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c. To fall in love with him ; but, for my part. c. I love him not, nor hate him not; and yet 66 I have more cause to hate him than to love him; << For what had he to do to chide at me? “ He said, mine eyes were black, and my hair black : « And, now I am remembred, scorn'd at me? “ I marvel, why I answer'd not again ; « But that's all one; omittance is no quittance. I'll write to him a very taunting letter, And thou shalt bear it; wilt thou, Silvius?

Sil. Pbebe, with all my heart.

Pbe. I'll write it straight;
The matter's in my head, and in my heart,
I will be bitter with him, and passing short:
Go with me, Silvius.

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I Pry thee, pretty youth, let me be better acquainted

with thee.
Rof. They say, you are a melancholy fellow.
Jaq. I am so; I do love it better than laughing.

Rof. Those, that are in extremity of either, are abominable fellows; and betray themselves to every modern censure, worse than drunkards.

Jaq. Why, 'tis good to be fad, and say nothing.
Rof. Why then, 'tis good to be a post.

Jaq. I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation ; nor the musician's, which is fantastical ; nor the courtier's, which is proud; nor the soldier's,

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which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, which is politick; nor the lady's, which is nice; nor the lover's, which is all these; but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and, indeed, the fundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a moft humorous sadness

Ros. A traveller ! by my faith, you have great reafon to be fad: I fear, you have sold your own lands to see other mens; then, to have seen much, and to have nothing, is to have rich eyes and poor hands.

, Jaq. Yes, I have gain’d me experience.

Enter Orlando. Rof. And your experience makes you fad: I had rather have a fool to make me merry, than experience to make me fad, and to travel for it too.

Orla. Good day and happiness, dear Rosalind!

Jaq. Nay, then God b’w'y you, an you talk in blank verse,

[Exit, SCE N E II. ROS - Farewel, monsieur traveller ; look, you “ lilp, and wear strange suits ; disable all the bene« fits of your own Country; be out of love with

your nativity, and almost chide God for making " you that countenance you are; or I will scarce " think, you have swam in a Gondola. Why, how “ now, Orlando, where have you been all this while ? “ You a lover? an you serve me such another trick,

never come in my sight more.

Orla. My fair Rosalind, I come within an hour of my promise.

ROS. “ Break an hour's promise in love! he that - will divide a minute into a thousand parts, and “ break but a part of the thousandth part of a mi"Sinute in the affairs of love, it may be laid of him,

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Orla. Pardon me, dear Rosalind.

Rof. Nay, an you be fo tardy, come no more in my sight: I had as lief be woo'd of a snail.

Orla. Of a snail?
Rof. “ Ay, of a fnail; for tho' he comes Nowly,

he carries his house on his head : a better jointure, “ I think, than you make a woman; besides, he “ brings his destiny with him.

Orla. What's that?

Ros: Why, horns; which such as you are fain “ to be beholden to your wives for; but he comes “ armed in his fortune, and prevents the Nander of “ his wife.

Orla. Virtue is no horn-maker; and my Rosalind is virtuous,

Ros. And I am your Rosalind.

Cel. It pleases him to call you fo; but he hath a Rosalind of a better leer than you.

Rof. Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in a holyday humour, and like enough to consent: what would you say to me now, an I were your very, very Rosalind?

Orla. I would kiss, before I spoke.

Rof. Nay, you were better speak first, and when you were gravelled for lack of matter, you might take occasion to kiss. Very good orators, when they are out, they will spit; and for lovers lacking, God warn us, matter, the cleanlieft shift is to kiss.

Orla. How if the kiss be denied ?

Rof. Then she puts you to entreaty, and there begins new matter.

Orla. Who could be out, being before his beloved mistress ?

Ros. Marry, that should you, if I were your mistress; or I should think my honesty ranker than my wit.

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shall be the priest, and AS YOU LIKE IT. Orla. What, of my suit ?

Ros. Not out of your apparel, and yet out of your suit. "Am not I your Rosalind ?

Orla. I take some joy to say, you are; because I would be talking of her.

Rof. Well, in her person, I say, I will not have you. Orla. Then in mine own person I die.

RoS No, faith, die by attorney ; the poor world is almost fix thousand years old, and in all this time there was not any man died in his own person, videlicet, in a love-cause: Troilus had his brains dalh'd out with a Grecian club, yet he did what he could to die before, and he is one of the patterns of love

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tho' Hero had turn'd nun, if it had not been for a hot midiummer night; for, good youth, he went but forth to wash in the Hellefpont, and, being taken with the cramp, was drown'd; and 'the foolish chroniclers of that age found it was, -Hero of Seftos. But these are all lies; men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.

Orla. I would not have my right Rosalind of this mind ; for 1 protest, her frown might kill me.

Rof. By this hand, it will not kill a flie; but come; now I will be your Rosalind in a more coming-on disposition ; and ask me what you will, I will grant it

. Orla. Then love me, Rosalind.

Ros. Yes, faith, will I, Fridays and Saturdays, and all.

Orla. And wilt thou have me?
Rof. Ay, and twenty fuch.
Orla. What say'st thou?"
Rof. Are you not good ?
Orla. I hope fo.
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marry us. Give me your hand, Orlando ; what do you say, Sister?

Orla. Pray thee, marry us.
Cel. I cannot say the words.
Rof. You must begin,— Will you, Orlando-
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. Go to; will you, Orlando, have to wife this Rosalind?

Orla. I will.
Rof. Ay, but when ?
Orla. Why now, as fast as she can marry us.

Ros. Then you must say, I take thee Rosalind for wife.

Orla. I take thee Rosalind for wife.

Ros. I might ask you for your commission, but I do take thee Orlando for my husband : there's a girl goes before the priest, and certainly a woman's thought runs before her actions.

Orla. So do all thoughts; they are wing’d.

Rof. Now tell me, how long would you have her, after

you have poffeft her. Orla. For ever and a day. Rof. Say a day, without the ever: no, no, Orlando, men are April when they woo, December

when they wed: maids are May when they are smaids, but the sky changes when they are wives; ! I will be more jealous of thee than a Barbary cock

pidgeon over his hen; more clamorous than a parrot • against rain; more new-fangled than an ape; more

giddy in my desires than a monkey; I will weep • for nothing, like Diana in the fountain; and I will • do that, when you are dispos'd to be merry; I will

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Orla. But will my Rosalind do so?
Rof. By my life, she will do as I do.
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Orla.

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