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Oli. Twice did he turn his back, and purpos’d so : But, kindness, nobler ever than revenge, And nature, stronger than his just occasion, Made him give battle to the lioness, Who quickly fell before him; in which hurtling From miserable slumber I awak'd. Cel. Are you his brother?
370 Ros. Was it you he rescu'd ? Cel. Was't you that did so oft contrive to kill him?
Oli. 'Twas I ; but 'tis not I: I do not shame
Ros. But, for the bloody napkin ?
Oli. By and by. When from the first to last, betwixt us two, Tears our recountments had most kindly bath'd, As how I came into that desert place ;In brief, he led me to the gentle duke. Who gave me fresh array, and entertainment, Committing me unto my brother's love ; Who led me instantly unto his cave, There stripp'd himself, and here upon his arm The lioness had torn some flesh away, Which all this while had bled; and now he fainted, And cry'd, in fainting, upon Rosalind. Brief, I recover'd him; bound up his wound; And, after some sınall space, being strong at heart, He sent me hither, stranger as I am,
391 To tell this story, that you might excuse His broken promise, and to give this napkin,
AS, YOU LIKE IT.
Thornthwave fou. M'S ABINGTON in ROSALIND,
Printed for J.Bell.,British Library Strand London, Norg" 1785.