the bloody aapkin?
, and here upon
gave me fresh
And, after some small space, being strong at heart,
Cél. We'll lead you thither.
Oli. Be of good cheer, youth' you a man? you lack a man's heart.
Ros. I do so, I confess it. Ah, Sir, a body would think, this was well counterfeited. I pray you, tell your brother how well I counterfeited: heigh ho!
Oli. This was not counterfeit, there is too great testimony in your complexion, that it was a passion of carnest.
Ros. Counterfeit, I assure you.
Rof. So I do: but, i' faith, I should have been a woman by right.
Cel Come you look paler and paler ; pray you, draw homewards ; good Sir, go with us.
Oli. That will l; for I must bear answer back, How you excuse my brother, Rosalind.
Ros I fall devise something ; but, I pray you commend my counterfeiting to him: will you goi [Exeunt.
be a man