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 purpose, that I know you are a Gentleman of good Conceit. I 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 Meafuré draw a Belief from you to do your felf 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, converft with a Magician, moft 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 Streights of Fortune the 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, tho' I fay I am a Magician: Therefore put you in 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. Youth, you have done me much ungentleness,
To fhew the Letter that I writ to you.

Rof. I care not if I have: It is my Study
To feem defpiteful and ungentle to you:
You are there follow'd by a faithful Shepherd;
Look upon him, love him; he worships you.

Phe. Good Shepherd, tell this Youth what 'tis to love.
Sil. It is to be made all of Sighs and Tears,

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 made all of Faith and Service;

And fo am I for Phebe.

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Phe

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,
All Adoration, Duty and Obfervance,

All Humbleness, all Patience, and Impatience,
All Purity, all Trial, all Obfervance;

And fo am I for Phebe.

Phe. And fo am I for Ganimed.

Orla. And fo am I for Rofalind.
Rof. And fo am I for no Woman.

Phe. If this be fo, why blame you me to love you?
Sil. If this be fo, why blame you me to love you?
Orla. If this be fo, why blame you me to love you?
Rof. Who do you speak to, Why blame you me to
love you?

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 toge ther; I will marry you, if ever I marry Woman, and I'll be married to Morrow; I will fatisfy you, if ever I fatisfy'd Man, and you fhall be married to Morrow; I will content you, if what pleases you contents you, and you fhall be married to Morrow. As you love Rofalind meet, as you love Phebe meet, and as I love no Woman, I'll meet. So fare you well; I have left you Commands.

Sil. I'll not fail, if I live.

Phe. Nor I.

Orla. Nor I.

SCENE III.

Enter Clown and Audrey.

Exeunt.

Clo. To Morrow is the joyful Day, Audrey; to Morrow will we 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

Enter two Pages.,

1 Page: Well met, honeft Gentleman.

Clo. By my troth well met: come, fit, fit, and a Song. 2 Page. We are for you, fit i'th' middle.

1 Page. Shall we clap into't roundly, without hauking, or fpitting, or faying we are hoarfe, which are the only Prologues to a bad Voice.

2 Page. I'faith, i'faith, and both in a Tune, like two Gypfies on a Horse.

SONG.

It was a Lover and his Lafs,

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With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o'er the green Corn-field did pass

In the Spring time; the only pretty rang time,
When Birds do fing, hey ding a ding, ding.
Sweet Lovers love the Spring.

And therefore take the prefent time,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino;
For Love is crowned with the prime,
In the Spring time, &c.

Between the Acres of the Rye,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonine;

Thefe pretty Country-folks would lye,
In the Spring time, &c.

The Carrol they began that hour,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino;

How that a Life was but a Flower,

In the Spring time, &c.

Clo. Truly, young Gentlemen, though there was no great matter in the ditty, yet the Note was very untunable. I Page. You are deceiv'd, Sir, we kept time, we loft not

our time.

Clo. By my troth, yes: I count it but time loft to hear fuch a foolish Song. God b'w'y you, and God mend your Voices. Come, Audrey. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, Jaques, Orlando, Oliver, and Celia.

Duke Sen. Doft thou believe, Orlando, that the Boy Can do all this that he hath promised?

Orla. I fometimes do believe, and fometimes do not; As thofe that fear they hope, and know they fear.

Enter Rofalind, Sylvius, and Phebe.

Rof. Patience once more, whiles our Compact is urg'd: You fay, if I bring in your Rofalind, [To the Duke. You will beftow her on Orlando here?

[To Phe.

Duke Sen. That would I, had I Kingdoms to give with her.
Rof. And you fay you will have her when I bring her?
[To Orlando.
Orla. That would I, were I of all Kingdoms King.
Rof. You fay you'll Marry me, if I be willing.
Phe, That will I, fhould I die the hour after.
Rof. But if you do refufe to marry me,
You'll give your felf to this moft faithful Shepherd.
Phe. So is the Bargain.

Rof. You fay, that you'll have Phebe, if the will? [To Syl.
Syl. Tho' to have her and Death were both one thing.
Rof. I have promis'd to make all this matter even:

Keep you your word, O Duke, to give your Daughter;
You yours, Orlando, to receive his Daughter:
Keep you your word, Phebe, that you'll marry me;
Or elle refufing me, to wed this Shepherd.
Keep your word, Sylvius, that you'll marry her,
If the refufe me; and from hence I go
To make these Doubts all even.

[Exit Rof. and Celia.
Duke Sen. I do remember in this Shepherd-Boy,
Some lively touches of my Daughter's Favour.
Orla. My Lord, the firft time that I ever faw him,
Methought he was a Brother to your Daughter;
But, my good Lord, this Boy is Foreft born,
And hath been tutor'd in the Rudiments
of
many defperate Studies by his Unkle,
Who he reports to be a great Magician,
Enter Clown and Audrey.
Obfcured in the Circle of this Foreft.

Fag.

Faq.

There is fure another Flood toward, and these Couples are coming to the Ark. Here comes a pair of very ftrange Beafts, which in all Tongues are call'd Fools.

Clo. Salutation and Greeting to you all.

Faq. Good my Lord, bid him welcome. This is the Motley-minded Gentleman that I have fo often met in the Foreft: He hath been a Courtier he fwears.

Clo. If any Man doubt that, let him put me to my Purgation; I have trod a Measure, I have flatter'd a Lady, I have been politick with my Friend, fmooth with mine Enemy, I have undone three Tailors, I have had four Quarrels, and like to have fought one.

Faq. And how was that ta'en up?

Clo. 'Faith we met, and found the Quarrel was upon the feventh Cause.

Jaq. How the feventh Caufe? Good my Lord, like

this Fellow.

Duke Sen. I like him very very well.

Clo. God'ild you, Sir, I defire you of the like: I press in here, Sir, amongst the reft of the Country Copulatives, to fwear, and to forfwear, according as Marriage binds, and Blood breaks: A poor Virgin, Sir, an ill-favour'd thing, Sir, but mine own, a poor Humour of mine, Sir, to take that that no Man elfe will. Rich Honefty dwells like a Mifer, Sir, in a poor Houfe, as your Pearl in your Oyster.

Duke Sen. By my Faith, he is very swift and fententious. Clo. According to the Fool's bolt, Sir, and fuch dulcet Difeafes.

Jaq. But for the feventh Caufe; how did you find the Quarrel on the feventh Caufe?

Clo. Upon a Lie feven times removed; (bear your Body more feeming, Audrey) as thus, Sir; I did diflike the Cut of a certain Courtier's Beard; he fent me word, If I faid his Beard was not cut well, he was in the mind it was: This is call'd the Retort Courteous. If I fent him word again, it was well cut, he would fend me word, he cut it to please himself. This is call'd the Quip Modeft. If again, it was not well cut, he difabled my Judgment: This is call'd the Reply Churlish. If again, it was not well cut, he would anfwer, I fpake not true: This is call'd the Reproof Valiant. If again, it was not well cut, he would fay, I lie: This is

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