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ow show the wound mine eye hath made in Sil. Sweet Phebe,thee:

Ph. lla! What say'st thou, Silvius? Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remains Sil. Sweet Phebe, pity me. Some scar of it; lean but upon a rush,

Phe. Why, I am sorry for thee, gentle Silvius. The cicatrice and palpable impressure [eyes, Sil. Wherever sorrow is, relief would be ; Thy palm some moment keeps; but now mine If you do sorrow at my grief in love, Which I have darted at thee, hurt thee not: By giving love, your sorrow and my grief Nor, I am sure, there is no force in eyes Were both externiin'd. That can do hurt.

Phe. Thou hast my love; is not that neighSil. O dear Phebe, Sil. I would have you.

(bourly? If ever, (as that ever may be near,)


Why, that were covetousness. You meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy, Silvius, the time was, that I hated thee; Then shall you know the wounds invisible And yet it is not, that I bear thee love ; That love's keen arrows make.

But since that thou canst talk of love so well, Phe.

But, till that time, Thy company, which erst was irksome to me, Come not thou near me: and, when that time I will endure; and I'll employ thee too: comes,

But do not look for further recompense, Africt me with thy mocks, pity me not; Than thine own gladness that thou art employd As, till that time, I shall not pity thee.

Sil. So holy, and so perfect is my love, Ros. And why, I pray you? (Advancing.] Who And I in such a poverty of grace, might be your mother,

That I shall think it a most plenteons crop That you insult, exult, and all at once,

To glean the broken ears after the man Over the wretched? What, though you have That the main harvest reaps; loose now and then beauty,

A scatter'd smile, and that I'll live upon. (As, by my faith, I see no more in you

Phe. Know'st thou the youth that spoke to Than without candle may go dark to bed,)

me ere while ? Must you be therefore proud and pitiless ? Sil. Not very well, but I have met him oft : Why, what means this? Why do you look on me? And he hath bought the cottage, and the bounds, I see no more in you, than in the ordinary That the old carlot once was master of. Of nature's sale-work :-Od's my little life! Phe. Think not I love him, though I ask for I think she means to tangle my eyes too :No, 'faith, proud mistress, hope not after it; 'Tis but a peevish boy :-yet he talks well ;'Tis not your inky brows, your black silk-hair, But what care 1 for words? yet words do well, Your bugle eyeballs, nor your cheek of cream, When he that speaks them pleases those that That can entame my spirits to your worship,- It is a pretty youth;-not very pretty ; [hear You foolish shepherd, wherefore do you follow But, sure, he's proud; and yet his pride becomes her,

him; Like foggy south, puffing with wind and rain? He'll make a proper man; The best thing in him You are a thousand times a properer man, Is his complexion; and faster than his tongue Than she a woman : "Tis such fools as you, Did make offence, his eye did heal it up. That make the world full of ill-favour'dchildren: He is not tall; yet for his years he's tall; 'Tis not her glass, but you, that fatters her; His leg is but so so; and yet 'tis well: And out of you she sees herself more proper, There was a pretty redness in his lip; Than any of her lineaments can show her.- A little riper and more lusty red difference But, mistress, know yourself; down on your Than that mix'd in his cheek; 'twas just the knees,

[love : Betwixt the constant red, and mingled damask. And thank heaven fasting, for å good man's There be some women, Silvius, had they ina, k'd For I must tell you friendly in your ear,-

him Sell when you can: you are not for all markets : In parcels as I did, would have gone near Cry the man mercy; love him; take his offer; To fall in love with him: but, for my part, Foul is most foul, being foul to be a scoffer. I love him not, nor hate him not; and yet So take her to thee, shepherd :-fare you well. I have more cause to hate him than to love him: Phe. Sweet youth, I pray you chide a year For what had he to do to chide at me? together;

He said, mine eyes were black, and my hair I had rather hear you chide, than this man woo. black;

Pos. He's fallen in love with her foulness, And, now I am remember'd, scorn'd at me: and she'll fall in love with my anger: If it be I marvel, why I answer'd not again; so, as fast as she answers thee with frowning But that's all one ; omittance is no quittance. looks, I'll sauce her with bitter words.- Why I'll write to him a very taunting letter, look you so upon me?

