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Who quickly fell before him ; in which hurtling
Cel. Are you his brother?
Was it you he rescu'd ? Cel. Was't you that did so oft contrive to kill him ?
Oli. 'Twas I; but 'tis not I: I do not shame
Ros. But, for the bloody napkin ?-
By and by.
(Rosalind faints. Oli. Many will swoon when they do look on blood. Cel. There is more in it:-Cousin—Ganymede'! Oli. Look, he recovers.
'— in which hurtling -1 To hurtle is to move with impetuosity and tumult.
1- Cousin-Ganymede !] Celia, in her first fright, forgets Rosalind's character and disguise, and calls out Cousin, then recollects herself, and says Ganymede. Johnson.
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 counterfeit 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 How you excuse my brother, Rosalind.
Ros. I shall devise something: But, I pray you, commend my counterfeiting to him :– Will you go?
SCENE I.-The same.
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 man you mean.
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. So, so, is good, very good, very excellent good :—and yet it is not; it is but so so. Art thou wise ?
Wil. 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. Then learn this of me; To have, is to have: For it is a figure in rhetorick, that drink, being poured out of a cup into a glass, by filling the one doth empty
the other: For all your writers 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 is, abandon the society of this female ; or clown, thou perishest; or, to thy better understanding, diest; to witt, 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; I will o'er-run thee with policy ; I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways; therefore, tremble and depart.
Aud. Do, good William.
Enter CORIN. Cor. Our master and mistress seek you ; come, away, away.
Touch. Trip, Audrey, trip, Audrey ;-I attend, I attend.
Enter ORLANDO and OLIVER. Orl. Is't possible, that on so little acquaintance you should like her ? that, but sceing, you should love her ? and, loving, woo? and, wooing, she should grant ? and will you perséver to enjoy her ?
Oli. Neither call the giddiness of it in question, the poverty of her, the small acquaintance, my sudden
+ “or, to wit," Malone,
wooing, nor her sudden consenting ; but say with me, I love Aliena; say, with her, that she loves me; consent with both, that we may enjoy each other; it shall be to your good; for my father's house, and all the revenue that was old sir Rowland's, will I estate upon you, and here live and die a shepherd.
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.
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 counterfeited to swoon, when he showed me your handkerchief?
Orl. Ay, and greater wonders than that.
Ros. O, 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
? And you, fair sister.] Oliver speaks to her in the character she had assumed, of a woman courted by Orlando his brother.