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up your goats, Audrey: And how, Audrey ? am !!. Jaq. (Discovering himself.) Proceed, proceed ; the inan yel? Doth my simple feature content you? I'll give her.

Aud. Your features! Lord warrant us ! what Touch. Good even, good master What ye call’l : features ?

How do you, sir ? You are very well met: God'ild Touch. I am here with thee and thy goats, as you’ for your last company: L'am very glad to see the most capricious' poet, honest Ovid, was among you :-Even a toy in hand here, sir :-Nay; pray, the Goths.

be cover'd. Jaq. O knowledge ill-inhabited !2 worse than Jag. Will you be married, motley ? Jove in a thatch'd house!

[Aside. Touch. As the ox hath his bow, sir, the horse Touch. When a man's verses cannot be under- This curb, and the falcon her bells, so man hath his stood, nor a man's good wit seconded with the for- desires ; and as pigeons bill, so wedlock would be ward child, understanding, it strikes a man more nibbling: dead than a great reckoning in a little room :- Jaq. And will you, being a man of your breedTruly, I wouid the gods had made thee poetical. ing, be married under a bush, like a beggar? Get

Jud. I do not know what poetical is : Is it you to church, and have a good priest that can tell honest in deed, and word ? Is it a true thing? you what marriage is : this fellow will but join you

Touch. No, truly; for the truest poetry is the together as they join wainscot; then one of you most feigning; and lovers are given to poetry; and will prove a shrunk pannel, and, like green timber, what they swear in poctry, may be said, as lovers,' warp, warp. they do feign.

Touch. I am not in the mind but I were better Jud. Do you wish then, that the gods had made to be married of him than of another : for he is not me poetical ?

like to marry me well; and not being well married, Touch. I do, truly: for thou swear'st to me, thou it will be a good excuse for me hereafter to leave art honest; now, if they wert a poet, I might have my wife.

(Aside. some hope thou didst fcign.

Jaq. Go thou with me, and let me counsel thee. Aud. Would you not have me honest ?

Touch. Come, sweet Audrey; Touch. No truly, unless thou wert hard-favour'd: We must be married, or we must live in bawdry. for honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey a Farewell, good master Oliver; sauce to sugar.

Not-o sweet Oliver, Jaq. A material fool!

(Aside.

O brave Oliver, And. Well, I am not fair ; and therefore I pray Leave me not behi' thee; the gods make me honest !

But-Wind away, Touch. Truly, and to cast away honesty upon

Begone, I say, a foul slut, were to put good meat into an unclean I will not to wedding wi' thee. dish.

(E.re. Jaq. Touch, and Audrey. Aud. I am not a slut, though I thank the gods I Sir Oli. 'Tis no matter; ne'er a fantastical knave am foul.

of them all shall fout me out of my calling, (Ex. Torsch. Well, praised be the gods for thy foulness! sluttishness may come hereafter. But be it SCENE IV.-The same. Before a Cottage. as it may be, I will marry thee: and to that end I

Enter Rosalind and Celia. have been with sir Oliver Mar-text, the vicar of the Ros. Never talk to me, I will weep. nest village ; who hath promised to meet me in this Cel. Do, I pr’ythee; but yet have the grace to place of the forest, and io couple us.

consider, that tears do not become a man. Jaq. I would fain see this meeting, (Aside. Ros. But have I not cause to weep? Ard. Well, the gods give us joy!

Cel. As good cause as one would desire; thereTouch. Amen. A man may, if he were of a fore weep. fearful heart, stagger in this attempt; for here we Ros. His very hair is of the dissembling colour. have no temple but the wood, no assembly but horn-beasts. But what though ? Courage! As his kisses are Judas's own children.

Cel. Something browner than Judas's: marry, horns are odious, they are necessary. It is said, - Ros. I'faith, his hair is of a good colour. Many a man knows no end of his goods : right: Cel. An excellent colour : your chesnut was many a man has good horns, and knows no end of

the only colour. them. Well, that is the dowry of his wife; 'tis Ros. And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the none of his own getting.-IIorns! Even so:

touch of holy bread. Poor men alone;--No, no; the noblest deer hath Cel. He hath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana : them as huge as the rascal.s Is the single man a nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more relitherefore blessed ? No: as a walld town is more giously; the very ice of chastity is in them. worthier than a village, so is the forehead of a mar.

