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Printed for J.Bell.,British Library Strand London, Norg" 1785.

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Dy'd in his blood, unto the shepherd youth
That he in sport doth call his Rosalind.
Cel. Why, how now, Ganymed ? sweet Gany-

[ROSALIND faints.
Oli. Many will swoon when they do look on blood.
Cel. There is more in it:--Cousin-Ganymed!
Oli. Look, he recovers.
Ros. I would, I were at home.

400 Cel. We'll lead you thither :I pray you, will you take him by the arm?

Oli. Be of good cheer, youth :-You a man? you lack a man's heart.

Ros. 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!

Oli. This was not counterfeit; there is too great testimony in your complexion, that it was a passion of earnest.

410 Ros. Counterfeit, I assure you.

Oli. Well then, take a good heart, and counterfeit to be a man.

Ros. 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, I must bear answer back How you excuse my brother, Rosalind.

419 Ros. I shall devise something : But, I pray you, commend my counterfeiting to him. Will you go?


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The Forest. Enter Clown, and AUDREY. C

good Clown. We shall find a time, Audrey; patience, gentle Audrey.

Aud. 'Faith, the priest was good enough, for all the old gentleman's saying.

Clo. A most wicked Sir Oliver, Audrey, a most vile Mar-text. But, Audrey, there is a youth here in the tisk forest lays claim to you.

Aud. Ay, I know who 'tis; he hath no interest in me in the world: here comes the man you mean.

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Clo. It is meat and drink to me to see a clown : By my troth, we that have good wits, have much to answer for; we shall be flouting; we cannot hold, 10

Will. Good even, Audrey.
Aud. God ye good even, William.
Will. And good even to you, sir.

Clo. Good even, 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.
Clo. A fair name: Wast born i' the forest here?



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