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Orl. Then, in mine own person, I die. stop that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the

Ros. No, faith, die by attorney; The poor world chimney, is almost six thousand years old, and in all this Orl. A man that had a wife with such a wit, he time there was not any man died in his own person, might say,-Wit, whither wilt ? videlicet, in a love-cause. Troilus had his brains Ros. Nay, you might keep that check for it, till dashed out with a Grecian club; yet he did what you met your wife's wit going to your ncighbour's he could to die before; and he is one of the pat- bed. terns of love. Leander, he would have lived many Orl. And what wit could wit have to excuse that? a fair year, though Hero had turned nun, if it bad Ros. Marry, to say,—she came to seek you there. not been for a hot midsummer night : Tor, good You shall never take her without her answer, unyouth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hel- less you take her without her tongue. O, that lespont, and, being taken with the cramp, was woman that cannot make her fault her husband's drowned; and the foolish chroniclers of that age occasion, let her never nurse her child herself, for found it was-Hero of Sestos. But these are all she will breed it like a fool. lies; men have died from time to time, and worms Or!. For these two hours, Rosalind, I will leave have eaten them, but not for love.

thee. Orl. I would not have my right Rosalind of this Ros. Alas, dear love, I cannot lack thee two mind; for, I protest, her frown might kill me. hours.

Ros. By this hand, it will not kill a fly. But Orl. I must attend the duke at dinner; by two come, now I will be your Rosalind in a more o'clock I will be with thee again. coming-on disposition; and ask me what you will, Ros. Ay, go your ways, go your ways;-I knew I will grant it.

what you would prove; my friends told me as Orl. Then love me, Rosalind.

much, and I thought no less :--that flattering tongue Ros. Yes, faith will I, Fridays, and Saturdays, of yours won me :-'tis but one cast away, and and all.

so, come, death.-Two o'clock is your hour? Orl. And wilt thou have me i

Orl. Ay, sweet Rosalind. Ros. Ay, and twenty such.

Ros. By my troth, and in good earnest, and so Orl. What say'st thou ?

God mend me, and by all pretty oaths that are not Ros. Are you not good ?

dangerous, if you break one jõt of your promise, Orl. I hope so.

or come one minute behind your hour, I will think Ros. Why then, can one desire too much of a you the most pathetical break-promise, and the good thing I -Come, sister, you shall be the priest, most hollow lover, and the most unworthy of her and marry us.—Give me your hand, Orlando : you call Rosalind, that may be chosen out of the What do you say, sister ?

gross band of the unfaithful: therefore beware my Orl. Pray thee, marry us.

censure, and keep your promise. Cel. I cannot say the words.

Orl. With no less religion, than if thou wert inRes. You must begin,--Will you, Orlando, - deed my Rosalind : So, adieu.

Cel. Go to: -Will you, Orlando, have to wife Ros. Well, time is the old justice that examines this Rosalind ?

all such offenders, and let time try : Adieu ! Orl. I will.

(Exit Orlando, Ros. Ay, but when ?

Cel. You have simply misus'd our sex in your Orl. Why now; as fast as she can marry us. love-prale: we must have your doublet and hose

Ros. Then you must say, I take thee, Rosa- plucked over your head, and show the world what lind, for wife.

The bird hath done to her own nest. Orl. I take thee, Rosalind, for wife.

Ros. O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that Ros. I might ask you for your commission; but thou didst know how many fathom deep I am in -I do take thee, Orlando, for my husband: There love! But it cannot be sounded; my affection hath a girl goes before the priest; and, certainly, a an unknown bottom, like the bay of Portugal. woman's thought runs before her actions.

Cel. Or rather bottomless; that as fast as you Orl. So do all thoughts ; they are winged. pour affection in, it runs out.

Ros. Now tell me, how long you would have Ros. No, that same wicked bastard of Venus, her, after you have possessed her.

that was begot of thought,? conceived of spleen, Orl. For ever, and a day,

and born of madness; that blind rascally boy, thai Ros, Say a day, without the ever: No, no, Or- abuses every one's eyes, because his own are out, lando; men are April when they woo, December let him be judge, how deep I am in love :-I'll when they wed: maids are May when they are tell thee, Aliena, I cannot be out of the sight of maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. Orlando: I'll go find a shadow, and sigh till he I will be more jealous of ihee than a Barbary cock- come. pigeon over his hen; more clamorous than a par- Cel. And I'll sleep.

