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to bondage; I will deal in poifon with thee, or in bastinado, or in fteel; I will bandy with thee in faction; I will over-run thee with policy; I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways; therefore tremble and depart.

Aud. Do, good William.
Will. God reft you merry, Sir.

[Exit.

Enter Corin.

Cor. Our mafter and mistress feek you; come away, away.

Clo. Trip, Audrey; trip, Audrey; I attend, I attend. [Exeunt,

SCENE II.

Enter Orlando and Oliver.

Orla. Is't poffible, that on fo little acquaintance you fhould like her? that, but feeing, you should love her? and loving, woo? and wooing, the fhould grant? and will you perfevere to enjoy her?

Oli. Neither call the giddinefs of it in queftion, the poverty of her, the fmall acquaintance, my fudden wooing, nor her fudden confenting; but fay with me, I love Aliena; fay with her, that the loves me; confent with both, that we may enjoy each other; it shall be to your good; for my father's houfe, and all the revenue that was old Sir Rowland's, will I estate upon you, and here live and die a fhepherd.

Enter Rofalind.

Orla. You have my confent. Let your wedding be

7 I will deal in poifonwith thee, All this feems to be an allufion or in baftinado, or in fleel; I will to Sir Thomas Overbury's affair. bandy with thee in faction, &c.] WARBURTON.

to-morrow;

to-morrow; thither will I invite the Duke, and all his contented followers: go you, and prepare Aliena; for, look you, here comes my Rofalind.

Rof. God fave you, brother.

Oli. And you, fair fifter .

Rof. Oh, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to fee thee wear thy heart in a scarf.

Orla. It is my arm.

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

Orla. Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady. Rof. Did your brother tell you how I counterfeited: to fwoon, when he fhewed me your handkerchief? Orla. Ay, and greater wonders than that.

Rof. O, I know where you are-Nay, 'tis trueThere was never any thing fo fudden, but the fight of two rams, and Cafar's thrafonical brag of I came, faw, and overcame: for your brother and my fifter no fooner met, but they look'd; no fooner look'd, but they lov'd; no fooner lov'd, but they figh'd; no fooner figh'd, but they afk'd one another the reafon; no fooner knew the reafon but they fought the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a pair of ftairs 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 9.

Orla. They fhall be married to-morrow; and I will bid the Duke to the Nuptial. But, O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes! by fo much the more fhall I to-morrow be at the height of heart-heavinefs, by how much I fhall

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And you, fair fifter.] I know not why Oliver fhould call RoJalind fifter. He takes her yet to be a man. I fuppofe we fhould read, and you, and your

fair fifter.

9 Clubs cannot part them.] Alluding to the way of parting dogs in wrath.

think my brother happy, in having what he wishes

for.

Rof. Why then to-morrow I cannot serve your turn for Rofalind?

Orla. I can live no longer by thinking.

Rof. I will weary you then no longer with idle talking. Know of me then, for now I fpeak to fome purpose, that I know you are a gentleman of good conceit. I fpeak not this, that you should bear a good opinion of my knowledge; infomuch, I fay, I know what you are; neither do I labour for a greater efteem than may in fome measure draw a belief from you to do yourself good, and not to grace me. Believe

then, if you please, that I can do strange things; I have, fince I was three years old, converst with a magician, moft profound in his Art, and yet not damnable. If you do love Rofalind fo near the heart, as your gefture cries it out, when your brother marries Aliena, you shall marry her. I know into what ftreights of for tune fhe is driven; and it is not impoffible to me, if it appear not inconvenient to you, to fet her before your eyes to-morrow; human as she is ', and without any danger.

Orla. Speak'ft thou in fober meaning?

Rof. By my life, I do; which I tender dearly, tho' I fay, I am a magician: therefore put you on your beft array; bid your friends; for if you will be married to-morrow, you shall will.

1 Human as he is.] This is not a phantom, but the real Rofalind, without any of the danger generally conceived to attend the rites of incantation.

2 Which I tender dearly, tho'

and to Rofalind, if you

I fay I am a magician :] Hence it appears this was written in James's time, when there was a fevere inquifition after witches. and magicians.

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Look, here comes a lover of mine, and a lover of hers.

Phe. Youth, you have done me much ungentleness, To fhew the letter that I writ to you.

Rof. I care not, if I have: it is my study To seem despiteful and ungentle to you. You are there follow'd by a faithful fhepherd, Look upon him, love him; he worships you. Phe. Good fhepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love.

Sil. It is to be made all of fighs and tears, And fo am I for Phebe.

Phe. And I for Ganymed.

Orla. And I for Ref. lind.
Rof. And I for no woman.

Sil. It is to be made all faith and service;

And fo am I for Phebe.

Phe. And I for Ganymed.

Orla. And I for Rofalind.

Rof. And I for no woman.

Sil. It is to be all made of fantasy,

All made of paffion, and all made of wishes,

All adoration, duty, and obfervance,

All humbleness, all patience, and impatience,
All purity, all trial, all obfervance,

And fo am I for Phebe.

Phe. And fo am I for Ganymed.

Orla. And fo am I for Refalind.

Rof. And fo am I for no woman.

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

[To Rof.

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

[To Phe.

Orla.

Orla. If this be fo, why blame you me to love you? Rof. Who do you fpeak to, why blame you me to love you?

Orla. To her that is not here, nor doth not hear. Rof. Pray you, no more of this; 'tis like the howling of Irish wolves against the moon-I will help you, if I can; [To Orlando.]- -I would love you, if I could; [To Phebe]-to-morrow meet me all together-I will marry you, [To Phebe.] if ever I marry woman, and I'll be married to-morrow-I will fatisfy you, [To Orlando.] if ever I fatisfy'd man, and you fhall be married to-morrow-I will content you, [To Silvius.] if, what pleases you, contents you; and you fhall be married to-morrow-As you love Rofalind, meet [To Orlando.]-as you love Phebe, meet [To Silvius-and as I love no woman, I'll meetfare you well; I have left your commands. Sil. I'll not fail, if I live.

Phe. Nor I.

Orla. Nor I.

SCENE IV.

Enter Clown and Audrey.

-So

Exeunt.

Clo. To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey-to morrow will we be married.

Aud. I do defire it with all my heart; and, I hope, it is no difhoneft defire, to defire to be a woman of the world. Here come two of the banish'd Duke's pages.

Enter two Pages.

1 Page. Well met, honeft gentleman.

Clo. By my troth, well met: come, fit, fit, and a Song.

2 Page. We are for you. Sit i'th' middle.

1 Pagel

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