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Like a ripe sister : the woman low
Cel. It is no boast, being ask'd, to say we are.
90 And to that youth he calls his Rosalind He sends this bloody napkin. Are you he ?
Ros. I am : what must we understand by this ?
Oli. Some of my shame; if you will know of me
I pray you, tell it.
110 And with indented glides did slip away Into a bush : under which bush's shade A lioness, with udders all drawn dry, Lay couching, head on ground, with catlike watch, When that the sleeping man should stir ; for 'tis The royal disposition of that beast To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead : This seen, Orlando did approach the man And found it was his brother, his elder brother.
Cel. O, I have heard him speak of that same brother; 120
And he did render him the most unnatural
And well he might so do,
Ros. But, to Orlando : did he leave him there,
Oli. Twice did he turn his back and purposed so;
Cel. Are you his brother?
Was't you he rescued ?
Oli. 'Twas I ; but 'tis not I: I do not shame
Ros. But, for the bloody napkin ?
By and by.
Dyed in his blood unto the shepherd youth
Cel. Why, how now, Ganymede ! sweet Ganymede !
We'll lead you thither. 160 I pray you,
you take him by the arm ? Oli. Be of good cheer, youth : you a man ! you lack a man's heart.
Ros. I do so, I confess it. Ah, sirrah, a body would think this was well counterfeited! I pray you, tell
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 earnest.
Ros. Counterfeit, I assure you.
171 Ros. 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 I, for I must bear answer back How you excuse my brother, Rosalind.
Ros. I shall devise something: but, I pray you, commend my counterfeiting to him. Will you go?
SCENE I. The forest.
Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY. Touch. We shall find a time, Audrey ; patience, gentle Audrey.
Aud. Faith, the priest was good enough, for all the old gentleman's saying.
Touch. A most wicked Sir Oliver, Audrey, a most vile Martext. But, Audrey, there is a youth here in the forest lays claim to you.
Aud. Ay, I know who 'tis ; he hath no interest in me in the world : here comes the man you mean.
9 Touch. It is meat and drink to me to see a clown : by my troth, we that have good wits have much to answer for ; we shall be flouting ; we cannot hold.
Will. Good even, Audrey.
Touch. Good even, gentle friend. Cover thy head, cover thy head ; nay, prithee, be covered.
How old are you, friend ?
Will. Five and twenty, sir.
Touch. “So so’ is good, very good, very excellent good; and yet it is not; it is but so so. Art thou wise ?
Will. Ay, sir, I have a pretty wit.
Touch. Why, thou sayest well. I do now remember a saying, 'The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. The heathen philosopher, 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 ? 34
Will. I do, sir.
Will. No, sir.
Touch. 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 other ; for all your writers do consent that ipse is he: now, you are not ipse, for I am he.
42 Will. Which he, sir ?
Touch. 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, or, clown, thou perishest ; or, to thy better understanding, diest; 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 steel ; I will bandy with thee in faction ; I will o'er-run thee with policy ; I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways: therefore tremble, and depart.
54 Aud. Do, good William. Will. God rest you merry, sir.
Cor. Our master and mistress seek you; come, away, away! Touch. Trip, Audrey ! trip, Audrey ! I attend, I attend.
Orl. Is't possible that on so little acquaintance
should like her? that but seeing you should love her? and loving woo? and, wooing, she should grant ? and will you persever to enjoy her ?
Oli. Neither call the giddiness of it in question, the