to-morrow; thither will I invite the Duke, and all his contended 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 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 fwoon, when he fhewed me your handkerchief? Orla. Ay, and greater wonders than that.

Rof. O, I know where you are -Nay, 'tis trueThere 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 afk'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 ftairs to marriage, which they will climb incontinent, or elfe 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 happinefs through another man's eyes! by fo much the more fhall I to morrow be at the height of heart-heavinefs, by how much I fhall

9 Clubs cannot part them.] Alluding to the way of parting dogs in wrath.

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 talk ing. 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 fhould 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 please, that I can do strange 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 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 she is, and without any danger.

Orla. Speak'ft thou in fober meaning?

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 martied to-morrow, you fhall; and to Rofalind, if you

will.

* Human as he is.] This is not a phantom, but the real Rofalind, without any of the danger generally conceived to atattend the rites of incantation.

2 Which I tender dearly, tho'

Ifay, I ama magician:] Hence it appears this was writtenin James's time, when there was a fevere inquifition after witches and magiWARBURTON.

cians.

SCENE

SCENE III.

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 defpightful and ungentle to you. You are there follow'd by a faithful fhepherd; Look upon him, love him; he worships you. Phe. Good fhepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love.

Sil. It is to be made all of fighs and tears, And fo am I for Phebe.

Phe. And I for Ganymed.

Orla. And I for Rofalind.

Rof. And I for no woman.

Sil. It is to be made all of faith and fervice;

And fo am I for Phebe.

Phe. And I for Ganymed.

Orla. And I for Rosalind.

Rof. And I for no woman.

Sil. It is to be all made of fantasy,

All made of paffion, and all made of wishes,

All adoration, duty and obfervance,

All humbleness, all patience, and impatience,
All purity, all trial, all obfervance;
And fo am I for Phebe.

Phe. And fo am I for Ganymed.

Orla. And fo am I for Rofalind.

Ref. And fo am I for no woman.

Phe. If this be fo, why blame you me to love you?

[To Rof.

Sil. If this be fo, why blame you me to love you?

[To Phe.

Orla.

Orla. If this be fo, why blame you me to love you? Rof. 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; [To Orlando.]—I would love you, if I could; [To Phebe.] to-morrow meet me all together I will marry you, [To Phebe.] if ever I marry woman, and I'll be married to-morrow-I will fatisfy you, [To Orlando.] if ever I fatisfy'd man, and you fhall be married to-morrow-I will content you, [To Silvius.] if, what pleases you, contents you; and you fhall be married to-morrow-As you love Rofalind, meet [To Orlando.] as you love Phebe, meet [To Silvius.] and as I love no woman, I'll meet-So fare you well; I have left you commands.

Sil. I'll not fail, if I live.

Phe. Nor I.

Orla. Nor I.

SCENE IV.

Enter Clown and Audrey.

[Exeunt.

Clo. To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey-to morrow 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 banifh'd Duke's pages.

Enter two pages.

1 Page. Well met, honeft gentleman.

Clo. By my troth, well met: come, fit, fit, and a

Song.

2 Page. We are for you. Sit i'th' middle.

1 Page.

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 horse.

SONG

It was a lover and his lafs,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o'er the green corn-field did pass,
In the fpring time; the pretty Spring time,
When birds did fing, hey ding a ding, ding,
Sweet lovers love the fpring.

Between the acres of the rye,

With a bey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
Thefe pretty country-folks would lie,
In the fpring time, &c.

The Carrol they began that hour,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,

How that a life was but a flower,

In the fpring time, &c.

And therefore take the prefent time,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino;

For love is crowned with the prime,

In the fpring time, &c.

Clo. Truly, young gentleman, though there was no great matter in the ditty, yet the note was very uptunable *.