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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. À man that had a wife with such a wit, lze 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, till dashed out with a Grecian club; yet he did what you met your wife's wit going to your ncighbour's he could to die before; and he is one of thc pat- bed. terns of love. Leander, he would have lived many Orl. And what wit could wit have to excuse that? a lair year, though Hero had turned nun, if it bad Ros. Marry, to say,—she came to seck you there. not been for a hot miasummer night : for, good You shall never take her without her answer, unyouth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hel- less you take her without her tongue. O, 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 hersell, for found it was-Ilero of Sestos. But thicse are all she will breed it like a fool. lics; men have died from time to time, and worms Or!. For these two hours, Rosalind, I will leave have eaten them, but not for love.

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

Ros. By this hand, it will not kill a lly. 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 thce again. coming-on disposition; and ask me what you will, Ros. Ay, go your ways, go your ways;-I know I will grant it.

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

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

so, --come, death.-Two o'clock is your hour? Orl. And wilt thou havc mci

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Orl. With no less religion, than is thou wert inRus. You must begin, --Will you, Orlando, - deed my Rosalind : So, adicu.

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

all such otlenders, 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 inust say, I take llice, Rosa- plucked orer your head, and show the world what lind, for wife.

the bird hath donc to her own nest. Ori. I take thee, Rosalind, for wife.

Ros. O coz, com, 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 lake thce, Orlando, for my husband: There love! But it cannot be sounded; my affection hath a girl goes before the pricst; and, certainly, a an imknown bottom, like the bay of Portugal. woman's thought runs before lier actions.

Cel. Or rather bottomless; that as fast as you Orl. So do all thoughts; they are winged. pour allection 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 possc:scd hier.

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

and born of inadness; that blind rascally boy, that Ros. Say a day, without the ever: No, no, Or- abuses cvery one's cyes, because his own arc out, lando; men are April when they woo, December let him be judere, how deep I am in love :-1'|| when they wed: maids are May when they are tell thee, Alicna, I 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; inore clamorous than a par- Cel. And I'll sleep.

[Exeunt. rot against rain ; more new-langled than an ape; more giddy in my desires than a monkey; I will SCENE II. Another part of the Forest. Enter weep (or nothing, like Diana in the fountain, and Jaques and Lords, în the habit of Foreslers. I will do that when you are disposed to be merry; I will laugh like a hyen, and that when thou art Jaq. 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 tbe Orl. o, 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.

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Would they work in mild aspéct? 1. What shall he have, thal kill'd the deer ?

Whiles you chid me, I did love ; * £. His leather skin, and horns lo wear.

How thon might ymir prayers move ?
1. Then sing him home :

He, that brings this love io thee,
Take thou no scoru, lo wear the horn; } The rest soll
It was a crest ere thou wast born;

Dear thuis bur

Lille knows this love in me : den.

And by him seal up thy mind; 1. Thy father's father wore il;

Whether that thy youth and kind 2. And thy father bore il :

Will the faithful offer take
All. The horn, the horn, the lusty horn,

Of ine, and all that I can make;
Is not a thing to laugh to scorn. [Exeunt. Or else by him my love deny,

And then I'll sludy how to die.
SCENE III.-The Forest. Enter Rosalind and

Sil. Call you this chiding?

Cel. Alas, poor shepherd! Ros. How say you now? Is it not past two

Ros. Do you pity hiın? no, he deserves no pity. o'clock? and here much Orlando!

-Wilt thou love such a woman ?-What, to male Cel. I warrant you, with pure love, and troubled thee an instrument, and play false strains upon brain, he hath ta'en his bow and arrows, and is thee! not to be endured !--Well

, go your way to gone Torth-lo sleep: Look, who comes herc.

her, (for I sce, love hath made thee a tamo enake,) Enter Silvius.

and say this to her:-That if she love me, I charge

her to love thee: if she will not, I will never have Sil. My errand is to you, fair youth;

her, unless thou entreat for her. If you be a true My gentle Phebe bid me give you this :

lover, hence, and not a word; for here comes more (Giving a leller. company.

