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Or else by him my love deny,
And then I'll study how to die.
. Do you pity him? no, he deserves no pity: wilt thou love such a woman? what, to make thee an instrument, and play false strains upon thee? not to be endured! well, go your way to her, for, I fee, love hath made thee a tame snake, and say this to her; that, if she love me, I charge her to love thee: if she will not, I will never have her, unless thou entreat for her.
be a true lover, hence, and not a word; for here comes more company.
Oli. Good morrow, fair ones: pray you, if you know,
Cel. West of this place down in the neighbour bottom,
Oli. If that an eye may profit by a tongue,
. It is no boast, being ask'd, to say, we are.
Rof. 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,
Cel. O, I have heard him speak of that same brother;
Oli. And well he might so do;
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 fo: But kindness, nobler ever than revenge,
And nature, stronger than his just occasion,
Cel. Are you his brother?
Oli. 'Twas I ; but 'tis not I; I do not shame
Rof. But, for the bloody napkin?
Oli. By and by
. Why, how now, Ganimed, sweet Ganimed? [Ros. faints. Oli
. Many will swoon when they do look on blood.
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, fir, 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 should have been a woman by right.
Cel. Come, you look paler and paler; pray you, draw homewards: good fir, go with us.
Oli. That will I; for I must bear answer back
. I shall devise something; but, I pray you, commend my counterfeiting to him: will you go?
Enter Clown, and Audrey.
Aud. 'Faith, the priest was good enough, for all the old gentleman's saying,
Clo. A most wicked fir 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 the world: here comes the man you mean.
troth, we that have good wits have much to answer for. we shall be flouting; we cannot hold.
Will. Good ev'n, Audrey.
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.
. So so 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.
. Why, thou say'st well: I do now remember a saying;
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, fir.
Clo. Then learn this of me: to have, is to have. For it is a figure in rhetorick, that drink,being poured out of acup into a glass, by filling the one doth 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
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