And thou shalt bear it; Wilt thou, Silvius? Phé. For no ill will I bear yon.

Sil. Phebe, with all my heart. Ros. I pray you, do not fall in love with me, Phe.

I'll write it straight; For I am falser than vows made in wine; The matter's in my head, and in my heart : Besides, I like you not : If you will know my I will be bitter with him, and passing short : house,

Go widi me, Silvius.

(Exeunt. "Tis at the tuft of olives, here hard by :Will you go, sister ?-Shepherd, ply her hard:Come, sister:- Shepherdess, look on him better And be not proud: though all the world could see, None could be so abus'd in sight as he.


The same. Come, to onr flock.

(Eceunt Rosalind, Celia, and CORIN Enter RogALIND, CELIA, and JAQUES Phe. Dead shepherd ! now I find thy saw of Jaq. I prythee, pretty youth, let me be better might;

acquainted with thee. Who wer lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight 1 i Ros. They say, you are a melancholy fellow'.

Art Fourth.

The poor

Jaq. I am so; I do love it better than laughing. for lovers, lacking (God warn us!) matter, the

Ros. Those that are in extremity of either, cleanliest shift is to kiss. are abominable fellows; and betray themselves Ori. How if the kiss be denied ? to every modern censure, worse than drunkards. Ros. Then she puts you to entreaty, and there Jaq. Whiy, 'tis good to be sad and say nothing. begins new matter.

[mistress? Ros. Why then, 'tis good to be a post.

Orl. Who could be out, being before his beloved Jaq. I have neither the scholar's melancholy, Ros. Marry, that should you, if I were your which is emulation; nor the musician's, which mistress; or I should think my honesty ranker In fantastical; nor the courtier's, which is proud; Orl. What, of my suit ? [than my wit. or the soldier's, which is ambitious; nor the Ros. Not out of your apparel, and yet out of lawyer's, which is politick; nor the lady's, your suit. Am not I your Rosalind ? which is nice; nor the lover's, which is all Orl. I take some joy to say you are, because these: but it is a melancholy of mine own, I would be talking of her.

[have you. compounded of many simples, extracted from Ros. Well, in her person I say, I will not many objects; and, indeed, the sundry contem- Orl. Then, in mine own person, I die. piation of my travels; which, by often rumina- Ros. No, faith, die by attorney. tion, wraps me in a mnost humourous sadness. world is almost six thousand years old, and in

Ros. A traveller! By my faith, you have great all this time there was not any man died in his reason to be sad: I fear, you liave sold your own person, videlicet, in a love-cause. Troilus wwn lands, to see other men's; then, to have had his brains dashed ont with a Grecian elub; been much, and to have nothing, is to have rich yet he did what he could to die before ; and he eyes and poor hands.

is one of the patterns of love. Leander, he Jaq. Yes, I have gained my experience. would have lived many a fair year, though Enter ORLANDO.

Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for a

hot midsummer night: for, good youth, he went Ros. And your experience makes you sad: I but forth to wash him in the Hellespont, and, had rather have a fool to make me merry, than being taken with the cramp, was drowned; experience to make me sad; and to travel for and the foolish chroniclers of that age found it it too.

was-Hero of Sestos. But these are all lies: Orl. Good day, and happiness, dear Rosalind! men have died from time to time, and worms Jaq. Nay then, God be wi' you, an you talk have eaten them, but not for love. in blank verse.

