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Dy'd in his blood, unto the shepherd youth
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?
ACT V. SCENE I.
The Forest. Enter Clown, and AUDREY.
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 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.
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,
Will. Good even, Audrey.
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.
Will. Ay, sir, I thank God.
Clo. So, so! 'Tis good, very good, very excellent
29 Clo, Why, thou say’st well. I do now remember a saying; The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. The heathen philosopher, when he had a desire 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. You do love this maid?
Will. I do, sir.
39 Clo. Then learn this of me; To have, is to have : For it is a figure in rhetorick, that drink, being poured out of a cup into a glass, by filling the one doth empty the other: For all your writers do consent, that ipse is he; now you are not ipse, for I am he.
Will. Which he, sir ?
Clo. He, sir, that must marry this woman: Therefore, you, clown, abandon,—which is in the vulgar, leave—the society,—which in the boorish is, company-of this female,—which in the common is,woman,-which together is, abandon the society of this female ; or, clown, thou perishest ; or, to thy better understanding, diest ; or, to wit, I kill thee, Iiij
make thee away, translate thy life into death, thy liberty into bondage : I will deal in poison with thee, or in bastinado, or in steel ; I will bandy with thee in faction ;
I will over-run thee with policy ; I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways; therefore tremble, and depart.
Aud. Do, good William.
Enter CORIN. Cor. Our master and mistress seek you ; come, away, away.
62 Clo. Trip, Audrey, trip, Audrey ; I attend, I at. tend.
Enter ORLANDO, and OLIVER.
Orla. Is't possible, that on so little acquaintance you should like her? that, but seeing, you should love her? and, loving, woo? and, wooing, she should grant? And will you persevere to enjoy her?
Oli. Neither call the giddiness of it in question, the poverty of her, the small acquaintance, my sudden wooing, nor her sudden consenting; but say with me, I love Aliena; say with her, that she loves me; consent 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 estate upon you, and here live and die a shepherd. 76
Orla. You have my consent. 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
Ros. Oh! my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to see thee wear thy heart in a scarf.
Orla. It is my arm.
Ros. I thought, thy heart had been wonnded with the claws of a lion.
Orla. Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady.
Ros. Did your brother tell you how I counterfeited to swoon, when he shewed me your handkerchief?
Orla. Ay, and greater wonders than that.
Ros. O, I know where you are :--Nay, 'tis true : there was never any thing so sudden, but the fight of two rams, and Cæsar's thirasonical brag of I came, saw, and overcame: For your brother and my sister no sooner met, but they look'd; no sooner look'd, but they lov'd; no sooner lov’d, but they sigh'd; no sooner sigh’d, but they ask'd one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason, but they sought the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage, which they will climb incontinent,