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have died from time to time, and worms. have eaten them; but not for love.

Orla. I would not have my right Rosalind of this mind; for I proteft her frown might kill me.

Rof. By this hand, it will not kill a fly: but come; now I will be your Rosalind in a more coming-on difpofition; and ask me what you will, I will grant it.

Orla. Then love me, Rosalind.
Ros. Yes, faith, will I, Fridays and Saturdays, and all.
Orla. And wilt thou have me?
Rof. Ay, and twenty fuc).
Orla. What say'st thou?
Rof. Are you not good?
Orla. I hope so.

Rof: Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing? Come, fifter, you shall be the priest, and marry

Give me your hand, Orlando. What do you say, fifter?

Orla. Pray thee, marry us.
Cel. I cannot say the words.
Rof You must begin,---Will

you,

Orlando Cel. Go to; will you, Orlando, have to wife this Rosalind?

Orla. I will. Rof. Ay, but when? Orla. Why now, as fast as she can marry us. Rof. Then you must say, I take thee, Rosalind for wife.

Orla. I take thee Rosalind for wife.

Ref: I might ask you for your commiflion, but I do take thee Orlando for my husband: there's a girl goes before the priest, and certainly a woman's thought runs before her actions.

Orla. So do all thoughts; they are wing'd.

Rof. Now tell me, how long would you have her, after you have poffefs'd her?

Orla. For ever and a day. Rof. · Say a day, without the ever. No, no, Or« lando: are April when they woo, December • when they wed; maids are May when they are maids, • but the sky changes when they are wives: I will be . more jealous of thee than a Barbary cock-pigeou

men

* over his hen; more clamorous than a parrot against rain ;

more new-fangled than an ape; more giddy in my de• fires than a monkey: I will weep for nothing, like Diana • in the fountain, and I will do that when you are dispos’d ' to be merry: I will laugh like a hyen, and that when you are inclin'd to weep.' Orla. But will my Rosalind do fo? Rof. By my life, the will do as I do. Orla. O, but she is wise.

Rof. Or else she could not have the wit to do this ; the wiser, the waywarder: make the doors fast upon a wo. man's wit, and it will out at the cafement; shut that, and. 'twill out at the key hole; stop that, it will fly with the {moak out at the chimney.

Orla. A man that had a wife with such a wit, he might. fay, Wit, whither wilt?

Rof. Nay, you miglit keep that check for it, till you met your wife's wit going to your neighbour's bed.

Orla. And what wit could wit have to excufe that?

Rof. Marry, to say the came to seek you there: you fhall never take her without her answer, unless you take. her without her tongue. Othat woman that cannot make her fault her husband's occasion, let her never nurse ker child herself, for she will breed it like a fool!

Orla. For these two hours, Rosalind, I will leave thee.
Rof. Alas, dear love, I cannot lack thee two hours.

Orla. I must attend the Duke at dinner; by two o'clock I will be with thee again.

Rof. Ay, go your ways, go your ways; 1 knew what you would prove, my friends told me as much, and I thought no less; that flattering tongue of yours won me; Atis but one calt away, and so come death. Two o' th” clock is

your

hour!
Orla. Ay, sweet Rosalind.

Ref. By my troth, and in good earnest, and fo God mend me, and by all pretty oaths that are not dangerous, if you break one jot of your promise, or come one minute behind your hour, I will think you the most athe. istical break-promise, and the moft hollow lover, and the moft unworthy of her you call Rofalind, that may be chosen out of the gross band of the unfaithful; therefore beware my cenfure, and keep your promise.

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Orla.

Orla. With no less religion, than if thou wert indeed my Rosalind; fo adieu.

Rof. Well, Time is the old justice that examines all fuch offenders, and let Time try. Adieu! [Exit Orla.

SCENE III. Cel. You have fimply misus'd our sex in your loveprate: we must have your doublet and hofe pluck'd over your head, and shew the world what the bird hath done to her own nest.

Rof: O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that thou didft know how many fathom deep I am in love; but it cannot be founded: my affection hath an unknown bottom, like the bay of Portugal.

Cel. Or rather, bottomless; that as fast as you pour fection in it, it runs out.

