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Ros. I will speak to him like a saucy lacquey, Ros. There is none of my uncle's marks upon you: and under that habit play the knave with him. -- he taught me how to know a man in love; in which Do you hear, forester ?

cage of rushes, I am sure, you are not prisoner, Orl. Very well; What would you?

Orl. What were his marks? Ros. I pray you, what is't a'clock?

Ros. A lean cheek; which you have not: a blue Orl. You should ask me, what time o' day; there's eye, and sunken; which you have not : an unno clock in the forest.

questionable spirit;o which you have not: a beart Ros. Then, there is no true lover in the forest; neglected; which you have not :--but I pardon else sighing every minute, and groaning every hour, you for that; for, simply, your having“ in beard is would detect the lazy foot of time, as well as a clock. a younger brother's revenue :—Then your hose

Orl. And why not the swift foot of time ? had should be ungarter'd, your bonnet unbanded, your not that been as proper ?

sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe untied, and every Ros. By no means, sir ; Time travels in divers thing about you demonstrating acareless desolation. paces with divers persons: I'll tell you who time But you are no such man; you are rather pointambles withal, who time trots withal, who time devices in your accoutrements; as loving yourself, gallops withal, and who he stands still withal. than seeming the lover of any other.

Orl. I pr’ythee, who doth he trot withal. Orl. Fair youth, I would I could make thee

Ros. Marry, he trots hard with a young maid, believe I love. between the contract of her marriage, and the day Ros. Me believe it? you may as soon make her it is solemnized : is the interim be but a se'nnight, that you love believe it'; which, I warrant, she is time's pace is so hard that it seems the length of apter to do, than to confess she does: that is one seven years.

of the points in the which women still give the lie Orl,'Who ambles time withal ?

to their consciences. But, in good sooth, are you Ros. With a priest that lacks Latin, and a rich he that hangs the verses on the trees, wherein man that hath

the gout: for the one sleeps ea- Rosalind so admired ? sily, because he cannot study; and the other lives Orl. I swear to thee, youth, by the white hand merrily, because he feels no pain: the one lacking of Rosalind, I am that he, that unfortunate he. the burden of lean and wasteful learning ; the Ros. But are you so much in love as your rhymes other knowing no burden of heavy tedious penury : speak ? These time ambles withal.

Orl. Neither rhyme nor reason can express bow Orl. Who doth he gallop withal ?

much. Ros. With a thief to the gallows: for though he Ros. Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, go as softly as foot can fall, he thinks himself too deserves as well a dark house and a whip, as madsoon there.

men do: and the reason why they are not so puOrl. Who stays it still withal ?

nished and cured, is, that the lunacy is so ordinary, Ros. With lawyers in the vacation: for they sleep that the whippers are in love too : Yet I profess between term and term, and then they perceive not curing it by counsel. how time moves.

Orl. Did you ever cure any so? Orl. Where dwell you, pretty youth?

Ros. Yes, one; and in this manner. He was to Rog. With this shepherdess, my sister ; here in imagine me his love, his mistress; and I set him the skirts of the forest, like fringe upon a petticoat. every day to woo me: At which time would I, Orl. Are you a native of this place ?

being but a moonish' youth, grieve, be effeminate, Ros. As the coney, that you see dwell where changeable, longing, and liking; proud, fantastishe is kindled.

cal, a pish, shallow, inconstant, full of tears, full of Orl. Your accent is something finer than you smiles; for every passion something, and for no could purchase in so remov'd' a dwelling. passion truly any thing, as boys and women are for

Ros. I have been told so of many: but, indeed, the most part cattle of this colour: would now like an old religious uncle of mine taught me to speak, him, now loath him ; then entertain him, then forwho was in his youth an in-landa man; one that swear him; now weep for him, then spit at him; knew courtship too well, for there he fell in love. that I drave my suitor from his mad humour of love, I have heard him read many lectures against it; to a living humour of madness; which was, to forand I thank God, I am not a woman, to be touch'd swear the full stream of the world, and to live in a with so many giddy offences as he hath generally nook merely monastic : And thus I cured him ; tax'd their whole sex withal.

and this way will I take upon me to wash your Orl. Can you remember any of the principal liver as clean as a sound sheep's heart, that there evils, that he laid to the charge of women ? shall not be one spot of love in't.