[Erit. Orl. I would not have my right Rosalind of Ros. Farewell, monsieur traveller: Look, you this mind; for, I protest, her frown might kill me. lisp, and wear strange suits ; disable all the be- Ros. By this hand, it will not kill a fly: Put nefits of your own country: be out of love with come, now I will be your Rosalind in a more your nativity, and almost chide God for making coming-on disposition; and ask me what you you that countenance you are: or I will scarce will, I will grant it. think you have swam in a gondola.-Why, how Orl. Then love me, Rosalind. now, Orlando! where have you been all this Ros. Yes, faith, will I, Fridays, and Saturwhile ? You a lover?--An you serve me such days, and all. another trick, never come in my sight more. Orl. And wilt thou have me?

Orl. My fair Rosalind, I come within an hour Ros. Ay, and twenty such. of my promise.

Orl. What say'st thou ? Pos. Brenk an hour's promise in love? Hle Ros. Are you not good ? that will divide a minute into a thousand parts, Orl, I hope so. and break but a part of a thousandth part of Ros. Why then, can one desire too much of a a minute in the affairs of love, it may be said good thing ?-Come, sister, you shall be the of him, that Cupid hath clapp'd him o' the priest, and marry us.-Give me your hand, Orshoulder, but I warrant him heart-whole. lando :

-What do you say, sister? Orl. Pardon me, dear Rosalind.

Orl. 'Pray thee, marry us. Pos. Nay, an you be so tirdy, come no more Cel. I cannot say the words. in iny sight: I had as lief be woo'd of a snail. Ros. You must begin, Will you, Orlandy,-Orl. Of a snail ?

Cel. Go to: Will yon, Orlando, have to Ros. Ay, of a snail ; for though he comes Orl. I will

[wife this Rosalind ? slowly, he carries his house on his hend: a better Ros. Ay, but when ? jointure, I think, than you can make a woman: Orl. Why now; as fast as she can marry is. Besides, he brings his destiny with him. Ros. Then you must say,- I take thee, Rosalind, Orl. What's that?

for wife. Ros. Why, horns; which such as you are fain Orl. I take thee, Rosalind, for wife. to be beholden to your wives for: but he comes Ros. I might ask you for your commission; armed in his fortune, and prevents the slander but, I do take thee, Orlando, for my husband of his wife.

[lind iy virtuous. There a girl goes before the priest; and, certainOrl. Virtue is no horn-maker; and my Rosa- ly, a woman's thought runs before her actions. Ros. And I am your Rosalind.

Orl. So do all thoughts; they are winged. Cel. It pleases him to call you so; but he hath Ros. Now tell me how long you would have a Rosalind of a better leer than you.

her, after you have possessed her. Ros. Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am Orl. For ever and a day. in a holiday humour, and like enough to con- Hos. Say a day, without the ever: No, no, sent: What would you say to me now, an Orlando; men are April when they woo: DeWere your very, very Rosalind ?

cember when they wed : maids are May when Orl. I would kiss, before I spoke.

they are maids, but the sky changes when they Ros. Nay, you were better speak first; and are wives. I will be more jealous of thee than when you were gravelled for lack of matter, a Barbary cock-pigeon over his hen; more clayou might take occasion to kiss. Very good morous than a parrot against rain; more new. orators, when they are out, they will spit; and fangled than an ape; moro giddy in my desires


this bar den

than a monkey: I will weep for nothing, like 1 Lord. Sir, it was I. L'iapa in the fountain, and I will do that when Jaq. Let's present him to the duke like a Royou are disposed to be merry: I will laugh like man conqueror; and it would do well to set the a hyen, and that when thou art inclined to sleep. dcer's horns upon his head, for a branch of vicOrl. But will my Rosalind do so?

tury :-Have you no song, forester, for this purRos. By my life, she will do as I do.

2 Lorul. Yes, sir.

(pose? Orl. 0, but she is wise.