Ros; No, that fame wicked bastard of Venus, that . was begot of thought, conceiv'd of spleen, and born of • madness; that blind rascally boy, that abuses every one's • eyes, because his own are out; let him be judge how • deep I am in love;' I'll tell thee, Aliena, I cannot be out of the fight of Orlando; I'll go find a shadow, and figh till he come. Cel. And I'll Neep.

[Exeunt.

af.

SCENE IV.

Enter Jaques, Lords, and Forefters.

Jaq. Which is he that kill'd the deer? Lord. Sir, it was I.

Jaq. Let's present him to the Duke, like a Roman conqueror; and it would do well to set the deer's horns upon his head, for a branch of victory. Have you no long, Forefter for this purpose?

For. Yes, Sir.

Jaq. Sing it; ''tis no matter how it be in tune, so it make noise enough.

Music, Song.
What ball he have that killd the deer;
His leather skin and horns to wear;

Then

Then fing him home :-take thou no fcorn
To wear the horn, the horn, ibe horn:

The reft shall
It was a crest ere thou wast born.

bear this burThy father's father wore it,

then.
And thy father bore it ;
The horn, the horn, the lusty horni,
Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.

[Exeunt.
SCENE V. Enter Rosalind and Celia.
Rof. How say you now, is it not past two o'clock ?
I wonder much Orlando is not here.

Cel. I warrant you, with pure love, and troubled brain, he hath ta’en his bow and arrows, and is gone forth ta sleep. Look, who comes here.

Enter Silvius.
Syl. My errand is to you, fair youth,
My gentle Phebe bid me give you this:
I know not the contents; but, as I guess,
By the stern brow and waspish action
Which she did use as she was writing of it,
It bears an angry tenor; pardon me,
I am but as a guiltless messenger.

Rol. Patience herself would startle at this letter,
And play the fwaggerer; bear this, bear all,
She says I am not fair; that I lack manners;
She calls me proud, and that she could not love me
Were man as rare as phoenix : 'odds my

will!
Her love is not the hare that I do hunt.
Why writes she fo to me? Well, thepherd, well,
This is a letter of your own device.

Syl. No, I protest I know not the contents;
Phebe did write it.

Rof. Come, come, you're a fool,
And turn’d into th' extremity of love.
I saw her hand, she has a leathern hand,
A free-stone-colour'd hand; I verily did think,
That her old gloves were on, but 'twas her hands;
She has a hufwife's hand, but that's no matter;
1 say, she never did invent this letter;
This is a man's invention, and his hand.
Syl. Sure it is hers.

Rof. Why, 'tis a boisterous and a cruel style, A flyle for challengers; why, the defies me, Like Turk to Christian; woman's gentle brain Could not drop forth such giant rude invention; Such Ethiop words, blacker in their effect Than in their countenance. Will you hear the letter?

Syl. So please you, for I never heard it yet; Yet heard too much of Phebe's cruelty.

Rof. She Phebe’s me; mark how the tyrant writes.
[Reads.] Art thor God to fhepherd turn'd,
That a maiden's beart hath burn'd?
Can a woman rail thus?

Syl. Call you this railing?
RS. [Reads.] Why, thy Godhead laid apart,

Warrif thou with a woman's heart?
Did you ever hear such railing ?

Whiles the eye of man did woo me,

That could do no vengeance to me.
Meaning me a beaft!
If the

scorn of your bright eyne
ilave power lo raise fuch love in mine,
Alack, in me, what ftrange effeat
Would they work in mild a peal?
Whiles

you
chid me,

I did love;
How then might your prayers move?
He that brings this love to thee,
Little knows ibis love in me;
And by him feal up thy mind,
Whether that thy youth and kind
IVill the faithful offer take
Of me, and all that I can make;
Or elfe by him my love deny,
And

then I'll study how to die. Syl. Call you this chiding? Cel. Alas, poor shepherd! Ros. Do you pity him! no, he deserves to pity. Wilt thou love such a woman? what, to makë thee an instrument, and play false frains upon thee? not to be endured! Well, go your way to her; (for I fee love hath made thee a tame snake,) and say this to her, That if she love me, I charge her so love thee; if poe

. will

not,

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