[Exil Silvius. I know not the contents; but, as I guess,

Enter Oliver.
By the stern brow, and waspish action
Which she did use as she was writing or it,

Oli. Good-morrow, fair ones: Pray you, if you It bears an angry tenor: pardon me,

know I am but as a guiltless messenger.

Where, in the purlicus of this forest, stands Ros. Patience herself would startle at this letter, A sheepcote, fenc'd about with olive-írces ? And play the swaggerer; bcar this, bear all: Cd. 'West of this place, down in the neighbour She says, I am not fair ; that I lack manners;

She calls me proud; and, that she could not love me The rank of osiers, by the murmuring streem,
Were man as rare as phænix; Ol's my will! Left on your right hand, brings you to the place:
Her love is not the hare that I do hunt":

But at this hour the house doth keep itsell,
Why writes she so to me?-Well, shepherd, well, There's none within.
This is a letter of your own device.

Oli. If that an eye may profit by a tongue,
Sil. No, I protest, I know not the contents i Then I should know you by description;
Phebe did write it.

Such garments, and such years: The boy is farr, Ros.

Come, come, you are a tool, Of female favour, and bestows himself And turn'd into the extremity of love.

Like a ripe sislor: but the woman low, I saw her hand: she has a leatheru hand, And brooner than her brother. Are not you A freestone-colour'd hand; I verily did think The owner of the house I did inquire for? That her old gloves were on, but'iwas hier hands; Cel. It is no boast, being ask'd, to say, we are. She has a huswife's hand; but that's no inalter : Oli. Orlando doth cominend him to you both; I say, she never did invent this letter ;

And to that youth, he calls his Rosalind, This is a man's invention, and his hand.

lle sends this bloody napkin ;s Are you hc? Sil. Sure, it is hers.

Ros. Tam: What must we understand by this? Kos. Why, 'lis a boisterous and crucl style, Oli. Some of my shame; if you will know of me A style for challengers; why, she dcties mc, What man I am, find how, and why, and where Like Turk to Christian: woman's gentle hrain This handkerchief was stain'd. Could not drop forth such giant rude invention, Cel.

I pray you, tell it. Such Ethiop words, blacker in their eflect

Oli. When last the young Orlando parted from Than in their countenancc:-Will you hear the you, letter?

He left a promisc to return again Sil. So please you, for I never heard it yet; Within an hour; and, pacing through the forest, Yet heard too much of Phebe's crucłty.

Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy, Ros. She Phebes mc: Mark how the tyrant Lo, what befel! he threw his eyc aside, writes.

And, inark, whit olject did present itself!
Art thout god !o shepherillurn'd, (Reads.

Under an oak, whose boughs were moss'd with age,
That a maiden's heart halh burn'd?_

And high top bald with dry antiquity,

A wretched ragged man, o'ergrown with hair, Can a woman rail thus ?

Lay sleeping on his back: about his neck Sil. Call you this railing?

A green and gilded snake had wreath'd itsell, Ros. Why, thy golhead laid aparl,

Who with her head, nimble in thrcats, approachid
Warr'st Thou with a woman's heart? The opening of his mouth; but suddenly
Did you ever hcar such railing ?

Secing Orlando, it unlink'd itself,
While the eye of man did woo me,

And with indented glidcs did slip away
That could do rio vengeance' lo me.- Into a bush: under which bush's shade
Meaning me a benst. -

A lioness, with udders all drawn dry,
The scorn of your brighl eynę?

Laycoching, head on ground, with cat-like watch, Have power to raise such love in mine, When that the sleeping man should stir ; for 'lis (1) Mischier.

