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Into a Bush, under whofe Bushes shade
Cel. O I have heard him speak of that fame Brother,
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 fuck'd and hungry Lioness :
Oli. Twice did he turn his Back, and purpos'd fo;
Cel. Are you his Brother?
Oli. 'Twas I ; but ’ris not I; I do not shame
Ros. But for the bloody Napkin?
Oli. By and by. When from the first to laft, betwixt us two, Tears our recountments had most kindly bath’d, As how I came into that defart Place. In brief, he led me to the gentle Duke, Who gave me fresh Array and Entertainment, Committing me unto my Brother's Love, Who led me instantly unto his Cave, There ftrip'd himself, and here upon his Arm The Lioness 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,
Cel. Why, how now Ganimed, sweet Ganimed?
thither. I pray you take him by the Arm.
Oli. Be of good cheer, Youth; you a Man? You lack a Man's Heart.
Ros; I do so, I confess it. Ah, Sirra, a body would think this was well counterfeited, I pray you tell your Brother how well I counterfeited: Heigh-ho.
Oli. This was not coupterfeit, there is too great Testimony in your Complexion, that it was pallion of Earneft.
Rof. Counterfeit, I assure you.
Oli. Well then, take a good heart, and counterfeit to be a Man.
Ros, 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, Rosalinda
Ros. I shall devise something ; but I pray you commend my counterfeiting to him: Will you go? [Examni.
ACT A CT V. SCENEI.
SCENE the Forest.
Enter Clown and Audrey, Clo. E shall find a time, Andrey; patience, gentle
And, Faith the Priest was good enough, for all the old Gentleman's saying: Clo. A most wicked Sir Oliver, Andrey, a most vile Mar
But Andrey, 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 flouring; we cannot hold.
Will. Good Ev'n, Audrey.
Clo. Good Ev'n, gentle Friend. Cover thy Head, cover thy Head; nay, prethee be coverd. How old are you, Friend?
Will. Five and twenty, Sir.
Clo. Thank God: A good answer:
Will. 'Faith, Sir, ro, 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 fay'st well : I do now remember a Saya ing, 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
Will. I do, Sir.
Clo. Then learn this of me; To have, is to have. For it is a Figure in Rhetorick, that Drink being poured out of Cup into a Glass, by filling the one doth empty the other. For all your Writers do consent, that ipse 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 perishest; or to thy better Understanding, diest; or, to wit, I kill thee, make thee away, translate thy Life into Death, thy Liberty into Bondage; I will deal in Poyfon with thee, or in Bastinado, or in Steel; I will bandy with thee in Fa&ion, I will o'errun thee with Policy, I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways; therefore tremble and depart.
Aud. Do, good William.
you; come away, away.
Clo. Trip Audrey, trip Audrey; I attend,
[Exeunt. SCENE II.
Enter Orlando and Oliver. Orla. Is't possible, that on so little Acquaintance you should like her? That, but seeing, you should love her? And loving, woo? and wooing, The Mould grant? And will you persevere to enjoy her?
Oli. Neither call the Giddiness of it in question, the Poverty of her, the small Acquaintance, my sudden Wooing, VOL. II.
nor her sudden consenting; but fay with me, I love Aliena; say with her, that she loves me; consent with both, thar we may enjoy each other; it shall be to your good: Form 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.
and prepare Aliena; for look you, Here comes my Rosalind.
Roj. God save you, Brother.
Ros. Oh my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to see thee wear thy Heart in a Scarf.
Orla. It is my Arm. Ros. 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 fwound, when he shew'd me your Handkerchief?
Orla. Ay, and greater Wonders than that.
Rof. O, I know where you are : Nay, 'tis true : There was never any thing so fudden, but the Fight of two Rams, and Casar's Thrasonical Brag, of, I came, faw, and overcame: For your Brother, and my Sister, no sooner met, but they look’d; no sooner look'd, but they lov'd; no sooner lov’d, but they fighd; no sooner sigh’d, but they ask'd one another the Reason; no sooner knew the Reason, but they fought the Remedy; and in these Degrees have they made a Pair of Stairs 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 shall be married to Morrow; and I will bid the Duke to the Nuptial. But o, how bitter a thing it is to look into Happiness through another Man's Eyes; by so much the more shall I to Morrow be at the Height of HeartHeavines, by how much I shall think my Brother happy, in having what he wilhes for.