Juq. Sing it; 'tis no matter how it be in tune, Ros. Or else she could not have the wit to do so it make noise enough. this: the wiser, the waywarder: Make the doors

SONG. upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the case- 1. What shall he have that killd the deer ment; shut that, and 'twill out at the keyhole; 2. His leather skin and horns to wear. stop that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the

1. Then siny kim home : chimney.

Take thou no scorn, to wear th horn, The Orl. A man that had a wife with such a wit, It was a crest ere thou roast born ;

shall hrat he might say,--Wil, whither wilt ?

1. Thy father's father wore it; Ros. Nay, yon might keep that check for it,

And thy father bore it: till you met your wife's wit going to your neigh- All. The horn, the horn, the lusty horn, bour's bed.

[that? Is not a thing to laugh to scorit. (Exeunt. Orl. And what wit could wit have to excuse

SCENE INI. The Forest. Ros. Marry, to say,--she came to seck you there. You shall never take her without her

Enter ROSALIND and CELIA. answer, unless you take her without her tongue.

Ros. How say you now? Is it not past two O, that woman that cannot make her fault her o'clock ? and here much Orlando! husband's occasion, let her never nurse her

Cel. I warrant you, with pure love, and tronchild herself, for she will breed it like a fool.

bled brain, he hath ta'en his bow and arrow, Orl. For these two hours, Rosalind, I will and is gone forth to sleep: Look who comes here leave thee.


Enter SILVIUS. Ros. Alas, dear lore, I cannot lack thee two

Sil. My errand is to you, fair youth:Orl. I must attend the duke at dinner; by My gentle Phebe, bid me give you this: two o'clock I will be with thee again.

(Giving a Letter. Ros. Ay, go your ways, go your ways:-I knew I know not the contents; but as I guess, what you would prove; my friends told me as By the stern brow and waspish action inuch, and I thought no less :--that flattering which she did use as she was writing of it, tongue of yours won me:-'tis but one cast It bears an angry tenour: pardon me, away, and so-come death.-Two o'clock is I am but as a guiltless messenger. [letter,

Ori. Ay, sweet Rosalind. (your hour? Ros. Patience herself would startle at this

Ros. By my troth, and in good earnest, and And play the swaggerer ; bear this, bear all: so God mend me, and by all pretty oaths that she says, I am not fair; that I lack manners; are not dangerous, if you break one jot of your She calls me proud; and, that she could not promise, or come one minute behind your hour,

love me I will think you the most pathetical break-pro-! Were men as rare as phænix: Od's my will! mise, and the most hollow lover, and the most Her love is not the hare that I do hunt: anworthy of her you call Rosalind, that may be Why writes she so to me?.-Well, shepherd, well, chosen out of the gross band of the unfaithful: This is a letter of your own device. therefore beware my censure, and keep your Sil. No, I protest, I know not the contents; promise.

Phebe did write it. Orl. With no less religion, than if thou wert


Come, come, you are a fool, indeed my Rosalind : So, adieu.

And turn'd into the extremity of love Ros. Well, time is the old justice that exa- I saw her hand : she has a leathern hand, mines all such offenders, and let timetry: Adieu! A freestone-colour'd hand; I verily did think

[Ecit ORLANDO. That her old gloves were on, but'twas her hands; Cel. You have simply misus’d our sex in your She has a huswife's hand: but that's no matter; love-prate : we must have your doublet and lose I say, she never did invent this letter; pluck'd over your head, and show the world This is a man's invention, and his hand. what the bird hath done to her own nest.

Sil. Sure, it hers. Pos. 0 coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz,

Ros. Why,'tis a boisterous and a cruel style, that thou didst know how many fathom deep i A style for challengers: why, she defies me, am in love! But it cannot be sounded; my af- Like Turk to Christian: woman's gentle brain ftction hath an unknown bottom, like the bay Could not drop forth such giant-rude invention, of Portugal.