(Ereunt. rot against rain ; more new-fangled than an ape ; more giddy in my desires than a monkey; I will SCENE II.-Another part of the Forest. Enter weep for nothing, like Diana in the fountain, and Jaques and Lords, in the habit of Foresters. I will do that when you are disposed to be merry; 1 will laugh like a hyen, and that when thou ari Jaq. Which is he that killed the decr? ipclined to sleep.

1 Lord. Sir, it was I. Orl. But will my Rosalind do so?

Jaq. Let's present him to the duke, like a Ro. Ros. By my life, she will do as I do

man conqueror; and it would do well to he Ori. O, but she is wise.

deer's horns upon his head, for a branch of victory: Ros. Or else she could not have the wit to do -Have you no song, forester, for this purpose ? this: the wiser, the waywarder : Make the doors 2 Lord. Yes, sir. upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the case- Jaq. Sing it'; 'tis no matter how it be in tune ment; shut that, and 'twill out at the key-hole; so it make noisc enough. (1) Bar the doors,

(2) Melancholy.

den.

SONG.

Alack, in me what strunge effect

Would they work in mild aspéct ? 1. What shall he have, that kill'd the deer ?

Whiles you chid me, I did love ; 2. His leather skin, and horns to wear.

How then might youir prayers move ? 1. Then sing him home :

He, that brings this love to thee, Take thou no scorn, to wear the horn; / The rest shall

bear this bur

Little knouos This love in me : It was a crest ere thou vast born ;

And by him seal up thy mind; 1. Thy father's father wore it;

Whether that thy youth and kinds 2. And thy father bore it :

Will the faithful offer take All. The horn, the horn, the lusty horn,

Of me, and i thai I can make;
Is not a thing to laugh to scorn. [Exeunt. Or else by him my love deny,

And then PU study how to die,
SCENE III.-The Forest. Enter Rosalind and
Celia.

Sil. Call you this chiding?

Cel. Alas, poor shepherd! Ros. How say you now? Is it not past two Ros. Do you pity him ? no, he deserves no pity. o'clock? and here much Orlando!

-Wilt thou love such a woman?-What, lo make Cel. I warrant you, with pure love, and troubled thee an instrument, and play false strains upon brain, he hath ta’en his bow and arrows, and is thee! not to be endured !-Well, go your way to goue Torth-to sleep: Look, who comes here.

her, (for I see, love hath made thee a tame snake,) Enter Silvius.

and say this to her:- That if she love me, I charge

her to love thee: if she will not, I will never have Sil. My errand is to you, fair youth ;

her, unless thou entreat for her.-If you be a true My gentle Phebe bid me give you this :

lover, hence, and not a word; for here comes more (Giving a letter. company.

(Exit Silvius, I know not the contents; but, as I guess,

Enter Oliver.
By the stern brow, and waspish action
Which she did use as she was writing of it,

Oli. Good-morrow, fair ones: Pray you, if you It bears an angry tenor : pardon me,

know I am but as a guiltless messenger.

Where, in the purlieus of this forest, stands Ros. Patience hersell would startle at this letter, A sheepcote, fenc'd about with olive-trees ? And play the swaggerer; bear this, bear all: Cel. West of this place, down in the neighbour She says, I am not fair ; that I lack manners;

bottom,
She calls me proud; and, that she could not love me The rank of osiers, by the murmuring stream,
Were man as rare as phoenix; Od's my will ! Lest on your right hand, brings you to the place:
Her love is not the hare that I do hunt":

But at this hour the house doth kecp itself,
Why writes she so to me?-Well, shepherd, well, There's none within.
This is a letter of your own device.

Oli. If that an eye may profit by a tongue,
Sil. No, I protest, I know not the contents; Then I should know you by description;
Phebe did write it.

Such garments, and such years: The boy is fuir, Ros.

Come, come, you are a tool, Of female favour, and bestows himself And turn'd into the extremity or love.

Like a ripe sister : bu the woman low, I saw her hand : she has a leathern hand,

And browner than her brother. Are not you A freestone-colour'd hand; I verily did think The owner of the house I did inquire sor? That her old gloves were on, but 'twas her hands; Cel. It is no boast, being ask'd, to say, we are, She has a huswife's hand; but that's no matter : Oli, Orlando doth commend him to you both; I say, she never did invert this letter;

And to that youth, he calls his Rosalind, This is a man's invention, and his hand.

