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And to that youth, he calls his Rosalind,
Ros. I am; what mult we understand by this ?
Oli. Some of my shame, if you will know of me What man i am, and how, and why, and where This handkerchief was ftain'd.
Cel. I pray you, tell it. Oli. When last the young Orlando parted from you, He left a promise to return again Within an hour; and pacing through the forest, Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy, Lo, what befel! he threw his
Cel. O, I have heard him speak of that fame brother,
Oli. And well he might so do; For, well I know, he was unpatural.
Ros. But to Orlando ; did he leave him there Food to the fuck'd and hungry lioness?
Oli. Twice did he turn his back, and purpos'd fo : But kindness, nobler ever than revenge, And nature stronger than his juft occafion,
Made him give battel to the lioness,
Cel. Are you his brother?
Oli. 'Twas 1; but 'tis not I; I do not shame
Rof. But for the bloody napkin?
Oli. By and by.
Cel. We'll lead you thither.
laek a man's heart. Rof. I do fo, I confess 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 testia mony in your complection, that it was a paflion of earneft.
ROS. Counterfeit, I assure you,
Oli. Well then, take a good heart, and counterfeit to be a man.
Ros. So I do: But, i' faith, I should have been a wcman by right.
Cel. Come, you look paler and paler; pray you draw homewards; good Sir, go with us.
Oli. That will l; for I must bear answer back, How you excuse my brother, Rosalind.
Roj. I shall devise something ; but, I pray you, commend my counterfeiting to him: Will you go? [Exeunt.
Aud. Faith, the priest was good enough, for all the old gentleman's saying:
Clo. A most wicked Sir Oliver, Audrey; a moft vile Mar-text ! but, Audrey, there is a youth here in the forest lays claim to you.
Aud. Ay, I know who 'tis, he hath no interest in me in the world; here comes the man you mean,
Enter William. Clo. It is meat and drink to me to see a clown; by my troth, wè, that have good wits, have much to answer for: We thall be flouting; we cannot hold.
WiH. Good ev'n, Audrey.
. And good ev'n to you, Sir. Clo. Good ev'n, gentle friend. Cover thy head, cover thy head; nay, pr’ythee, be coverd. How old are you, friend! Will, Five and twenty, Sir.
lo. A ripe age: Is thy name William?
Clo. So so, is good, very good, very excellent good; and yet it is not; it is but so, fo. Art thou wise?
Will. Ay, Sir, I have a pretty wit.
Clo. Wliy, thou say'it well: I do now remember a saying; the fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. (25) The heathen philosopher, 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. 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 glass, by filling the one doth empty the other. For all your writers do consent, that ipje is he: Now you are not ipse; for I am le.
Will. Which he, Sir?
(25) The heat ben philofopber, when he had a design to eat a grape.] This is certainly design'd as a sneer on the several trilling, inhgnitio cant, actions and sayings, recorded in the lives of the Philojopbers as things of great moment. We need only reflect upon what we meet with in Diogenes Laertius, to be of this opinion: Especially, when we observe that it is introduced by one of their wise sayings that precedes it.
you, clown, abandon, which is in the vulgar, leave the
Aud. Do, good William.
Enter Orlando and Oliver. Orla. Is't possible, chat on so little acquaintance you Thould like her? that, but seeing, you mould love her? and loving, woo? and wooing, she should grant ? and will you persevere to enjoy her?
Oli. Neither call the giddiness of it in question, the poverty of her, the small acquaintance, my sudden wooing, nor her sudden consenting; but say with me, I love Aliena; fay with her, that she loves me; consent with both, that we may enjoy each other; it shall be to your good; for my father's house, and all the revenue that was old Sir Rowland's, will I estate upon you, and here live and die a shepherd.
Enter Rosalind. Orla. You have my consent. 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 Rosalind. 9.
Raf. God save you, brother. 3: Dis. And you, fair fifter.