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Than thine own gladness, that thou art employed. Know'st thou the youth, that spoke to me erewhile? Sylv. Not very well, but I have met him oft; And he hath bought the cottage, and the bounds, That the old Carlot once was master of.

Phebe. Think not I love him, though I ask for him; To fall in love with him: but, for my part,

I love him not, nor hate him not; and yet
I have more cause to hate him, than to love him:
For what had he to do, to chide at me:

I marvel when I answer'd not again:
I'll write to him a very taunting letter,
And thou shalt bear it-Wilt thou, Sylvius
Sylv. Phebe, with all my heart.
Phebe. I'll write it straight;

The matter's in my head, and in my heart:
I will be bitter with him, and passing short:
Go with me, Sylvius.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

The Forest.

Enter ROSALIND and ORLANDO.

Ros. Why, how now, Orlando? where have you been all this while? You a lover !—An you serve me such another trick, never come in my sight more.

Orl. My fair Rosalind, I come within an hour of my_promise.

Ros. Break an hour's promise in love! He that will divide a minute into a thousand parts, and break but a part of the thousandth part of a minute in the affairs of love, it may be said of him, that Cupid hath clapped him o'the shoulder, but I warrant him heartwhole.

Orl. Pardon me, dear Rosalind!

Ros. Nay, an you be so tardy, come no more in sight; I had as lief be wooed of a snail.

Orl. Of a snail?

my

Ros. Ay, of a snail; for, though he comes slowly, he carries his house on his head; a better jointure, I think, than you can make a woman.-Come, woo me, woo me, for now I am in a holiday humour, and like enough to consent:-What would you say to me now, an I were your very, very Rosalind?

Orl. I would kiss before I spoke.

Ros. Nay, you were better speak first; and when you were gravelled for lack of matter, you might take occasion to kiss. Very good orators-when they are out, they will spit; and, for lovers lacking matter, the cleanliest shift is to kiss.

Orl. How, if the kiss be denied?

Ros, Then she puts you to entreaty, and there begins new matter.

Orl. Who could be out, being before his beloved mistress?

Ros. Am I not your Rosalind?

Orl. I take some joy to say you are, because I would be talking of her.

Ros. Well, in her person, I say I will not have you.

Orl. Then, in mine own person, I die.

Ros. No, 'faith, die by attorney. The poor world is almost six thousand years old, and in all this time there was not any man died in his own person, videlicet, in a love cause. Troilus had his brains dashed out with a Grecian club; yet he did what he could, to die before; and he is one of the patterns of love. Leander, he would have lived many a fair year, though Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night: for, good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont, and, being taken with the cramp, was drowned: and the foolish chroniclers of

But these

time, and

that age found it was-Hero, of Sestos. are all lies; men have died from time to worms have eaten them, but not for love. Orl. I would not have my right Rosalind of this mind; for, I protest, her frown would kill me.

Enter CELIA.

Ros. By this hand, it will not kill a fly! But come, now I will be your Rosalind, in a more coming-on disposition; and, ask me what you will, I will grant it.

Orl. Then love me, Rosalind.

Ros. Yes, 'faith, will I, Fridays, and Saturdays, and all..

Orl. And wilt thou have me?

Ros. Ay, and twenty such.
Orl. What say'st thou ?
Ros. Are you not good?
Orl. I hope so.

Ros. Why, then, can one desire too much of a good thing?-Come, sister, you shall be the priest, and marry us. Give me your hand, Orlando :-What do you say, sister?

Cel. I cannot say the words.

Ros. You must begin-Will you, Orlando

Cel. Go to:-Will you, Orlando, have to wife, this Rosalind?

Orl. I will.

Ros. Ay, but when ?

Orl. Why, now; as fast as she can marry us.

Ros. Then you must say I take thee, Rosalind, for wife.

Orl. I take thee, Rosalind, for wife.

5.

Ros. Now, tell me, how long would you have her, after you

have possessed her?

Orl. For ever, and a day.

Ros. Say, a day, without the ever: No, no, Or

lando; men are April when they woo, December

when they wed: maids are May when they are maids,
but the sky changes, when they are wives. I will be
more jealous of thee, than a Barbary cock-pigeon
over his hen; more clamorous than a parrot against
rain; more new fangled than an ape; more giddy in
my desires, than a monkey; I will weep for nothing,
like Diana, in the fountain, and I will do that, when
you are disposed to be merry: I will laugh like a hy-
en, and that, when thou art inclined to sleep.
Orl. But, will my Rosalind do so?

Ros. By my life, she will do as I do!
Orl. O, but she is wise!

Ros. Or else she could not have the wit to do this; the wiser, the waywarder: Make the doors upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the casement; shut that, and 'twill out at the key-hole; stop that, it will fly with the smoke out at the chimney.

Orl. A man, that had a wife with such a wit, he might say-Wit, whither wilt?

Ros. Nay, you might keep that check for it, till you met your wife's wit going to your neighbour's bed.

Orl. And what wit could wit have to excuse that?

Ros. Marry, to say-she came to seek you there. You shall never take her without her answer, unless you take her without her tongue. Oh, that woman, that cannot make her fault her husband's occasion, let her never nurse her child herself, for she will breed it like a fool!

Orl. For these two hours, Rosalind, I will leave thee.

Ros. Alas, dear love, I cannot lack thee two hours!

Orl. I must attend the duke at dinner; by two o'clock I will be with thee again.

Ros. Ay, go your ways, go your ways;-I knew what you would prove! my friends told me as much, and I thought no less-that flattering tongue of

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yours won me; 'tis but one cast away, and so-come death. Two o'clock is your hour?

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Orl. Ay, sweet Rosalind !

Ros. By my troth, and in good earnest, and so, God mend me, and by all pretty oaths that are not dangerous, if you break one jot of your promise, or come one minute behind your hour, I will think you the most pathetical break-promise, and the most hollow lover, and the most unworthy of her you call Rosalind, that may be chosen out of the gross band of the unfaithful: therefore, beware my censure, and keep your promise.

Orl. With no less religion, than if thou wert indeed my Rosalind: So, adieu.

Ros. Well, time is the old justice, that examines all such offenders, and let time try: Adieu!

[Exit ORLANDO. Cel. You have simply misus'd our sex in your loveprate.

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Ros. O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that thou didst know how many fathom deep I am love! But it cannot be sounded; my affection hath an unknown bottom, like the Bay of Portugal.

Cel. Or rather, bottomless; that, as fast as you pour affection in, it runs out.

Ros. No, that same wicked bastard of Venus, that was begot of thought, conceived of spleen, and born of madness; that blind rascally boy, that abuses every one's eyes, because his own are out, let him be judge, how deep I am in love:-I'll tell thee, Aliena, I cannot be out of sight of Orlando: I'll go find a shadow, and sigh till he comes.

Cel. Look who comes here!

Enter SYLVIUS.

Syle. My errand is to you, fair youth;

My gentle Phebe bid me give you this:

[Giving a Letter.

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