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Orl. I would kiss, before I spoke.


Orl. How if the kiss be denied?


Orl. Who could be out, being before his beloved mistress


my wit.

Orl. What, of my suit?



Rosalind? Orl. I take some joy to say you are, because I would be talking of her.

Ros. Well, in her person, I say I will not have you. Orl. Then, in mine own person,




Orl. Then love me, Rosalind.

Ros. Yes, faith will I, Fridays, and Saturdays, and all.

Orl. And wilt thou have me?
Ros. Ay, and twenty such.
Orl. What say'st thou?
Ros. Are you not good?
Orl. I hope so.

Ros. Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing Come, sister, you shall be the priest, and marry us.-Give me your hand, Orlando :What do you say, sister?

Orl. Pray thee, marry us.
Cel. I cannot say the words.
Ros. You must begin, Will you,

Orlando, Cel. Go to: Will you, Orlando, have to wife this Rosalind ?

Orl. I will.
Ros. Ay, but when ?

Ros. Then you must say, I take thee, Rosalind, for wife.

Ori. I take thee, Rosalind, for wife.

Ros. I might ask you for your commission ; but, -I do take thee, Orlando, for my husband : There a girl goes before the priest; and, certainly, a woman's thought runs before her actions.

Orl. So do all thoughts ; they are winged.

Ros. Now tell me, how long you would have her, after you have possessed her.

Orl. For ever, and a day.

Ros. Say a day, without the ever: No, no, Orlando ; men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. I will be more jealous of thee than a Barbary cockpigeon over his hen; more clamorous than a parrot against rain ; more new-fangled than an ape ; more giddy in my desires than a monkey: I will weep


Orl. But will my Rosalind do so?
Ros. By my life, she will do, as I do.
Orl. 0, but she is wise.

Ros. Or else she could not have the wit to do this: the wiser, the waywarder: Make the doors upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the casement; shut that, and 'twill out at the key-hole; stop that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney.

Orl. A man that had a wife with such a wit, he might say,-Wit, whither wilt? 5

Ros. Nay, you might kcep that check for it, till you met your wife's wit going to your neighbour's bed.

Orl. And what wit could wit have to excuse that? Ros. Marry, to say,—she came to seek you



. I will weep for nothing, like Diana in the fountain,] Statues, and particularly that of Diana, with water conveyed through them to give the appearance of weeping figures, were anciently a frequent ornament of fountains.

I will laugh like a hyen,] The bark of the hyena was anciently supposed to resemble a loud laugh.

Make the doors-]This is an expression used in several of the midland counties, instead of bar the door.

Wit, whither wilt?] This was an exclamation much in use, when any one was either talking nonsense, or usurping a greater share in conversation than justly belonged to him.


you would



Ros. Alas, dear love, I cannot lack thee two hours.


Ros. Ay, go your ways, go your ways ;-I knew what

prove; my friends told me as much, and I thought no less that flattering tongue of yours won me 'tis but one cast away, and so, come, death.—Two o'clock is your hour?

Orl. Ay, sweet Rosalind.


Orl. With no less religion, than if thou wert indeed my Rosalind : So, adieu.

Ros. Well, time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let time try : Adieu !

[Exit ORLANDO. Cel. You have simply misus’d our sex in your love-prate : we must have your doublet and hose

6 - make her fault her husband's occasion,] That is, represent her fault as occasioned by her husband.

1the most pathetical break-promise,] Rosalind means a lover whose falsehood would most deeply affect his mistress.



Cel. Or, rather, bottomless; that as fast as you pour

affection in, it runs out. Ros. No, that same wicked bastard of Venus, that was begot of thought, conceived of spleen, and born of madness; that blind rascally boy, that abuses every one's eyes, because his own are out, let him be judge, how deep I am in love :--I'll tell thee, Aliena, I cannot be out of the sight of Orlando : I'll go find a shadow, and sigh till he come. Cel. And I'll sleep.



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Another Part of the Forest. Enter Jaques and Lords, in the habit of Foresters,

Jaq. Which is he that killed the deer? i Lord. Sir, it was I.


2 Lord. Yes, sir.


begot of thought,] i. e. of melancholy.

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