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And with indented glides did flip away
Cel. O, I have heard him speak of that same brother,
Oli. And well he might fo do ;.
Rcf. But, to Orlando; did he leave him there,
Oli. Twice did he turn his back, and purpos'd fo;
Cel. Are you his brothert
Oli. 'Twas I ; but 'tis not 1; I do not shane
Ref. But, for the bloody napkin?
oli. By, and by
gave me fresh array and entertainment,
And cry'd, in fainting, upon Rosalind
Cel. We'll lead you thither.
Oli. 'Be of good cheer, youth; you a man i you lack & 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 counterfeited: heigh ho!
O'. This was not counterfeit, there is too great teftimony 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 Sir, go with us.
Oli. 'That will I; for I must bear answer back, How you excuse my brother, Rosalind.
Roj. I shall devise fomething ; but, I pray you commend my counterfeiting to him: will you go?
A CT V.
SCENE, the FOREST.
Clo. A mott wicked Sir Oliver, Audrey; a most vile Mar-text ! bat Audrey, there is a youth here in the foreft -lays claim to you.
Aud. Ay, I know who 'uis, he hath no interest in me in the world; here comes the man you mean.
Will. Good ev'n, Audrey.
. And good ev'n to you, Sir.
Will. Five and twenty, Sir.
Waft born i'th' forest here?
Clo. So, fo, is good, very good, very excellent good; and yet it is not; it is but to fo.' Art thou wise?
Will. Ay, Sir, I have a pretty wit.
Clo, Why, thou fay't well : I do now remember a Saying; the fool dotb think he is wife, but the wife man knows himself to be a foolThe heathen philosopher, when he had a desire 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. 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 glass, by filling the one doth empty the other. For all your writers do consent, that ipfe is he: now you are not ipfe : 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 boorish, is company, of this female; which in the common, is woman; which together is, abandon the society of this female ; or Clown, thou perisheft; or, to thy better underftanding, dieft; or, to wit, I kill thee, make thee away, translate thy life into death, thy liberty into bondage; I will deal in poison with thee, or in baftinado, or in steel; I will bandy with thee in faction; I will over-run thee with policy ; I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways ; therefore tremble and depart.
Aud. Do, good William.
(Exeunt. Enter Orlando and Oliver. Orla. Is't pollible, that on so little acquaintance you
should like her? that, but seeing, you should love her? and loving, woo? and wooing, the thould grant? and will you persevere to enjoy her?
Oli. Neither call the giddiness of it in question, the poverty of her, the small acquaintance, my sudden wooing, nor her fudden consenting; but fay with me, I love Aliena; say, with her, that he loves me : consent with both, that we may enjoy each other; it shall be to your Good; for my father's house, and all the revenue that was old. Sir Rowland's, will I estate upon you, and here live and die a shepherd.
Orla. You have my confent. Let your wedding be
here comes my Rosalind.
Rol: Oh, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to fee thee wear thy heart in a scarf.
Orla. It is my arm.
Rol. I thought, thy heart had been wounded with, the claws of a lion.
Orla: Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady.
your brother tell you how I counterfeited to fwoon, when he shew'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 so sudden; but the fight of two rams, and Cæsar's thrasonical brag of, I came, Jaw,, and overcame : for your brother and my fifter no fooner met, but they look'd; no sooner look’d, but they lov'd; no sooner lov'd, but they figh'd; no sooner figh’d, but they ask'd one another the reason ; no sooner knew the reason, but they fought the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage, which they will climb incontinent, or else be incontinent before marriage; they are in the