Ros. But why did he swear he would come this ried man more honourable than the bare brow of a morning, and comes not? bachelor: and by how much defence is better than

Cel. Nay certainly, there is no truth in him, no skill, by so much is a horn more precious than

Ros. Do you think so? to want.

Cel. Yes! I think he is not a pick-purse, nor Enler Sir Oliver Mar-text.

horse-stealer ; but for his verity in love, I do think Here comes sir Oliver :-sir Oliver Mar-text, you him as concave as a cover'd goblet, or a wora are well met: Will you despatch us here under this eaten nut. tree, or shall we go with you to your chapel ? Ros. Not true in love ?

Sir Oli. Is there none here to give the woman? Cel. Yes, when he is in ; but, I think he is not in. Touch. I will not take her on gift of any man.

Ros. You have heard him swear downright, he Sir Oli. Truly, she must be given, or the mar. was. riage is not lawful.

Cel. Was is not is : besides, the oath of a lover

is no stronger than the word of a tapster; they are (1) Lascivious. (2) Ill-lodged. (3) A fool with matter in him. (4) Homely. (6) The art of fencing. (7) God reward you (5) Lean deer are called rascal deer.

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both the confirmers of false reckonings: He at- Come not thou near me: and, when that time comes, tends here in the forest on the duke your father. Afflict me with thy mocks, pity me not;

Ros. I met the duke yesterday, and had much As, till that time, I shall not pily thee. question' with him. He asked me, of what paren:- Ros. And why, I pray you? (Advancing.) Who age I was; I told him, of as good as he: so he might be your mother, liurh'd, and let me go. But what talk we of That you insult, exult, and all at once, fathers, when there is such a man as Orlando? Over the wretched ? Whal though you have more

Cel. O, that's a brave man! he writes brave beauty, verses, speaks brave words, swcars brave oaths, (As, by my faith, I see no more in you and breaks them bravciy, quite traverse, athwari Than without candle may po dark io bed,) the heart of his lover:? as a puny tilter, that spur: Must you be therefore proud and pitiless ? his horse but on one side, breaks his staffiike a noble Why, what means this? Why do you look on me? goose : but all's brave, that youth mounts, and folly I see no more in you, than in the ordinary guides :--Who comes here!

of nature's sale-work:-Od's my little lile !

I think, she means to tangle iny eyes too :-
Enter Corin.

No, 'faith, proud mistress, hope not after it; Cor. Mistress, and master, you have oft inquired Tis not your inky brows, your black-silk hair, After the shepherd that complain'd of love;

Your bugle eye-balls, nor your check of cream, Who you saw sitting by me on the turf,

That can entame my spirits to your worship.Praising the proud disdainful shepherdess

You foolish shepherd, wherefore do you follow her, That was his mistress.

Like foggy south, pulling with wind and rain ? Cel.

Well, and what of him ? You are a thousand times a properer man, Cor. If you will see a pageant iruly play'd,

Than she a woman: 'Tis such fools as you!

That make the world full of ill-favour'd children: Between the pale complexion of true love And the red glow of scorn and proud disdain,

'Tis not her glass, but you, that flatters her;

And out of you she sees herself more proper,
Go hence a little, and I shall conduct you,
If you will mark it.

Than any of her lineaments can show her.
Ros.
0, come, let us remove;

Bui, misiress, know yourself; down on your knees, The sight of lovers feedeth those in love :

And thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love : Bring us unto this sight, and you shall say,

For I must tell you friendly in your car,I'll prove a busy actor in their play. (Exeunt.

Sell when you can; you are not for all markets:

Cry the man mercy; love him ; lake his offer; SCENE V. - Another part of the Foresi. Enter Foul is most soul, being foul to be a scoffer. Silvius and Phebe.

So take her to thee, shepherd ;-fare you well. Sil. Sweet Phebe, do not scorn me; do not,

Phe. Sweet youth, I pray you, chide a year to Phebe:

gether; Say, that you love me not; but say not so

I had rather hear you chide, than this man woo. In bitterness : The common executioner,

Ros. He's fallen in love with her foulness, and Whose heart the accustom'd sight of death makes she'll fall in love with my anger: If it be so, as hard,

fast as she answers thee with frowning looks, l'll Falls not the axe upon the humble neck, sauce her with biiter words.-Why look you so But first begs pardon; Will you sterner be

upon me? Than he that dies and lives by bloody drops ?

