And with indented glides did flip away
Into a bush; under which bulh's shade
A Lioness, with udders all drawn dry,
Lay couching head on ground, with cat-like watch
When that the fleeping man should stir ; for 'tis
The royal disposition of that beaft,
To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead:
This feen, Orlando did approach the man,
And found it was his brother, his elder brother,

Cel. O, I have heard him speak of that same brother,
And he did render him the moft unnatural
That liv'd 'mongst men.

Oli. And well he might fo do ;.
For, well I know, he was unnatural,

Rcf. But, to Orlando; did he leave him there,
Food to the fuck'd and hungry lionefs ?

Oli. Twice did he turn his back, and purpos'd fo;
But kindness, nobler ever than revenge,
And nature stronger than his juft occasion,
Made him give battel to the lioness,
Who quickly fell before him; in which hurtling
From miserable flumber I awak’d.

Cel. Are you his brothert
Rof. Was it you he rescu'd ?
Cel. Was it you that did so oft contrive to kill him?

Oli. 'Twas I ; but 'tis not 1; I do not shane
To tell you what I was, fince my conversion
So fireetly tastes, being the thing I am.

Ref. But, for the bloody napkin?

oli. By, and by
When from the first to last, betwixt us two,
Tears our recountments had molt kindly bath’d,
As how I came into that desert 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 instantly unto his cave,
There stripp'd himself, and here upon his arm
The lioness had torn some felha awy,
Which all this while had bled; and now he fainted,

And

And cry'd, in fainting, upon Rosalind
Brief, I recover'd him; bound

up

his wound;
And, after some small space, being Atrong at heart,
He sent me hither, stranger as I am,
To tell this story, that you might excuse
His broken promise; and to give this napkin,
Dy'd in his blood, unto the thepherd youth,
That he in sport doth call his Rosalind.
Cel. Why, how now Ganimed? Sweet, Ganimed?

[Rosalind faints.
Oli. Many will swoon, when they do look on blood.
Cel. There is more in it ;-cousin Ganimed!
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 i you lack & man's heart.

Rof. 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!

O'. This was not counterfeit, there is too great teftimony in your complexion, that it was a passion of earnest.

Rof. Counterfeit I assure you.

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

Rof. 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; for I must bear answer back, How you excuse my brother, Rosalind.

Roj. I shall devise fomething ; but, I pray you commend my counterfeiting to him: will you go?

{Exeunt.

ACT

A CT V.

W Audrey

SCENE, the FOREST.
Enter Clown and Audrey.

CLOWN.
e shall find a time, Audrey; patience, gentle
Aud. Faith, the Priest was good enough, for all the
old gentleman's saying.

Clo. A mott wicked Sir Oliver, Audrey; a most vile Mar-text ! bat Audrey, there is a youth here in the foreft -lays claim to you.

Aud. Ay, I know who 'uis, 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 see a Clown ; by
my troth, we, that have good wits, have much to an.
swer for : , we shall 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, prythee, 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' forest 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 to fo.' Art thou wise?

Will. Ay, Sir, I have a pretty wit.

Clo, Why, thou fay't well : I do now remember a Saying; the fool dotb think he is wife, but the wife man knows himself to be a foolThe 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.
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 consent, 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 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 perisheft; or, to thy better underftanding, dieft; 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 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.
Will. God reft you merry, Sir.

[Exit.
Enter Corin.
Cor. Our master and mistress seek you ; come away,
away.
Clo. Trip, Audrey; trip, Audrey; I attend, I attend.

(Exeunt. Enter Orlando and Oliver. Orla. Is't pollible, that on so little acquaintance you

should

should like her? that, but seeing, you should love her? and loving, woo? and wooing, the thould 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 fudden consenting; but fay with me, I love Aliena; say, with her, that he 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.

.

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 Rosalind.
Rof. God save you, brother.
Oli. And you, fair sister...

Rol: Oh, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to fee thee wear thy heart in a scarf.

Orla. It is my arm.

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