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Will. Good ev'n, Audrey.

Aud. 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, pr'ythee, be cover'd. How old are you, friend?

Will. Five and twenty, Sir.

Clo. A ripe age: Is thy name William

Will. William, Sir.

Cle. A fair name. Waft born i' th' foreft here ?
Will. Ay, Sir, I thank God.

Clo. Thank God: A good anfwer: 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 faying; the fool doth think he is wife, but the wife man knows himself to be a fool. (25) The heathen philoso pher, 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. do love this maid?

Will. I do, Sir.

Clo. Give me your hand: Art thou learned?

Will. No, Sir.

You

Clo. Then learn this of me; to have, is to have. For it is a figure in rhetorick, that drink being pour'd 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 must marry this woman, therefore

(25) The beatben philofopher, when be bad a defign to eat a grape.] This is certainly defign'd as a freer on the feveral trifling, infignificant, actions and fayings, recorded in the lives of the Philofopbers as things of great moment. We need only reflect upon what we meet with in Diogenes Laertius, to be of this opinion: Efpecially, when we obferve that it is introduced by one of their wife fayings that preordes it. Mr. Warburton.

you,

you, clown, abandon, which is in the vulgar, leave the fociety, which in the boorish, is company, of this female: which in the common, is woman; which together is, abandon the fociety 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 poifon with thee, or in baftinado, or in fteel; I will bandy with thee in faction; I will o'er-run thee with policy; I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways; therefore tremble and depart.

And. Do, good William.
Will. God reft you merry, Sir,

Enter Corin.

[Exit.

Cor. Our mafter and mistress feek you; come away, away.

Clo. Trip, Audrey; trip, Audrey; I attend, I attend. [Exe.
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 fhould 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, nor her fudden confenting; but fay with me, I love Aliena; fay with her, that he loves me; confent with both, that we may enjoy each other: it fhall be to your good:; for my father's house, and all the revenue that was old Sir Rowland's, will I eftate upon you, and here live and die a fhepherd.

Enter Refalind.

Orla. You have my confent. Let your wedding be to-morrow; thither will I invite the Duke, and all his contented followers: Go you, and prepare Aliena; for, look you, here comes my Rofalind.

Rof. God fave you, brother.
Oli. And you, fair fister.

Rof.

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 brother tell you your how I counterfeited to fwoon, 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 Cæfar's thrafonical brag of I came, fawand overcame: For your brother and my fifter 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 afk'd one another the reason; no fooner knew the reason, but they fought the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a pair of ftairs to marriage, which they will climb incontinent, or else be incontinent before marriage; 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 heart-heaviness, by how much I shall think my brother happy, in having what he wishes for.

Rof. Why, then to-morrow I cannot serve your turn for Rofalind.

Orla. I can live no longer by thinking.

Rof. I will weary you then no longer with idle talking. Know of me then, for now I speak to fome purpose, that I know, you are a gentleman of good conceit. I fpeak not this, that you should bear a good opinion of my knowledge; infomuch, I fay, I know what you are; neither do I labour for a greater efteem than may in fome little measure draw a belief from you to do yourself good, and not to grace me. Believe then, if you please, that I can do ftrange things: I have, fince I was three years eld, converft with a magician, moft profound in his art,

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and yet not damnable. If you do love Rosalind fo near the heart, as your gesture cries it out, when your brother marries Aliena, you fhall marry her. I know into what ftreights of fortune fhe is driven, and it is not impoffible to me, if it appear not inconvenient to you, to fet her before your eyes to-morrow; human as fhe is, and without any danger.

Orla. Speak'ft thou in fober meanings ?

Raf. By my life, I do; which I tender dearly, though I fay, I am a magician: Therefore put you on your beft array, bid your friends, for if you will be married to-morrow, you fhall; and to Rosalind, if you will.

Enter Silvius and Phebe.

Look, here comes a lover of mine, and a lover of hers.
Phe. Youth, you have done me much ungentleness,
To fhew the letter that I writ to you.

Rof. I care not, if I have: it is my study
To feem defpiteful and ungentle to you:
You are there follow'd by a faithful shepherd;
Look upon him, love him; he worships you.

Phe. Good fhepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love.
Sil. It is to be made all of fighs and tears,

And fo am I for Phebe.

Phe. And I for Ganymed,
Orla. And I for Rofalind.
Ref. And I for no woman.
Sil.

It is to be made all of faith and fervice;

And fo am I for Phebe.

Phe. And I for Ganymed.
Orla. And I for Rofalind.
Rof. and I for no woman.

Sil. It is to be all made of fantasy,

All made of paffion, and all made of wishes,
All adoration, duty and obfervance,

All humblenefs, all patience, and impatience,
All purity, all trial, all obfervance :

And fo am I for Phebe.

Phe. And fo am I for Ganymed.
Orla. And fo am I for Rofalind.

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Rof. And fo am I for no woman.

Phe. If this be fo, why blame you me to love you?

[To Rof.

Sil. If this be fo, why blame you me to love you?

[To Phe.

Orla. If this be fo, why blame you me to love you? Rof. Who do you speak to, why blame you me to love Orla. To her that is not here, nor doth not hear? [you? Rof. Pray you, no more of this; 'tis like the howling of Irish wolves against the moon; I will help you if I can; I would love you, if I could: to-morrow meet me all together; I will marry you, if ever I marry woman, and I'll be married to-morrow; [To Phe.] I will fatisfy you, if ever I fatisfy'd man, and you shall be married to-morrow; [To Orl.] I will content you, if, what pleafes you, contents you; and you fhall be married tomorrow. [To Sil.] As you love Refalind, meet; as you love Phebe, meet; and as I love no woman, I'll meet. So fare you well; I have left you commands.

Sil. I'll not fail, if I live.

Phe. Nor I.

Orla. Nor I.

Enter Clown and Audrey.

[Exeunt.

Clo. To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey: to-morrow we will be maried.

Aud. I do defire it with all my heart; and, I hope, it is no dishoneft defire, to defire to be a woman of the world. Here come two of the banish'd Duke's pages. Enter two pages.

1 Page. Well met, honeft gentleman.

Clo. By my troth, well met: come, fit, fit, and a fong. 2 Page. We are for you, fit i' th' middle.

1 Page. Shall we clap into't roundly, without hawking, or fpitting, or faying we are hoarfe, which are the only prologues to a bad voice?

2 Page. I'faith, i'faith, and both in a tune, like two gypfies on a horse.

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