Into a Bush, under whofe Bushes fhade

A Lionefs, with Udders all drawn dry,

Lay couching Head on Ground, with Catlike watch
When that the fleeping Man fhould stir; for 'tis
The Royal Difpofition of that Beast

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. OI have heard him fpeak of that fame Brother, And he did render him the most unnatural,

That liv'd amongst Men.

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;

But Kindness nobler ever than Revenge,

And Nature ftronger than his juft Occafion,

Made him give Battel to the Lioness,

Who quickly fell before him, in which hurtling
From miferable Slumber I awak'd.

Cel. Are you his Brother?

Rof. Was't you he rescu'd?

Cel. Was't you that did fo oft contrive to kill him? Oli. 'Twas I; but 'tis not I; I do not fhame To tell you what I was, fince my Converfion So fweetly taftes, being the thing I am. Rof. But for the bloody Napkin ?

Oli. By and by.

When from the firft to laft, betwixt us two,
Tears our recountments had moft 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 inftantly unto his Cave,

There ftrip'd himself, and here upon his Arm

The Lionefs had torn fome Flesh away,.

Which all this while had bled; and now he fainted,

And cry'd in fainting upon Rofalind.

Brief, I recover'd him, bound up his Wound,
And after fome small space, being strong at Heart,
He fent me hither, Stranger as I am,

To tell this Story, that you might excufe
His broken Promife, and to give this Napkin,
Dy'd in his Blood, unto the Shepherd Youth,
That he in fport doth call his Rofalind.

I

Cel. Why, how now Ganimed, fweet Ganimed?
Oli, Many will fwoon when they do look on Blood.
Cet. There is no more in it: Coufin Ganimed!
Oli. Look, he recovers.

Rof. I would I were at home.

Cel. We'll lead you thither.

pray you take him by the Arm.

Oli. Be of good cheer, Youth; you a Man? You lack a Man's Heart.

Rof, I do fo, I confefs 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 counterfeit, there is too great Testimony in your Complexion, that it was paffion of Earneft. Rof. Counterfeit, I affure 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 Sir, go with us.

Oli. That will I; for I muft bear answer back.

How you excuse my Brother, Rofalind.

Rof. I fhall devife fomething; but I pray you commend my counterfeiting to him: Will you go?

[Exeunt.

ACT

ACT V. SCENE I.

SCENE the Foreft.

Enter Clown and Audrey.

E fhall find a time, Audrey; patience, gentle

Clo. WE Audrey.

And. Faith the Prieft was good enough, for all the old Gentleman's faying.

Clo. A moft wicked Sir Oliver, Audrey, a most vile Martext. But Audrey, there is a Youth here in the Forest lays claim to you.

Aud. Ay, I know who 'tis ; he hath no Intereft in me in the World; here comes the Man you mean.

Enter William.

Clo. It is Meat and Drink to me to fee a Clown; by my troth, we that have good Wits have much to answer for: we fhall be flouting; we cannot hold.

Will. Good Ev❜n, Audrey.

And. God ye good Ev'n, William.
Will. And good Ev'n to you, Sir.

Clo. Good Ev'n, gentle Friend. Cover thy Head, cover thy Head; nay, prethee be cover'd. How old are you, Friend?

Will. Five and twenty, Sir.

Clo. A ripe Age: Is thy Name William?

Will. William, Sir.

Clo. A fair Name. Was't born i'th' Foreft here?

Will. Ay, Sir, I thank God.

Clo. Thank God: A good answer:

Art Rich?

Will. 'Faith, Sir, fo, fo.

Clo. So, fo, is good, very good, very excellent good; and yet it is not; it is but fo, fo.

Art thou wife?

Will. Ay, Sir, I have a pretty Wit.

Clo. Why, thou fay'ft well: I do now remember a Say ing, The Fool doth think he is wife, but the Wife Man knows himself to be a Fool. The Heathen Philofopher,

when

when he had a Defire to eat a Grape, would 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, Sir.

Clo. Give me your Hand: Art thou learned?
Will. No, 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 a Cup into a Glafs, by filling the one doth empty the other. For all your Writers do confent, that ipfe is he: Now you are not ipfe; for I am he.

Will. Which he, Sir?

Clo. He, Sir, that muft 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 perifheft; or to thy better Understanding, dieft; or, to wit, I kill thee, make thee away, tranflate thy Life into Death, thy Liberty into Bondage; I will deal in Poyfon with thee, or in Baftinado, or in Steel; I will bandy with thee in Faction, I will o'errun thee with Policy, I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways; therefore tremble and depart.

Aud. Do, good William.

Will. God reft you merry, Sir.

Enter Corin.

[Exit.

Cor. Our Mafter and Mistress feek you; come away, a

way.

Clo. Trip Audrey, trip Audrey; I attend,

I attend.

SCENE

[Exeunt.

II.

Enter Orlando and Oliver.

Orla. Is't poffible, that on fo little Acquaintance you fhould like her? That, but feeing, you should love her? And loving, woo? and wooing, the should grant? And will you perfevere to enjoy her?

Oli. Neither call the Giddinefs of it in queftion, the Poverty of her, the fmall Acquaintance, my fudden Wooing, VOL. II.

nor

nor her fudden confenting; but fay with me, I love Aliena; fay with her, that the loves me; confent with both, that we may enjoy each other; it fhall be to your good: For my Father's Houfe, and all the Revenue, that was old Sir Rowland's, will I eftate upon you, and here live and die a Shepherd.

Enter Rofalind..

Orla. You have my Confent.

Let your Wedding be to Morrow; thither will I
Invite the Duke, and all's contented Followers:
Go you, and prepare Aliena; for look you,

Here comes my Rofalind.

Rof. God fave you, Brother.

Orla. And you, fair Sifter.

Rof. Oh my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to fee thee wear thy Heart in a Scarf.

Orla. It is my Arm.

Rof. 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 fhew'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 fo fudden, but the Fight of two Rams, and Cafar's Thrafonical Brag, of, I came, faw, and overcame: For your Brother, and my Sifter, no fooner met, but they look'd; no fooner look'd, but they lov'd; no fooner lov'd, but they figh'd; no fooner figh'd, but they ask'd one another the Reason; no fooner knew the Reafon, but they fought the Remedy; and in these Degrees have they made a Pair of Stairs to Marriage, which they will climb incontinent, or elfe be incontinent before Marriage; they they are in the very Wrath of Love, and they will together. Clubs cannot part them.

Orla. They fhall 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 fo much the more fhall I to Morrow be at the Height of HeartHeavinef, by how much I fhall think my Brother happy, in having what he wishes for.

Rof.