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Into a Bush, under whose Bushes shade
Cel. O I have heard him speak of that fame Brother,
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;
Cel. Are you his Brother?
Oli. 'Twas I ; but 'tis not I; I do not shame
Ros. But for the bloody Napkin?
Oli. By and by
Brief, I recover'd him, bound up his Wound,
To tell this Story, that you might excuse
Cel. Why, how now Ganimed, sweet Ganimed?
Cel. We'll lead you thither.
Oli. Be of good cheer, Youth; you a Man?
Rof, I do so, I confess it. Ah, Sirra, a body would think this was well counterfeited, I pray you tell your Brother how well I counterfeited : Heigh-ho.
Oli. This was not coubterfeit, there is too great Testimony in your Complexion, that it was passion of Earneft.
Rof. Counterfeit, I assure you.
Oli. Well then, take a good heart, and counterfeit to be a Man.
Rof. 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, Rosalinda,
Rof. I shall devise something ; but I pray you commend my counterfeiting to him: Will you go? [Exeunt.
Ref: I do body would thther how well!
Praya, a bód. confere
A CT V. SCENEI.
SCEN E the Forest.
Enter Clown and Audrey, Clo. W E shall find a time, Audrey; patience, gentle
W Audrey. And, Faith the Priest was good enough, for all the old Gentleman's saying.
Clo. A most wicked Sir Oliver, Audrey, a most vile Mar. text. But Andrey, 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.
Enter William Clo, 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 flouring; we cannot hold. Willa Good Ev'n, Audrey. And, God ye good Ev'n, William. Will. And good Ev'n to you, Sir.
Clo. Good Ev'n, gentle Friend. Cover thy Head, cover thy Head; nay, prethee be cover'd. How old are you, Friend?
Will. Five and twenty, Sir.
Clo. Thank God: A good answer:
Will. 'Faith, Sir, so, fo.
Clo. So, fo, 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.
Clo. Why, thou say'st well : I do now remember a Saya ing, 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
Will. I do, Sir.
Clo. Then learn this of me; To have, is to have. For it is a Figure in Rhetorick, 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 ipfe is he: Now you are not ipse; for I am he.
Will. Which he, Sir?
Clo. 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 perisheft; 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 Poyson with thee, or in Baltinado, 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.
And. Do, good William.
[Exit. i. Enter Corin., Cor. Our Master and Mistress seek you; come away, as way.
Člo. Trip Andrey, trip Audrey; I attend, I attend.
Enter Orlando and Oliver. Orla. Is't possible, that on so little Acquaintance you Thould like her? That, but seeing, you should love her? And loving, woo? and wooing, she should grant? And will you persevere to enjoy her?
oli. Neither call the Giddiness of it in question, the Poverty of her, the small Acquaintance, my sudden Wooing, VOL. II.
Here ca Godd you
nor her sudden consenting; but say with me, I love Aliena; say with her, that she loves me; consent with both, thar we may enjoy each other; it shall be to your good: Form, Father's House, and all the Revenue, that was old Sir Rowland's, will I estate upon you, and here live and die a Sbep. herd.
Rof. God save you, Brother.
Rof. Oh my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to see thee wear thy Heart in a Scarf. . .
Orla. It is my Arm.
Ros. I thought thy Heart had been wounded with the Claws of a Lion.
Orla. Wounded it is, but with the Eyes of a Lady.
Rof. Did your Brother tell you how I counterfeited to fwound, when he shew'd me your Handkerchief?
Orla. Ay, and greater Wonders than that.
Rol. O, I know where you are : Nay, 'tis true : There was never any thing so fudden, but the Fight of two Rams, and Cæsar's Thrasonical Brag, of, I came, faw, and overcame: For your Brother, and my Sister, no sooner met, but they look’d; no sooner look'd, but they lov'd; no sooner lov’d, but they fighd; no sooner figh'd, but they ask'd one another the Reason; no sooner knew the Reason, but they fought the Remedy; and in these Degrees have they made a Pair of Stairs to Marriage, which they will climb incontinent, or else be incontinent before Marriage; they are in the very Wrath of Love, and they will together. Clubs cannot part them.
Orla. They shall be married to Morrow; and I will bid the Duke to the Nuptial. But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into Happiness through another Man's Eyes; by so much the more Thall I to Morrow be at the Height of HeartHeavines, by how much I shall think my Brother happy, in having what he wishes for.