By and by

Oli. Twice did he turn his back, and purpos
But kindness, nobler ever than revenge,
Apd pature, stronger than his just occasion,
Made bim give battle to the lioness,
Who quickly fell before him ; in wbich hortling'
From miserable slumber I awak'd.

Cel. Are you his brother?
Ros.

Was it you he rescu’d?
Cel. Was't you that did so oft coptrive to kill birds

Oli. 'Twas I; but 'tis not I: I do not shame
To tell you what I was, since my convers
So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am.

Ros. But, for the bloody napkin?

Oli.
When from the first to last, betwixt us two,
Tears our recountments had most kiadly bathid,
As, how I came into that desert place :-
In brief, he led me to the gentle duke,
Who gave me fresh array, and entertainment,
Committing me unto my brother's love;
Who led me instantly unto his cave,
There stripp'd himself, and here upon his
The lioness had torn some flesh away,
Which all this while had bled; and now he ta
And cry'd, in fainting, upon Rosalind.
Brief, I recover'd him ; bound up his wou
And, after some small space, being strong
He sent me hither, stranger as I am,
To tell this story, that you might excuse
His broken proinise, and to give this papkin,
Dy'd in this blood, unto the shepherd youth
That he in sport doth call his Rosalind.
Cel. Why, how now, Ganymede? sweet

mede ?
Oli. Many will swoon when they do

blood.
Cel. There is more in it:-Cousin-Ganymede
Oli. Look, he recovers.

bled; and now he fainted,

eing strong at heart,

A they do look on

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,

Ros. I do so, I confess it. Ah, sir, a body would think this was well counterfeited: I pray you tell your brother how well I counterfeited. - Heigh

· Oli. This was not counterfeit; there is too great testimony in your complexion, that it was a passion of earnest

Ros. Counterfeit, I assure you.

Oli. Well then, take a good heart, and counterfeit to be a man.

Ros. 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, Rosalind.

Ros. I shall devise something: But, I pray you, commend my counterfeiting to him:Will you go?

(Eseunt.

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SCENE I. The same.

Dat you might erca

to give this wala

munedelja

haalia when the day

Enter Touchstone and Audrey. Touch. We shall find a time, Audrey; patience, gentle Audrey.

Aud. 'Faith, the priest was good enough, for all the old gentleman's saying.

Touch. A most wicked sir Oliver, Audrey, a most vile Mar-text. But, Audrey, 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 inan you mean.

Enter William.
Touch. It is meat and drivk to me, to see
clown: By my troth, we that have gnad wits, have
much to answer for; we shall be flouting; we can.
pot hold.

Will. Good even, Audrey.
• Aud. God ye good even, William.

Will. And good even to you, sir.
Touch. Good even, gentle

• Good even, gentle friend: Cover thy
head, cover thy head : nay, pr'ythee, be covered.
How old are you, friend?
Will Five and twenty, sir.
Touch. A ripe age: 13 thy name, William
Will. William, sir.
Touch. A fair name: Wast born i'the forest here!
Will. Ay, sir, I thank God.
Touch. Thank God;-a good answer: Art
Will. 'Faith, sir, so, so.

Touch. So, so, is good, very good, very exces
good :-and yet it is not; it is but so so. Art
wise?

Will. Ay, sir, I have a pretty wit.

Touch. Why, thou say'st well. I do no
ber a saying; The fool doth think he is wa
1 the wise man knows himself to be a foot.
then philosopher, when he had a desire
grape, would open his lips when he put
mouth; meaning thereby, that grapes w
to eat, and lip3 to open. You do love this ma

Will. I do, sir.
Touch. Give me your hand: Art thou learned:
Will. No, sir.

en he put it into his wat grapes were made

have: For it is a figure iu rhetorick, that a
ing poured out of a cup into a glass, by
oue doth empty the other: For all your w
consent, that ipse is he; DOW
I am he.

IVill. Which he, sir?

Dis of me; To havc, is to e iu rhetorick, that drink be

a glass, by filling the For all your writers do

you are pot ipse, for

Touch. He, sir, that must marry this woman : Therefore, you clow), 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 perishest; or, to thy better understanding, diest; to wit, I kill thee, make thee away, translate thy life into death, thy }iberty into bondage: I will deal in poison with thee, or in bastinado, 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.

Aud. Do, good William.
Will.' God rest you merry, sir. . (Exit.

Enter Corio.
Cor. Our master and mistress seek you; come,
away, away.
Touch. Trip, Audrey, trip, Audrey ;-) attend,

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

The same.

Enter Orlando and Oliver. Orl. Is't possible, that op so little acquaintance you should like her? that, but seeing, you should love her? and, loving, woo? and, wooing, she should grant? and will you perséver to enjoy her?

Oli. Neither call the giddigess of it in question, the poverty of her, the small acquaintance, my sudden wooing, nor her sudden consenting; but say with me, I love Aliena; say with her, that she loves me; consent with both, that we may enjoy each other; it shall be to your good; for my father's house, and all the revenue that was old sir Row.

land's, will I estate upon you, and here live and die a shepherd.

| Enter Rosalind.
Orl. You have my consent. Let your wedding
be to morrow: thither will I invite the duke, and
all his contented followers: Go you, and prepare
Aliena; for, look you, here comes my Rosalind.

Ros. God save you, brother,
Oli. And you, fair sister.

Ros. O, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to see thee wear thy heart in a scarf !

Orl. It is my arm.

Ros. I thought thy heart had been wounded the claws of a lion. Orl. Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady.

Ros. Did your brother tell you how I counter! ed to swoon, when he showed me your handker

Orl. Ay, and greater wonders than that..

Ros. O, I know where you are:Nay, 't16 there was never any thing so sudden, but i of two rams, and Cæsar's tbrasonical brag of came, saw, and overcame : For your broth my sister no soover met, but they looked ; er looked, but they loved; no sooner they sighed; no sooner sighed, but they ask

her the reason; no sooner knew the reason, but they sought the remedy: and in these degrees ni they made a pair of stairs to marriage, which

nb incontinent, or else be incontinent before marriage: they are in the very wrath of and they will together; clubs cannot part to

Ori. They shall be married to-morrow; ab bid the duke to the puptial. But, o, how thing it is to look into happiness through man's eyes! By so much the more shall I to-mor be at the height of heart heaviness. by how muce shall think my brother happy, wishes for.

0; no sooner loved, but

morrow

horrow; and I will

but, O, how bitter a nappiness through another

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