Rós. There were none principal; they were all Orl. I would not be cured, youth. like one another, as half-pence are: 'every one fault Ros. I would cure you, if you would but call seeming monstrous, till his fellow fault came to me Rosalind, and come every day to my cote, and match it. Orl. I pr'ythee, recount some of them.

Orl. Now, by the faith of my love, I will; tell Ros. No; I will not cast away my physic, but me where it is. on those that are sick. There is a man haunts the Ros. Go with me to it, and I'll show it you : and, forest, that abuses our young plants with carving by the way, you shall tell me where in the forest Rosalind on their barks; hangs odes upon haw- you live: Will you go? thorns, and elegies on brambles; all, forsooth, Orl. With all my heart, good youth. deifying the name of Rosalind : if I could meet Ros. Nay, you must call me Rosalind :-Come, that fancy-monger, I would give him some good sister, will you go?

[Exeunt. counsel, for he seems to have the quotidian of love

SCENE III.- Enter Touchstone, and Audrey ; Orl. I am he that is so love-shaked; I pray you,

Jaques at a distance, observing them. tell me your remedy.

Touch. Come apace, good Audrey ; I will fetch (!) Sequestered. (2) Civilized. 13) A spirit averse to conversation. (4) Estate. !5) Over-exact. 16) Variable.

Woo me.

upon him.

up your goats, Audrey : And how, Audrey ? am !). Jaq. (Discovering himself.] Proceed, proceed ; the man yet? Doth my simple feature content you? I'll give her.

Aud. Your features ! Lord warrant us ! what Touch. Good even, good master What ye call!! : features ?

How do you, sir ? You are very well met: God'ild Touch. I am here with thee and thy goats, as you' for your last company: I'am very glad to see the most capricious' poct, honest Ovid, was among you :-Even a toy in hand here, sir :-Nay; pray, the Goths.

be cover'd. Jaq. O knowledge ill-inhabited !2 worse than Jaq. Will you be married, motley ? Jove in a thatch'd house!

(Aside. Touch. As the ox hath his bow, sir, the horse Touch. When a man's verses cannot be under- his curb, and falcon her bells, so man hath his stood, nor a man's good wit seconded with the for- desires ; and as pigeons bill, so wedlock would be ward child, understanding, it strikes a man more nibbling: dead than a great reckoning in a little room : Jaq. And will you, being a man of your breedTruly, I would the gods had made thee poetical. Jing, be married under a bush, like a beggar ? Get

Aid. I do not know what poetical is : Is it you to church, and have a good priest that can tell honest in deed, and word ? Is it a true thing? you what marriage is : this fellow will but join you

Touch. No, truly; for the truest poetry is the together as they join wainscot; then one of you most feigning; and lovers are given to poetry; and will prove a shrunk pannel, and, like green timber, what they swear in poetry, may be said, as lovers, warp, warp. they do feign.

Touch, I am not in the mind but I were better Jud. Do you wish then, that the gods had made to be married of him than of another: for he is not me poetical?

like to marry me well; and not being well married, Touch. I do, truly: for thou swear'st to me, thou it will be a good excuse for me hereafter to leave art honest; now, if thou wert a poet, I might have my wife.

(Aside. some hope thou didst feign.

Jaq. Go thou with me, and let me counsel thee. Au. Would you not have me honest ?

Touch. Come, sweet Audrey ; Touch. No truly, unless thou wert hard-favour'd: We must be married, or we must live in bawdry. for honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey a Farewell, good master Oliver ; sauce to sugar.

