Page images


marry her.

Rof. Why then to Morrow I cannot serve your Turn for
Orla. I can live no longer by thinking.

Ros. I will weary you then no longer with idle Talking. Know of me then, for now I speak to fome purpose, that I know you are a Gentleman of good Conceit. I speak nor this, that you should bear a good Opinion of my Knowledge; insomuch, I say, I know what you are; neither do I labour for a greater Esteem than may in some little Measure draw a Belief from you to do your felf good, and not to grace

Believe then, if you please, that I can do strange things; I have, since I was three Years old, converst with a Magi. cian, most profound in his Art, and yet not damnable. If you do love Rosalind so pear the Heart, as your Gesture cries it out, when your Brother marries Aliena you tha!!

I know inco what Screighrs of Fortune she is driven, and it is not impossible to me, if it appear not in. convenient to you, to set her before your Eyes to Morrow; Human as she is, and without any Danger.

Orla. Speak’lt thou in sober Meanings?

Ros. By my Life I do, which I tender dearly, tho’I say I am a Magician: Therefore put you in your

best Array, bid your Friends: For if you will be married to Morrow, you shall, and to Rosalind, if


Enter Silvius and Phebe.
Look, here comes a Lover of mine, and a Lover of hers.

Phe. Youth, you have done me much ungentleness,
To shew the Letter that I writ to you.

Rof. I care not if I have : It is my Study
To seem despiteful and ungentle to you:
You are there follow'd by a faithful Shepherd;
Look upon him, love him; he worships you.

Phe. Good Shepherd, tell this Youch what 'tis to love.

Sil. It is to be made all of Sighs and Tears,
And so am I for Phebe.

Phe. And I for Ganimed.
Orla. And I for Rosalind.
Rof. And I for no Woman.

Sil. It is to be made all of Faith and Service;
And so am I for Phebe.



[ocr errors]


Phe. And I for Ganimed.
Orla. And I for Rosalind.
Rof. And I for no Woman.

Sil. It is to be all made of Fantasie,
All made of Pallion, and all made of Wishes,
All Adoration, Duty and Observance,
All Humbleness, all Patience, and Impatience,
All Purity, all Trial, all Observance;
And so am I for Phebe.

Phe. And so am I for Ganimed.
Orla. And so am I for Rosalind.
Rof. And so am I for no Woman.
Phe. If this be so, why blame you' me to love you?
Sil. If this be so, why blame you me to love you?
Orla. If this be so, why blame you me to love you?

Rof. Who do you speak to, Why blame you me to love you?

Orla. To her that is not here, nor doth not hear.

Ros. Pray you no more of this; 'tis like the Howling of Iris Wolves against the Moon; I will help you if I can; I would love you if I could: To Morrow meet me all toge ther; I will marry you, if ever I marry Woman, and I'll be married to Morrow; I will satisfy you, if ever I satisfy'd Man, and you shall be married to Morrow; I will content you,

if what pleases you contents you, and you shall be married to Morrow. As you love Rosalind meet, as you love Phebe meet, and as I love no Woman, I'll meet. So fare you well; I have left you Commands.

Sil. I'll not fail, if I live.
Phe. Nor I.
Orla. Nor I.



Enter Clown and Audrey. Clo. To Morrow is the joyful Day, Audrey; to Morrow will we be married.

And. I do desire it with all my Heart; and I hope it is no dishonest Desire, to desire to be a Woman of the World. Here come two of the banishid Duke's Pages.,


[ocr errors]

Enter two Pages. 1 Page: Well met, honest Gentleman. Clo. By my troth well met: come, sit, sit, and a Song. 2 Page. We are for you, fit i'th' middle. *1 Page. Shall we clap into't roundly, without hauking, or spitting, or saying we are hoarse, which are the only Prologues to a bad Voice.

2 Page. I'faith, i' faith, and both in a Tune, like two Gypsies

on a Horse.

[ocr errors]

It was a Lover and his Lass,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o'er the green Corn-field did pass

In the Spring time; the only pretty rang time,
When Birds do fing, hey ding 4 ding, ding.
Sweet Lover's love the Spring.
And therefore take the present time,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino;
For Love is crowned with the prime,

In the Spring time, &c.
Between the Acres of the Rye,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonina;
These pretty Country-folks would lyc,

In the Spring time, &c.
The Carrol they began that hour,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino;
How that a Life was but a Flower,

In the Spring time, &c.
Clo. Truly, young Gentlemen, though there was no great
matter in the ditty, yet the Note was very untunable.

i Page. You are deceivid, Sir, we kept time, we lost not our time.

