Ros. And I for no woman.
Sil. It is to be all made of

fantasy,

All made of passion, and all made of wishes;

All adoration, duty, and ob

servance;

All humbleness, all patience, and impatience;

All purity, all trial, all obser

vance;

And so am I for Phebe.

Phe. And so am I for Ganymede...

Orl. And so am I for Rosalind.

Ros. And so am I for no

woman.

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

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

Orl. If this be so, why blame you me to love you?

Ros. Who do you speak to, 'Why blame you me to love you?'

Orl. To her that is not here, nor doth not hear.

Ros. Pray you, no more of this: 'tis like the howling of Irish wolves against the moon. [TO SILVIUS.] I will

help you, if I can: [To PHEBE.] I would love you, if I could. To-morrow meet me all together. [To PHEBE.] I will marry you, if ever I marry woman, and I'll be married to-morrow: [To ORLANDO.] I will satisfy you, if ever I satisfied man, and you shall be married to-morrow: [TO SILVIUS.] I will content you, if what pleases you contents you, and you shall be married to-morrow. [To ORLANDO.] As you love Rosalind, meet: [To SILVIUS.] As you love Phebe, meet: 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.:

SCENE III. Another Part of
the Forest.

Enter TOUCHSTONE and
AUDREY.

Touch. To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey; to-mor row will we be married.

Aud. I do desire it with all my heart, and I hope it is no dishonest desire to desire to

be a woman of the world. Here come two of the banished duke's pages.

Enter two Pages.

First Page. Well met, honest gentleman.

Touch. By my troth, well met. Come, sit, sit, and a song.

Second Page. We are for you: sit i' the middle.

First Page. Shall we clap into't roundly, without hawking or spitting, or saying we are hoarse, which are the only prologues to a bad voice?