Not- sweet Oliver, Jaq. A material fool !3

(Aside. Jud. Well, I am not fair ; and therefore I pray Leave me not behi' thee; the gods make me honest !

But-Wind away, Touch. Truly, and to cast away honesty upon

Begone, I say, a foul slut, were to put good meat into an unclean I will not to wedding wi' thee. dish.

(Exe. Jaq. Touch, and Audrey. Aud. I am not a slut, though I thank the gods I Sır Oli. 'Tis no matter ; ne'er a fantastical knave am foul."

of them all shall flout me out of my calling. (Ex. Touch. Well, praised be the gods for thy foulness! sluttishness may come hereafter. But be it SCENE IV.-The same. Before a Cottage. as it may be, I will marry thee: and to that end I

Enter Rosalind and Celia. have been with sir Oliver Mar-text, the vicar of the Ros. Never talk to me, I will weep. next village ; who hath promised to meet me in this Cel. Do, I pr’ythee; but yet have the grace to place of the forest, and to couple us. Jaq. I would sain see this meeting.

[Aside.

consider, that tears do not become a man.

Ros. But have I not cause to weep?
Aud. Well, the gods give us joy!
Touch. Amen. A man may, if he were of a fore weep.

Cel. As good cause as one would desire; therefearful heart, stagger in this attempt; for here we

Ros. His very hair is of the dissembling colour. have no temple but the wood, no assembly but horn-beasts. But what though? Courage! As his kisses are Judas's own children.

Cel. Something browner than Judas's: marry, horns are odious, they are necessary. It is said, Ros. I'faith, his hair is of a good colour. Many a man knows no end of his goods : right:

Cel. An excellent colour : your chesnut was many a man has good horns, and knows no end of ever the only colour. them. Well, that is the dowry of his wife ; 'tis

Ros. And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the none of his own getting.- Horns! Even so :

-touch of holy bread. Poor men alone;--No, no; the noblest deer hath Cel. He háth bought a pair of cast lips of Diana : them as huge as the rascal.Is the single man a nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more reli. therefore blessed ? No: as a wall’d town is more giously; the very ice of chastity is in them. Worthier than a village, so is the forehead of a mar

Ros. But why did he swear he would come this ried man more honourable than the bare brow of a morning, and comes not? bachelor : and by how much defence is better than

Cel. Nay certainly, there is no truth in him. no skill, by so much is a horn more precious than

Ros. Do you inink so?

Cel. Yes : I think he is not a pick-purse, nor : Enler Sir Oliver Mar-text.

horse-stealer ; but for his verity in love, I do think Here comes sir Oliver:-sir Oliver Mar-text, you him as concave as a cover'd goblet, or a worn are well met: Will you despatch us here under this eaten nut. tree, or shall we go with you to your chapel ? Ros. Not true in love?

Sir Oli. Is there none here to give the woman? Cel. Yes, when he is in ; but, I think he is not in. Touch. I will not take her on gift of any man.

Ros. You have heard him swear downright, he Sir Oli. Truly, she must be given, or the mar. was. riage is not lawlúl.

Cel. Was is not is : besides, the oath of a lover

is no stronger than the word of a tapster; they are (1) Lascivious. (2) I-lodged. (3) A fool with matter in him. (5) Lean deer are called rascal deer.

Yoke

to want.

(4) Homely. (8) The art of fencing. (7) God reward you

both tne confirmers of false reckonings : He at- Come not thou near me: and, when that time comes, tends here in the forest on the duke your father. Amict me with thy mocks, pity me not;

Ros. I met the duke yesterday, and had much As, till that time, I shall not pity thee. question' with him. He asked me, of what parent- Ros. And why, I pray you? (Advancing.) Who age I was; I told him, of as good as he: so he might be your mother, laugh'd, and let me go. But what talk we of That you insult, exult, and all at once, fathers, when there is such a man as Orlando? Over ihe wretched ? What though you have more

Cel.'o, that's a brave man! be writes brave beauty, verses, speaks brave words, swears brave oaths, (As, by my faith, I see no more in you and breaks them bravely, quite traverse, athwart Than without candle may go dark to bed,) the heart of his lover: as a puny tilter, that spurs Must you be therefore proud and pitiless his horse but on one side, breaks his staff like a noble Why, what means this? Why do you look on me? goose: but all's brave, that youth mounts, and folly I see no more in you, than in the ordinary guides :-Who comes here!

of nature's sale-work:-Od's my little life!

