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VI.

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,

if

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-
The rank of osiers, by the marmuring stream, [tom,
Left on your right-hand, brings you to the place ;
But at this hour the house doth keep itself,
There's none within.

Oli. If that an eye may profit by a tongue,
Then should I know you by defcription,
Such garments, and such years : the boy is fair,
Of female favour, and bestows himself
Like a ripe sister : but the woman low,
And browner than her brother. Are not you
The owner of the house I did enquire for ?

Cel. It is no boast, being ask'd, to say, we are.

Oli. Oilando doth commend him to you both,
And to that youth he calls his Rosalind,
He sends his bloody napkin. Are you he ?

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:
But kindness, nobler ever than revenge,
And nature stronger than his just occasion,
Made him give battle to the lioness,
Who quickly fell before him ; in which hurtling,
From miserable slumber I awak'd.

Cel. Are you his brother ?
Rof. Was it you he rescu'd ?
Cel. Was it you that did so oft contrive to kill him?

Oli. 'Twas I; but 'tis not I; I do not shame
To tell

you
what I

my conversion So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am.

Rof. But for the bloody napkin ?

Oli. By, and by
When from the first to last, betwixt us two,
Tears our recountments had most kindly bath'd,
As how I came into that desart place ;
In brief, he lid me to the gentle Duke,
Who
gave

fresh

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.

was, since

me

Brief, I recover'd him; bound up his wound;
And, after fome small space, being strong at heart,
He sent me hither, stranger as I am,
To tell this story, that you might excuse
His broken promise ; and to give this napkin,
Dy'd in his blood, unto the shepherd youth,
That he in sport doth call his Rosalind.
Cel. Why, how now Ganymede, sweet, Ganymede?

[Rof. faints.
Oli. Many will swoon when they do look on blood.
Cel. There is more in it :-Cousin Ganymede !
Oli. Look, he recovers.
Rof. Would I were at home!
Gel. 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.

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

my

brother, Rosalind. | ROM. I fall devise something; but, I pray you, commmend my counterfeiting to him. Will you go?

[Exeunt.

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The forest.
Enter Clown and Audrey.
E shall find a time, Audrey ; patience,

gentle Audrey.

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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.
Aud. God ye good ev'n, William.
Will. And good ev’n to you, Sir.

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 ?
Will. William, Sir.
Clo. A fair name. Waft born i'th' forest here?
Will, Ay, Sir, I thank God.
Clo. Thank God : a good answer. Art rich?
Will. 'Faith, Sir, so, fo.

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, Give me your hand. Art thou learned ?
Will. No, 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

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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.
Will. God rest you merry, Sir.

[Exit. Enter Corin. Çor. Our master and mistress seek you ; come away, away. Clo. Trip, Audrey ; trip, Audrey; I attend, I attend.

[Exeunt.

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,

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