He sends this bloody napkin ;. Are you he ? Sil. Sure, it is hers.

Ros. I am: What must we understand by this ? Ros. Why, 'tis a boisterous and cruel style, Oli. Some of my shame; if you will know of me A style for challengers; why, she defies me, What man I am, and how, and why, and where Like Turk to Christian: woman's gentle brain This handkerchief was stain'd. Could not drop forth such giant rude invention, Cel.

I pray you, tell it, Such Ethiop words, blacker in their effect

Oli. When last the young Orlando parted from Than in their countenance :-Will you hear the you, letter?

He left a promise to return again Sil. So please you, for I never heard it yet; Within an hour; and, pacing through the forest, Yet hoard too much of Phebe's cruelty.

Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy, Ros. She Phebes me: Mark how the tyrant Lo, what befel! he threw his eye aside, writes.

And, mark, what object did present itself! Art thou god to shepherd turn'd, [Reads. Under an oak, whose boughs were moss'd with age, That a maiden's heart haih burn'd?

And high top bald with dry antiquity,

A wretched ragged man, o'ergrown with hair, Can a woman rail thus?

Lay sleeping on his back: about his neck Sil. Call you this railing ?

A green and gilded snake had wreath'd itself, Ros. Why, lhy godhead laid apart,

Who with her head, nimble in threats, approach'd
Warrst thou wilh a woman's heart ? The opening of his mouth; but suddenly
Did you ever hear such railing ?

Seeing Orlando, it unlink'd itsell,
While the eye of man did woo me,

And with indented glides did slip away
That could do no vengeance' to me.- Into a bush: under which bush's shade
Meaning me a beast. ---

A lioness, with udders all drawn dry, If the scorn of your bright eyne?

Lay couching, head on ground, with cat-like watch, Have power to raise such love in mine, When that the sleeping man should stir ; for 'tis (1) Mischief. (2) Eyes. (3) Nature. (4) Environs of a forest, (5) Handkerchiel.

The royal disposition of that beast,

Ros. I shall devise something: But, I pray you, To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead : commend my counterfeiting to him :-Will you go? This seen, Orlando did approach the man,

[Exeunt. And found it was his brother, bis elder brother. Cel. O, I have heard him speak of that same brother ;

ACT V.
And he did render' him the most unnatural,
That liv'd 'mongst men.

SCENE I. - The same. Enter Touchstone and
Oli.
And well he might do so,

Audrey.
For well I know he was unnatural.
Ros. But, to Orlando ;-Did he leave him there,

Touch. We shall find a time, Audrey; patience, Food to the suck'd and hungry lioness ?

gentle Audrey. Oli. Twice did he turu his back, and purpos'd so: Jud. 'Faith, the priest was good enough, for all But kindness, nobler ever than revenge,

the old gentleman's saving. And nature, stronger than his just occasion, Touch. A most wicked sir Oliver, Audrey, & Made him give batile to the lioness,

most vile Mar-text. But, Audrey, Inere is a youth Who quickly fell before hin; in which hurtling, 2 here in the forest lays claim to you. From miserable slumber I awak'd.

Jud. Ay, I know who'tis, he hath no interest in Cel. Are you his brother ?

me in the world : bere comes the man you mean. Ros. Was it you he rescu'd ?

Enter William. Cel. Was't you that did so oft contrive to kill him ?

Touch. It is meat and drink to me, to see a Oli. 'Twas I; but 'tis not I: I do not shame clown: By my troth, we that have good wits, have To tell you what I was, since my conversion much to answer sor; we shall be fouting; we canSo sweetly lastes, being the thing I am.

not hold. Ros. But, for the bloody napkin ?-

Will. Good even, Audrey. Oli.

By and by Aud. God ye good even, William. When from the first to last, betwixt us two, Will. And good even to you, sir. Tears our recountments had most kindly bath'd, Touch. Good even, gentle friend : Cover thy As, how I came into that desert place :

head, cover thy head; nay, pr’ythee, be covered. Lo briel, he led me to the gentle deke,

How old are you, friend? Who gave me fresh array, and entertainment, Will. Five and twenty, sir. Committing me unto my brother's love;

Touch. A ripe are; Is thy name William ? Who led me instantly unto his cave,

Will. William, sir. There stripp'd himself, and here upon his arm Touch. A fair name: Wast born i'the forest here? The lioness had torn some flesh away,

Will. Av, sir, I thank God. Which all this while had bled; and now he fainted, Touch. Thank God ;-a good answer : Art rich? And cry'd, in fainting, upon Rosalind.

