Was it you be rescu'd?

By and by

Oli. Twice did he targ his back, and purpos'd so.
But kindness, nobler ever than revenge,
And nature, stronger than his just occasion,
Made bim give battle to the lioness,
Who quickly fell before him; in wbich hortlinge
From miserable slumber I awak'd.

Cel. Are you his brother?
Ros.
Cel. Was't you that did so oft contrive to kill himo?

Oli. 'Twas l; but 'tis not I: I do not shame
To tell you what I was, since my conversion
So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am.

Ros. But, for the bloody napkin?

Oli.
When from the first to last, betwixt us two,
Tears our recountments had most kiadly 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 flesh away,
Which all this while had bled; and now he fainted,
And cry'd, in fainting, upon Rosalind.
Brief, I recover'd him; bound up his wound;
And, after some small space, being strong at heart,
He sent me hither, stranger as I am,
To tell this story, that you might excuse
His broken pronise, and to give this napkin,
Dy'd in this blood, unto the shepherd youth
That he in sport doth call his Rosalind.
Cel. Why, how now, Ganymede? sweet Gaby

mede ?
Oli. Many will swoon when they do look OD

blood.
Cel. There is more in it:-Cousin-Ganymede!
Oli. Look, he recovers.

[ Rosalind faints.

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Scuffle,

I 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? You lack a man's heart.

Ros. 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!

Oli. This was not counterfeit; there is too great testimony in your complexion, that it was a passion of earnest

Ros. Counterfeit, I assure you,

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

Ros. 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

you excuse my brother, Rosalind. Ros. I shall devise something: But, I pray you, commend my counterfeiting to him :-Will you go?

(Eseunt.

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Enter Touchstone and Audrey. Touch. We shall find a time, Audrey; patience, gentle Audrey.

Aud. 'Faith, the priest was good enough, for all the old gentleman's saying.

Touch. A most wicked sir Oliver, Audrey, a most vile Mar-text. But, Audrey, there is a youth here in the forest lays claim to you.

Aud. Ay, I know who 'tis, he hath no interest in me in the world: here comes the inan you mean.

mede!

Blood.

1. There is more in it:-Cousi-Game

Look, he recovers.

Scuttle,

Enter William.
Touch. It is meat and drivk to me, to see a
clown: By my troth, we that have good wits, have
much to answer for; we shall be fouting; we can.
pot 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, prythee, 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 remem ber a saying; The fool doth think he is wise, but

the wise man knows himself to be a fool. The hea. then philosopher, when he had a desire to eat & mouth; meaning thereby, that grapes were made grape, would open his lips when he put it into his to eat, and lip3 to open. You do love this maid?,

Will. I do, sir.
Touch. Give me your hand: Art thou learned?
Will. No, sir.

Touch. Tliep learn this of me; To havc, is to
have: For it is a figure in rhetorick, that drink be-
ing poured out of a cup into a glass, by filling the
oue doth empty the other: For all your writers do
I am he.
consent, that ipse is he; now you are not ipse, for

IVill. Which he, sir?

land's, will I estate upon you, and here live and die a shepherd.

Enter Rosalind.

Orl. You have my consent. 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.

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 your brother tell you how I counterfeit; ed to swoon, when he showed me your handkerchief?

Orl. Ay, and greater wonders than that.

Ros. 0, 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 came, sau, and overcame : For your brother and my sister no soover met, but they looked; no soon er 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 be. fore marriage: they are in the very wrath of love, and they will together; clubs cannot part them. bid the duke to the nuptial. But, o, how bitter a Ori. They shall be married to

morrow; and I will thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes! By so much the more shall I to-morrow be at the height of heart-heaviness, by how much I shall think my brother happy, in having what he

wishes for,