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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.
Cel. I cannot say the words.
Rof. You must begin, -Will you, Orlando-
Cel. Go to;


Orlando, have to wife this Rosalind ?

Orla. I will.
Rof. Ay, but when ?
Orla. Why now, as fast as she can marry us.

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

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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,

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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.



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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.

Music, Song.

What shall he have that kill'd the deer?
His leather skin and harius to wear ;

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Then sing him home :-take thou no scorn The rest shall
To wear the horn, the horn, the horn: bear this bur-
It was a crest ere thou wast born. then.
Thy father's father wore it,
And thy father bore it ;
The korn, the horn, i he lusty horn,
Isrot a thing to laugh to scorn.

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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.

Enter Sylvius.
Syl. My errand is to you, fair youth,
My gentle Phebe bid me give you this :
I know not the contents ; but, as I guess,
By the stern brow and waspish action
Which she did use as she was writing of it,
It bears an angry tenor; pardon me,
I am but as a guiltless messenger.

Rof. Patience herself would startle at this letter,
And play the swaggerer ; bear this, bear all.
She says I am not fair ; that I lack manners;
She calls me proud, and that she could not love me
Were man as rare as phenix : 'odds
Her love is not the hare that I do hunt.
Why writes the fo to me? Well, shepherd, well,
This is a letter of your own device.

Syl. No, I protest I know not the contents ;
Phebe did write it.

Rof. Come, come, you're a fool,
And turn’d into th' extremity of love.
I saw her hand, she has a leathern hand,
A free-stone-colour'd hand; I verily did think,
That her old gloves were on, but 'twas her hands;
She has a huswife's hand, but that's no matter;
I say, she never did invent this letter;
This is a man's invention, and his hand.

Syl. Sure it is her’s.

my will !

Rof: Why, 'tis a boisterous and a cruel style,
A stýle for challengers; why, she defies me,
Like Turk to Christian ; woman's gentle brain
Could not drop forth such giant rude invention;
Such Ethiop words, blacker in their effect
Ihan in their countenance.


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.
[Reads.] Art thou God to shepherd turn'd,
That a maiden's heart hath burn'd?
Can a woman rail thus ?

Syl. Call you this railing ?
Rof. [Reads.] Why, thy Godhead laid apart,

Warrst thou with a woman's heart?
Did you ever hear such railing ?

Whiles the eye of man did woo me,

That could do no vengeance to me.
Meaning me a beaft!

If the scorn of your bright eyne
Have power to raise such love in mine,
Alack, in me, what strange effect
Would they work in mild aspect ??

you chid me, I did love ;
How then might your prayers move?
He that brings this love to thee,
Little knows this love in me;
And by him seal up thy mind,
Whether that thy youth and kind
Will the faithful offer take
Of me, and all that I can make ;
Or elfe by him my love deny,
And then I'll study how to die.

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

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