remedy; and in these degrees have they made a pair of ftairs to marriage, which they will clime 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 look into happiness through another's 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. Ros. Why then to-morrow I cannot ferve your turn for Rofalind? ORLA. 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 fome 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; 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 yourself good, and not to grace me. Believe then, if you please, that I can do ftrange things; I have, fince I was three years old, converft with a magician, most profound in his art, and yet not damnable. If you do love Rofalind fo near the heart as your gefture cries out, when your brother marries Aliena, you fhall marry her. I know into what ftreights 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 the is, and without any danger. ORLA. Speak'ft thou in fober meaning? Ras. By my life I do; which I tender dearly, tho' I fay, I am a magician: therefore put you on your beft array; bid your friends, for if you will be married to-morrow, you fhall; and to Rofalind, if you will. SCENE Enter Silvius and Phebe. Look, here comes a lover of mine, and a lover of hers. Ros. I care not, if I have: it is my study And fo am I for Phebe. PHE. And I for Ganimed. ORLA. And I for Rofalind. Ros. And I for no woman. SIL. It is to be made all of faith and service: And fo am I for Phebe. PHE. And I for Ganymed. ORLA. And I for Rofalind. Ros. And I for no woman. SIL. It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of paffion, and all made of wishes, All humblenefs, all patience, and impatience, PHE. And fo am I for Ganymed. Ros. And fo am I for no woman. [To Rof. SIL. If this be fo, why blame you me to love you? you?" ORLA. If this be fo, why blame you me to love you? [To Phe. why blame you me to love ORLA. 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-I will help you if I can; [To Orlando.] -I would love you, if I could; [To Phebe.] -to-morrow meet we all together-I will marry you, [To Phebe.] if ever I marry woman, and I'll be married to-morrow I will fatisfy you, [To Orlando.] if ever I fatisfy'd man, and you fhall be married to-morrow. -I will content you, [To Silvius.] if what pleases you, contents you; and you fhall be married to-morrow. As you love Rofalind, meet [To Orlando.]As you love Phebe meet [To Silvius.] and as I love no woman, I'll meet-So fare you well; I have left you commands. 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 no difhoneft defire, to defire to be a woman of the world. Here comes two of the banish'd duke's pages. Enter two Pages. I PAGE. Well met, honeft gentleman. CLO. By my troth, well met: come, fit, fit, and a song. 2 PAGE. We are for you. Sit i' th' middle. I PAGE. Shall we clap into't roundly, without hawking, or spitting, or faying we are hoarfe, which are the only prologues to a bad voice? 2 PAGE: I'faith, i'faith, and both in a tune, like two gypfies on a horse. SON G. It was a lover and his lafs, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, In the fpring-time: the pretty spring time, Between the acres of the rye, With a hey, and a ho, and a nonino, The carrol they began that hour, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, How that a life was but a flower, In the 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 the fpring time, &c. CLO. Truly, young gentleman, though there was no great matter in the ditty, yet the note was very untunable. I PAGE. You are deceiv'd, fir, we kept time, we lost not our time. CLO. By my troth, yes: I count it but loft time to hear fuch a foolish fong. God b'w'you, and God mend your voices. Come, Audrey. [Exeunt. SCENE V. Changes to another part of the forest. Enter Duke fenior, Amiens, Jaques, Orlando, Oliver, and Celia. DUKE fen. Doft thou believe, Orlando, that the boy Can do all this that he hath promised? ORLA. I fometimes do believe, and fometimes do not; As those that fear they hope, and know they fear. Enter Rofalind, Silvius, and Phebe. Ros. Patience once more, whiles our compact is urg'd: You fay, if I bring in your Rofalind, [To the Duke. You will beftow her on Orlando here. DUKE fen. That would I, had I kingdoms to give with her. Ros. And you fay, you will have her when I bring her. [To Phebe. PHE. That will I, fhould I die the hour after. PHE. So is the bargain. Ros. You fay that you will have Phebe, if the will? |