Can a woman rail thus ? Sil. Call you this railing? Ref. [Reads.] Why, thy Godhead laid apart, Did you ever hear fuch railing? Whiles the eye of man did woo me, Meaning me a beast. If the fcorn of your bright eyne He, that brings this love to thee, And then I'll study how to die.] Sil. Call you this chiding? Rof. Do you pity him? no, he deserves no pity. Wilt thou love fuch a woman?-What, to make thee an inftrument, and play false strains upon thee? not to be endured !-Well, go your way to her; (for I fee love hath made thee a tame fnake) and say this 3 Vengeance is used for mischief. JOHNSON. ↑ Youth and kind] Kind is the old word for nature. JoHNSON. to to her; "that if fhe love me, I charge her to love "thee: if fhe will not, I will never have her, un"less thou intreat for her." If you be a true lover, hence, and not a word; for here comes more company. [Exit Silvius. Enter Oliver. Oli. Good-morrow, fair ones: pray you, if you know Where, in the purlieus of this foreft, ftands Cel. Weft of this place, down in the neighbour bottom, The rank of ofiers, by the murmuring ftream, Oli. If that an eye doth profit by a tongue, Then should I know you by defcription, Such garments, and fuch years: "the boy is fair, "Of female favour, and bestows himself "Like a ripe fifter: but the woman low, "And browner than her brother." Are not you The owner of the house, I did enquire for? Cel. It is no boast, being afk'd, to fay, we are. Rof. I am: what must we understand by this? Oli. Some of my fhame; if you will know of me What man I.am, and how, and why, and where This handkerchief was ftain'd. Cel. I pray you, tell it. Oli. When laft the young Orlando parted from you, He left a promise to return again Within an hour; and pacing through the foreft,' • Within an hour;] We must read, within two hours. JOHNSON. I Chewing Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy, A wretched ragged man, o'er-grown with hair, And with indented glides did flip away Lay couching, head on ground, with cat-like watch To prey on nothing that doth feem as dead : And found it was his brother, his elder brother. Cel. O, I have heard him speak of that fame brother; And he did render him the most unnatural That liv'd 'mongst men. Oli. And well he might so do; For, well I know he was unnatural. Rof. But, to Orlando ;-did he leave him there, Food to the fuck'd and hungry lioness? Oli. Twice did he turn his back, and purpos'd fo: But kindness, nobler ever than revenge, And nature, stronger than his just occafion, Who quickly fell before him; in which hurtling Cel. Are you his brother? Rof. Was it you he rescu'd? Cel. Was't you that did fo oft contrive to kill him? Oli. 'Twas I; but 'tis not I: I do not fhame When from the first to laft, betwixt us two, Which all this while had bled; and now he fainted, And cry'd, in fainting, upon Rofalind. Brief, I recover'd him; bound up his wound; And, after some small space, being strong at heart, To tell this ftory, that you might excuse Cel. Why, how now? Ganymed!Sweet!-[Rofalind faints. Ganymed! Oli. Many will fwoon when they do look on blood. Cel. There is more in it :-coufin-Ganymed! Oli. Look, he recovers. Rof. I would, I were at home! Cel. We'll lead you thither: -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. Rof. I do fo, I confefs it. Ah, fir, a body would coufin-Ganymed!] Celia in her firft fright forgets Rofalind's character and difguife, and calls out coufin, then recollects herfelf, and fays Ganymed. JOHNSON. VOL. III. Y think 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 teftimony in your complexion, that it was a paffion of earnest. Rof. Counterfeit, I affure you. Oli. Well then, take a good heart, and counterfeit to be a man. Rof. So I do; but, i'faith, I fhould have been a woman by right. Cel. Come, you look paler and paler; pray you, draw homewards :-Good fir, go with us. Oli. That will I; for I must bear answer back, How you excufe my brother, Rofalind. Ref. I fhall devife fomething. But, I pray you, commend my counterfeiting to him.-Will you go? [Exeunt. A CT V. SCENE I. THE FOREST. Enter Clown and Audrey. CLOWN. E fhall find a time, Audrey;-patience, gentle WE Aud. Faith the priest was good enough, for all the old gentleman's faying. Clo. A moft wicked fir Oliver, Audrey; a moft vile Mar-text. But, Audrey, there is a youth here in the foreft lays claim to you. Aud. Ay, I know who 'tis; he hath no intereft in me in the world: here comes the man you mean. Enter |