Cho. By my troth, yes: I count it but time lost to hear such a foolish Song. God b'w'y you, and God mend your Voices. Come, Andrey:


[ocr errors]
[ocr errors][merged small]


Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, Jaques, Orlando, Oliver,

and Celia. Duke Sen. Doft thou believe, Orlando, that the Boy Can do all his that he hath promised?

Orla. I sometimes do believe, and sometimes do not ; Asthose that fear they hope, and know they fear.

Enter Rosalind, Sylvius, and Phebe.
Rof. Patience once more, whiles our Compad is urg'd:
You say, if I bring in your Rosalind, [To the Duke.
You will bestow her on Orlando here?

Duke Sen. That would I, had I Kingdoms to give with her.
Rof. And you say you will have her when I bring her?

[To Orlando.
Orla. That would I, were I of all Kingdoms King.
Rof. You say you'll Marry me, if I be willing. [To Phe.
Phe, That will I, Mould I die the hour after.

Rof. But if you do refuse to marry me,
You'll give your self to this most faithful Shepherd.

Phe. So is the Bargain.
Ros. You say, that you'll have Phebe, if she will? [ToSyl.
Syl. Tho' to have her and Death were both one thing.

Rof. I have promis'd to make all this matter even :
Keep you your word, o Duke, to give your Daughter;
You yours, Orlando, to receive his Daughter:
Keep you your word, Phebe, that you'll marry me;
Or else refusing me, to wed this Shepherd.
Keep your word, Sylvius, that you'll marry her,
If she refuse me; and from hence I go
To make these Doubts all even.

[Exit Ros, and Celia.
Duke Sen. I do remember in this Shepherd-Boy,
Some lively touches of my Daughter's Favour.

Orla. My Lord, the first time that I ever saw him,
Methought he was a Brother to your Daughter;
But, my good Lord, this Boy is Forest born,
And hath been tutor'd in the Rudiments
Of many desperate Studies by his Unkle,
Who he reports to be a great Magician,

Enter Clown and Audrey. bfcured in the Circle of this Forest.

[merged small][ocr errors]


[ocr errors][ocr errors][ocr errors]

Faq. There is sure another Flood toward, and these Couples are coming to the Ark. Here comes a pair of very Itrange Beasts, which in all Tongues are callid Fools.

Clo. Salutation and Greeting to you all.

Jaq. Good my Lord, bid him welcome. This is the Motly-minded Gentleman that I have so often 'met in the Fortit: He hath been a Courtier he swears.

Clo. If any Man doubt that, let him put me to my Purgation; I have trod a Measure, I have flatter'd a Lady, I have been politick with my Friend, smooth with mine Enemy, I have undone three Tailors, I have had four Quarrels, and like to have fought one.

Jag. And bow was that ta’en up?

Clo. 'Faith we met, and found the Quarrel was upon the seventh Cause.

Jaq. How the seventh Cause? Good my Lord, like this Fellow.

Duke Sen. I like him very very well.

Clo. God'ild you, Sir, I defire you of the like: I press in here, Sir, amongst the rest of the Country Copulatives, to swear, and to forswear, according as Marriage binds, 'and Blood breaks: A poor Virgin, Sir, an ill-favour'd thing, Sir, but mine own, a poor Humour of mine, Sir, to take that that no Man elle will. Rich Honesty dwells like a Miser, Sir, in a poor House, as your Pearl in your Oyster.

Duke Sen. By my Faith, he is very swift and sententious.

Clo. According to the Fool's bolt, Sir, and such dulcet Diseases.

Jag. But for the seventh Cause; how did you find the Quarrel on the seventh Cause?

Clo. Upon a Lie seven times removed; (bear your Body more seeming, Audrey) as thus, Sir; I did dislike the Cut of a certain Courtier's Beard; he sent me word, If I said his Beard was not cut well, he was in the mind it was : This is called the Retort Courteous. If I sent him word again, it was well cut, he would send me word, he cut it to please himself. This is call'd the Quip Modeft. If again, it was not well cut, he disabled my Judgment: This is callid the Reply Churlish. If again, it was not well cut, he would answer, I fpake not true: This is call'd the Reproof Valiant, If again, it was not well cut, he would say, I lie: This is



[ocr errors]
« PreviousContinue »