Such Ethiop words, blacker in their effect Cel. Or rather bottomless; that as fast as you Than in their countenance :-Will you hear the pour affection in it, it runs out.

letter? Ros. No, that same wicked bastard of Venus, Sil. So please you, for I never heard it yet; that was beyot of thought, conceived of spleen, Yet heard too much of Phebe's cruelty: [writes. and born of madness; that blind rascally boy,

Ros. She Phebe's me: Mark how the tyrant that abuses every one's eyes, because his own

Art thou god to shepherd turn'd, [Reads. are out, let him be judge, how deep I am in

That a maiden's heart hath burni'd love :-I'll tell thee, Aliena, I cannot be out of Can a woman rail thus? the sight of Orlando : I'll go find a shadow, and Sil. Call you this railing? sigh till he come

Ros. Why thy godhead laid apart, Cel. And I'll sleep.


Warr'st thou with a woman's heart? SCENE II. Another part of the Forest.

Did you ever hear such railing?

Whiles the eye of man did woo me, Enter JAQUES and Lords, in the habit of Foresters. That could do no vengeance to me

Jaq. Which is he that kill'd the deer? Meaning me a beast.--

you know

If the scorn of your bright eyne

The royal disposition of that beast,
Have power is raise such lour in mine, To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead:
Alack, in me what strange effect

This seen, Orlando did approach the man,
Would they work in mill aspect?

And found it was his brother, his elder brother Whiles you chid me, I did love ;

Cel. O, I have heard him speak of that same How then might your prayers move ?

brother; He, that brings this love to thee,

And he did render him the most unnatural
Little knows this love in me :

That liv'd 'mongst men.
And by him seal up thy mind;


And well he might so do,
Whether that thy youth and kind

For well I know he was unnatural.
Will the faithful offer take

Ros. But, to Orlando;--Did he leave him there,
Of me, and all that I can make ;

Food to the suck'd and hungry lioness? (so: Or else by him my lore deny,

Oli. Twice did he turn his back, and purpos'd And then I'U study how to die.

Bint kindness, nobler ever than revenge, Sil. Call you this chiding?

And nature, stronger than his just occasion, Cel. Alas, poor shepherd !

Made him give battle to the lioness, Ros. Do you pity him? no, he deserves no Who quickly fell before him; in which hurtling pity.-Wilt thou love such a woman ?-What, From miserable slumber I awak'd. to make thee an instrument, and play false Cel. Are you his brother? strains upon thee! not to be endured ! Well, Ros.

Was it you he rescu'd ? go your way to her, (for I see, love hath made Cel. Was't you that did so oft contrive to kill thee a tame snake), and say this to her;- That him? if she love me, I charge her to love thee: if she Oli. "Twas I; but 'tis not 1:1 do not shame will not, I will never hare her, unless thou en- To tell you what I was, since my conversion treat for her.-- If you be a true lover, hence, and So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am. not a word; for here comes more company. Pros. But, for the bloody napkin ?[Exit Silvius. Oli.

By and by : Enter OLIVER.

When from the first to last, betwixt us two, Oli. Good-morrow, fair ones: Pray you, if Tears our recountments had most kindly bath'd;

As, how I came into that desert place ;Where, in the purlieus of this forest, stands In brief he led me to the gentle duke, A sheep-cote, fene'd about with olive-trees? Who gave me fresh array and entertainment, Cel. West of this place, down in the neighbour Committing me unto my brother's love; bottom,

Who led me instantly unto his cave, The rank of osiers, by the murmuring stream, There stripp'd himself, and here upon his arm Left on your right hand, brings you to the place: The lioness had torn some flesh away, But at this hour the house doth keep itself, Which all this while had bled; and now ho There's none within.

