loved but they sighed ; no sooner sighed but they 40 Orl. They shall 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 so much the more shall I to-morrow be at the height of heart-heaviness, 50 by how much I shall think my brother happy in having what he wishes for. Ros. Why then, to-morrow I cannot serve your turn for Rosalind? Orl. I can live no longer by thinking. Ros. I will weary you then no longer with idle talking. Know of me then, for now I speak to some purpose, that I know you are a gentleman 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 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: Phe. Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love. 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. 90 Sil. It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion, and all made of wishes ; All humbleness, all patience, and impatience, 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 120 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 tomorrow: [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-morrow. [To Orl.] As you love Rosalind, meet: [To Sil.] as you love Phebe, meet and as I love no woman, I'll meet. fare you well I have left Sil. I'll not fail, if I live. Phe. Nor I. Orl. Nor I. : you commands. So, 130 [Exeunt. 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 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 voice? a bad Sec. Page. I' faith, i' faith; and both in a tune, like two gipsies on a horse. SONG. It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, 10 20 |