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fion to kifs. Very good orators, when they are out, they will fpit; and for lovers, lacking (God warn us!) matter, the cleanlieft shift is to kifs.

ORL. How if the kifs be denied?

Ros. Then she puts you to entreaty, and there begins

new matter.

ORL. 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.

ORL. What, of my fuit ?

Ros. Not out of your apparel, and yet out of your fuit. Am not I your Rofalind?

ORL. I take fome joy to fay you are, because I would be talking of her.

Ros. Well, in her perfon, I say-I will not have you. ORL. Then, in mine own perfon, 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 perfon, videlicet, in a love-caufe. Troilus had his brains dafh'd out with a Grecian club; yet he did what he could to die before; and he is one of the patterns of love. Leander, he would have lived many a fair year, though Hero had turn'd nun, if it had not been for a hot midfummer night: for, good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont, and, being taken with the cramp, was drown'd; and the foolish chroniclers of that age found it wasHero of Seftos. But these are all lies; men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.

ORL. I would not have my right Rofalind of this mind; for, I proteft, her frown might kill me.

Ros. By this hand, it will not kill a fly: But come, now I will be your Rofalind in a more coming-on difpofition; and ask me what you will, I will grant it. ORL. Then love me, Rosalind.

Ros. Yes, faith will I, fridays, and faturdays, and all. ORL. And wilt thou have me?

Ros. Ay, and twenty fuch.

ORL. What say'st thou?
Ros. Are you not good?
ORL. I hope fo.

Ros. Why then, can one defire too much of a good thing?-Come, fifter, you shall be the priest, and marry us.—Give me your hand, Orlando :—What do you say, fifter?

ORL. Pray thee, marry us.

CEL. I cannot fay the words.

Ros. You must begin,Will you, Orlando,

CEL. Go to

Rofalind?

ORL. I will.

Will you, Orlando, have to wife this

Ros. Ay, but when?

ORL. Why now; as faft as fhe can marry us.

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

ORL. I take thee, Rofalind, for wife.

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

ORL. So do all thoughts; they are wing'd.

Ros. Now tell me, how long you would have her, af ter you have poffefs'd her.

ORL. For ever, and a day.

Ros. 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 maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. I will be more jealous of thee than a Barbary cock-pigeon over his hen; more clamorous than a parrot against rain; more new-fangled than an ape; more giddy in my defires than a monkey: I will weep for nothing, like Diana in the fountain, and I will do that when you are difpos'd to be merry; I will laugh like a hyen, and that when thou art inclined to sleep.

ORL. But will my Rofalind do fo?

Ros. By my life, fhe will do as I do.
ORL. O, but fhe is wife.

Ros. Or elfe fhe could not have the wit to do this: the wifer, the waywarder: Make the doors upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the casement; fhut that, and 'twill out at the key-hole; ftop that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney.

ORL. A man that had a wife with fuch a wit, he might fay,-Wit, whither wilt?

Ros. Nay, you might keep that check for it, till you met your wife's wit going to your neighbour's bed. ORL. And what wit could wit have to excufe that? Ros. Marry, to fay,-fhe came to feek you there. You shall never take her without her anfwer, unless you take her without her tongue. O, that woman that cannot make her fault her husband's occafion, let her never nurfe her child herself, for fhe will breed it like a fool.

ORL. For these two hours Rofalind, I will leave thee. Ros. Alas, dear love, I cannot lack thee two hours. ORL. I must attend the duke at dinner; by two o'clock I will be with thee again.

Ros. Ay, go your ways, go your ways;-I knew what you would prove; my friends told me as much, and I thought no less-that flattering tongue of yours won me :-'tis but one caft away, and fo,-come, death.Two o'clock is your hour?

ORL. Ay, fweet Rofalind.

Ros. By my troth, and in good earnest, and fo God mend me, and by all pretty oaths that are not dangerous, if you break one jot of your promife, or come one minute behind your hour, I will your hour, I will think you the most pathetical break-promise, and the most hollow lover, and the most unworthy of her you call Rofalind, that may be chofen out of the grofs band of the unfaithful: therefore beware my cenfure, and keep your promise.

ORL. With no less religion, than if thou wert indeed my Rofalind: So, adieu.

Ros. Well, time is the old juftice that examines all fuch offenders, and let time try: Adieu! [Exit ORLANDO. CEL. You have fimply mifus'd our fex in your loveprate; we must have your doublet and hofe pluck'd over your head, and fhow the world what the bird hath done to her own neft.

Ros. O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that thou didst know how many fathom deep I am in love! But it cannot be founded; my affection hath an unknown bottom, like the bay of Portugal.

CEL. Or rather, bottomlefs; that as fast as you pour affection in, it runs out.

Ros. No, that fame wicked baftard of Venus, that was begot of thought, conceiv'd of fpleen, and born of madnefs; that blind rafcally boy, that abufes every one's eyes, because his own are out, let him be judge, how deep I am in love :-I'll tell thee, Aliena, I cannot be out of

the fight of Orlando: I'll go find a fhadow, and figh till

he come.

CEL. And I'll fleep.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II. Another part of the Foreft.

Enter JAQUES and LORDS, in the habit of Foresters. 742. Which is he that kill'd the deer?

I LORD. Sir, it was I.

J42. Let's prefent him to the duke, like a Roman conqueror; and it would do well to fet the deer's horns upon his head, for a branch of victory :-Have you no fong, forefter, for this purpose?

2 LORD. Yes, fir.

F42. Sing it; 'tis no matter how it be in tune, so it make noife enough.

SONG.

1. What fhall be have, that kill'd the deer?

2. His leather fkin, and horns to wear.

1. Then fing him home:

Take thou no fcorn, to wear the horn ;
It was a creft ere thou waft born.

1. Thy father's father wore it ;
2. And thy father bore it :

All. The born, the horn, the lufty born,
Is not a thing to laugh to fcorn.

SCENE III. The Foreft.

Enter ROSALIND and CELIA.

The reft fhall bear this burden.

[Exeunt.

Ros. How say you now? Is it not past two o'clock? and here much Orlando!

CEL. I warrant you, with

pure love, and troubled brain,

he hath ta'en his bow and arrows, and is fleep: Look, who comes here.

gone forth-to

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