And cry'd, in fainting, upon Rosalind. (fainted, Oli. If that an eye may profit by a tongue, Brief, I recover'd him; bound up his wound; Then I should know you by description ; And, after some small space, being strong at Such garments, and such years : The boy is fair He sent me hither, stranger as I am, (heart, Of female favour, and bestows himself

To tell this story, that you might excuse Like a ripe sister ; but the woman low,

His broken promise, and to give this napkin, And brouoner than her brother. Are not yon Dy'd in his blood, unto the shepherd youth The owner of the house I did inquire for? That he in sport doth call his Rosalind. Cel. It is no boast, being ask'd, to say, we are. Cel. Why, how


Ganymede? sweet GaOli, Orlando doth commend him to you both; nymede ?

(ROSALIND faints. And to that youth he calls his Rosalind,

Oli. Many will swoon when they do look on He sends this bloody napkin; are you he?

blood. Pos. I am: What must we understand by this? Cel. There is more in it:-Cousin-Gany. Oli. Some of my shame; if you will know of Oli. Look, he recovers.

[mede! me


I would, I were at home. What man I am, and how, and why, and where Cel. We'll lead you thither This handkerchief was stain'd.

I pray you, will you take him by the arm? Cel.

I pray you, tell it. oli. Be of good cbeer, youth : You a man? Oli. When last the young Orlando parted from You lack a man's heart. He left a promise to return again [you, Ros. I do so, I confess it. Ah, sir, a body Within an hour; and, pacing through the forest, would think this was well

counterfeited : I pray Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy, you, tell your brother how well I counterfeited. Lo, what befelli he threw his eye aside, -Heigh-holAnd, mark, what object did present itself! Vli. This was not counterfeit; there is too Under an oak, whose boughs were moss'd with great testimony in your complexion, that it And high top bald wit dry antiquity, {age, was a passion of earnest. A wretched ragged man, o'ergrown with hair, Ros. Counterfeit, I assure you. Lay sleeping on his back : about his neck Oli. Well then, take a good heart, and counA green and gilded snake had wreathed itself, terfeit to be a man. Who with her head, nimble in threats approach'd Ros. So I do: but i'faith, I should have been The opening of his mouth; but suddenly, & woman by right. Seeing Orlando, it unlink'd itself,

Cel. Come, you look paler and paler; pray And with indented glides did slip away you, draw homewards :-Good sir, go with us. Into a bush. under which bush's shade

Oli. That will I, for I must bearanswer back-A lioness, with udders all drawn dry,

How you excuse my brother, Rosalind. Lay couching, head on ground, with catlike Ros. I shall devise something: But, I pray watch,

you, commend my counterfeiting to him : When thit the sleeping man should stir; for 'tis Will you go?


Art Fifth.


The same.

SCENE I. The same.

Orl. Is't possible, that on so little acquaint-

ance you should like ber? that but seeing, you Touch. We shall find a time, Audrey; pa- should love her? and, loving, woo? and, wootience, gentle Andrey.

ing, she should grant? and will you persevere Aud. 'Faith, the priest was good enough, for to enjoy her? all the old gentleman's saying.

oli. Neither call the giddiness of it in quesTouch. A most wicked Sir Oliver, Audrey, a tion, the poverty of her, the small acquaintance, most vile Mar-text. But, Audrey, there is a my sudden wooing, nor her sudden consenting; youth here in the forest lays claim to you.

but say with me, I love Alieno ; say with her, Aud. Ay, I know who 'tis; he hath no in- that she loves me; consent with both, that we terest in me in the world: here comes the man may enjoy each other: it shall be to your good; you mean.

for my father's house, and all the revenue that Enter WILLIAM.

was old Sir Rowland's, will I estate upon you, Touch. It is meat and drink to me to see a and here live and die a shepherd clown: By my troth, we that have good wits,

Enter RosaLIXD. have much to answer for; we shall be flouting;

Orl. You have my consent. Let your wedwe cannot hold.

ding be to-morrow; thither will 1 invite the Will. Good even, Audrey.

duke, and all his contented followers; Go you, Aud. God ye gnod even, William.

and prepare Aliena; for, look you, here comes ill. And good even to you, sir.

