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? 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 Society; which in the Boorish, is Company, of this Female; which in the Common, is Woman; which together, is, abandon the Society of this Female; or, Clown, thou perifheft; 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 Poyfon with thee, or in Baftinado, or in Steel; I will bandy with thee in Faction, I will o'errun 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. [Exit. Cor. Our Mafter and Mistress fek you; come away, a way. Clo. Trip Audrey, trip Audrey; I attend, I attend. SCENE II, Enter Orlando and Oliver. [Exeunts Orla. Is't poffible, that on fo little Acquaintance you should like her? That, but feeing, you should love her? And loving, woo? and wooing, fhe fhould grant? And will you perfevere to enjoy her? Oli. Neither call the Giddinefs of it in queftior, the Poverty of her, the fmail Acquaintance, my fudden Wooing, VOL. II. Ο nor nor her fudden confenting; but fay with me, I love Aliena; fay with her, that the loves me; confent with both, that we may enjoy each other; it fhall be to your good: For my Fa ther's Houfe, and all the Revenue, that was old Sir Rowland's, will I eftate upon you, and here live and die a Shepherd. Enter Rofalind. Orla. You have my Confent. Let your Wedding be to Morrow; thither will I Here comes my Rofalind. Rof. God fave you, Brother. Orla. And you, fair Sifter. 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 fwound, when he fhew'd me your Handkerchief? Orla. Ay, and greater Wonders than that. Rof. O, I know where you are: Nay, 'tis true: There was never any thing fo fudden, but the Fight of two Rams, and Cafar's Thrafonical Brag, of, I came, faw, and over came: For your Brother, and my Sifter, 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 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 lock into Happines through another Man's Eyes; by fo much the more fhall I to Morrow be at the Height of HeartHeaviness, by how much I fhall think my Brother happy, in having what he wishes for. Rof. 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 what you are; neither do I labour for a greater Esteem than may in fome little Measure draw a Belief from you to do your felf good, and not to grace Believe then, if you pleafe, that I can do ftrange things; I have, fince I was three Years old, converft with a Magician, moft profound in his Art, and yet not damnable. If you do love Rofalind fo near the Heart, as your Gesture cries it out, when your Brother marries Aliena you shall marry her. I know into what Streights 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 fhe is, and without any Danger. Orla. Speak'st thou in fober Meanings? Rof. By my Life I do, which I tender dearly, tho' I fay I am a Magician: Therefore put you in your beft Array, bid your Friends: For if you will be married to Morrow, you fhall, and to Rofalend, 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 Study To feem defpiteful and ungentle to you: You are there follow'd by a faithful Shepherd; Look upon him, love him; he worships you. Phe. Good Shepherd, tell this Youth what 'tis to love. Sil. It is to be made all of Sighs and Tears, And fo am I for Phebe. Phe. And I for Ganimed. Orla. And I for Rofalind. Rof. And I for no Woman. Sil. It is to be made all of Faith and Service; And fo am I for Phebe. 0 2 Pho Phe. And I for Ganimed. Orla. And I for Rofalind. Rof. And I for no Woman. Sil. It is to be all made of Fantafies All made of Paffion, and all made of Wishes. All Humbleness, all Patience, and Impatience, Phe. And fo am I for Ganimed. Orla. And fo am I for Rofalind. why blame you me to love you? Sil. If this be fo, why blame you me to love you? Orla. If this be fo, why blame you me to love you? Rof. Who do you speak 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 Howling 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; I will fatisfy you, if ever I fatisfy'd Man, and you fhall be married to Morrow; I will content you, if what pleafes you contents you, and you fhall be married to Morrow. 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. SCENE [Exeunt. III. Enter Clown and Audrey. Clo. To Morrow is the joyful Day, Audrey: to Morrow will we be married. Aud. I do defire it with all my Heart; and I hope it is ro difhoneft Defire, to define to be a Woman of the World. Here come two of the banish'd Duke's Pages. Enter + Enter two Pages. 1 Page. Well met, honeft Gentleman. Clo. By my troth well met: come, fit, fit, and a Song. 2 Page. We are for you, fit i'th' middle. 1 Page. Shall we clap into't roundly, without hauking, or fpitting, or faying we are hoarfe, which are the only Prologues to a bad Voice. 3 Page. I'faith, i'faith, and both in a Tune, like two Gypfies on a Horfe. SONG. It was a Lover and his Lafs, With a bey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, In the Spring time; the only pretty rang time, And therefore take the prefent time, Between the Acres of the Rye, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino; Thefe pretty Country -folks would lye, The Carrol they began that hour, With a bey and a ho, and a hey nonino; In the Spring time, &c. Clo. Truly young Gentlemen, though there was no great matter in the ditty, yet the Note was very untunable. 1 Page. You are deceiv'd, Sir, we kept time, we left 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. [Exeunt. |