of good conceit: I speak not this that you
should bear a good opinion of my knowledge, 60
insomuch I say I know you are; neither do I
labour for a greater esteem than may in some
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 strange things:
I have, since I was three year old, conversed
with a magician, most profound in his art and yet
not damnable. If you do love Rosalind so near
the heart as your gesture cries it out, when your
brother marries Aliena, shall you marry her: I 70
know into what straits of fortune she is driven;
and it is not impossible to me, if it appear not
inconvenient to you, to set her before your eyes
to-morrow human as she is and without any
danger.

Orl. Speakest thou in sober meanings?

Ros. By my life, I do; which I tender dearly, though I say I am a magician. Therefore, put you in your best array; bid your friends; for

if

you will be married to-morrow, you shall; 80 and to Rosalind, 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 show the letter that I writ to you.

Ros. I care not if I have: it is my study

To seem despiteful and ungentle to you:
You are there followed 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 all made of sighs and tears;

And so am I for Phebe.

Phe. And I for Ganymede.

Orl. And I for Rosalind.

Ros. And I for no woman.

Sil. It is to be all made of faith and service;

And so am I for Phebe.

Phe. And I for Ganymede.

Orl. And I for Rosalind.

Ros. And I for no woman.

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Sil. It is to be all made of fantasy,

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All made of passion, and all made of wishes;
All adoration, duty, and observance,
All humbleness, all patience, and impatience,
All purity, all trial, all observance;

And so am I for Phebe.

Phe. And so am I for Ganymede.

Orl. And so am I for Rosalind.

Ros. And so am I for no woman.

Phe. If this be so, why blame you me to love you?
Sil. If this be so, why blame you me to love you?
Orl. If this be so, why blame you me to love you?
Ros. Who do you speak to, 'Why blame you me to
love you?'

Orl. To her that is not here, nor doth not hear. Ros. Pray you, no more of this; 'tis like the howling of Irish wolves against the moon. [To Sil.] I will help you, if I can: [To Phe.] I would love you, if I could. To-morrow meet me all together. [To Phe.] I will marry you, if ever I marry woman, and I'll be married to-morrow: 120

[To Orl.] I will satisfy you, if ever I satisfied
man, and you shall be married to-morrow: [To
Sil.] I will content you, if what pleases you
contents you, and you shall be married to-mor-
row. [To Orl.] As you love Rosalind, meet:
[To Sil.] 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.

Orl. Nor I.

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Scene III.

The forest.

Enter Touchstone and Audrey.

Touch. To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey; tomorrow will we be married.

Aud. I do desire it with all my heart; and I hope it is no dishonest desire to desire to be a woman

of the world.

Duke's pages.

Here come two of the banished

Enter two Pages.

First Page. Well met, honest gentleman.

Touch. By my troth, well met. Come, sit, sit, and a

song.

Sec. Page. We are for you: sit i' the middle.
First Page. Shall we clap into 't roundly, without
hawking or spitting or saying we are hoarse,
which are the only prologues to a bad voice?
Sec. Page. I' faith, i̇' faith; and both in a tune, like
two gipsies on a horse.

IC

SONG.

It was a lover and his lass,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o'er the green corn-field did pass

In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding:
Sweet lovers love the spring.

Between the acres of the rye,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
These pretty country folks would lie,
In spring time, &c.

This carol they began that hour,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
How that a life was but a flower

In spring time, &c.

And therefore take the present time,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino;

For love is crowned with the prime

In spring time, &c.

Touch. Truly, young gentlemen, though there was no great matter in the ditty, yet the note was very untuneable.

First Page. You are deceived, sir: we kept time, we lost not our time.

Touch. By my troth, yes; I count it but time lost to

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hear such a foolish song. God buy you; and 40 God mend your voices! Come, Audrey. [Exeunt.

Scene IV.

The forest.

Enter Duke senior, Amiens, Jaques, Orlando, Oliver,
and Celia.

Duke S. Dost thou believe, Orlando, that the boy
Can do all this that he hath promised?

Orl. I sometimes do believe, and sometimes do not;
As those that fear they hope, and know they fear.
Enter Rosalind, Silvius, and Plebe.

Ros. Patience once more, whiles our compact is urged:
You say, if I bring in your Rosalind,

You will bestow her on Orlando here?

Duke S. That would I, had I kingdoms to give with her.
Ros. And you say, you will have her, when I bring her.
Orl. That would I, were I of all the kingdoms king.
Ros. You say, you'll marry me, if I be willing?
Phe. That will I, should I die the hour after.
Ros. But if you do refuse to marry me,

You'll give yourself to this most faithful shepherd?

Phe. So is the bargain.

Ros. You say, that you'll have Phebe, if she will?
Sil. Though to have her and death were both one thing.
Ros. I have promised to make all this matter even.

ΙΟ

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Keep you your word, O Duke, to give your daughter;
You yours, Orlando, to receive his daughter:
Keep your word, Phebe, that you'll marry me,
Or else, refusing me, to wed this shepherd:
Keep your word, Silvius, that you'll marry her,
If she refuse me and from hence I go,

To make these doubts all even.

[Exeunt Rosalind and Celia.