Ros. God save you, brother, (my Rosalind. Trruch. Good even, gentle friend : Cover thy Oli. And you, fair sister. head, cover thy head; nay, pry'thee, be cover- Ros. O, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me ed. How old are you, friend?

to see thee wear thy heart in a scart. Will. Five-and-twenty, sir.

Orl. It is my arm. Touch. A ripe age : Is thy name William? Ros. I thought thy heart had been wounded Will. William, sir.

with the claws of a lion.

(lady. Touch. A fair name: Wast born i' the forest Orl. Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a Will. Ay, sir, I thank God.

[here? Ros. Did your brother tell you how I counTouch. Thank God ;-a good answer : Art terfeited to swoon, when he showed me your Will. 'Faith, sir, so, so.

(rich ? handkerchief? Touch. So, so, is good, very good, very excel- Ori. Ay, and greater wonders than that. ent good :--and yet it is not; it is but so su.

Ros. O, I know where you are :--Nay, 'tis Art thou wise ?

true; there never was any thing so sudden, but Will, Ay, sir, I have a pretty wit.

the fight of two rams, and Cæsar's thrasonical Touch. Why, thou say'st well. I do now re-brag of–1 came, saw, and overcame : For your member a saying; The fool doth think he is wise, I brother and my sister no sooner met, but they but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. Thé, looked, no sooner looked, but they loved; no heathen philosopher, when he had a desire to sooner loved, but they sighed; no sooner sighed, eat a grape, would open his lips when he put but they asked one another the reason; no it into his mouth; meaning thereby, that grapes sooner knew the reason, but they sought' the were made to eat, and lips to open. You do remedy; and in these degrees have they made love this maid ?

a pair of stairs to marriage, which they will Will. I do, sir.

climb incontinent, or else be incontinent before Touch. Give me your hand: Art thou learned ? marriage : they are in the very wrath of love, Will. No, sir.

and they will together; clubs cannot part them. Touch. Then learn this of me: To have, is Orl. They shall be married to-morrow; and to have: For it is a figure in rhetorick, that I will bid the duke to the nuptial. But, o, how drink, being poured out of a cup into a glass, bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through by filling the one doth empty the other: for all another man's eyes! By so inuch the more shall your writers do consent, that ipse is he; now ! to-morrow be at the height of heart-heaviness, you are not ipse, for I am he.

by how much I shall think my brother happy, Will. Which he, sir.

in having what he wishes for. Touch. He, sir, that must marry this woman: Ros. Why then, to-morrow I cannot serve Therefore, you clown, abandon,--which is in your turn for Rosalind ? the vulgar, leave,--the society, which in the Orl. I can live no longer by thinking. boorish is, company,--of this female,- which Ros. I will weary you no longer then with in the common is,-woman, which together is, idle talking. Know of me then, (for now I abandon the society of this female ; or, clown, speak to some purpose), that I know you are a thou perishest; or, to thy better understand gentleman of good conceit: I speak not this, ing, diest; to wit, I thee, make thee away, that you

bear a good opinion of my translate thy life into death, thy liberty into knowledge, insomuch, I say, I know you are ; bondage: I will deal in poison with thee, or in neither do I labour for a greater esteem than bastinado, or in steel; I will bandy with thee may in some little measure draw a belief from in faction; I will o'errun thee with policy; I you, to do yourself good, and not to grace me. will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways; there- Believe then, if you please, that I can do fore tremble, and depart.

strange things: I have, since I was three years Aud. Do, good William.

old, conversed with a magician, most profound Will. God rest you merry, sir. (Exit. in this art, and yet not damnable. If you do Enter CORIN.

love Rosalind so near the heart as your gesture Cor. Our master and mistress scek yon; cries it out, when your brother marries Aliens, come, away, away.

shall you marry her: I know into what straits Touch. Trip, Audrey, trip, Audrey ;-I attend, of fortune she is driven; and it is not imposI attend.

(Fixeunt. sible to me, if it appear not inconvenient to

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