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not, I will never have her, unless thou intreat for her. If
you be a true lover, hence, and not a word; for here comes more company.
[Exit Syl. SCENE
Enter Oliver, Oli. Gond morrow, fair ones : pray you,
you Where, in the purlews of this forest, ftands [know, A sheep-cote fenc'd about with olive-trees ?
Cel. West of this place, down in the neighbour bot-
Oli. If that an eye may profit by a tongue,
Cel. It is no boast, being ask'd, to say, we are.
Oli. Oilando doth commend him to you both,
Roj. I am; what must we understand by this ? Oli. Some of my thame, if you will know of me What man I am, and how, and why, and where This handkerchief was stain'd.
Cel. I pray you, tell it.
Oli. When last the young Orlando parted from you, He left a pronise to return again Within an hour; and pacing through the forest, Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy, Lo, what befel ! he threw his eyes aside, And mark what object did present itself. • Under an oak, whose boughs were moss’d with age, • And high top bald with dry antiquity;
A wretched ragged man, o'ergrown with hair,
Lay sleeping on his back; about his neck ' A green and gilded snake had wreath'd itself, " Who with her head, nimble in threats, approach'd • The opening of his mouth ; but suddenly
Seeing Orlando, it unlink'd itself, • And with indented glides did slip away • Into a bush ; under which bush's shade • A lioness, with udders all drawn dry, • Lay couching head on ground, with cat-like watch • When that the sleeping man fhould stir; for 'tis · The royal disposition of that beast, • To prey on nothing that doth feem as dead :' This seen, Orlando did approach the man, And found it was his brother, his eldest brother.
Cel. O, I have heard him speak of that same brother, And he did render him the most unnatural That liv'd ’mongst men.
Oli. And well he might fo do ; For, well I know, he was unnatural,
Rof. But, to Orlando ; did he leave him there, Food to the suck'd and hungry lioness ?
Oli. Twice did he turn his back, and purpos’d so:
Cel. Are you his brother ?
Oli. 'Twas I; but 'tis not I; I do not shame
my conversion So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am.
Rof. But for the bloody napkin ?
Oli. By, and by
array and entertainment, ' ommitting me unto my brother's love; Who led me instantly unto his cave, There strip'd .imself, and here upon his arm The lioness hd torn some flesh away, Whic, all this while had bled; and now he fainted, And cry'd, in fainting, u, on Runnlind.
Brief, I recover'd him; bound up his wound;
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.
Rof. 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 ho !-
Oli. This was not counterfeit, there is too great testimony in your complexion, that it was a paffion of earneft.
Rof. Counterfeit, I assure you.
Oli. Well then, take a good heart, and counterfeit te be a man.
Rof. 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
brother, Rosalind. | ROM. I fall devise something; but, I pray you, commmend my counterfeiting to him. Will you go?
S C Ε Ν Ε Ι.
Aud. Faith, the priest was good enough, for all the old gentleman's faying.
Glo. 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 man you mean.
Enter William. Clo. It is meat and drink to me to see a clown ; by my troth, we that have good wits, have much to answer for : we shall be fiouting; we cannot hold.
Will. Good ev'n, Audrey.
Clo. Good ev'n, gentle friend. Cover thy head, cover thy head; nay, pr’ythee. be cover'd. How old are you, friend? Will. Five and twenty, Sir. Glo. A ripe age.
Is thy name William ?
Clo. So, fo, is good, very good, very excellent good : and yet it is not; it is but so so. Art thou wise ?
Will. Ay, Sir, I have a pretty wit.
Clo. Why, thou say'st well : I do now remember a saying, The fool doth think he is wife, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool, The Heathen philosopher, when he had a desire to eat a grape, would open his lips when he put it into his mouth ; meaning thereby, that grapes were made to eat, and lips to open. You do love this maid?
Will, I do, Sir.
Clo. Then learn this of me; to have, is to have. For it is a figure in rhetoric, that drink being poured out of a cup into a glass, by filling the one doth empty the c
ther. For all your writers do consent, that ipfe is he: now you are not ipfe; for I am he.
Will. Which he, Sir ?
Clo. He, Sir, that must marry this woman; therefore you, Clown, 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 perihest; or, to thy better understanding, dieft; or, to wit, I kill thee, make thee away, translate thy life into death, thy liberty into bondage; I will deal in poison with thee, or in baftinado, or in steel; I will bandy with thee in faction; I will over-run thee with policy ; I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways; therefore tremble and depart.
Aud. Do, good William.
[Exit. Enter Corin. Çor. Our master and mistress seek you ; come away, away. Clo. Trip, Audrey ; trip, Audrey; I attend, I attend.
SC EN E II. Enter Orlando' and Oliver.
Orla. Is't poflible, that on so little acquaintance you Thould like her? that, but feeing, you should love her ? and loving, woo? and wooing, the should grant ? and will you perfevere to enjoy her ?
oli. Neither call the giddiness of it in question, the poverty of her, the small acquaintance, my suddere 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 Rowland's, will I estate upon you, and here live and die a shepherd.
Enter Rosalind. Orla. You have my consent. Let your wedding be to-morrow ; thither will I invite the Duke, and all bis contented followers ; go you, and prepare Aliena ; for, Look you, here comes niy Rosalind,