Who quickly fell before him; in which hurtling CEL. Are you his brother? Ros. Was it you he refcu'd? CEL. Was't you that did to oft contrive to kill him? OLI. 'Twas I but 'tis not I; I do not shame ORLI. By, and by When from the first to laft, betwixt us two, Tears our recountments had moft kindly bath'd, In brief, he led me to the gentle Duke, Committing me unto my brother's love; Who led me inftantly unto his cave,] Then ftripp'd himself, and here upon his arm The lionnefs had torn fome flesh away, Which all this while had bled; and now he fainted, And cry'd, in fainting, upon Rofalind. Brief, I recover'd him; bound up his wound; And, after some small space, being strong at heart, To tell this ftory, that you might excuse CEL. Why, how now? Ganymed!--Sweet! med! -Gany {Rofalind faints OLI. Many will fwoon, when they do look on blood. OLI. Look, he recovers. Ros. 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 fo, I confefs 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 paffion of earnest. Ros. Counterfeit, I affure you. OLI. Well then, take a good heart, and counterfeit to be 2 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 excufe my brother, Rofalind. Ros. I fhall devife fomething. But I pray you, commend my counterfeiting to him.-Will you go? [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. The FOREST. WE Enter Clown and Audrey. CLOWN. E fhall find a time, Audi ey-patience, gentle Audrey. AUD. Faith, the priest was good enough, for all the old gentleman's faying. CLO. 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. I know who 'tis, he hath no intereft in me in the world; here comes the man you mean. Enter William. CLO. It is meat and drink to me to fee a clown. By my troth, we that have good wits, have much to answer for: we shall be flouting; we cannot hold. WILL. Good ev'n, Audrey. AUD God give ye good ev'n, William. CLO. Good ev'n, gentle friend-Cover thy head, cover thy head; nay, pr'ythee, be cover'd.-How old are you, friend? WILL. Five and twenty, Sir, CLO. A ripe age: is thy name William ? WILL. William, Sir. CLO. A fair name. Waft born i' th' foreft here? WILL. Ay, Sir; I thank God. CLO. Thank God-a good answer: art rich? WILL. Faith, Sir, fo, fo. CLO. So, fo, is good, very good, very excellent good; and yet it is not; it is but fo fo. Art thou wife? WILL. Ay, Sir, I have a pretty wit. CLO. Why thou fay'ft well: I do now remember a faying; "the fool doth think he is wife, but the wife man "knows himself to be a fool." The heathen philofopher, when he had a defire 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. CLO. Give me your hand: art thou learned? WILL. No, Sir, CLO. 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 glafs, 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 muft marry this woman; therefore you, Clown, abandon-which is in the vulgar; leave-the fociety-which in the boorish, is company-of this femalewhich in the common, is-woman; which together is, abandon the fociety of this female; or Clown, thou perisheft; or, to thy better understanding, dieft ; or, to wit, I kill thee, make thee away, tranflate thy life into death, thy liberty into bondage; I will deal in poifon with thee, or in bastinado, or in steel; I will bandy with thee in faction; I will overrun 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. [Exeunt. COR. Our mafter and mifirefs feek you: come away, away. CLO. Trip, Audrey; trip, Audrey; I attend, I attend. [Exeunt. SCENE Enter Orlando and Oliver. ORLA. Is't poffible, should like her? that, that on fo little acquaintance you but feeing, you fhould love her > and loving, woo? and wooing, fhe should grant? and will you persevere to enjoy her? OLI. Neither call the giddinefs of it in question, the poverty of her, the small acquaintance, my fudden wooing, nor her fudden confenting; but fay with me, I love Aliena; fay with her, that she loves me; confent with both, that we may enjoy each other; it shall be to your good; for my fa- ther's house, and all the revenue that was old Sir Rowland's will I eftate upon you, and here live and die a fhepherd. Enter Rofalind. ORLA. You have my confent. Let your wedding be tomorrow; thither will I invite the Duke, and all his contented followers; go you, and prepare Aliena; for, look you, here comes my Rofalind... Ros. God fave you, brother. OLI. And you, fair fifter. Ros. Oh, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to fee thee wear thy heart in a scarf. ORLA. It is my arm. Ros. I thought, thy heart had been wounded with the claws of a lion. ORLA. Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady. Ros. Did your brother tell you how I counterfeited to fwoon, when he shewed me your handkerchief? ORLA. Ay, and greater wonders than that. Ros. 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 look'd; no fooner look'd, but they lov'd; no fooner lov'd, but they figh'd; no fooner figh'd, but they ask'd one another the reafon; no fooner knew the reafon, but they fought the |