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 answer 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. Glo. A ripe age. Is thy name William ? Will. William, Sir. Clo. A fair name. Waft born i' th' foreft here? Art rich. 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 thank God. Clo.. Thank God: a good anfwer. Will. 'Faith, Sir, fo, fo. Will. Ay, Sir, I have a pretty wit. Clo. Why, thou fay'it well: I do now remember a faying, 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. Cle. Give me your hand. Art thou learned? Clo. Then learn this of me; to have, is to have. For it is a figure in rhetoric, that drink being poured out of a cup into a glafs, by filling the cne doth empty VOL. II. A a the the other. For all your writers do confent that ipfe is he now you are not ipse; 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; 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; I will deal in poifon 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. Enter Corin. [Exit. Cor. Our mafter and mistress feek you; come away, away. SCENE II. Enter Orlando and Oliver. Orla. Is't poffible, that on fo little acquaintance you hould like her? that, but feeing, you fhould love her? and loving, woo? and wooing, fhe fhould grant? and will you perfevere to enjoy her? Oli. Neither call the giddinefs of it in queftion, thè poverty of her, the fmall acquaintance, my fudden wooing, nor her fudden confenting; but fay with me, I love Aliena; fay with her, that he 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 estate upon you, and here live and die a fhepherd. I 223 L.IN Enter Rofalind.. 1 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, took you, here comes my Rofalind. Roj. Rof. God fave you, brother. 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. ********35 ... 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. my Rof. O, I know where you are: nay, 'tis true: there was never any thing fo fudden, but the fight of two rams, and Cæfar's thrafonical brag of I came, faw, and overcame: for brother and your 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 afk'd one another the reason; no fooner knew the reafon, but they fought the remedy; and in thefe de grees have they made a pair of ftairs to marriage, which. they will climb incontinent, or elfe be incontinent be fore 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 happinels thro' 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 withes 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 purpofe, 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 yourfelf good, and not to grace me. Believe then, if you pleafe, that I can do ftrange things. I have, fince 1 was three years old, convers'd with a magician, molt A 2 2 profound profound in his art, and yet not damnable.. If you do love Rofalind fo near the heart, as your gefture cries it out, when your brother marries Aliena, you fhall marry her. I know into what ftreights of fortune fhe 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 the 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 on your beft array; bid your friends, for if you will be married to-morrow, you fhall; and to Rofalind, if you will. SCENE III. Enter Sylvius and Phebe. Look, here comes a lover of mine, and a lover of her's. Phe. Youth, you have done me much ungentleness. To fhew the letter that I writ to you. Ref. I care not, if I have: it is my study Phe. Good fhepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love. Phe. And I for Ganymede. Orla. And I for Rofalind. Ref. And I for no woman. Syl. It is to be made all of faith and service; Rof. And I for no woman. 6 Syl. It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of paffion, and all made of wishes, All adoration, duty, and obfervance, C • All humblenefs, all patience, and impatience, " All purity, all trial, all obfervance; And fo am I for Phebe. Phe. And fo am I for Ganymede. Phe Phe. If this be fo, why blame you me to love you? [To Rof. Syl. If this be fo, why blame you me to love you? [To Phe. Orla. If this be fo, why blame you me to love you? Ref. 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 together. I will marry you, if ever I marry woman, and I'll be marry'd to-morrow; [To Phebe]. I will fatisfy you, if ever I fatisfy'd man, and you fhall be marry'd to-morrow; [To Orl.]. I will content you, if what pleafes you contents you; and you thall be married to-morrow; [To Syl.]. 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 comniands. Syl. I'll not fail, if I live. Phe. Nor I. Orla. Nor I. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Enter Clown and Audrey. Clo. To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey; tomorrow will we be married. Aud, "I do defire it with all my heart; and I hope "it is no difhoneft defire, to defire to be a woman of "the world." Here come two of the banish'd Duke's pages. Enter two pages. 1 Page. Well met, honeft gentlemen. Clo. By my troth, well met; come, fit, fit, and a fong. 2 Page. We are for you, fit i' th' middle. 1 Page. Shall we clap into't roundly, without hawking, 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 horfe. A a 3 SONG. |