Phe. For no ill will I bear you.
Enter Rosalind, Celia, and Corin, at a distance. For I am falser than vows made in wine :

Ros. I pray you, do not fall in love with me, Phe. I would not be thy executioner;

Besides, Ulike you not : If you will know my house, I fly thee, for I would not injure thee.

'Tis at the tuft of olives, here hard by:Thou teli'st me, there is murder in mine eye : Will you go, sister?-Shepherd, ply her hard :'Tis pretty, sure, and very probable,

Come, sister : Shepherdess, look on him better, Tiiat eyes,--that are the frail'st and softest things, And be not proud: though all the world could see, Who shut their coward gates on atomies,

None could be so abus'd in si hi as he. Should be callid tyrants, butchers, murderers! Come, to our flock. (Exe. Ros. Cel. and Cor. Now I do frown on thee with all my heart;

Phe. Dear shepherd! now I find thy saw of might; And, if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill Who ever lov'd, that lov’l not at jorst sight ? thee;

Sil. Sweet Phcbe. Now counterfeit to swoon; why now fall down; Ple.

Ha! what say'st thou, Silvius 3 Or, if thou canst not, 0, for shame, for shame, Sil. Sweet Phebe, pity me. Lie not, to say mine eyes are murderers.

Phe. Why, I am sorry for thee, gentle Silvius. Now show the wound mine eye hath made in thee : Sil. Wherever sorrow is, relici' would be ; Scratch thee but wiih a pin, and there remains If you do sorrow at my grief in love, Some scar of it; lean but upon a rush,

By giving love, your sorrow and my gries The cicatrice and capable impressure

Were both extermin'd. Thy palm some moment keeps: but now mine eyes, Phe. Thou hast my love ; Is not that neighbourly? Which I have darted at thee, hurt thee not;

Sil. I would have you. Nor, I am sure, there is no force in eyes

Phe.

Why, that were covetousness That can do hurt.

Silvius, the time was, that I hated thee;
Sit.
O dear Phele,

And yet it is not, that I bear thee love :
If ever (as that ever may be near,)

But since that thou canst talk of love so well, You meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy, Thy company, which erst was irksome to me, Then shall you know the wounds invisible I will endure; and I'll employ thee too : That love's keen arrows make.

But do not look for further recompense, Phe.

But, till that time, Than thine own gladness that thou art employ'd

Sl. So holy, and so perfect is my love, (1) Conversation. (2) Mistress. (3) Love. And I in such a poverty of grace,

Did make offence, hisremis years he's tali

:

That I shall think it a most plenteous crop and to have nothing, is to have rich eyes and poor
To glean the broken ears after the man

hands.
That the main harvest reaps : loose now and then Jaq. Yes, I have gained my experience.
A scatter'd smile, and that I'll live upon.
Phe. Know'st thou the youth that spoke to me

Enler Orlando.
ere while ?

Ros. And your experience makes you sad: I Sil. Not very well, but I have met him ost; had rather have a fool to make me merry, than exAnd he hath bought the cottage, and the bounds, perience to make me sad; and to travel for it too. That the old carlot' once was master of.

Orl, Good day, and happiness, dear Rosalind ! Phe. Think not I love him, though I ask for him; Jaq. Nay, then, God be wi' you, an you talk in 'Tis but a peevish: boy :-yei he talks well;

blank verse.

[Erit. But what care I for word:? yet words do well, Ros. Farewell, monsieur traveller: Look, you When he that speaks them pleases those that hear. lisp, and wear stranje suits; disable* all the beneIt is a pretty youth :-not very pretty :

its of your own country; be out of love with your But, sure he's proud; and yet

his pride becomes him: nativity, and almost chide God for making you that He'll make a proper man: The best thing in him countenance you are; or I will scarce think you Is his complexion; and faster than his tongue have swam in a gondola.-Why, how now, Orlan

do! Where have you been all this while ? You a He is not tali; yet for

lover?-An you serve me such another trick, never His leg is but so so; and yet 'lis well:

come in my sight inore, There was a pretty redness in his lip;

