Sil. No, I proteft, I know not the contents; Phebe did write it. Rof. Come, come, you're a fool, And turn'd into th' extremity of love. I saw her hand, fhe has a leathern hand, This is a man's invention, and his hand. Rof. Why, 'tis a boisterous and a cruel ftile, Than in their countenance. Will you hear the letteru? Mugs Meat. Sil. So please you, for I never heard it yet; Yet heard too much of Phebe's cruelty, Rof. She Phebe's me--mark, how the tyrant writes. Vun bishe [Reads] Art thou God to Shepherd turn'd, That a maiden's heart hath burn'd, Can a woman rail thus? Sil. Call you this railing? Ref. [Reads.] Why, thy Godhead laid apart, Did you ever hear fuch railing? * * Z Whiles the eye of man did woo me, Meaning me a beaft. i 1. * to me. Vengeance is ufed for a mischief. If the fcorn of your bright eyne Have power to raife fuch love in mine, How then might your prayers move? i He, that brings this love to thee,) bull Little knows this love in me; i And by him feal up thy mind, Whether that thy Youth and Kind A Of me, and all that I can make; And then I'll study how to die. Sil. Call you this chiding? Rof. Do you pity him? no, he deferves no pity Wilt thou love fuch a woman-what, to make thee an inftrument, and play false strains upon thee? not to be endured!-Well, go your way to her; for I fee love hath made thee a tame fnake, and fay this to her; "that if fhe love me, I charge her to love thee; If fhe will not, I will never have her, unless thou "intreat for her." If you be a true lover, hence, and not a word; for here comes more company. SCENE VI Exit Silvius. Enter Oliver. Oli. Good-morrow, fair ones: pray you, if you know Where, in the purlews of this forest, stands A fheep-cote fenc'd about with olive-trees? • Youth and Kind.] Kind is the old word for nature. Cel. Cel. Weft of this place, down in the neighbour bottom, The rank of ofiers, by the murmuring ftream, Oli. If that an eye may profit by a tongue, Cel. I pray you, tell it. Oli. When last the young Orlando parted from you, He left a promise to return again * Within an hour; and pacing through the forest, Chewing the food of fweet and bitter fancy, Lo, what befel! he threw his eye alide, And mark what object did prefent itself. A wretched ragged man, o'er-grown with hair, And with indented glides did flip away... * We must read, within two hours. G 4 Into Into a bufh; under which bush's fhade A Lioness, with udders all drawn dry, Lay couching head on ground, with cat-like watch To prey on nothing that doth feem as dead: Cel. O, I have heard him fpeak of that fame brother, And he did render him the most unnatural That liv'd 'mongst men. Oli. And well he might fo do; For, well I know, he was unnatural. Rof. But, to Orlando did he leave him there, -Food to the fuck'd and hungry lionefs? k Oli. Twice did he turn his back, and purpos'd fo Who quickly fell before him; in which hurtling Cel. Are you his brother? Rof. Was it you he refcu'd? Cel. Was't you that did fo oft contrive to kill him? Oli. 'Twas I; but 'tis not I; I do not shame To tell you what I was, fince my conversion So fweetly tastes, being the thing I am. Oli. By, and by. When from the firft to laft, betwixt us two, In brief, he led me to the gentle Duke, «** There ftripp'd himfelf, and here upon his arm The The lionefs had torn some flesh away, Which all this while had bled; and now he fainted, Brief, I recover'd him; bound up his wound; To tell this story, that you might excufe His broken promife; and to give this napkin, Cel. Why, how now? Ganymed! Sweet! [Rofalind faints. Oli. Many will fwoon, when they do look on blood.? Oli. Look, he recovers.. Rof. 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. Rof. I do fo, I confefs it. Ah, Sir, 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 paffion of earneft. Rof. Counterfeit, I affure you. Oli. Well then, take a good heart, and counterfeit to be a man. Rof. So I do: but, i'faith, I fhould 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, *Coufin, Ganymed] Celia in her firft fright torgets Rofalind's character and difguife, and calls out Coufin, then recollects herself and fays Ganymed. How |