As You LIKE IT. 331 A CTV. CENE, the FOREST. Enter Clown and Audrey. CLOW-N. fhall find a time, Audrey; patience, gentle udrey. Aud. Faith, the Prieft was good enough, for gentleman's faying. noft wicked Sir Oliver, Audrey; a most vile but Audrey, there is a youth here in the Foaim to you. , I know who 'tis, he hath no intereft in Me d; here comes the man you mean. Enter William. s meat and drink to me to fee a Clown; by we, that have good wits, have much to anwe shall be flouting; we cannot hold. Food ev'n, Audrey. od ye good ev'n, William. nd good ev'n to you, Sir. od ev'n, gentle friend. Cover thy head, coad; nay, pr'ythee, be cover'd. How old are fair name. Waft born i'th' foreft here? y, Sir, I thank God. ank God: a good answer: art rich? Faith, Sir, fo, fo. fo, is good, very good, very excellent good; is not; it is but fo fo. Art thou wife? Will. Will. Ay, Sir, I have a pretty wit. As loving, wod you perfeve Oli. Neither ty of her Clo. Why, thou fay'ft well: I do now remember all Saying; the fool doth think he is wife, but the wife man knows himself to be a foot. The heathen philofopher, when he had a defire to eat a grape, would open his lipsing, nor he when he put it into his mouth; meaning thereby, that love Aliena; grapes were made to eat, and lips to open. You do with both, love this maid ? Will. I do, Sir. Clo. Give me your hand: art thou learned ? Clo. Then learn this of me; to have, is to have. For to your Good Raue that was , and here li it is a figure in rhetorick, that drink being poured out Orla. You ha of a cup into a glafs, by filling the one doth empty the arrow; thit other. For all your writers do consent, that ipfe is hetented follow now you are not ipfe; for I am he. Will. Which he, Sir? you, here o R. God fav you fore you, Clown, abandon, which is in the vulgar, Raj. Oh, my leave the fociety, which in the boorish, is company, of this female; which in the common, is woman; tee wear thy h Orla. It is m which together is, abandon the fociety of this female; or R. I thoug Clown, thou perifheft; or, to thy better understanding, claws of a l thy life into death, thy liberty into bondage; I will deal R. Did you dieft; or, to wit, I kill thee, make thee away, tranflate Orla. Woun in poifon with thee, or in bastinado, or in fteel; I will on, when h bandy with thee in faction; I will over-run thee with 0-la. Ay, policy; I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways; there- Rof. O, I fore tremble and depart. Aud. Do, good William. Enter Corin. [Exit. Cor. Our mafter and mistress seek you; come away, away. ere was neve rams, an r and over foner met, b they lov'd; n figh'd, to fooner kne Clo. Trip, Audrey; trip, Audrey; I attend, I attend. cher hould like her? that, but feeing, you should love her? and loving, woo? and wooing, fhe 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 shall 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 shepherd. Orla. You have Enter Rofalind. 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 fifter. Rof. Oh, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to see thee wear thy heart in a scarf. Orla. It is my arm. Rf. 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 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 fo fudden, but the fight of two rams, and Cafar's thrafonical brag of I came, faw and 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 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 ftairs to marriage, which they will climb incontinent, or elfe be incontinent before marriage; they are in the ve ry ry 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-heavinefs, by how much I fhall think my brother happy, in having what he wishes for. Rof. Why, then to morrow I cannot ferve 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 fpeak to fome purpofe, that I know, you are a gentleman of good conceit. 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 your felf good, and not to grace me. Believe then, if you pleafe, that I can do ftrange things; I have, fince I was three years old, converst with a magician, most profound in his Art, and yet not damnable. If you do love Rofalind 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. Örla. Speak'st thou in fober meanings? Rof. By my life, I do; which I tender dearly, tho' 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 Rofalind, if you will. Enter Silvius and Phebe. Look, here comes a lover of mine, and a lover of hers. Phe. Phe. Youth, you have done me much ungentleness, Rof. I care not, if I have: it is my study Phe. Good fhepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love. Phe. And I for Ganimed. Orla. And I for Rofalind. Rof. 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 Ganimed. Orla. And I for Rofalind. Rof. And I for no woman. Sil. It is to be all made of fantafie, All made of paffion, and all made of wishes, Phe. And fo am I for Ganimed. Rof. And fo am I for no woman. Phe. If this be fo, why blame you me to love you? [To Rof. [To Phe. Sil. If this be fo, why blame you me to love you? you ? Orla. If this be fo, why blame you me to love Orla. To her that is not here, nor doth not hear? 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 will fatisfy you, if ever I fatisfy'd man, and you |