(2) Eycs. (3) Nature. (4) Environs of a forest, (5) Handkerchier,

The royal disposition of that beast,

Ros. I shall devise something! But, I pray you, To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead : commend my counterfeiting to him :-Will you go? This seen, Orlando did approach the man,

(Eseunt. And found it was his brother, his elder brother. Cel. O, I have heard him speak of that same brother;

And he did render him the most unnatural,
That liv'd 'mongst men.

SCENE I.-The same. Enter Touchstone and
And well he might do so,

For well I know he was unnatural.
Ros. But, to Orlando ;-Did he leave him there,

Touch. We shall find a time, Audrey; patience, Food to the suck'd and hungry lioness? gentle Audrey.

Oli. Twice did he turn his back, and purpos'd so: Aud. 'Faith, the priest was good enough, for all But kindness, nobler ever than revenge,

the old gentleman's saying. And nature, stronger than his just occasion,

Touch. A most wicked sir Oliver, Audrey, a Made him give battle to the lioness,

most vile Mar-text. But, Audrey, there is a youth Who quickly fell before him ; in which hurtling, here in the forest lays claim to you. From miserable slumber I awak'd.

Aud. Ay, I know who 'tis, he hath no interest in Cel. Are you his brother?

me in the world : here comes the man you mean. Ros. Was it you he rescu'd ?

Enter William. Cel. Was't you that did so oft contrive to kill him ?

Touch. It is meat and drink to me, to see a Oli. 'Twas I; but 'tis not I: I do not shame clown: By my troth, we that have good wits, have To tell you what I was, since my conversion much to answer for ; we shall be flouting; we canSo sweetly tastes, being the thing I am.

not hold. Ros. But, for the bloody napkin ?

Will. Good even, Audrey. Oli.

By and by: Aud. God ye good even, William. When from the first to last, betwixt us two, Will. And good even to you, sir. Tears our recountments had most kindly bath'd, Touch, Good even, gentle friend : Cover the As, how I came into that desert place :

head, cover thy head; nay, prythee, be covered. In briel, he led me to the gentle duke,

How old are you, friend ? Who gave me fresh array, and entertainment, Will. Five and twenty, sir. Committing me unto my brother's love;

Touch. A ripe age; Is thy name William ? Who led me instantly unto his cave,

Will. William, sir. There stripp'd himself, and here upon his arm Touch. A fair name: Wast born i'the forest here? The lioness had torn some flesh away,

Will. Ay, sir, I thank God. Which all this while had bled; and now he sainted, Touch. Thank God ;-a good answer: Art rich? And cry'd, in fainting, upon Rosalind.

Will. 'Faith, sir, so, so. Briel, I recover'd him; bound up his wound; Touch. So, so, is good, very good, very excellent And, 'after some small space, being strong at heart, good :-and yet it is not; it is but so so. Art thou He sent me hither, stranger as I am,

wise ? To tell this story, that you might excuse

Will. Ay, sir, I have a pretty wit. His broken promise, and to give this napkin, Touch. Why, thou say'st well. I do now remem Dy'd in this blood, unto the shepherd youth ber a saying ; The fool doth think he is wise, but That he in sport doth call his Rosalind.

the wise man knows himself to be a fool. The Cel. Why, how now, Ganymede ? sweet Gany- heathen philosopher, when he had a desire to eat a mede ?

(Rosalind fainis. grape, would open his lips when he put it into his Oli. Many will swoon when they do look on mouth; meaning thereby, that grapes were made blood.

to eat, and lips to open. You do love this maid ? Cel. There is more in it:-Cousin-Ganymede ! Will. I do, sir. Oli. Look, he recovers.

Touch. Give me your hand : Art thou learned ? Ros.

I would I were at home. Will. No, sir. Cel. We'll lead you thither :

Touch. Then learn this of me; To have, is to I pray you, will you take him by the arm?

have: For it is a figure in rhetoric, that drink Oli

. Be of good cheer, youth:-You a man ?– being poured out of a cup into a glass, by filling You lack a man's heart.

the one doth empty the other: For all your writers Ros. I do so, I confess Ah, sir, a body would do consent, that ipse is he; now you are not ipse, think this was well counterfeited : 1 pray you tell for I am he. your brother how well I counterfeited.--Heigh Will. Which he, sir? ho!