I think, she means to tangle my eyes too :-
Enter Corin.

No, 'faith, proud mistress, hope not after it; Cor. Mistress, and master, you have oft inquired Tis not your inky brows, your black-silk hair, After the shepherd that complain’d of love;

Your bugle eye-balls, nor your cheek of cream, Who you saw sitting by me on the turf,

That can entame my spirits to your worship.Praising the proud disdainful shepherdess

You foolish shepherd, wherefore do you follow her, That was his mistress.

Like foggy south, puting with wind and rain ? Cel.

Well, and what of him? Lou are a thousand times a properer man, Cor. If you will see a pageant truly play'd,

Than she a woman: 'Tis such fools as you, Between the pale complexion of true love

That make the world full of ill-favour'd children. And the red glow of scorn and proud disdain,

'Tis not her glass, but you, that flatters her; Go hence a little, and I shall conduct you,

And out of you she sees herself more proper, If you will mark'it.

Than any of her lineaments can show her. Ros. 0, come, let us remove;

But, mistress, know yoursell; down on your knees, The sight of lovers feedeth those in love'

And thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love: Bring us unto this sight, and you shall say,

For I must tell you friendly in your ear,l'll prove a busy actor in their play. [Exeunt.

Sell when you can; you are not for all markets:

Cry the man mercy; love him ; take his offer; SCENE V.-Another part of the Forest. Enter Foul is most soul, being foul to be a scoffer. Silvius and Phebe.

So take her to thee, shepherd ;-fare you well. Sil, Sweet Phebe, do not scorn me; do not,

Phe. Sweet youth, I pray you, chide a year to Phebe:

gether; Say, that you love me not; but say not so

I had rather hear you chide, than this man woo. In bitterness : The common executioner,

Ros. He's fallen in love with her foulness, and Whose heart the accustom'd sight of death makes she'll fall in love with my anger: If it be so, as hard,

fast as she answers thee with frowning looks, I'N Falls not the axe upon the humble neck,

sauce her with bitter words.-Why look you 80 But first begs pardon; Will you sterner be

upon me? Than he that dies and lives by bloody drops ?

Phe. For no ill will I bear you.
Enter Rosalind, Celia, and Corin, at a distance. For I am falser than vows made in wine :

Ros. I pray you, do not fall in love with me, Phe. I would not be thy executioner;

Besides, I like you not : If you will know my house, I fly thee, for I would not injure thee.

'Tis at the tuit of olives, here hard by :Thou tell'st me, there is murder in mine eye : Will you go, sister ?-Shepherd, ply her hard :'Tis pretty, sure, and very probable,

Come, sister: Shepherdess, look on him better, That eyes,—that are the frail'st and softest things, And be not proud : though all the world could see, Who shut their coward gates on atomies, None could be so abus'd'in sight as he. Should be callid tyrants, butchers, murderers ! Come, to our flock. (Exe. Ros. Cel. and Cor. Now I do frown on thee with all my heart; Phé. Dear shepherd! now I find thy saw of might; And, if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill Who ever lov’d, ihat lov'd not a. Arst sight ? thee;

Sil. Sweet Phebe,Now counterfeit to swoon; why now fall down;

Phe.

Ha! what say'st thou, Silvius ? Or, if thou canst not, 0, for shame, for shame, Sil. Sweet Phebe, pity me. Lie not, to say mine eyes are murderers.

