Rof. Was't you he rescu'd?

Cel. Was't you that did fo oft contrive to kill him?
Oli. 'Twas I; but 'tis not I; I do not fhame
To tell you what I was, fince my converfion

So fweetly taftes, being the thing I am.
Rof. But for the bloody napkin?

Oli. By and by.

When from the first to laft, betwixt us two,
Tears our recountments had moft kindly bath'd,
As how I came into that defart place;

In brief, he led me to the gentle Duke,
Who gave me fresh array and entertainment,
Committing me unto my brother's love;
Who led me inftantly unto his cave,
There ftrip'd himself, and here upon his arm
The lionefs had torn fome flesh away,

Which all this while had bled; and now he fainted,

And cry'd in fainting upon Rofalind.

Brief, I recover'd him; bound up his wound;
And, after some small space, being strong at heart,
He fent me hither, ftranger as I am,

To tell this ftory, that you might excufe
His broken promife; and to give this napkin,
Dy'd in his blood, unto the fhepherd youth,
That he in fport doth call his Rofalind.

Gel. Why, how now Ganymed, Sweet Ganymed?

[Róf. faints Oli. Many will fwoon, when they do look on blood. Cel. There is more in it: coufin Ganymed!

Oli. Look, he recovers.

Rof. Would I were at home!

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.

Rof. I do fo, I confefs 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 teftimony in your complexion, that it was a paffion of earnest.

Rof.

Rof. Counterfeit, I affure you.

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

Ref. So I do: but, i' faith, I fhould have been a woman by right.

Gel. Come, you look paler and paler; pray you, draw homewards; good Sir, go with us.

Oli. That will I; for I mult bear answer back, How you excuse my brother, Rofalind.

Rof. I fhall devife fomething; but, I pray you, commend my counterfeiting to him: will you go? [Exeunt.

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SCENE, the FOREST.

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Enter Clown and Audrey.

CLOWN.

E fhall find a time, Audrey; patience, gentle Audrey.

Aud. Faith, the Priest was good enough, for all the old Gentleman's faying.

Clo. A moft wicked Sir Oliver, Audrey; a most vile Mar-text! but, Audrey, there is a youth here in the Foreft 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.

Enter William.

Clo. It is meat and drink to me to fee a Clown; by my troth, we, that have good wits, have much to an fwer for: we fhall be flouting; we cannot hold. Will. Good ev'n, Audrey.

Aud. God ye good ev'n, William.

Will. And good ev'n to you, Sir.

Clo. Good ev'n, 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. Waft born i'th' foreft here?
Will. Ay, Sir, I thank God.

Clo. Thank God: a good answer: art rich?
Will. 'Faith, Sir, fo, fo.

Clo. So fo, is good, very good, very excellent good; and yet it is not; it is but fo, fo. Art thou wife? Will. Ay, Sir, I have a pretty wit.

Clo. Why, thou fay'ft well: I do now remember a Saying; the fool doth think he is wife, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. (25) The heathen philofopher, when he had a defire 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.

Clo. Give me your hand: art thou learned?
Will. No, Sir.

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 confent, that ipfe is he now you are not ipfe; 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 fociety, which in the boorish, is company, of this female; which in the common, is woman;

(25) The heathen Philofopher, when he had a Defign to eat a Grape.] This is certainly defign'd as a Sneer on the feveral trifling, infignificant, Actions and Sayings, recorded in the Lives of the Philofophers as Things of great Moment. We need only reflect upon what we meet with in Diogenes Laertius, to be of this Opinion: efpecially, when We obferve that it is introduced by one of their wife Sayings that precedes it. Mr. Warburton.

which together is, abandon the fociety of this female; or Clown, thou perifheft; or, to thy better understanding, dieft; or, to wit, I kill thee, make thee away, tranflate thy life into death, thy liberty into bondage; will deal in poifon with thee, or in bastinado, or in fteel; I will bandy with thee in faction; I will o'er-run 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, Sir.

Enter Corin.

[Exit.

Cor. Our master and mistress feek you; come away, away.

Clo. Trip, Audrey; trip, Audrey; I attend, I attend. [Exeunt.

Enter Orlando and Oliver,

Orla. Is't poffible, that on fo little acquaintance you should like her? that, but feeing, you should love her? and loving, woo? and wooing, the fhould grant? and will you perfevere to enjoy her?

Oli. Neither call the giddinefs of it in queftion, the poverty of her, the fmall acquaintance, my fudden wooing, nor her fudden confenting; but fay with me, I love Aliena; fay with her, that the 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 Sir Rowland's, will I eftate upon you, and here live and die a shepherd.

Enter Rofalind.

Orla. You have my confent. 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 fifter.

Rof. Oh, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to fee thee wear thy heart in a fcarf.

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Orla.

Orla. It is my arm.

Rof. I thought, thy heart had been wounded with the claws of a lion.

'tis true:

Orla. Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady. Rof. Did your brother tell you how I counterfeited. to fwoon, when he fhew'd me your handkerchief? Orla. Ay, and greater wonders than that. Rof. O, I know where you are: nay, there was never any thing fo fudden, but the fight of two rams, and Cafar's thrafonical brag of I came, faw and overcame: for your brother and my fifter no fooner met, but they look'd; no fooner look'd, but they lov'd; no fooner lov'd, but they figh'd; no fooner figh'd, but they ask'd one another the reason; no fooner knew the reafon, but they fought the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a pair of ftairs to marriage, which they will climb incontinent, or else be incontinent before marriage; they are in the very wrath of love, and they will together. Clubs cannot part them.

Orla. They shall be married to morrow; and I will bid the Duke to the Nuptial. But, O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happinefs through another man's eyes! by fo much the more fhall I to morrow be at the height of heart-heaviness, by how much I fhall think my brother happy, in having what he wishes for.

Rof Why, then to morrow I cannot serve for Rofalind.

Orla. I can live no longer by thinking.

your turn

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 meafure draw a belief from you to do your felf good, and not to grace me. Believe then, if you pleafe, that I can do ftrange things; I have, fince I was three years old, converft