Most truly limn'd, and living in your face, Support him by the arm.-Give me your hand, [Exeunt IV. ACT IV.-SCENE III. Enter OLIVER. Oli. Good morrow, fair ones: Pray you, if you know Where, in the purlieus of this forest, stands A sheep-cote, fenc'd about with olive-trees? Cel. West of this place, down in the neighbour bottom, The rank of osiers, by the murmuring stream, Left on your right hand,a brings you to the place: Oli. If that an eye may profit by a tongue, Cel. It is no boast, being ask'd, to say, we are. Ros. I am: What must we understand by this? Cel. I pray you, tell it. a Left on your right hand-being, as you pass, left. Within an hour; and, pacing through the forest, Under an old oak, whose boughs were moss'd with age, A wretched ragged man, o'ergrown with hair, Lay sleeping on his back: about his neck A green and gilded snake had wreath'd itself, And with indented glides did slip away Lay couching, head on ground, with catlike watch, To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead; This seen, Orlando did approach the man, And found it was his brother, his elder brother. Cel. O, I have heard him speak of that same brother; And he did render a him the most unnatural That liv'd 'mongst men. Oli. And well he might so do, For well I know he was unnatural. Ros. But, to Orlando ;-Did he leave him there, Food to the suck'd and hungry lioness? Oli. Twice did he turn his back, and purpos'd so: And nature, stronger than his just occasion,b Who quickly fell before him; in which hurtling Cel. Are you his brother? Ros. Was it you he rescued ? Cel. Was 't you that did so oft contrive to kill him? To tell you what I was, since my conversion So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am. Ros. But, for the bloody napkin ?— a Render-represent. By and by, b Just occasion-such reasonable ground as might have amply justi fiad or given just occasion for, abandoning him. When from the first to last, betwixt us two, There stripp'd himself, and here upon his arm Which all this while had bled; and now he fainted, And cried, in fainting, upon Rosalind, Brief, I recover'd him; bound up his wound; am, To tell this story, that you might excuse His broken promise, and to give this napkin, Cel. Why, how now, Ganymede ? sweet Ganymede? [ROSALIND faints Oli. Many will swoon when they do look on blood. Cel. There is more in it :-Cousin-Ganymede! Oli. Look, he recovers. Ros. 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. Ros. I do so, I confess it. Ah, sirrah, 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 testimony in your complexion, that it was a passion of earnest. 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 woman by right. Cel. Come, you look paler and paler; pray you, draw homewards :-Good sir, go with us. Oli. That will I, for I must bear answer back How you excuse my brother, Rosalind. Ros. I shall devise something: But, I pray you, commend my counterfeiting to him:-Will you go? [Exeunt |