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have swam in a gondola.- Why, how now, Orlando!
where have you been all this while ? You a lover!
--An you serve me such another trick, never come
in my sight more.

Orl. My fair Rosalind, I come within an hour of
my promise.

Ros. Break an hour's promise in love? He that will divide a minute into a thousand parts, and break but a part of the thousandth part of a mionte in the affairs of love, it may be said of him, that Cupid hath clap'd him o' the shoulder, but I warrant him heart-whole.

Orl. Pardon me, dear Rosalind.

Ros. Nay, an you be so tardy, come no more in my sight; I had as lief be woo'd of a snail.

Orl. Of a snail ?

Ros. Ay, of a snail; for though he comes slowly, he carries his house on his head; a better jointure, I think, than you can make a woman: Besides, he brings his destiny with him.

Orl. What's that?

Ros. Why, horns; which such as you are fain to be beholded to your wives for: but he comes armed in his fortune, and prevents the slander of his wife.

Orl. Virtue is no horn-maker; and my Rosalind is virtuous.

Ros. And I am your Rosalind.

Cel. It pleases him to call you so; but he hath a Rosalind of a better leer* than you.

Ros. Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in a holiday humour, and like enough to consent: What would you say to me now, an I were your very very Rosalind?

Orl. I would kiss, before I spoke.
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lacking (God warn us !) matter, the cleanliest shift is to kiss.

Ori. How if the kiss be denied?

Ros. Then she puts you to entreaty, and there begins new matter.

Orl. Who could be out, beiwg before his beloved mistress?

Ros. Marry, that should you, if I were your mistress; or I should think my honesty ranker than my wit.

Orl, What, of my suit?

Ros. Not out of your apparel, and yet out of your suit. Am not I your Rosalind?

Orl. I take some joy to say you are, because I would be talking of her.

Ros. Well, in her person, I say I will not have you.
Orl. Then, in mine own person, I die.

Ros. No, faith, die by attorney. The poor world is almost six thousand years old, and in all this time there was not any man died in his own person, videlicet, a love-cause. Troilus had his brains dashed out with a Grecian club; yet he did what he could to die before; and he is one of the patterns of love. Leander, he would have lived inauy a fair, year, though Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night: for, good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont, and, being taken with the cramp, was drowned; and the foolish chironiclers of that age found it was Hero of Sestos. But these are all lies; men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.

Orl. I would not have my right Rosalind of this mind; for, I protest, her frown might kill me.

Ros. By this hand, it will not kill a fly. But come, now I will be your Rosalind in a more coming.on disposition; and ask me what you will, I will grant it.

Orl. Then love me, Rosalind.

Ros. Yes, faith will I, Fridays, and Saturdays, and all. · Orl. And wilt thou have me?

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Ros. Ay, and twenty such.
Orl. What say'st thou?
Ros. Are you not good?
Orl. I hope so.

Ros. Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing ?-Come, sister, you shall be the priest, and marry us.-Give me your band, Orlando :-What do you say, sister?

Orl. Pray thee, marry us,
Cel. I caunot say the words.
Ros. You must begin — Will you, Orlando,

Cel. Go to: Will you, Orlando, have to wife this Rosalind?

Orl. I will,
Ros. Ay, but when?
Orl. Why now; as fast as she cap marry us,

Ros. Then you must say, I take thee, Rosalind, for wife.

Ori. I take thee, Rosaliod, for wife.

Ros. I might ask you for your commission; bul -I do take thee, Orlando, for my husband : There a woman's thought runs before her actions.

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Orl. So do all thoughts; they are winged.

Ros. Now tell me, how long you would have her, after you have possessed her.

Orl. For ever, and a day.

Ros. Say a day, without the ever: No, no, Or. lando; men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are ipaids, but the sky changes wheu they are wives. I will be more jealous of thee than a Barbary cock.


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pigeon over his hen; more clamorous than a against rain;

more new.fapgled than an ape; more giddy 'in my desires than a will weep for nothing, like Diana in the fountain, and I will do that when you are disposed to be mer.

ry; I will laugh like a hyen, and that when thou art inclined to sleep.

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Ros. By my life, she will do as I do.
Orl. 0, but she is wise.

Ros. Or else she could not have the wit to do this: the wiser, the waywarder: Make the doors* upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the casenient; shut that, and 'twill out at the keyh-ole; stop that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney.

Orl. A man that had a wife with such a wit, he might say,- Wit, uhither wilt?

Ros. Nay, you might keep that check for it; till you met your wife's wit going to your neighbour's bed.

Orl. And what wit could wit have to excuse that?

Ros. Marry, to say,--she came to seek you there. You shall never take her without her answer, un. less you take her without her tongue. O, that woman that cannot make her fault her husband's occasion, let her never nurse her child herself, for she will breed it like a fool.

Orl. For these two hours, Rosalind, I will leave thee.

Ros. Alas, dear love, I cannot lack these two hours.

Orl. I must attend the duke at dinner; by two o'clock I will be with thee again.

Ros. Ay, go your ways, go your ways ;-I knew what you would prove; my friends told me as much, and I thought no less :—that flattering tongue of yours won me :-'tis but one cast away, and so,come, death.-Two o'clock is your hour?

Orl. Ay, sweet Rosalind.

Ros By my troth, and in good earnest, and so God menu me, and by all pretty oaths that are not dangerous, if you break one jot of your promise, or come one minute behind your hour, I will think

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AS YOU LIKE IT. hollow lover, and the most unworthy of her Rosalind, that may be chosen out of the of the unfaithful: therefore beware my censure, and keep your promise.

Ori. With no less religion, than if thou wert in. deed my Rosalind: So, adieu.

Ros. Well, time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let time try:

Cel. You have simply misus'd our sex in your love prate: we must have your doublet and hose plucked over your head, and show the world what the bird hath done to her own nest. thou didst know how many fathom deep I

Ros. O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that Jove! But it cannot be sounded; my affection hath an unknown bottom, like the Bay of Portugal.

Cel. Or .rather bottomless; that as fast as yon pour affection in, it runs out.

Ros. No, that same wicked bastard of Venus, that was begot of thought®, conceived of spleen, and born of madness; that blind rascally boy, that abuses every one's eyes, because his own are out, let him be judge, how deep I am in love :- I'll tell thee, Aliena, I cannot be out of the sight of Orlando: I'll go

find a come.

Cel. And I'll sleep,

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