Phe. Why, I am sorry for thee, gentle Silvius, Now show the wound mine eye hath made in thee: Sil. Wherever sorrow is, relief would be ; Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remains If you do sorrow at my grief in love, Some scar of it; lean but upon a rush,

By giving love, your sorrow and my grief The cicatrice and capable impressure

Were both extermin'd. Thy palm some moment keeps: but now mine eyes, Phe. Thou hast my love ; Is not that neighbourly? Which I have darted at thee, hurt thee not;

Sil. I would have you. Nor, I am sure, there is no force in eyes

Phe.

Why, that were covetousness That can do hurt.

Silvius, the time was, that I hated thee;
Sil.
O dear Phebe,

And yet it is not, that I bear thee love:
If ever (as that ever may be near,)

But since that thou canst talk of love so well, You meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy, Thy company, which erst was irksome to me, Then shall you know the wounds invisible I will endure; and I'll cmploy thee too : That love's keen arrows make.

But do not look for further recompense, Phe.

But, till that time, Than thine own gladness that thou art employ'd

Sil. So holy, and so perfect is my love, (1) Conversation. (2) Mistress. (3) Love. And I in such a poverty of grace,

my often rumination wraps me, is a most humorous your suit. Am not our apparel, and yet out of

That I shall think it a most plenteous crop and to have nothing, is to have rich eyes and poor To glean the broken ears alter the man

hands. That the main harvest reaps: loose now and then Jaq. Yes, I have gained my experience. A scatter'd smile, and that I'll live upon.

Enter Orlando. Phe. Know'st thou the youth that spoke to me ere while ?

Ros. And your experience makes you sad: I Sit. Not very well, but I have met him ost; had rather have a fool to make me merry, than exAnd he hath bought the cottage, and the bounds, perience to make me sad; and to travel for it too. That the old carlot' once was master of.

Orl. Good day, and happiness, dear Rosalind ! Phe. Think not I love him, though I ask for him;). Jag. Nay, then, God be wi' you, an you talk in 'Tis but a peevishboy :-yet he talks well ;--

blank verse.

(Exit. But what care I for words? yet words do well, Ros. Farewell, monsieur traveller : Look, you When he that speaks them pleases those that hear. lisp, and wear strange suits ; disable* all the beneIt is a pretty youth:-not very pretty :

fits of your own country; be out of love with your But, suire he's

proud; and yet his pride becomes him: nativity, and almost chide God for making you that TIe'll make a proper man: The best thing in him countenance you are ; or I will scarce think you Is his complexion; and faster than his tongue have swam in a gondola.-Why, how now, OrlanDid make offence, his eye did heal it up. do! Where have you been all this while? You a He is not tall; yet for his years he's tall: lover?-An you serve me such another trick, never llis leg is but so so; and yet ’lis well :

come in my sight more. There was a pretty redness in his lip;

Orl. My fair Rosalind, I come within an hour of A little riper and more lusty red

my promise. Than thai mix'd in his cheek; 'twas just the dif Ros. Break an hour's promise in love? He that ference

will divide a minute into a thousand parts, and Betwixt the constant red, and mingled damask. break but a part of the thousandth part of a minute 'There be some women, Silvius, had they mark'd him in the affairs of love, it may be said of him, that In parcels as I did, would have gone near Cupid hath clap'd him o' the shoulder, but I'warTo fall in love with him: but, for my part, rant him heart-whole. I love him not, nor hate him not; and yet

Orl. Pardon me, dear Rosalind. I have more cause to hate him than to love him:

Ros. Nay, an you be so tardy, come no more in For what had he to do to chide at me ?

my sight; I'had as lief be wood ot a snail. He said, mine eyes were black, and my hair black ; Orl. or a snail ? And, now I am remember'd, scorn'd at me: Ros. Ay, of a snail; for though he comes slowly, i marvel, why I answer'd not again :

he carries his house on his head; a better jointure, 'Pit that's all one ; omittance is no quittance. I think, than you can make a woman: Besides, he I'll write to him a very taunting letter,

brings his destiny with him. And thou shalt bear it; Wilt thou, Silvius? Orl. What's that? Sil . Phebe, with all my heart.

