heathen philofopher, when he had a defire to eat a would open his lips when he put it into his grape, mouth; meaning thereby, that grapes were made to eat, and lips to open.

You do love this maid?.

Will. I do, Sir.
Clo. Give me your hand.
Will: No, Sir. -

Art thou learned?

Clo. Then learn this of me; to have, is to have. For it is a figure in rhetoric, that drink being poured out of a cup into a glass, by filling the one doth empty the other. For all your writers do confent, that ipfe is he now you are not ipfe; for I am he. Will. Which he, Sir?

Clo. He, Sir, that must marry this woman; therefore you, clown, abandon, which is in the vulgar, leave the fociety, which in the boorish, is company, of this female; which in the common, is woman; which together is, abandon the fociety of this female; or clown, thou perifheft, or, to thy better understanding, diet; or, to wit, I kill thee, make thee away, tranflate thy life into death, thy liberty into bondage; I will deal in poison with thee, or in baftinado, or in fteel; 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.
Will. God reft you merry, Sir.

Enter CORIN.

[Exit.

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

Glo. Trip, Audrey; trip, Audrey; I attend, I attend.

Enter ORLANDO and OLIVER.

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[Exeunt.

Orla. Is't poffible that on fo little acquaintance

you should like her? that, but feeing, you should love her and loving, woo? and wocing, fhe 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; content with both, that we may enjoy each other; it fhall be to your good; for my father's houfe, and all the revenue that was old Sir Rowland's, will I eftate upon you, and here live and die a fhepherd.

Enter ROSALIND.

Orla. You have my confent. 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 Rofalind. Rof. God fave you, brother. Oli. And you, fair fister.

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 true: there was never any thing fo fudden, but the fight of two rams, and Cæfar's thrafonical brag of I came, faw, and overcame : for your brother and my fifter no fooner met, but they looked; no fooner looked, but they loved; no fooner loved, but they fighed;

no fooner fighed, but they afked one another the reafon; no fooner knew the reafon, but they fought the remedy; and in thefe degrees have they made a pair of stairs 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.

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-heaviness, by how much I shall think my brother happy, in having what he wishes for.

Rof. Why, then to-morrow I cannot ferve 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 fhould 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 foine little measure draw a belief from you to do yourself good, and not to grace me. Believe then, if you pleafe, that I can do ftrange things; I have, fince I was three years old, converfed 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 fhall marry her. I know into what ftreights of fortune 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 fhe is, and without any danger.

Orla. Speakeft thou in fober meaning?

Rof. By my life I do; which I tender dearly, though 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 fhall, and to Rofalind, if you will.

Enter SILVIUS and PHEBE.

Look, here comes a lover of mine, and a lover of her's.

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 feem defpiteful and ungentle to you:
You are there followed by a faithful fhepherd;
Look upon him, love him; he worships you.

Phe. Good thepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to Sil. It is to be made all of fighs and tears, [love And fo am I for Phebe.

Phe. And I for Ganymed.
Orla. And I for Rofalind.

Ref. And I for no woman.

Sil. It is to be made all of faith and fervice; 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 made all of fantafy,

All made of paflion, and all made of wifhes,
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 Rofalind.
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. If this be fo, why blame you me to love you? Rof. Who do you speak 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 Irifh wolves against the moon; I will help you if I can; I would love you, if I could: to-morrow meet me all together; I will marry you, if ever I marry woman, and I'll be married tomorrow; [To Phe.] I will fatisfy you, if ever I fatisfied man, and you fhall be married to-morrow; [To Orla.] I will content you, if what pleafes you contents you; and you fhall be married to-morrow. [To Sil.] As you love Rofalind, meet; 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.

Phe. Nor I.

Orla. Nor I.

Enter Clown and AUDREY.

[Exeunt.

Clo. To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey; tomorrow we will 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 comes two of the banished Duke's pages.

Enter two Pages.

1 Page. Well met, honeft gentleman.

Clo. By my troth, well met; come, fit, fit, and a fong.