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Brief, I recover'd him, bound up his Wound,
And after fome small space, being ftrong at Heart,
He sent me hither, Stranger as I am,

To tell this Story, that you might excufe
His broken Promife, and to give this Napkin,
Dy'd in his Blood, unto the Shepherd Youth,
That he in fport doth call his Rofalind,

Cel. Why, how now Ganimed, fweet Ganimed?
Oli. Many will fwoon when they do look on Blood.
Cel. There is no more in it: Coufin Ganimed!

Oli. Look, he recovers.

Rof. I would I were at home.

Cel. We'll lead you thither.
I pray 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, Sirra, a body would think this was well counterfeited, 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 paffion of Earneft. Rof. Counterfeit, I affure you.

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

Rof. So I do: But i'faith, I fhould 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 excufe my Brother, Rofalind.

Rof. I fhall devife fomething; but I pray you commend my counterfeiting to him: Will you go?




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SCENE the Foreft.

Enter Clown and Audrey.

E fhall find a time, Audrey; patience, gentle

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

Clo. A moft wicked Sir Oliver, Audrey, a moft vile MarBut Audrey, there is a Youth here in the Foreft lays


claim to you.

Aud. Ay, I know who 'tis; he hath no Intereft 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 answer for: we shall be flouting; we cannot hold.

Will. Good Ev❜n, Audrey.

And. 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, prethee 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. Was't born i'th' Forest here?

Will. Ay, Sir, I thank God.

Clo. Thank God: A good Anfwer:

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 Wife Man knows himself to be a Fool. 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 Glafs, 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 muft 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 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; I will deal in Poyfon with thee, or in Baftinado, or in Steel; 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, Sir.

Enter Corin.


Cor. Our Mafter and Miftrefs feek you; come away, a


Clo. Trip Andrey, trip Audrey; I attend,

I attend.


Enter Orlando and Oliver.


Orla. Is't poffi le, that on fo little Acquaintance you hould like he? 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 queftior, the Poverty of her, the small Acquaintance, my fudden Wooing, VOL. II.


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 fhall be to your good: For my Fa ther'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's contented Followers:
Go you, and prepare Aliena; for look you,

Here comes my Rofalind.

Rof. God fave you, Brother.

Orla. And you, fair Sifter.

Rof. Oh my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to fee 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 wound, when he fhew'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 fo fudden, but the Fight of two Rams, and Cafar's Thrafonical Brag, of, I came, faw, and overcame: For your Brother, and my Sifter, 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 Reafon; no fooner knew the Reafon, but they fought the Remedy; and in thefe Degrees have they made a Pair of Stairs to Marriage, which they will climb incon tinent, or else 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 Duke to the Nuptial. But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into Happiness through another Man's Eyes; by fo much the more fhall I to Morrow be at the Height of HeartHeaviness, by how much I fhall think my Brother happy, in having what he wishes for.


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 Measure 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 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 shall 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 he is, and without any Danger.

Orla. Speak'it 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 Rofalend, 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 Refalind.

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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