Ros. Why, horns; which such as you are fain Phe.

I'll write it straight; to be beholden to your wives for: but he comes The matter's in my head, and in my heart : armed in his fortune, and prevents the slander of I will be bitter with him, and passing short : his wife. Go with me, Silvius.

(Exeunt. Orl. Virtue is no horn-maker; and my Rosalind

is virtuous.

Ros. And I am your Rosalind.
ACT IV.

Cel. It pleases him to call you so; but he hath

a Rosalind of a better leer than you. SCENE I.-The same. Enler Rosalind, Celia,

Ros. Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in and Jaques.

a holiday humour, and like enough to consent:

What would you say to me now, an I were your Jaq. I pr’ythee, pretty youth, let me be better very very Rosalind ? acquainted with thee.

Orl. I would kiss, before I spoke. Ros. They say, you are a melancholy fellow. Ros. Nay, you were better speak first; anc Jaq. I am so ; 'I do love it better than laughing. when you were gravelled for lack of matter, you

Ros. Those, that are in extremity of either, are might take occasion to kiss. Very good orators, abominable fellows; and betray themselves to when they are out, they will spit; and for lovers every modern censure, worse than drunkards. lacking (God warn us !) matter, the cleanliest shin

Jaq. Why, 'tis good to be sad and say nothing. is to kiss.
Ros. Why then, 'tis good to be a post.

Orl. How is the kiss be denied ? Jaq.. I have neither the scholar's melancholy, Ros. Then she puts you to entreaty, and there which is emulation ; nor the musician's, which is begins new matter. fantastical; nor the courtier's, which is proud; nor Orl. Who could be out, being before his beloved the soldier's, which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, mistress ? which is politic; nor the lady's, which is nice ;á Ros. Marry, that should you, if I were your por the lover's, which is all these : but it is a me- mistress ; or I should think my honesty ranker than lancholy of mine own, compounded of many sim- my wit. ples, extracted from many objects : and, indeed, Orl. What, of my suit ? the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which Ros. Not out sadness.

Orl. I take some joy to say you are, because I Ros. A traveller! By my faith, you have great would be talking of her. reason to be sad: I fear, you have sold your own Ros. Well, in her person, I say, I will not have lands, to see other men's; then, to have seen much, you.

(1) Peasant. (2) Silly. 43) Trifling. (4) Undervalue. (5) Complexion.

Orl. Then, in mine own person, I die. stop that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the

Ros. No, faith, die by attorney: The poor world chimney." is almost six thousand years old, and in all this Orl. A man that had a wife with such a wit, he time there was not any man died in his own person, might say,–Wit, whither will ? videlicet, in a love-cause. Troilus had his brains Ros. Nay, you might keep that check for it, til dashed out with a Grecian club; yet he did what you met your wife's wit going to your neighbour's he could to die before; and he is one of the pat- bed. terns of love. Leander, he would have lived many Orl. And what wit could wit have to excuse that? a fair year, though Hero had turned nun, if it had Ros. Marry, to say,—she came to seek you there. not been for a hot midsummer night : for, good You shall never take her without her answer, uryouth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hel- less you take her without her tongue. 0, that lespont, and, being taken with the cramp, was woman that cannot make her fault her husband's drowned; and the foolish chroniclers of that age occasion, let her never nurse her child herself, for found it was-Hero of Sestos. But these are all she will breed it like a fool. lies; mon have died from time to time, and worms Or!. For these two hours, Rosalind, I will leave have eaten them, but not for love.

thee. Orl. I would not have my right Rosalind of this Ros. Alas, dear love, I cannot lack thee tio mind; for, I protest, her frown might kill me. hours.

