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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 the 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 meanings?

Rof. By my life, I do; which I tender dearly, tho' I fay, I am a magician: therefore put you on your best 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 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 ftudy
To feem defpiteful 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


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 Rofalind.

Rof. 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 all made of fantafie,

All made of paffion, and all made of wishes,
All adoration, duty and obfervance,
All humblenefs, all patience, and impatience,
All purity, all trial, all obfervance ;

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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 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 how-ling of Irish 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 to morrow; [To Phe. I will fatisfy you, if ever I fatisfy'd man, and you fhall be married to morrow; [To Orl.] I will content you, if, what pleases 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.

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

Aud. I do defire it with all my heart; and, I hope, it is no dishoneft 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


2 Page. We are for you, fit i'th' middle.


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

2 Page. I'faith, i'faith, and both in a tune, like two Gypfies on a horse.


It was a lover and his lafs,

With a bey, and a bo, and a hey nonino,
That o'er the green corn-field did pass

In the fpring time; the pretty fpring time,
When birds do fing, hey ding a ding, ding,
Sweet lovers love the fpring.

And therefore take the prefent time,
With a bey, and a ho, and a hey nonino;
For love is crowned with the prime.
In the fpring time, &c.

Between the acres of the rye,

With a bey, and a bo, and a hey nonino,
Thefe pretty country-folks would lye,
In the fpring time, &c.

The Carrol they began that hour,

With a bey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
How that a life was but a flower,
In the fpring time, &c.

Clo. Truly, young gentleman, though there was no great matter in the ditty, yet the note was very untimeable. (26)

1 Page. You are deceiv'd, Sir, we kept time, we loft not our time.

Clo. By my troth, yes: I count it but time loft to hear fuch a foolish Song. God b'w'y you, and God mend your voices. Come, Audrey.


(26) Truly, young Gentleman, tho' there was no great Matter in the Ditty, yet the Note was very untunable] Tho' it is thus in all the printed Copies, it is evident from the fequel of the Dialogue, that the Poet wrote as I have reform'd in the Text, untimeable.

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SCENE changes to another Part of the FOREST.

Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, Jaques, Orlando, Oliver, and Celia.

OST thou believe, Orlando, that the boy

Duke Sen.

Can do all this that he hath promised?

Orla. I fometimes do believe, and fometimes do not; As those that fear they hope, and know they fear. Enter Rofalind, Silvius, and Phebe.

Rof. Patience once more, whiles our compact is urg'd:

[To the Duke.

You fay, if I bring in your Rofalind,
You will beftow her on Orlando here?
Duke Sen. That would I, had I Kingdoms to give
with her.

Rof. And you fay, you will have her when I bring her? [To Orlando. Orla. That would I, were I of all Kingdoms King. Rof. You fay, you'll marry me, if I be willing.

[To Phebe. Phe. That will I, fhould I die the hour after. Rof. But if you do refufe to marry me,

You'll give your felf to this most faithful fhepherd. Phe. So is the bargain.

Rof. You fay, that you'll have Phebe, if the will? [To Silvius. Sil. Tho to have her and death were both one thing. Rof. I've promis'd to make all this matter even; Keep you your word, O Duke, to give your daughter; You yours, Orlando, to receive his daughter: Keep your word, Phebe, that you'll marry me, Or elfe, refufing me, to wed this shepherd. Keep your word, Silvius, that you'll marry her, If the refufes me; and from hence I go

To make these doubts all even. [Ex. Rof. and Celia.


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Duke Sen. I do remember in this shepherd boy
Some lively touches of my daughter's favour.

Orla. My Lord, the first time that I ever faw him,
Methought, he was a brother to your daughter;
But, my good Lord, this boy is foreft-born,
And hath been tutor'd in the rudiments
Of many defperate ftudies by his uncle,
Whom he reports to be a great magician,
Obfcured in the circle of this foreft.

Enter Clown and Audrey.

Jaq. There is, fure, another flood toward, and these couples are coming to the Ark. Here come a pair of very strange beafts, which in all tongues are call'd fools. Clo. Salutation, and greeting, to you all. Faq. Good my Lord, bid him welcome. This is the motley-minded gentleman, that I have so often met in the foreft: he hath been a Courtier, he swears.

Clo. If any man doubt that, let him put me to my purgation; I have trod a measure, I have flatter'd a lady, I have been politick with my friend, smooth with mine enemy, I have undone three taylors, I have had four quarrels, and like to have fought one.

Jaq. And how was That ta'en up?

Clo. 'Faith, we met; and found, the quarrel was upon the seventh cause.

Jaq. How the feventh cause? good my lord, like this fellow.

Duke Sen. I like him very well.

Clo. God'ild you, Sir, I defire you of the like: I prefs in here, Sir, amongst the reft of the country copulatives, to fwear, and to forfwear, according as marriage binds, and blood breaks: a poor virgin, Sir, an ill-favour'd thing, Sir, but mine own, a poor humour of mine, Sir, to take That that no man else will. Rich honefty dwells like a mifer, Sir, in a poor house, as your pearl in your foul oyster.

Duke Sen. By my faith, he is very fwift and fententious.

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