be to your Good; for my father's house, and all the revenue that was old Sir Rowland's, will I eftate upon you, and here live and die a shepherd.

Enter Rofalind.

Orla. You have my confent. Let your wedding be to-morrow; thither will I invite the Duke, and all his contented followers: go you, and prepare Aliena; for, look you, here comes my Rofalind.

Rof. God fave you, brother.

Oli. And you, fair sister.

Rof. Oh, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to fee thee wear thy heart in a scarf.

Orla. It is my arm.

Rof. I thought, thy heart had been wounded with the claws of a lion.

Orla. Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady. Rof. Did your brother tell you how I counterfeited to fwoon, when he fhew'd me your handkerchief?. Orla. Ay, and greater wonders than that.

my

Rof. O, I know where you are: nay, 'tis true: there was never any thing fo fudden, but the fight of two rams, and Cæfar's thrafonical brag of, I came, faw, and overcame : for your brother and fifter no fooner met, but they look'd; no fooner look'd, but they lov'd; no fooner lov'd, but they figh'd; no fooner figh'd, but they ask'd one another the reason; no fooner knew the reafon, but they fought the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a pair of ftairs to marriage, which they will climb incontinent, or else be incontinent before marriage; they are in the very wrath of love, and they will together. Clubs cannot part them.

Orla. They fhall be married to-morrow; and I will bid the Duke to the Nupital. But, O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes! by fo much the more fhall I to-morrow be at the height of heart-heavinefs, by how much I fhall

I fhall think my brother happy, in having what he wishes for.

Rof. Why, then to-morrow I cannot serve your turn for Rofalind?

Orla. I can live no longer by thinking.

Rof. I will weary you then no longer with idle talking. Know of me then, for now I speak to some purpose, that I know, you are a gentleman of good conceit, I speak not this, that you should bear a good opinion of my knowledge; infomuch, I fay, I know what you are; neither do I labour for a greater efteem than may in fome little measure draw a belief from you to do yourself good, and not to grace me. Believe then, if you please, that I can do ftrange things; I have, fince I was three years old, converst with a magician, moft profound in his Art, and yet not damnable. If you do love Rofalind so near the heart, as your gefture cries it out, when your brother marries Aliena, you fhall marry her. I know into what straights of fortune fhe is driven, and it is not impoffible to me, if it appear not inconvenient to you, to fet her before your eyes to-morrow; human as fhe is, and without any danger.

Orla. Speak'ft thou in fober meanings?

Rof. By my life, I do; * which I tender dearly, tho' I fay, I am a magician: therefore, put you on your best array; bid your friends, for if you will be married to-morrow, you fhall; and to Rofalind, if you will.

SCENE III.

Enter Silvius and Phebe.

Look, here comes a lover of mine, and a lover of hers.

*which I tender dearly, tho' I fay, I am a magician:] Hence it appears this was written in James's Time, when there was a fevere Inquifition after Witches and Magicians.

Phebe.

Phebe. Youth, you have done me much ungentle

nefs,

To fhew the letter that I writ to you.

Rof. I care not, if I have: it is my study To feem defpightful and ungentle to you: You are there follow'd by a faithful shepherd; Look upon him, love him; he worships you. Phe. Good fhepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love.

Sil. It is to be made all of fighs and tears, And fo am I for Phebe.

Phe. And I for Ganimed.

Orla. And I for Rofalind.

Rof. And I for no woman.

Sil. It is to be made all of faith and service; And fo am I for Phebe.

Phe. And I for Ganimed.

Orla. And I for Rofalind.

Rof. And I for no woman.

Sil. It is to be all made of fantasy,

All made of paffion, and all made of wishes,

All adoration, duty and obfervance,

All humblenefs, all patience, and impatience,
All purity, all trial, all observance;

And fo am I for Phebe.

Phe. And fo am I for Ganimed.

Orla. And fo am I for Rofalind.

Rof. And for am I for no woman.

Phe. If this be fo, why blame you me to love you?

[To Rof. Sil. If this be fo, why blame you me to love you? [To Phe. Orla. If this be fo, why blame you me to love you? Rof. Who do you speak to, why blame you me to love you?

Orla. To her that is not here, nor doth not hear? Rof. Pray you, no more of this; 'tis like the howling of Irish wolves against the moon; I will help you VOL. III.

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if

if I

can; I would love you, if I could: to-morrow meet me all together; I will marry you, if ever I marry woman, and I'll be married to-morrow; [To Phebe.] I will fatisfy you, if ever I fatisfy'd man, and you shall be married to-morrow; [To Orl.] I will content you, if, what pleafes you, contents you; and fhall be married to-morrow. [To Sil.] As you love Rofalind, meet; as you love Phebe, meet; and as I love no woman, I'll meet. So fare you well; I have left you commands. Sil. I'll not fail, if I live. Phe. Nor J.

you

Orla. Nor I.

SCENE IV.

Enter Clown and Audrey.

[Exeunt.

Clo. morrow will we be married."

O-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey: to

Aud. I do defire it with all my heart; and, I hope, it is no dishonest defire, to desire to be a woman of the world. Here come two of the banifh'd Duke's pages.

Enter two pages.

1 Page. Well met, honeft gentleman.

Clo. By my troth, well met: come, fit, fit, and a Song.

2 Page. We are for you, fit i'th' middle. 1 Page. Shall we clap into't roundly, without hawking, or fpitting, or saying we are hoarfe, which are the only prologues to a bad voice?

2 Page. Ï'faith, i'faith, and both in a tune, like two Gypfies on a horse.

SONG.

It was a lover and his lafs,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o'er the green corn-field did pass

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In the Spring time; the pretty spring time,
When birds do fing, hey ding a ding, ding,
Sweet lovers love the spring.

And therefore take the present time,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino;
For love is crowned with the prime,
In the fpring time, &c.

Between the acres of the rye,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
Thefe pretty country-folks would lie,
In the fpring time, &c.

The Carrol they began that hour,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
How that a life was but a flower,

In the fpring time, &c.

Clo. Truly, young gentleman, though there was no great matter in the ditty, yet the note was very untimeable.

1 Page. You are deceiv'd, Sir, we kept time, we loft not our time.

Clo. By my troth, yes: I count it but time loft to hear such a foolish Song. God b'w'y you, and God mend your voices. Come, Audrey.

SCENE V.

Changes to another Part of the Forest.

[Exeunt.

Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, Jaques, Orlando, Oliver,

Duke, Sen. D

and Celia...

OST thou believe, Orlando, that the

boy

Can do all this that he hath promised?

Orla. I fometimes do believe, and fometimes do

not;