There a girl goes before the priest; and, certainly, a woman's thought runs before her

actious.

Orl. So do all thoughts; they are winged. Ros. Now tell me, how long you would have her, after you have possessed her.

Örl. For ever, and a day.

Ros. Say a day, without the ever: No, no, Orlando; men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. I will be more jealous of thee than a Barbary cock pigeon over bis hen; more clamorous than a parrot against rain; more newfangled than an ape; more giddy in my desires than a monkey: I will weep for nothing, like Diana in the fountain, and I will do that when you are disposed to be merry; will laugh like a hyen, and that when thou art inclined to sleep.

Orl. But will my Rosalind do so?
Ros. By my life, she will do as I do.
Orl. Oh! but she is wise.

Ros. Or else she could not have the wit to do this: the wiser, the waywarder: Make the doors upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the casement; shut that, and 'twill out at the key-hole stop that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney.

Orl. A man that had a wife with such a wit, be might say,-Wit, whither wilt?

Ros. Nay, you might keep that check for it, till you met your wife's wit going to your neighbour's bed.

Orl. And what wit could wit have to excuse that?

Ros. Marry, to say, she came to seek you there. You shall never take her without her answer, unless you take her without her tongue. Oh! that woman that cannot make her fault her husband's occasion, let her never nurse her child herself, for she will breed it like a fool.

Orl. For these two hours, Rosalind, I will leave thee.

Ros. Alas! dear love, I cannot lack thee two hours.

Orl. I must attend the duke at dinner; by two o'clock I will be with thee again.

Ros. Ay, go your ways, go your ways;-! knew what you would prove; my friends told me as much, and I thought no less-that flattering tongue of your's won me :-'tis but one cast away, and so,-come, death.-Two o'clock is your hour?

Orl. Ay, sweet Rosalind.

Ros. By my troth, and in good earnest, and so God mend me, and by all pretty oaths that are not dangerous, if you break one jot of your promise, or come one minute behind your hour, I will think you the most pathetical break-promise, and the most hollow lover, and the most unworthy of her you call Rosalind, that may be chosen out of the gross band of the unfaithful: therefore beware my censure, and keep your promise.

Orl. With no less religion, than if thou wert indeed my Rosalind: So adieu,

Ros. Well time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let time try: Adieu ! [Exit ORLANDO. Cel. You have simply misused our sex in your love-prate: we must have your doublet and hose plucked over your head, and show the world what the bird hath done to her own

nest.

Ros. O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that thou didst know how many fathom deep I am in love! But it cannot be sounded; my affection bath an unknown bottom, like the bay of Portugal.

Cel. Or rather bottomless; that as fast as you pour affection in, it runs out.

Bar the doors.

:

Ros. Come, come, you are a fool,
And turn'd into the extremity of love.
I saw her hand she has a leathern hand,
A freestone-colour'd hand; I verily did think
That her old gloves were on, but 'twas her
bands;

She has a buswife's hand: but that's no matter :
I say, she never did invent this letter;
This is a man's invention, and his hand.
Sil. Sure, it is her's.

Ros. Why, 'tis a boisterous and cruel style,

• Melancholy.

+ This noisy scene is introduced merely to All up an interval which is to represent two hours.

mede.

Touch. It is meat and drink to me to see a clown: By my troth we that have good wits, have much to answer for; we shall be flouting ; we cannot hold.

Will. Good even, Audrey.

Aud. God ye good even, William.
Will. And good even to you, Sir.

Touch. Good even, gentle friend: Cover thy head, cover thy head; nay, pr'ythee, be covered. How old are you, friend?

Will. Five and twenty, Sir.

Touch. A ripe age: Is thy name, William ? Will. William, Sir.

Touch. A fair name: Wast born i'the forest here ?

Will. Ay, Sir, I thank God.

Touch. Thank God-a good answer: Art rich ?

Will. 'Faith, Sir, so, so.

Touch. So, so, is good, very good, very excellent good-and yet it is not; it is but so so, Art thou wise?

Will. Ay, Sir, I have a pretty wit. Touch. Why, thou say'st well. I do now remember a saying: The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. The 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.
Touch. Give me your hand: Art thou learned?
Will. No, Sir.

Touch. Then learn this of me; To have, is to

being poured out of a cup into a glass, by filling the one doth empty the other: For all your wri ters do consent, that ipse is he; now you are not ipse, for I am he.

Will. Which he, Sir?

Touch. 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 iş, abandon the society of this female; or, clown, thou perishest; or, to thy better understanding, diest; 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 bastinado, or in steel; I will bandy with thee in faction; í 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 rest you merry, Sir.

Enter CORIN.

[Erit.

Orl. You have my consent. Let your wedthither will I invite the ding be to-morrow : duke, and all his contented followers: Go you, and prepare Aliena; for, look you, here comes my Rosalind.

Ros. God save you, brother.