Roś. By this hand, it will not kill a fly. But Orl. I must attend the duke at dinner; by two come, now I will be your Rosalind in a more o'clock I will be with thee again. coming-on disposition; and ask me what you will, Ros. Ay, go your ways, go your ways;-I knew I will grant it.

what you would prove; my friends told me as Orl. Then love me, Rosalind.

much, and I thought no less :—that flattering tongue Ros. Yes, faith will 1, Fridays, and Saturdays, of yours won me :-'tis but one cast away, and and all.

so, -come,

death.-Two o'clock is your hour ? Orl. And wilt thou have me?

Orl. Ay, sweet Rosalind. Ros. Ay, and twenty such.

Ros. By my troth, and in good earnest, and so Orl. What say'st thou ?

God mend me, and by all pretty oaths that are pot Ros. Are you not good ?

dangerous, if you break one jõt of your promise, Orl. I hope so.

or come one minute behind your hour, I will think Ros. Why then, can one desire too much of a you the most pathetical break-promise, and the good thing ?-Come, sister, you shall be the priest, most hollow lover, and the most unworthy of her and marry us.-Give me your hand, Orlando :- you call Rosalind, that may be chosen out of the What do you say, sister ?

gross band of the unfaithful: therefore beware my Orl. Pray thee, marry us.

censure, and keep your promise. Cel. I cannot say the words.

Orl. With no less religion, than if thou wert inRos. You must begin, Will you, Orlando, - deed my Rosalind : So, adieu.

Cel. Go to: -Will you, Orlando, have to wife Ros. 'Well, time is the old justice that examines this Rosalind ?

all such offenders, and let time try : Adieu! Orl. I will.

[Exit Orlando. Ros. Ay, but when ?

Cel. You have simply misus'd our sex in your Orl. Why now; as fast as she can marry us. love-prate: we must have your doublet and hose

Ros. Then you must say, - I take thee, Rosa- plucked over your head, and show the world what lind, for wife.

the bird hath done to her own nest. Orl. I take thee, Rosalind, for wife.

Ros. O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that Ros. I might ask you for your commission; but thou didst know how many fathom deep I am in -I do take thee, Orlando, for my husband: There love! But it cannot be sounded; my affection hath a girl goes before the priest; and, certainly, a an unknown bottom, like the bay of Portugal. woman's thought runs before her actions.

Cel. Or rather bottomless; that as fast as you Orl. So do all thoughts ; they are winged. pour affection in, it runs out.

Ros. Now tell me, how long you would have Ros. No, that same wicked bastard of Venus, her, after you have possessed her.

that was begot of thought,? conceived of spleer, Orl. For ever, and a day.

and born of madness; that blind rascally boy, thai Ros. Say a day, without the ever: No, no, Or- abuses every one's eyes, because his own are out, lando ; men are April when they woo, December let him be judge, how deep I am in love :-I'll when they wed: maids are May when they are tell thee, Aliena, 1 cannot be out of the sight of maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. Orlando : I'll go find a shadow, and sigh till he I will be more jealous of thee than a Barbary cock- come. pigeon over his hen; more clamorous than a par Cel. And I'll sleep.

(Ereunt. rot against rain ; more new-fangled than an ape ; more giddy in my desires than a monkey; I will SCENE II. Another part of the Forest. Enter weep for nothing, like Diana in the fountain, and Jaques and Lords, in the habit of Foresters. I will do that when you are disposed to be merry; I will laugh like a hyen, and that when thou art Jag. Which is he that killed the deer? inclined to sleep.

i Lord. Sir, it was I. Orl. But will my Rosalind do so ?

Jaq. Let's present him to the duke, like a Ro. Ros. By my life, she will do as I do.

man conqueror; and it would do well to set the Orl, 0, but she is wise.

ideer's horns upon his head, for a branch of victory: Ros. Or else she could not have the wit to do -Have you no song, forester, for this purpose ? this: the wiser, the waywarder : Make the doors 2 Lord. Yes, sir. upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the case Jaq. Sing it; 'tis no matter how it be in tune ment; shut that, and 'twill out at the key-hole; so it make noise enough. (1) Bar the doors.

12) Melancholy,

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