Enter SILVIUS. SIL. My errand is to you, fair youth ; My gentle Phebe bid me give you this: [Giving a letter. By the ftern brow, and wafpifh action Ros. Patience herfelf would ftartle at this letter, Why writes fhe fo to me?-Well, fhepherd, well, SIL. No, I proteft, I know not the contents; Ros. Come, come, you are a fool, And turn'd into the extremity of love. I faw her hand: fhe has a leathern hand, A freeftone-colour'd hand; I verily did think That her old gloves were on, but 'twas her hands; This is a man's invention, and his hand, Ros. Why, 'tis a boisterous and a cruel stile, Than in their countenance :-Will you hear the letter? SIL. So please you, for I never heard it yet; Yet heard too much of Phebe's cruelty. Ros. She Phebes me: Mark how the tyrant writes. Art thou the god to fhepherd turn'd, That a maiden's heart hath burn'd? Can a woman rail thus ? SIL. Call you this railing? Ros. Why, thy godhead laid apart, Warr'ft thou with a woman's heart? Whiles the eye of man did woo me, Meaning me a beast. If the fcorn of your bright eyne ; And by him feal up thy mind, SIL. Call you this chiding? CEL. Alas, poor shepherd! [Reads. Ros. Do you pity him? no, he deferves no pity.— Wilt thou love fuch 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 fnake,) and fay this to her;That if she love me, I charge her to love thee if the will not, I will never have her, unless thou entreat for her. If you be a true lover, hence, and not a word; for here comes more company. [Exit SILVIUS. Enter OLIVER. OLI. Good-morrow, fair ones: Pray you, if you know Where, in the purlieus of this forest, stands A fheep-cote, fenc'd about with olive-trees? CEL. Weft of this place, down in the neighbour bottom, The rank of ofiers, by the murmuring ftream, Left on your right hand, brings you to the place; OLI. If that an eye may profit by a tongue, And browner than her brother. Are not you Ros. I am: What must we understand by this? CEL. I pray you, tell it. OLI. When last the young Orlando parted from He left a promise to return again Within an hour; and, pacing through the foreft, you, Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy, And, mark, what object did present itself! A wretched ragged man, o'ergrown with hair, A green and gilded fnake had wreath'd itself, And with indented glides did flip away A lionefs, with udders all drawn dry, Lay couching, head on ground, with catlike watch, To prey on nothing that doth feem as dead: This feen, Orlando did approach the man, And found it was his brother, his elder brother. CEL. O, I have heard him speak of that fame brother; And he did render him the most unnatural That liv'd 'mongst men. OLI, And well he might fo do, For well I know he was unnatural. Ros. But, to Orlando ;-Did he leave him there, Food to the fuck'd and hungry lionefs? OLI. Twice did he turn his back, and purpos'd fo : But kindness, nobler ever than revenge, And nature, ftronger than his juft occafion, Who quickly fell before him; in which hurtling From miferable flumber I awak'd. CEL. Are you his brother? Ros. Was it you he rescu'd? CEL. Was't you that did so oft contrive to kill him? OLI. 'Twas I; but 'tis not I: I do not fhame OLI. By, and by. When from the first to last, betwixt us two, Tears our recountments had most kindly bath'd, his arm Which all this while had bled; and now he fainted, Brief, I recover'd him; bound up his wound; To tell this story, that you might excuse His broken promife, and to give this napkin, CEL. Why, how now, Ganymede? fweet Ganymede ? [ROSALIND faints. OLI. Many will fwoon when they do look on blood. CEL. There is more in it :-Coufin-Ganymede! OLI. Look, he recovers. Ros. I would, I were at home. CEL. We'll lead you thither. |