Will. 'Faith, sir, so, so. Brier, I recover'd him; bound up his wound; Touch. So, so, is good, very good, very excellent And, after some small space, being strong at heart, good :--and yet it is not; it is but so so. Art thou He sent me hither, stranger as I um,

wise? To tell this story, ihat you might excuse

Will. Av, sir, I have a pretty wit. His broken promise, and to give this napkin, Touch. Why, thou say'st well. I do now rememDy'd in this blood, unto the shepherd youth her a saying; The fool doth think he is wise, but That he in sport doth call his Rosalind.

the wise man know's himself to be a fool. The Cel. Why, how now, Ganymede ? sweet Gany- heathen philosopher, when he had a desire to eat a mede ?

(Rosalind fainis. grape, would open his lips when he put it into his Oli. Many will swoon when they do look on mouth; meaning thereby, that grapes were made blood.

to eat, and lips to open. "You do love this maid ? Cel. There is more in it:-Cousin-Ganymede ! Will, I do, sir. Oli. Look, he recovers.

Touch. Give me your hand: Art thou learned ? Ros,

I would I were at home. Will. No, sir. Cel. We'll lead you thither :

Touch. Then learn this of me; To have, is to I pray you, will you take him by the arm?

have: For it is a figure in rhetoric, that drink oli

. Be of good cheer, youth:-You a man ?- being poured out of a cup into a glass, by filling You lack a man's heart.

the one doth empty the other: For all your writers Ros. I do so, I confess it. Ah, sir, a body would do consent, that ijse is he; now you are not ipse, think this was well counterfeited : I pray you tell for I am he. your brother how well I counterfeited. -Heigh Will. Which he, sir?

1 Touch. He, sir, that must marry this woman : Oli. This was not counterfeit; there is too great Therefore, you clown, abandon,-which is in the testimony in your complexion, that it was a pas- vulgar, leave,--the society, which in the boorish sion of earnest.

is, company,—of this female,-which in the comRos. Counterfeit, I assure you.

mon is, -woman, which together is, abandon the Oli. Well then, take a good heart, and counter- society of this female; or, clown, thou perishest ; seit to be a man.

or, to thy better understanding, diest; to wit, i Ros. So 1 do: but, i'faith I should have been a kill thee, make thee away, translate thy life into woman by right.

death, thy liberty into bondage : I will deal in Cel. Come, you look paler and paler; pray you, poison with thee, or in bastinado, or in steel ; I draw homewards :- Good sir, go with us. will bandy with thee in faction; I will o'er run thee

Oli. That will I, for I must bear answer back with policy; I will kill thee a hundred and fifty How you excuse my brother, Rosalind.

ways; therefore tremble, and depart.

Aud. Do, good William.
(1) Describe.
(2) Scule. Will. God rest you merry, sir.

(Erika

ho!

Enter Corin.

years old, conversed with a magician, most proCor. Our master and mistress seek you; come, do love Rosalind so near the heart as your gesture

found in this art, and yet not damnable. If you away, away.

cries it out, when your brother marries Aliena, shall Touch. Trip, Audrey, trip, Audrey ;-I attend, you marry her: I know into what strits of fortune I attend.

[Exeunt, she is driven ; a d it is not impossible to me, if it SCENE II.--The same. Enter ndo and appear not inconvenient to you, to set her before Oliver.

your eyes to-morrow, human as she is, and without

any danger. Orl. Is't possible, that on so little acquaintance Orl. Speakest thou in sober meanings ? you should like her? that, but sceing, you should Ros. By my life, I do, which I tender dearly, love her ? and, loving, woo ? and, wooing, she though I say I am a magician: Therefore, put you should grant ? and will you perséver to enjoy her ? in your best array, bid' your friends ; for if you

Oli. Neither call the giddiness of it in question, will be married to-morrow, you shall; and to the poverty of her, the small acquaintance, my sud- Rosalind, if you will. den wooing, nor her sudden consenting ; but say with me, I love Aliena ; say with her, that she

Enter Silvius and Phebe. loves me; consent with boin, that we may enjoy Look, here comes a lover of mine, and a lover of each other : it shall be to your good; for my

fa

hers. ther's house, and all the revenue that was old sir

Phe. Youth, you have done mc much ungentleRowland's, will I estate upon you, and here live

ness, and die a shepherd.

