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Cel. Trow you, who hath done this?

Rof. Is it a man?

Cel. And a chain, that you once wore, about his neck: Change you colour?

Rof. I pr'ythee, who?

Cel. O Lord, Lord, it is a hard matter for friends to meet; but mountains may be removed with earthquakes, and fo encounter.

Rof. Nay, but who is it?

Cel. Is it poffible?

Rof. Nay, I pr'ythee now, with moft petitionary vehemence, tell me who it is.

Cel. O wonderful, wonderful, and moft wonderful wonderful, and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all whooping

Rof. Good my complexion! dost thou think, though I am caparison'd like a man, I have a doublet and hofe in my difpofition? One inch of delaymore is a South-fea off discovery. I pr'ythee, tell me, who is it; quickly, and fpeak apace; I would thou could'ft ftammer, that thou might'ft pour this concealed man out of thy mouth, as wine comes out of a narrow-mouth'd bottle; either too much at once, or none at all.. I pr'ythee, take the cork out of thy mouth, that I may drink thy tidings.

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Cel. So you may put a man in your belly.

Rof. Is he of God's making? what manner of man? is his head worth a hat? or his chin worth a beard? Cel. Nay, he hath but a little beard.

Rof. Why, God will fend more, if the man will be thankful; let me ftay the growth of his beard, if thou delay me not the knowledge of his chin.

Cel. It is young Orlando, that tripp'd up the wrestler's heels and your heart both in an instant.

Good my complexion!] This is a Mode of fays, which he cannot reconcile to Common Senfe. too the Oxford Edition. But the Meaning is, ion, i. e. let me not blush.

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Rof.

Rof. Nay, but the devil take mocking; speak, sad brow, and true maid.

Cel. I'faith, coz, 'tis he.

Rof. Orlando!

Cel. Orlando.

Rof. Alas the day, what shall I do with my doublet and hofe? what did he, when thou faw`ft him? what faid he? how look'd he? wherein went he? what makes he here? did he ask for me? where remains he? how parted he with thee? and when shalt thou fee him again? answer me in one word.

Cel. You must borrow me Garagantua's mouth firft ; 'tis a word too great for any mouth of this age's fize: to fay, ay, and no, to thefe particulars, is more than to answer in a catechifm.

Rof. But doth he know that I am in this Foreft, and in man's apparel ? looks he as freshly as he did the day he wrestled?

Gel. It is as eafy to count atoms, as to refolve the propofitions of a lover: but take a tafte of my finding him, and relish it with good obfervance. I found him under a tree like a dropp'd acorn.

Rof. It may well be call'd Jove's tree, when it drops forth fuch fruit.

Gel. Give me audience, good Madam.

Rof. Proceed.

Cel. There lay he ftretch'd along like a wounded Knight.

Rof. Tho' it be pity to fee fuch a fight, it well becomes the ground.

Cel. Cry, holla! to thy tongue, I pr'ythee; it curvets unfeasonably. He was furnifh'd like a hunter., Rof. Oh, ominous! he comes to kill my heart.

Cel. I would fing my fong without a burden; thou bring'ft me out of tune.

Rof. Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak; Sweet, say on.

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Enter Orlando and Jaques.

OU bring me out. Soft, comes he not

Gel. Y here?
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Rof. 'Tis he; flink by, and note him.

[Cel. and Rof. retire. Jaq. I thank you for your company; but, good faith, I had as lief have been myself alone.

Orla. And fo had I; but yet for fashion fake, I thank you too for your fociety.

Jaq. God b'w' you, let's meet as little as we can.
Orla. I do defire we may be better ftrangers.
Jaq. I

pray you, marr no more trees with writing love-fongs in their barks.

Orla. I pray you, marr no more of my Verfes with reading them ill-favouredly.

Jaq. Rofalind, is your love's name?

Orla. Yes, juft.

Jaq. I do not like her name.

Orla. There was no thought of pleasing you, when fhe was chriften'd.

Jaq. What ftature is fhe of?

Orla. Jult as high as my heart.

Jaq. You are full of pretty anfwers; have you not been acquainted with goldfmiths wives, and conn'd them out of rings?

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Orla. Not fo but I anfwer you right painted cloth, from whence you have ftudied your queftions. Jaq. You have a nimble wit; I think, it was made of Atalanta's heels. Will you fit down with me, and we two will rail against our mistress, the world, and all our mifery.

Orla. I will chide no breather in the world but myfelf, against whom I know most faults.

Jaq. The worst fault you have, is to be in love.

Orla.

Orla. 'Tis a fault I will not change for your bcft virtue; I am weary of you.

Jaq. By my troth I was feeking for a fool, when I found you.

Orla. He is drown'd in the brook; look but in, and you fhall fee him.

Jaq. There I fhall fee mine own figure.

Orla. Which I take to be either a fool, or a cypher. Jaq. I'll ftay no longer with you; farewel, good Signior love! [Exit.

Orla.

SCENE VIII.

I Am glad of your departure; adieu, good Monfieur melancholy! [Cel. and Rof. con.e forward.

Rof. I will fpeak to him like a faucy lacquey, and under that habit play the knave with him: do you hear, forefter ?

Orla. Very well; what would you?

Rof. I pray you, what is't a clock?

Orla. You should ask me, what time o'day; there's no clock in the Foreft.

Rof. Then there is no true lover in the Foreft; elfe, fighing every minute, and groaning every hour, would detect the lazy foot of time, as well as a clock.

Orla. And why not the fwift foot of time? had not that been as proper ?.

Rof. By no means, Sir: time travels in divers paces, with divers perfons; I'll tell you who time ambles withal, who time trots withal, who time gallops withal, and who he ftands ftill withal?

Orla. I pr'ythee, whom doth he trot withal?

Rof. Marry, he trots hard with a young maid, between the contract of her marriage, and the day it is folemniz'd: if the interim be but a fennight, time's pace is fo hard that it feems the length of feven years. Orla. Who ambles time withal?

Rof.

Rof. With a priest that lacks Latine, and a rich man that hath not the gout; for the one fleeps easily, because he cannot study; and the other lives merrily, because he feels no pain: the one lacking the burden of lean and wasteful learning; the other knowing no burden of heavy tedious penury. Thefe time ambles withal.

Orla. Whom doth he gallop withal?

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Rof. With a thief to the gallows for though he go as foftly as foot can fall, he thinks himself too foon there.

Orla. Whom ftays it ftill withal?

Rof. With lawyers in the vacation; for they fleep between term and term, and then they perceive not how time moves.

Orla. Where dwell you, pretty youth?

Rof. With this fhepherdefs, my fifter; here in the skirts of the foreft, like fringe upon a petticoat. Orla. Are you native of this place?

Rof. As the cony, that you fee dwell where fhe is kindled.

Orla. Your accent is fomething finer, than you could purchase in so removed a dwelling.

Rof. I have been told fo of many; but, indeed, an old religious Uncle of mine taught me to speak, who was in his youth an in-land man, one that knew courtship too well; for there he fell in love. I have heard him read many lectures againft it; I thank God, I am not a woman, to be touch'd with fo many giddy offences as he hath generally tax'd their whole sex withal.

Orla. Can you remember any of the principal evils, that he laid to the charge of women?

Rof. There were none principal, they were all like one another, as half-pence are; every one fault seeming monftrous, 'till his fellow fault came to match it. Orla. I pr'ythee, recount some of them.

Rof. No; I will not caft away my phyfic, but on

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