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have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Orla. I would not have my right Rosalind of this mind; for I proteit her frown might kill me.
Rof. 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. Orla. Then love me, Rosalind. Rof. Yes, faith, will I, Fridays and Saturdays, and all. Orla. And wilt thou have me? Rof. Ay, and twenty fuch. Orla. What say'st thou ? Rof. Are you not good ? Orla. I hope so. Rof. Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing? Come, sister, you shall be the priest, and marry
Give me your hand, Orlando. What do you say, fifter?
Orla. Pray thee, marr v 11s.
Orlando, have to wife this Rosalind ?
Orla. I will.
Rof. Then you must say, I take thee Rosalind for wife.
Orla. I take thee Rosalind for wife.
Rof. I might ask you for your commission, but I do take thee Orlando for my husband: there's a girl goes before the priest, and certainly a woman's thought runs before her actions.
Orla. So do all thoughts ; they are wing’d.
Rof. Now tell me, how long would you have her, after you have poffefs’d her ?
Orla. For ever and a day.
Rof. ' Say a day, without the ever. No, no, Or• lando: men are April when they woo, December I when they wed; maids are May when they are maids,'. . but the sky changes when they are wives : I will be (more jealous of thee than a Barbary cock-pidgeon
over his hen; more clamorous than a parrot against
rain ; more new-fangled than an ape; more giddy in 'my desires than a monkey: I will weep for nothing, · like Diana in the fountain, and I will do that when
you are dispos’d to be merry; I will laugh like a hyen, and that when you are inclin’d to weep. Orla. But will my Rosalind do fo? Rof. By my life, she will do as I do. Orla. O, but the is wise.
Rof. Or else she could not have the wit to do this ; the wiser, the waywarder : make the doors faft upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the casement; shut that, and 'twill out at the key-hole; stop that, it will fly with the smoak out at the chimney.
Orla. A man that had a wife with such a wit, he might fay, Wit, whither wilt? Raf. Nay, you might keep that check for it, till
you met your wife's wit going to your neighbour's bed.
la. And what wit could wit have to excuse that? Rof. Marry, to say she came to seek you there: you fhall never take her without her answer, unless 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!
Orla. For these two hours, Rosalind, I will leave thee. Rof. Alas, dear love, I cannot lack thee two hours.
Orla, I must attend the Duke at dinner ; by two o'clock I will be with thee again.
Rof. 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 your's won me; 'tis but one cait away, and so come death. Two o'th'clock is your hour!
Orla. Ay, Sweet Rosalind.
Rof. By my troth, and in good earnest, and so God mend me, and by all pretty caths that are not danger. ous, if you break one jot of your promise, or come one minute behind your jour, I will think you the most atheistical break-promise, and the most hollow lover, and the most unworthy of her you call Rosalind, that may be chosen out of the gross band of the unfaithful; therefore beware my ccnfure, and keep your promise.
Orla. With no less religion, than if thoa wert indeed my
Rosalind ; so adieu. Ros. Well, Time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let Time try. Adieu ! [Exit Orla,
Cel. You have simply misus'd our fex in
love. prate: we niuft have your doublet and hofe pluck'd over your head, and shew the world what the bird hath done to her own neft.
Rof. O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that thou didit' know how many fathom deep I am in love; but it cannot be founded : my affection hath an unknown bottom, like the bay of Portugal.
Cel. O rather, bottomless; that as fast as you pour affection in it, it runs out.
Ros. · No, that same wicked bastard of Venus, that was begot of thought, conceiv'd of spleen, and born • of madness; that blind rascally boy, that abuses eve
ry 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
find thadow, and sigh till he come. Cel. And I'll sleep.
SCENE IV. Enter Jaques, Lords, and Foresters.
faq. Which is he that kill'd the deer? Lord. Sir, it was I.
Jaq. Let's prefent him to the Duke, like a Roman conqueror;
and it would do well to set the deer's horns upon
his head, for a branch of victory. Have you no song, Forester, for this purpose ?
For. Yes, Sir.
Jaq. Sing it ; 'tis no matter how it be in tune, so it make noise enough.
What shall he have that kill'd the deer?
Then sing him home :-take thou no scorn The rest shall
Enter Rosalind and Celia. Rof. How say you now, is it not past two o'clock? I wonder inuch Orlando is not here.
Cel. I warrant you, with pure love and troubled brain, he hath ta’en his bow and arrows, and is gone forth to sleep. Look, who comes here.
Rof. Patience herself would startle at this letter,
Syl. No, I protest I know not the contents ;
Rof. Come, come, you're a fool,
Syl. Sure it is her’s.
my will !
Rof: Why, 'tis a boisterous and a cruel style,
hear the letter ? Syl. So pleafe you, for I never heard it yet ; Yet heard too much of Phebe's cruelty.
Rof. She Phebe's me; mark how the tyrant writes.
Syl. Call you this railing ?
Warrst thou with a woman's heart?
Whiles the eye of man did woo me,
That could do no vengeance to me.
If the scorn of your bright eyne
you chid me, I did love ;
Syl. Call you this ch: ling? Cel. Alas, poor shepherd ! Rof. Do you pity him ? no, he deserves no pity: Wilt thou love such a woman ? what, to make thee an inftrument, and play false strains upon thee? not to be endured! Well, go your way to her; (for I see love hath made thee a tame snake), and say this to her, That if Jhe love me, I charge her to love thee; if she will