To show the letter that I writ to you.
Enter Rosalind.

Ros. I care not, if I have: it is my study,

To seem despiteful and ungentle to you: Orl. You have my consent. Let your wedding You are there follow'd by a faithful shepherd; be to-morrow: thither will I invite the duke, and Look upon him, love him; he worships you. all his contented followers: Go you, and prepare Phe. Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to Aliena ; for, look you, here comes my Rosalind.

love. Ros. God save you, brother.

Sil. It is to be all made of sighs and tears ;0!i. And you, fair sister.

And so am I for Phebe. Ros. O, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to Phe. And I for Ganymede. see thce wear thy heart in a scarf !

Orl. And I for Rosalind. Orl. It is my arm.

Ros. And I for no woman. Ros. I thought thy heart had been wounded with Sil. It is to be all made of faith and service ;the claws of a lion.

And so am I for Phebe.
Orl. Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady. Phe. And I for Ganymede.

Ros. Did your brother tell you how I counter- Orl. And I for Rosalind. feited to swoon, when he showed me your hand- Ros. And I for no woman. kerchief?

Sil. It is to be all made of phantasy, Orl. Ay, and greater wonders than that. All made of passion, and all made of wishes;

Ros. 0, 'I know where you are :-Nay, 'tis true : 111 adoration, duty and observance, there was never any thinz so sudden, but the fight 11l humbleness, all patience, and impatience, of two rams, and Cæsar's thrasonical brag of - All purity, a'l trial, all observance ;I cane, szw, and overcame : For your brother and And so am I for Phebe. my sister no sooner met, but they looked ; no Phe. And so am I for Ganymede. sooner looked, but they loved; no sooner loved, but! Orl. And so am I for Rosalind. they sighed; no sooner sizhed, but they asked one Ros. And so am I for no woman. another the reason; no sooner knew the reason, Phe. Is this be so, why blame you me to love you ? but they sought the remedy; and in these degrees

(To Rosalind. have this made a pair of stairs to marriage, which Sil. If this be so, why blame you me to love you? they will climb incontinent, or else be incontinent

(To Phebe. before marriage : they are in the very wrath of Orl. If this he so, why blame you me to love you? love, and they will together ; clubs cannot part Ros. Who do you speak to, Why blame you me them.

to love you? Orl. They shall be married to-morrow; and I Orl. To her, that is not here, nor doth not hear. will bid the duke to the nuptial. But, o, how bit- Ros. Pray you, no more of this ; 'tis like the ter a thing it is to look into happiness through an- howling of Irish wolves against the moon. I will other man's eyes! By so much the more shall I to- help you, [To Silvius.) if I can:-1 would love morrow be at the height of heart-heaviness, by how you, s To Phebe.) if I could.-To-morrow meet me mich I shall think my brother happy, in having together. ---I will marry you, (To Phebe.] is ever what he wishes for.

I marry woman, and I'll be married to-morrow:Ras. Why then, to-morrow I cannot serve your I will satisfy you, (To Orlando:) if ever I satisfied turn for Rosalind ?

man, and you shall be married to-morrow :--I Orl. I can live no longer by thinking.

will contert you, [To Silvius.) if what pleases Ros. I will weary you no longer then with idle you contents you, and you shall be married totalking. Know of me then (for now I speak to morrow. As you [To Orlando.) love Rosalind, some purpose,) that I know you are a gentleman meet ;-as you (To Silvins.) love Phebe, meet; of good conceit: I speak not this, that you should And as I love no woman, I'll meet. So, fare you bear a good opinion of my knowledge, insomuch, well; I have left you commands. I sav, I know you are ; neither do I'labour for a

Sil. I'll not fail, if I live. greater esteem ihan may in some little measure Phe.

Nor I. draw a belief from you, to do yourself good, and Ori.

Nor I. (Ere. not to grace me. Bolieve then, if you please, that I can do strange things : I have, since I was thrce!

(1) Invite,

SCENE III.-The same. Enter Touchstone and Ros. And you say, you will have her, when I Audrey.

bring her ?

(To Orlando. Touch. To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey ; Ros. You say, you'll narry me, if I be willing?

