And he did render 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: But kindness, nobler ever than revenge, Who quickly fell before him; in which hurtling CEL. Are you his brother? Ros. Was it you he rescu❜d? CEL. Was't you that did so oft contrive to kill him? OLI. 'Twas I; but 'tis not I: I do not shame To tell you what I was, since my conversion So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am. Ros. But, for the bloody napkin ? OLI. By, and by. When from the first to last, betwixt us two, Tears our recountments had most kindly bath'd," And he did render him—] i. e. represent, account. Cymb. STEEVens. b just occasion] i. e. such reasonable ground, as might have amply justified, or given just occasion for abandoning him. See Rosal. IV. 1. d Tears our recountments had most kindly bath'd, As, how-] i. e. with a train of circumstances, "As how." Who gave me fresh array, and entertainment, There stripp'd himself, and here upon his arm 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 excuse CEL. Why, how now, Ganymede ? sweet Gany- blood. CEL. There is more in it:-Cousin - Ganymede !(23) 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, sirra," 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. a Ah, sirra, a body would think this was well counterfeited] Yet, scarce more than half in possession of herself, in her flutter and tremulous articulation, she adds to one word the first letter, or article, of the succeeding one. For this, the reading of the folios, the modern editors give sir. 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. ACT V. SCENE I. The same. Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY. TOUCH. We shall find a time, Audrey; patience, gentle Audrey. AUD. 'Faith, the priest was good enough, for all the old gentleman's saying. TOUCH. A most wicked sir Oliver, Audrey, a most vile Mar-text. But, Audrey, there is a youth here in the forest lays claim to you. AUD. Ay, I know who 'tis; he hath no interest in me in the world: here comes the man you mean. Enter WILLIAM. TOUCH. It is meat and drink to me to see a clown: By my troth, we that have good wits, have much to answer for; we shall be flouting; we cannot hold. WILL. Good even, Audrey. AUD. God ye good even, William. WILL. And good even to you, sir. TOUCH. Good even, gentle friend: Cover thy head, cover thy head; nay, pr'ythee, be covered. How old are you, friend? WILL. Five and twenty, sir. TOUCH. A ripe age: Is thy name, William ? TOUCH. A fair name: Wast born i'the forest here? WILL. Ay, sir, I thank God. TOUCH. Thank God;-a good answer: Art rich? WILL. Faith, sir, so, so. TOUCH. So, so, is good, very good, very excellent good and yet it is not; it is but so so. Art thou wise? WILL. Ay, sir, I have a pretty wit. TOUCH. Why, thou say'st well. I do now remember a saying; The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. The heathen philosopher, when he had a desire to eat a grape, would open his lips when he put it into his mouth; meaning thereby, that grapes were made to eat, and lips to open. (1) You do love this maid? WILL. I do, sir. TOUCH. Give me your hand: Art thou learned? WILL. No, sir. TOUCH. Then learn this of me; To have, is to have: For it is a figure in rhetorick, that drink, being poured out of a cup into a glass, by filling the one doth empty the other: For all your writers do consent, that ipse is he; now you are not ipse, for I am he. a WILL. Which he, sir? TOUCH. He, sir, that must marry this woman: Therefore, you clown, abandon, which is in the vulgar, leave, the society, which in the boorish is, company, of this female, which in the common is, woman, which together is, abandon the society of this female; or, clown thou perishest; or, to thy better understanding, diest; or to wit, I kill thee, make thee away, translate thy life into death, thy liberty into bondage: I will deal in poison with a all writers consent] i. e. concur. H See Oliver's next speech. |