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Cel. I warrant you, with pure love and troubled brain, he hath ta'en his bow and arrows, and is gone forth to sleep: look, who comes here.
Rof. Patience herself would startle at this letter,
Sil. No, I proteft, I know not the contents ;
Ros. Come, come, you're a fool,
Sil. Sure, it is hers.
Rof. Why, 'tis a boisterous and a cruel file,
Sil. So please you, for I never heard it yet ;
(Reads.] Art thou God to fhepherd turn'd;
Rof. [Reads.) Why, thy Godhead laid apart,
Whiles the eye of man did woo me,
That could do no vengeance
If the fcorn of your bright eyne
chid I did love ;
And then I'll Audy how to die.
Ros. Do you pity him? no, he deserves no pity : wilt thou love such a woman? what, to make thee an inftrument, 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 the “ will not, I will never have her, unless thou entreat for « her.” If
you a true lover, hence, and not a word; for here comes more company.
Enter Oliver. Oli. Good-morrow, fair ones : pray you, if you know,
Where, in the purlews of this foreft, stands
Oli. If that an eye may profit by a tongue,
Cel. It is no boast, being ask'd, to say, we are.
Oli. Orlando doth commend him to you both,
Ref. 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 flain'd.
Cel. I pray you, tell it.
Oli. When laft the young Orlando parted from you, He left a promise to return again Within an hour; and pacing through the foreft, Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy, Lo, what befel ! he threw his eye aside, And mark what object did present itself. Under an oak, whose boughs were moss’d with age, And high-top bald with dry antiquity; A wretched ragged man, o'er-grown with hair, Lay sleeping on his back ; about his neck A green and gilded snake had wreath'd itself, Who with her head, nimble in threats, approach'd The opening of his mouth, but suddenly Seeing Orlando, it unlink'd itself, And with indented glides did slip away Into a bulh; under which bush's shade
A Lioness, with udders all drawn dry,
Cel. O, I have heard him speak of that same brother,
Oli. And well he might so do; For, well I know, he was unnatural.
Rof. But, to Orlando ; did he leave him there,
Oli. Twice did he turn his back, and purpos'd so :
his brother? Ros. Was it you he rescu'd? Cel. Was it you that did so oft contrive to kill him?
Oli. 'Twas I ; but 'tis not I; I do not shame To tell
you what I was, fince my conversion So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am.
Ref. But, for the bloody napkin!
Oli. By, and by.
And, after some small space, being strong at heart,
Cel. We'll lead you thither.
Oli. Be of good cheer, youth'; you a man? you lack a man's heart.
Rof. I do so, I confess it. Ah, Sir, a body would think, this was well counterfeited. I pray you, tell your brother how well I coupterfeited: heigh ho!
Oli. This was not counterfeit, there is too great testimony in your complexion, that it was a passion of carnest.
Ros. Counterfeit, I assure you.
Rof. So I do: but, i' faith, I fhould 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 must bear answer back, How you excuse my brother, Rosalind.
RoM I fall devise something; but, I pray you commend my counterfeiting to him: will you goi [Exeunt.
be a man