Touch. He, sir, that must marry this woman: Oli

. This was not counterfeit; there is too great Therefore, you clown, abandon, which is in the testimony in your complexion, that it was a pas. vulgar, leave,--the society, which in the boorish sion of earnest.

is, company, -of this female,-which in the comRos. Counterfeit, I assure you.

mon is, -woman, which together is, abandon the Oli

. Well then, take a good heart, and counter-society of this female ; or, clown, thou perishest; seit to be a man.

or, to thy better understanding, diest; to wit, i Ros. So I do: but, i'faith I should have been a kill thee, make thee away, translate thy life into woman by right.

death, thy liberty into bondage: I will deal in Cel. Come, you look paler and paler ; pray you, poison with thee, or in bastinado, or in steel ; I draw homewards : -Good sir, go with us. will bandy with thee in faction; I will o'er run thee

Oli. That will I, for I must bear answer back with policy; I will kill thee a hundred and fifty How you excuse my brother, Rosalind. ways; therefore tremble, and departe

Aud. Do, good William.
(1) Describe,

(2) Scufile,
Will, God rest you merry, sir,


my fa

Enter Corin.

\years old, conversed with a magician, most pro Cor. Our master and mistress seek you ; come, do love Rosalind so near the heart as your gesture

lound in this art, and yet not damnable. If you away, away. Touch. Trip, Audrey, trip, Audrey ;-1 attend, you marry her: I know int what streits of fortune

cries it out, when your brother marries Aliena, shall I attend.


she is driven; and it is not impossible to me, if it SCENE II.-The same. Enter Orlando and appear not inconvenient to you, to set her before Oliver.

your eyes to-morrow, human as she is, and without

any danger. Orl. Is't possible, that on so little acquaintance Orl. Speakest thou in sober meanings ? you should like her? that, but seeing, you should Ros. By my life, I do ; which I tender dearly, love her ? and, loving, woo ? and, wooing, she though I say I am a magician: Therefore, put you should grant? and will you perséver to enjoy her ? in your best array, bid' your friends; for if you

Oli. Neither call the giddiness of it in question, will be married to-morrow, you shall; and to the poverty of her, the small acquaintance, my sud- Rosalind, if you will. den wooing, nor her sudden consenting; but say with me, 'love Aliena ; say with her, that she

Enter Silvius and Phebe. loves me ; consent with both, that we may enjoy Look, here comes a lover of mine, and a lover of each other : it shall be to your good; for

hers. ther's house, and all the revenue that was old sir Rowland's, will I estate upon you, and here live

Phe. Youth, you have donc mc much ungentle

ness, and die a shepherd.

To show the letter that I writ to you.
Enter Rosalind.

Ros. I care not, if I have: it is my study,

To seem despiteful and ungentle to you: Orl. You have my consent. Let your wedding You are there follow'd by a faithful shepherd ; be to-morrow: thither will I invite the duke, and Look upon him, love him ; he worships you. all his contented followers: Go you, and prepare Phe. Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to Aliena; for, look you, here comes my Rosalind.

love. Ros. God save you, brother.

Sil. It is to be all made of sighs and tears ;Oli. And you, fair sister.

And so am I for Phebe. Ros. O, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to Phe. And I for Ganymede. see thee wear thy heart in a scarf !

Orl. And I for Rosalind. Orl. It is my arm.

Ros. And I for no woman. Ros. I thought thy heart had been wounded with Sil. It is to be all made of faith and service; the claws of a lion.

And so am I for Phebe.
Orl. Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady, Phe. And I for Ganymede.