Orl. That would I, were I of all kingdoms king. to-morrow will we be married. Aud. I do desire it with all my heart: and I

(To Phebe. hope it is no dishonest desire, to desire to be a

Phe. That will I, should I die the hour after. woman of the world. Here comes two of the You'll give yourself to this most faithful shepherd?

Ros. But, if you do refuse to marry me, banished duke's pages.

Phe. So is the bargain.
Enter tio Pages.

Ros. You say, that you'll have Phebe, if she

will ? i Page. Well met, honest gentleman.

(To Silvjus. Touch. By my troth, well met: Come, sit, sit,

Sil. Though to have her and death were buih and a song:

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

Ros. I have promis'd to make all this matter i Page. Shall we clap into't roundly, without Keep you your word, O duke, to give your daugh

even. hawking, or spitting, or saying we are hoarse;

ter; which are the only prologues to a bad voice? 2 Page. l'faith, i'faith; and both

in a tune, like You yours, Orlando, to receive his daughter :

Keep your word, Phebe, that you'll marry me; two gypsies on a horse.

Or else, refusing me, to wed this shepherd :-
SONG.

Keep your word, Silvius, that you'll marry her, 1.

If she refuse me:-and from hence I go,

To make these doubts all even. It was a lover, and his lass,

(Exeunt Ros, and Cel. With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, Duke S. I do remember in this shepherd-boy That o'er the green corn-field dill pass

Some lively touches of my daughter's favour.
In the spring time, the only pretty rank time, Orl. My lord, the first time ihat I ever saw him,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; Methought he was a brother to your daughter:
Sweet lovers love the spring.

But, my good lord, this boy is forest-born;
II.

And hath been tutor’d in the rudiments
Belween the acres of the rye,

of many desperate studies by his uncle, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,

Whom he reports to be a great magician, These pretly country folks would lie,

Obscured in the circle of this forest.
In spring time, &-c.

Enler Touchstone and Audrey.
III.

Jag. There is, sure, another food toward, and This carol they began that hour,

these couples are coming to the ark! Here comes With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues How that a life was but a flower

are called fools. In spring time, &c.

Touch. Salutation and greeting to you all! IV.

Jaq. Good my lord, bid him welcome ; This is And therefore take the present time,

the motley-minded gentleman, that I have so often With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino ;

met in the forest: he bath' been a courtier, he For love is crowned with the prime, In spring time, fc.

Touch. If any man doubt that, let him put me

to my purgation. I have trod a measure ;? I have Touch. Truly, young gentlemen, though there Pattered a lady; I have been politic with my was no great matter in the ditty, yet the note was friend, smooth with mine enemy; I have undone very untunable.

three lailors; I have had four quarrels, and like to 1 Page. You are deceived, sir; we kept time, we have fought one. lost not our time.

Jaq. And how was that ta'en up? Touch. By my troth, yes; I count it but time Touch. 'Faith, we met, and found the quarre) lost to hear such a foolish song. God be with you; "as upon the seventh cause. and God mend your voices !-Come, Audrev. Jag. How seventh cause ? Good my lord, like

[Exeunt. this fellow.

Duke S. I like him very well. SCENE IV. Another part of the Forest. Enter Touch. God 'ild you, sir; I desire you of the

Duke senior, Amiens, Jaques, Orlando, Oliver, like. I press in here, sir, amongst the rest of the and Celia.

country copulatives, to swear, and to forswear; acDuke S. Dost thou believe, Orlando, that the boy cording as marriage binds, and blood breaks:-A Can do all this that he hath promised?

poor virgin, sir, an ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine Ort. I sometimes do believe, and sometimes do own; a poor humour of mine, sir, to take that that

no man else will : Rich honesty dwells like a miser, As those that fear they hope, and know they fear. sir, in a poor house ; as your pearl, in your soul

oyster. Enter Rosalind, Silvius, and Phebe.

Duke S. By my faith, he is very swist and sen. Ros, Patience once more, whiles our compact is tentious. urg'd:

Touch. According to the fool's bolt, sir, and You say, if I bring in your Rosalind, (To the Duke. such dulcet diseases. You will bestow her on Orlando here?

Jaq. But, for the seventh cause; how did you Duke S. That would I, had I kingdoms to give find the quarrel on the seventh cause ? with her.

Touch. Upon a lie seven times removed ;-Bear (1) A married woman.

(2) A stately solemn dance.

Swears.

not;

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