boorish is, company, of this female; which in the common is, woman; which together is, abandon the fociety of this female; or, clown, thou perifheft; or, to thy better understanding, diest; or, to wit, I kill thee, make thee away, translate thy life into death, thy liberty into bondage; I will deal in poison with thee, or in baftinado, or in fteel; I will bandy with thee in faction, I will o'errun thee with policy, I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways; therefore tremble, and depart. Aud. Do, good William. Will. God reft you merry, fir. [Exit. Enter Corin. Cor. Our mafter and mistress seek you; come away, away. SCENE II. Enter Orlando, and Oliver. Orla. Is't poffible, 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 perfevere to enjoy her? Oli. Neither call the giddinefs of it in question, the poverty of her, the small acquaintance, my sudden wooing, nor her fudden confenting; but fay with me, I love Aliena; fay with her, that she loves me; confent with both, that we may enjoy each other; it shall be to your good: for my father's houfe, and all the revenue that was old fir Rowland's, will I eftate upon you, and here live and die a shepherd. Enter Rofalind. 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 Rofalind. Rof. God fave you, brother. Oli. And you, fair sister. Ref. Rof. O my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to see thee wear thy heart in a scarf! Orla. It is my arm. Rof. 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 show'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 so sudden, but the fight of two rams, and Cæfar's thrafonical brag of, I came, faw, and overcame: for your brother and my fister no fooner met, but they look'd; no fooner look'd, but they lov'd; no sooner lov'd, but they figh'd; no fooner figh'd, but they afk'd one another the reason; no fooner knew the reason, but they fought the remedy; and in these degrees have they made pair of stairs to marriage, which they will climb incontinent, or elfe be incontinent before marriage; they are in the very wrath of love, and they will together: clubs cannot part them. Orla. They fhall be married to-morrow; and I will bid the Rof. Why then, to-morrow I cannot ferve your turn for 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 purpose,' that I know you are a gentleman of good conceit. I fpeak not this, that you fhould bear a good opinion of my knowledge; infomuch, I fay, I know what you are; neither do I labour for a greater esteem than may in fome little measure draw a belief from you to do yourself good, and not to grace me. Believe then, if you please, that I can do ftrange things: I have, fince I was three years old, convers'd with a magician, moft profound in his art, and yet not damnable: if you you do love Rofalind fo near the heart as your gefture cries it out, when your brother marries Aliena you shall marry her. I know into what ftraits 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. Orla. Speak'ft thou in fober meanings? Rof. By my life, I do; which I tender dearly, though 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. SCENE III. Enter Sylvius, and Phebe. Look, here comes a lover of mine, and a lover of hers. 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 Rosalind. Rof. And I for no woman. Syl. It is to be made all of faith and service; And fo am I for Phebe. Phe. And I for Ganimed. Orla. And I for Rofalind. Rof. And I for no woman. Syl. It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of paffion, and all made of wishes,' All All purity, all trial, all observance; Pbe. And so am I for Ganimed. Phe. If this be so, why blame you me to love you? Rof. Pray you, no more of this; 'tis like the howling of Irish you As Phe. Nor I. Orla. Nor I. [to Rof. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Enter Clown, and Audrey. Clo. To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey: to-morrow we will be married. Aud. I do defire it with all my heart; and, I hope, it is no dishonest defire, to defire to be a woman of the world. Here come two of the banish'd duke's pages. Enter two Pages. 1 Page. Well met, honeft gentleman. Clo. By my troth, well met: come, fit, fit, and a fong. 1 Page, 1 Page. Shall we clap into't roundly, without hawking, or fpitting, or faying we are hoarse, which are the only prologues to a bad voice? 2 Page. I'faith, i'faith, and both in a tune, like two gipfies on a horse. Song. It was a lover and his lass, With a bey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, In the Spring-time; the pretty spring-time, And therefore take the present time, Between the acres of the rye, With a bey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, The carol they began that hour, With a bey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, Clo. Truly, young gentlemen, though there was no great matter in the ditty, yet the note was very untuneable. 1 Page. You are deceiv'd, fir; and we kept time, we loft not our time. Clo. By my troth, yes: I count it but time loft to hear fuch a foolish fong. God b'w'y you, and god mend your voices. Come, Audrey. [Exeunt. SCENE |