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Oli. Look, he recovers.

Rof. I 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.

Rof. I do fo, I confess it. Ah, fir, 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 teftimony in your complexion, that it was a paffion of earnest. Rof. Counterfeit, I affure you.

Oli. Well then, take a good heart, and counterfeit to

be a man.

Rof. 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 fir, go with us.

Oli. That will I, for I must bear answer back

How

you excufe my brother, Rofalind.

Rof. I shall devise fomething: But, I pray you, commend my counterfeiting to him :-Will you go? [Exeunt.

ACT V. SCENE I.

The Foreft.

Enter Clown, and Audrey.

Clo. We shall find a time, Audrey; patience, gentle Audrey.

Aud. 'Faith, the priest was good enough, for all the old gentleman's faying,

Clo.

Clo. A moft wicked fir Oliver, Audrey, a most 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.

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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 even, Audrey.

Aud. God ye good even, William.

Will. And good even to you, fir.

Clo. Good even, gentle friend: Cover thy head, cover thy head; nay, pr'ythee, be cover'd. How old are you, friend?

Will. Five and twenty, fir.

Clo. A ripe age: Is thy name, William?

Will. William, fir.

Clo. A fair name: Waft born i'the foreft here?

Will. Ay, fir, I thank God.

Clo. Thank God;-a good anfwer: Art rich?

Will. 'Faith, fir, so, so.

Clo. So, fo; 'Tis good, very good, very excellent good: -and yet it is not; it is but fo fo. Art thou wife?

Will. Ay, fir, 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 maid to eat, and lips to open. You do love this maid?

It is meat and drink to me]-My greatest delight.
"That's meat and drink to me now."

MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR, A&t I, S. 1. Slen.

Will. I do fir.

Clo. Give me your hand: Art thou learned?

Will. No, fir.

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 confent, that ipfe is he; now you are not ipfe, for I am he.

Will. Which he, fir.

Clo. He, fir, 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 perishest; or, to thy better understanding, diest; 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 over-run thee with policy; I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways; therefore tremble, and depart.

Aud. Do, good William.
Will. God rest you merry,

fir.

Enter Corin.

[Exit.

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

away.

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

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

Enter Orlando, and Oliver.

Orla. Is't poffible, that on fo little acquaintance you fhould like her? that, but feeing, you fhould love her?

and,

and, loving, woo? and, wooing, fhe fhould grant? And will you perfever to enjoy her?

Oli. Neither call the giddinefs of it in queftion, 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 fhe loves me; confent 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 fir Rowland's, will I estate 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.

Rof. God fave you, brother.
Oli. And you, fair sister.

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. 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-1 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 afk'd 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 should bear a good opinion of my knowledge, infomuch, I fay, I know you are; neither do I labour for a greater efteem than may in fome little measure draw a belief from you, to do yourself good, and not to grace me. Believe then, if you please, that I can do ftrange things I have, fince I was three years old, convers'd 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 shall marry her: I know into what ftraights of fortune she 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. Speak'ft thou in fober meanings?

clubs]-the conftable and all his affiftants.

P of good conceit :]-quality, eftimation.

human as he is, and without any danger.]-in her proper perfon, and without harm to any of the parties from my incantation.

VOL. II.

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Rof.

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