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Like a ripe sister : the woman low
Cel. It is no boast, being ask'd, to say we are.
Oli. Orlando doth commend him to you both, . 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, v
Ros. But, to Orlando : did he leave him there,
Oli. Twice did he turn his back and purposed so;
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, will 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 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 earnest.
Ros. Counterfeit, I assure you.
Oli. Well then, take a good heart and counterfeit to be a man.
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 1, 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?
Enter TouchSTONE and 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.
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.
Aud. Do, good William.
Enter Corin. Cor. Our master and mistress seek you; come, away, away! Touch. Trip, Audrey ! trip, Audrey ! I attend, I attend.
SCENE II. The forest.
Enter ORLANDO and OLIVER. Orl. Is 't possible that on so little acquaintance you 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