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 ser

Phe. And I for Ganymede.
Orl. And 1 for Rosalind.

Ros. And I for no woman.

Sil. It is to be all made of fantasy,

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 L for Rosalind.
Ros. And so am I for no woman.
Phe. If this be so,

why blame you me to love you?

[To ROSALIND.

Sil. If this be so, why blame you me to love

you?

[To PHERE. Orl. If this be so, why blame you me to love

you?

Boss Who do you speak to, why blame you me to love you? Orl. To her, that is not here, nor doth not hear.

tis like the

I

Ros. Pray you, no more of this; howling of Irish wolves against the moon. will help you, [TO SILVIUS] if I can: - I would

To-morrow

love you, [To PHEBE] if I could. meet me all together. I will marry you, [To PHEBE] if ever I marry woman, and I'll be mar ried to-morrow - I will satisfy you, [To OR LANDO] if ever I satisfy'd man, and you shall be married to-morrow: — I will content you, [Ta SILVIUS] if what pleases you contents you, you shall be married to-morrow. As you

and

[To ORLANDO ]'love Rosalind, meet; — as you, [TO SILVIUS] 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.

Touch. To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey; to-morrow 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. Here come two of the ba nish'd Duke's pages.

Enter two Pages.

1 Page. Well met, honest Gentleman.

Touch. By my troth, well met: Come, sit, sit,

and a song.

2 Page: We are for you sit i'the middle.

1 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?

2 Page. I'faith, i'faith; and both in a tune, like two gypsies on a horse.

SONG.

I.

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 rank time. When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; Sweet lovers love the spring.

II.

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, etc.

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, etc.

IV.

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, etc.

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

1 Page You are deceiv'd, Sir; we kept time, we lost not our time.

Touch. By my troth, yes; I count it but time lost to hear such a foolish song. God be with you; and God mend your voices! Audrey.

Come, [Exeunt

SCENE IV.

Another part of the Forest.

Enter Duke senior, AMIENS, JAQUES, ORLANDO, OLIVER, and CELIA,

Duke S. Dost thou believe, Orlondo, that the A 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 PHEBE.

Ros, Patience once more, whiles our compact is

You say, if I bring in your Rosalind,

You will bestow her on Orlando here?

Duke S. That would 1, had I kingdoms to give with her.

Ros. And you say, you will have her, when I bring her?

[To ORLANDO. Orl. That would I, were I of all kingdoms

King.

Ros. You say, you'll marry me, if I be willing? [To PHEBE. 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. Tou say, that you'll have Phebe, if she

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 we: and from hence I go,
To make these doubts all even.

Duke S.

[Exeunt ROSALIND and Celia. do remember in this shepherd

boy

Some lively touches of my daughter's favour.
Orl. My Lord, the first time that I ever saw

him,

Methought he was a brother to your daughter: But, my good Lord, this boy is forest-born; And hath been tutor'd in the rudiments

Of many desperate studies by his uncle,