Ros. Did your brother tell you how I counter- Orl. And I for Rosalind. feited to swoon, when he showed me your hand- Ros. And I for no woman. kerchief ?

Sil. It is to be all made of phantasy,
Orl. Ay, and greater wonders than that. All made of passion, and all made of wishes ;

Ros. 0, 1 know where you are :-Nay, 'tis true : All adoration, duty and observance, there was never any thing so sudden, but the fight all humbleness, all patience, and impatience, of two rams, and Cæsar's thrasonical brag of - All purity, all trial, all observance ; I came, saro, and overcame : For your brother and And so am I for Phebe. my sister no sooner met, but they looked; no Phe. And so am I for Ganymede. sooner looked, but they loved; no sooner loved, but! Orl. And so am I for Rosalind. they sighed; no sooner sighed, but they asked one Ros. And so am I for no woman. another the reason; no sooner knew the reason, Phe. If this be so, why blame you me to love you? but they sought the remedy; and in these degrees

[To Rosalind. have they made a pair of stairs to marriage, which Sil. If this be so, why blame you mc to love you ? they will climb incontinent, or else be incontinent

[To Phebe. before marriage : they are in the very wrath or Orl. If this be so, why blame you me to love you? love, and they will together ; clubs cannot part Ros. Who do you speak to, Why blame you me them.

Lo love you? Orl. They shall be married to-morrow; and I

Orl. To her, that is not here, nor doth not hear. will bid the duke to the nuptial. But, O, how bit- Ros. Pray, you, no more of this ; 'lis like the ter a thing it is to look into happiness through an- howling of Irish wolves against the moon.-I will other man's eyes! By so much the more shall I to-help you, (To Silvius.) if I can : -I would love morrow be at the height of heart-heaviness, by how you, (To Phebe.) if I could.-To-morrow meet me much I shall think my brother happy, in having all together.-I will marry you, [To Phebe.) is ever what he wishes for.

I marry woman, and I'll be married to-morrow : Ros. Why then, to-morrow I cannot serve your I will satisfy you, (To Orlando.) iť ever I satisfied turn for Rosalind?

man, and you shall be married to-morrow :-I Orl. I can live no longer by thinking.

will content you, [To Silvius. 1. if what pleases Ros, I will weary you no longer then with idle you contents you, and you shall be married totalking. Know of me then (for now I speak tomorrow. As you (To Orlando.) love Rosalind, some purpose,) that I know you are a gentleman meet ;-as you (To Silvius.) love Phebe, meet; of good conceit: I speak not this, that you should And as I love no woman, I'll meet. So, sare you bear a good opinion of my knowledge, insomuch, well; I have left you commands. I say, I know you are ; neither do I labour for a Sil. I'll not fail, if I live. greater esteem than may in some little measure Phe.

Nor 1, draw a belief from you, to do yourself good, and Orl,

Nor I. [Exe not to grace me. Believe then, if you please, that I can do strange things; I haré, since I was three!

(1) Invite,



SCENE III.-The same. Enler Touchstone and Ros. And you say, you will have her, when I Audrey.

bring her?

(To Orlando. Touch. To-morrow is the joysul day, Audrey ;

Orl. That would I, were I of all kingdoms king, to-morrow will we be married.

Ros. You say, you'll marry me, if I be willing? Jud. I do desire it with all my heart: and i

(To Phebe.

Phe. That will I, should I die thc hour after. hope it is no dishonest desire, to desire to be a woman of the world. Here comes two of the

Ros. But, if you do refuse to marry me, banished duke's pages.

You'll give yourself to this most faithful shepherd ?

Phe. So is the bargain.
Enter two Pages.

Ros. You say, that you'll have Phebe, if she

will ? 1 Page. Well met, honest gentleman.

[To Silvius.

Sil. Though to have her and dcath were both Touch. By my troth, well met: Conne, sit, sit, and a song:

one thing. 2 Page. We are for you: siti' the middle.

