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

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

Ros. I am; what must we understand by this ?

Oli. Some of my Shame, 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 promise 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 eye 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'er-grown 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 flip 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 should ftir; for 'tis The royal disposition of that beast To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead: This seen, Orlando did approach the man, And found it was his brother, his eldest brother.

Cel. O, I have heard him fpeak of that same brother, And he did render him the most unnatural That liv'd’mongst men.

Oli. And well he might so do ; For, well I know, he was unnatural,

Rof.

Rof. But, to Orlando ; did he leave him there, Food to the fuck'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 battel 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

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

Ref. 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 led me to the gentle Duke, Who gave me frelh array and entertainment, Committing me unto my brother's love; Who led me instantly unto his cave, There strip'd himself, and here upon his arm The lionels had torn some flesh away, Which all this while had bled ; and now he fainted, And cry'd, in fainting, upon Rosalind. Brief, I recover'd him; bound up his wound; And, after some 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 Ganimed, Sweet, Ganimed?

[Ros. faints. Oli. Many will swoon, when they do look on blood. * burtling. Skirmishing.

Mr. Pope.

Cel.

Cel. There is more in it:-cousin Ganimed!
Oli. Look, he recovers.
Rof. 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 ch er, 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 passion of earnest.

Rof. Counterfeit, I assure you.

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

Rof. So I do: but, i' faith, I fhould 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 shall devise something; but, I pray you commend my counterfeiting to him: will you go?

[Exeunt.

A CT V.

S CE N E I.

The FOREST.
Enter Clown and Audrcy.

CLOWN.
E shall find a time, Audrey; patience, gentle

Audrey.
Aud. Faith, the Priest was good enough, for all
the old gentleman's saying.
Clo. A most wicked Sir Oliver, Audrey; a most

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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 flouting; 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.
Clo. 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, fo, 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 wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. The heathen philosopher, when he had a desire to eat a grape,

would

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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

empty the other. For all your writers do consent, that ipfe is he: now you are not ipse; 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 perifheft; 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 bastinado, or in steel; I will bandy withi 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 reft you merry,

Sir.

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

(Exeunt.

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Enter Orlando and Oliver. Orla. S'T pollible, that on so little acquaintance you

like her? thatbut should love her? and loving, woo ? and wooing, she should grant? and will you persevere to enjoy her ?

Oli. Neither call the giddiness ofit 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; con sent with both, that we may enjoy each other; it shal

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