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Ros. Go with me to it, and I will shew it you : and, by the way, you shall tell me where in the forest you live : Will you go?

Orla. With all my heart, good youth.

Ros. Nay, nay, you must call me Rosalind :--Come, sister, will you go?

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SCENE VI.

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Enter Clown, and AUDREY, JAQUES watching them.

Clo. Comé apace, good Audrey; I will fetch up your goats, Audrey: And how, Audrey? am I the man yet? doth my simple feature content you?

Aud. Your features ! Lord warrant us! what fea. tures?

451 Clo. I am here with thee and thy goats, as the capricious poet, honest Ovid, was among the Goths.

Jaq. (Aside.] O knowledge ill-inhabited! worse than Jove in a thatch'd house!

Clo. When a man's verses cannot be understood, nor a man's good wit seconded with the forward child, understanding, it strikes a man more dead than a great reckoning in a little rooin : Truly, I would the gods had made thee poetical.

Aud. I do not know what poetical is : Is it honest in deed, and word? Is it a true thing >

Clo. No, truly; for the truest poetry is the most feigning; and lovers are given to poetry; and what they swear in poetry, may be said, as lovers, they do feign.

Aud.

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Aud. Do you wish then, that the gods. had made me poetical?

Clo. I do truly : for thou swear'st to me, thou art honest; now if thou wert a poet, I might have some hope thou didst feign.

471 Aud. Would you not have me honest ?

Clo. No truly, unless thou wert hard-favour'd: for honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey a sauce to sugar.

Jaq. [ Aside.] A material fool!

Aud. Well, I am not fair ; and therefore I pray the gods make me honest!

Clo. Truly, and to cast away honesty upon a foul slut, were to put good meat into an unclean dish. 480

Aud. I am not a slut, though I thank the gods I am foul.

Clo. Well, praised be the gods for thy foulness ! sluttishness may come hereafter.

But be it as it may be, I will marry thee: and to that end, I have been with Sir Oliver Mar-text, the vicar of the next vil. lage ; who hath promis'd to meet me in this place of the forest, and to couple us.

Faq. [ Aside.] I would fain see this meeting.
Aud. Well, the gods give us joy!

490 Clo. Amen. A man may, if he were of a fearful heart, stagger in this attempt; for here we have no temple but the wood, no assembly but horn-beasts. But what though ? Courage ! As horns are odious, they are necessary. It is said,--Many a man knows no end of his goods: right; many a man has good

horns,

horns, and knows no end of them. Well, that is the dowry of his wife; 'tis none of his own getting. Horns? Even so :-Poor men alone? -No, no; the noblest deer hath them as huge as the rascal. Is the single man therefore blessed ? No: as a wall’d town is more worthier than a village, so is the forehead of a married man more honourable than the bare brow of a bachelor: and by how much defence is better than no skill, so much is a horn more precious than to want.

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Enter Sir Oliver MAR-TEXT.

Here comes sir Oliver :-Sir Oliver Mar-text; you are well met: Will you dispatch us here under this tree, or shall we go with you to your chapel ?

Sir Oli. Is there none here to give the woman? 510 Clo. I will not take her on gift of any man.

Sir Oli. Truly, she must be given, or the marriage is not lawful.

Jaq. [Discovering himself. ] Proceed, proceed; I'll give her.

Clo. Good even, good master What ye call’t: How do you, sir? You are very well met: God'ild

you

for you last company : I am very glad to see you :Even a toy in hand here, sir : Nay; pray, be covered.

520 Jaq. Will you be married, motley?

Clo. As the. ox hath his bow, sir, the lorse his curb, and the faulcon her bells, so man hath his de

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sires; and as pigeons bill, so wedlock would be nib. ling.

Faq. And will you, being a man of your breeding, be married under a bush, like a beggar? Get you to church, and have a good priest that can tell you what marriage is : this fellow will but join you together as they join wainscot; then one of you will prove a shrunk pannel, and, like green timber, warp, warp.

532 Clo. I am not in the mind but I were better to be married of him than of another : for he is not like to marry me well; and not being well married, it will be a good excuse for me hereafter to leave my wife.

Faq. Go thou with me, and let me counsel thee.

Clo. Come, sweet Audrey;
We must be married, or we must live in bawdry.
Farewel, good master Oliver!

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Sir Oli. 'Tis no matter; ne'er a fantastical knave of trem all shall flout me out of my calling.

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SCENE IV.

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A Cottage in the Forest. Enter ROSALIND, and Celia.
Ros. Never talk to me, I will weep.

550 Cel. Do, I pr’ythee; but yet have the grace to consider, that tears do not become a man.

Ros. But have I not cause to weep?

Cel. As good cause as one would desire; therefore weep.

Ros. His very hair is of the dissembling colour.

Cel. Something browner than Judas's : marry, his kisses are Judas's own children.

Ros. I'faith, his hair is of a good colour.

Cel. An excellent colour: your chesnut was ever the only colour.

561 Ros. And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the touch of holy beard.

Cel. He hath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana : a nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously; the very ice of chastity is in them.

Ros. But why did he swear he would come this morning, and comes not?

Cel. Nay certainly, there is no truth in him.
Ros. Do you think so?

570 Cel. Yes: I think he is not a pick-purse, nor a horse-stealer ; but for his verity in love, I do think him as concave as a cover'd goblet, or a worm-eaten nut. Giij

Ros.

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