Ros. I have promis'd to make all this matter 1 Page. Shall we clap into't roundly, without hawkins, or spitting, or saying we are hoarse; Keep you your word, O duke, to give your daughwhich are the only prologues to a bad voice ? 2 Page. l'faith, i mith; and both in a tunc, like You yours, Orlando, to receive his daughter :

Keep your word, l'hebe, that you'll marry me; two gypsies on a horse.

Or else, refusing me, to wed this shepherd :SONG,

Keep your word, Silvius, that you'll marry her,

If she retuse me:-and from hence I go,

To make these doubts all even,
It was a lover, and his lass,

(Ereunt Ros, and Cel. With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, Duke S. I do remember in this shepherd-boy That o'er the green corn-field ditt pass

Some lively touches of my daughter's favour.
In the spring time, the only pretty rank time, Orl. My lord, the first time ihat I ever saw him,
When birids do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; Methought he was a brother to your daughter:
Sweet lovers love the spring.

But, my good lord, this boy is forest-born;

And hath been tutor'd in the rudiments
Belween the acres of the rye,

Of many desperate studies by his uncle, With a hey, and a ho, and 'n hey nonino,

Whom he reports to be a great magician,

Obscured in the circle of this forest.
These prelly country folks would lie,
In spring lime, fic.

Enter Touchstone and Audrey.

Jaq. There is, sure, another food toward, and This carol they began that hour,

these couples are coming to the ark! Here comes With a her, and a ho, and a hey nonino, a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues Ilow that a life was but a fiower

are called fools. In spring lime, fc.

Touch. Salutation and greeting to you all! IV.

Jaq. Good my lord, bid liim welcuine; This is And therefore lake The present lime,

the niotley-minded gentlemin, that I have so often With a hey, and a ho, and a hoy nonino;

met in the forest: he hath been a courtier, le For love is crowned with the prime, In spring lime, sc.

Touch. If any man doubt that, let him put me

to my purgation. I have trod a measure;? I have Touch. Truly, young gentlemen, though there flattered 3 lady; I have been politic with my was no great matter in the dilly, yet the note was friend, smooth willı minc enemy; I have undone very untunable.

three tailors; I have had four quarrels, and like to I Page. You are deccived, sir; we kep! time, we have fought one. lost not our time.

Jaq. And how was that ta'en up? Touch. By my troih, yes ; I count it but time Touch. Faith, we met, and found the quarrel Jost to hear such a foolishi song. God be with you; was upon the seventh cause. and God mend your voices !-Come, Audrev. Jay. Ilow seventh causc ? Good my lord, like

[Ereuni. this fellow.

Duke S. Ulike him very well. SCENE IV.-Another part of the Forest. Enteri Touch. God 'ild you, sir; I desire you of the

Duke senior, Amiens, Jaques, Orlando, Oliver, like. I press in here, sir, amongst the rest of the and Celia.

country copulatives, io swear, and to forswear; acDuke S. Dost thou believe, Orlando, that the boy cording is marriage binds, and blood breaks:Can do all this that he hath promised ?

poor virgin, sir, an ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine Orl. I sometimes do believe, and sometimes do own; a poor humour of mine, sir, to take that i hal

no man else will: Rich honesty dwells like a miser, As those that fear they hope, and know they lear. sir, in a poor house; as your pearl, in your soul

oyster. Enter Rosalind, Silvius, and Phebe.

Duke S. By my faith, he is very swist and senRos. Patiencc once morc, whilcs our compact is tentious. urg'd:

Touch. According to the fool's bolt, sir, and You say, if I bring in your Rosalind, (To the Dukc. such dulcet diseases. You will bestow her on Orlando here?

Jaq. But, for the seventh cause; how did you Duke 8. That would I, had I kingdoms to give find the quarrel on the seventh cause ? with her.

Touch. Upon a lic seven times removed ;-Bear (1) A married woman,

(2) A stately solemn dance,



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