Oli. And you, fair sister.

Ros. O my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to see thee wear thy heart in a scarf. Orl. It is my arm.

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

Orl. Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady.

Ros. Did young brother tell you how I counterfeited to swoon, when he showed me your handkerchief?

Orl. Ay, and greater wonders than that.

Ros. Oh! I know where you are :-Nay, 'tis true: there was never any thing so sudden, but the fight of two rams, and Cæsar's thrasonical brag of-I came, saw, and overcame : For your brother and my sister no sooner met, but they looked; no sooner looked, but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed, but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason, but they sought the remedy: and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs 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.

Orl. I sometimes do believe, and sometimes do not;

A those that fear they hope, and know they fear.

Enter ROSALIND, SILVIUS, and PHEBE. Ros. Patience once more, whiles our compact is urg'd:

You say, if I bring in your Rosalind,

[To the DUKE.

You will bestow her on Orlando here? Duke S. That would I, had I kingdoms to give with her.

Ros. And you say, you will have ner, when I bring her? [To ORLANDO. Orl. That would 1, were 1 of all kingdoms king.

Ros. You say, you'll marry me, if I be willing? [To PHEBE. Phe. That will I, should I die the hour after. Ros. But, if you do refuse to marry me, You'll give yourself to this most faithful shepherd ?

Phe. So is the bargain.

Ros. You say, that you'll have Phebe, if she will? [To SILVIUS. and death were both

Sil. Though to have her one thing. Ros. I have promised to make all this matter

even.

Keep you your word, O duke, to give your

daughter ;

Touch. According to the fool's bolt, Sir, and such dulcet diseases.

Jaq. But for the seventh cause; how did you find the quarrel on the seventh cause?

Touch. Upon a lie seven times removed ; — Bear your body more seeming, Audrey :-as thus, Sir. I did dislike the cut of a certain courtier's beard; he sent me word, if I said bis beard was not cut well, he was in the mind it was: This is called the Retort courteous. If I sent him word again, it was not well cut, he would send me word, he cut it to please himself: This is called the Quip modest. If again, it was not well cut, he disabled my judgment: This is called the Reply churlish. If again, it was not well eut, he would answer, I spake not true: This is called the Reproof valiant. If again, it was not well cut, he would say, I lie: This is called the Countercheck quarrelsome: and so to the Lie circumstantial, and the Lie direct.

Jaq. And how oft did you say, his beard was not well cut?

Touch. I durst go no further than the Lie circumstantial, nor he durst not give me the Lie direct; and so we measured swords, and parted.

Jaq. Can you nominate in order now the degrees of the lie?

[Exeunt ROSALIND and CELIA. Duke S. I do remember in this shepherd-boy Some lively touches of my daughter's favour. Orl. My lord, the first time that I ever saw him,

Methought he was a brother to your daughter :
But, my good lord, this boy is forest-born!
And hath been tutor'd in. the rudiments
Of many desperate studies by his uncle,
Whom he reports to be a great magician,
Obscured in the circle of this forest.

Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY,

the third, the Reply churlish; the fourth, the Reproof valiant; the fifth, the Counterebeek quarrelsome: the sixth, the Lie with circumstance; the seventh, the Lie direct. All these you may avoid, but the lie direct; and you may avoid that too, with an If. I knew when seven justices could not take up a quarrel; but when the parties were met themselves, one of them thought but of an If, as If you said so, then I said so; and they shook hands, and swore brothers. Your If is the only peacemaker; much virtue in If.

Jaq. Is not this a rare fellow, my lord? he's as good at any thing, and yet a fool.

Duke S. He uses his folly like a stalking-horse, and under the presentation of that, he shoots his wit.

coming to the ark! Here

comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called fools.

Touch. Salutation and greeting to you all! Jaq. Good my lord, bid him welcome: This is the motley-minded gentleman, that I bave so often met in the forest: he hath been a courtier, he swears.

Touch. it any man doubt that, let him put me to my purgation. I have trod a measure; * [ have flattered a lady: I have been politic with my friend, smooth with my enemy; I have undone three tailors; I have had four quarrels, and like to have fought one.

Jaq. And how was that ta'en up? Touch. 'Faith, we met, and found the quarrel was upon the seventh cause.

Jaq. How seventh cause ?-Good my lord, like this fellow.

Duke S. like him very well.

Touch. God'ild you, Sir; I desire you of the like. I press in here, Sir, amongst the rest of the country copulatives, to swear, and to forswear; according as marriage binds, and blood breaks :-A poor virgin, Sir, an ill favoured thing, Sir, but mine own; a poor bumour of mine, to take that that no man else will: Rich honesty owells like a miser, Sir, in a poor-house as your pearl, in your foul oyster.

Duke S. By my faith, he is very swift and sententious.

A stately solemn dance.

clothes; and CELIA.

Still Music.