Orl. My fair Rosalind, I come within an hour of A little riper and more lusty red

my_promise. Than that mix'd in his cheek; 'twas just the dif- Ros. Break an hour's promise in love? He that ference

will divide a minute into a thousand farts, and Betwixt the constant red, and mingled damask. break but a part of the thousandth part of a minute There be some women, Silvius, had they mark'd him in the affairs of love, it may be said of him, that In parcels as I did, would have gone near Cupid hath clap'd him o' the shoulder, but I'warTo fall in love with him: bat, for my part, rant him heart-whole. I love him not, nor hate him not; and yet

Orl. Pardon me, dear Rosalind. I have more cause to hate him than to love him: Ros. Nay, an you be so tardy, come no more in For what had he to do to chide at me?

my sight ; I'had as lief be woo'd of a snail. He said, mine eyes were black, and my hair black; Orl. of a snail ? And, now I am remember'd, scorn'd at me : Ros. Ay, of a snail; for though he comes slowly, I marvel, why I answer'd not again:

he carries his house on his head; a beiter joiture, But that's all one ; omittance is no quittance. I think, than you can make a woman: Besides, he I'll write to him a very taunting lette.

brinys his destiny with him. And thou shalt bear il; Wilt thou, Silvius ? Orl, What's that ? Sil. Phebe, with all my heart.

Ros. Why, horns; which such as you are fain Phe.

I'll write it straight; to be beholden to your :vives lor: but he comes The ma'ter's in my head, and in my heart: armed in his fortune, and prevents the slander of I will be bitter with him, and passing short; his wife. Go with me, Silvius.

(Eseunt. Orl. Virtue is no horn-maker; and my Rosalind

is virtuous.

Ror. And I am your Rosalind.
ACT IV.

Cel. It pleases him to call you so; but he hath

a Rosalind of a better leer than you. SCENE I.The same. Enter Rosalind, Celia,. Ros. Come, woo mc, 500 me; for now I am in and Jaques.

a holiday humour, and like enough to consent:

What would you say to me now, an I were your Jaq: I prythee, pretty youth, let me be better very very Rosalind ? acquainted with thee.

Orl. I would kiss, before I spoke. Ros. They say, you are a melancholy fellow. Ros. Nay, you were better speak first; and Jaq. I am so 'I do love it better than laughing. when you were gravelled for lack of matter, you

Ros. Those, that are in extremity of cither, are might take occasion to kiss. Very good orators, abominable fellows; and betray themselves to when they are out, they will spit; and for lovers, every modern censure, worse than drunkards. lacking (God warn us !) matter, the cleanliest shili Juq. Why, 'tis good to be sad and say nothing. is to kiss. Ros. Why then, 'tis good to be a post.

Orl. How is the kiss be denied ? Jag. I have neither the scholar's melancholy, Ros. Then she puts you to entreaty, and there which is emulation; nor the musician's, which is begins new matter. fantastical; nor the courtier's, which is proud ; nor Orl. Who could be out, being before his beloved the soldier's, which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, mistress ?. which is politic; nor the lady's, which is nice ;- Ros. Marry, that should you, if I were your por the lover's, which is all these: but it is a me- mistress; or I should think my honesty ranker ihan lancholy of mine own, compounded of many sim- my wit. ples, extracted from many objects : and, indeed, Orl. What, of my suit ? ihe sundry contemplation of my travels, in which Ros. Not out of your apparel, and yet out of my often rumination wraps me, is a most humorous your suit. Am not 1 your Rosalind ? sadness.

Crl. I take some joy to say you are, because I Ros. A traveller! By my faith, you have great would be talking of her. reason to be sad: I fear, you have sold your own Ros. Well, in her person, I say, I will not have lands, to see other men's; then, to have seen much, you.

(1) Peasant. (2) Silly. (3) Trifling. (4) Undervalue. (5) Complexion.

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 inet 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 had Ros. Marry, to say,—she came to seek you there. not been for a hot midsummer night : for, 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 Orl. 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.

Roś. 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 1-Come, sister, you shall be the priest, most hollow lover, and the most unworthy of her and inarry 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 in. Ros. You must begin, --Will you, Orlando, - deed my Rosalind : So, adieu.

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

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

(Erit 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,–1 lake 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 wise.

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, that 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 thee than a Barbary cock-come. pigeon over his hen; more clamorous than a par- Cel. And I'll sleep.

(Exeunt. 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 art Jag. Which is he that killed the deer? inclined to sleep.

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

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

man conqueror; and it would do well to set the Or. 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.

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