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.Then loue me RosalindRos.Yes faith will I, fridaies and saterdaies, and allOrl.And wilt thou haue me?Ros.I, and twentie suchOrl.What saiest thou?Ros.Are you not good?Orl.I hope soRosalind.Why then, can one desire too much of agood thing: Come sister, you shall be the Priest, andmarrie vs: giue me your hand Orlando: What doe yousay sister?Orl.Pray thee marrie vsCel.I cannot say the wordsRos.You must begin, will you OrlandoCel.Goe too: wil you Orlando, haue to wife this Rosalind?Orl.I willRos.I, but when?Orl.Why now, as fast as she can marrie vsRos.Then you must say, I take thee Rosalind forwifeOrl.I take thee Rosalind for wifeRos.I might aske you for your Commission,But I doe take thee Orlando for my husband: there's agirle goes before the Priest, and certainely a Womansthought runs before her actionsOrl.So do all thoughts, they are wing'dRos.Now tell me how long you would haue her, afteryou haue possest her?Orl.For euer, and a dayRos.Say a day, without the euer: no, no Orlando, menare Aprill when they woe, December when they wed:Maides are May when they are maides, but the sky changeswhen they are wiues: I will bee more iealous ofthee, then a Barbary cocke-pidgeon ouer his hen, moreclamorous then a Parrat against raine, more new-fangledthen an ape, more giddy in my desires, then a monkey:I will weepe for nothing, like Diana in the Fountaine,& I wil do that when you are dispos'd to be merry:I will laugh like a Hyen, and that when thou art inclin'dto sleepeOrl.But will my Rosalind doe so?Ros.By my life, she will doe as I doeOrl.O but she is wiseRos.Or else shee could not haue the wit to doe this:the wiser, the waywarder: make the doores vpon a womanswit, and it will out at the casement: shut that, and'twill out at the key-hole: stop that, 'twill flie with thesmoake out at the chimneyOrl.A man that had a wife with such a wit, he mightsay, wit whether wil't?Ros.Nay, you might keepe that checke for it, till youmet your wiues wit going to your neighbours bedOrl.And what wit could wit haue, to excuse that?Rosa.Marry to say, she came to seeke you there: youshall neuer take her without her answer, vnlesse you takeher without her tongue: o that woman that cannotmake her fault her husbands occasion, let her neuer nurseher childe her selfe, for she will breed it like a fooleOrl.For these two houres Rosalinde, I wil leaue theeRos.Alas, deere loue, I cannot lacke thee two houresOrl.I must attend the Duke at dinner, by two a clockI will be with thee againeRos.I, goe your waies, goe your waies: I knew whatyou would proue, my friends told mee as much, and Ithought no lesse: that flattering tongue of yours wonneme: 'tis but one cast away, and so come death: two o'clocke is your howreOrl.I, sweet RosalindRos.By my troth, and in good earnest, and so Godmend mee, and by all pretty oathes that are not dangerous,if you breake one iot of your promise, or come oneminute behinde your houre, I will thinke you the mostpatheticall breake-promise, and the most hollow louer,and the most vnworthy of her you call Rosalinde, thatmay bee chosen out of the grosse band of the vnfaithfull:therefore beware my censure, and keep your promiseOrl.With no lesse religion, then if thou wert indeedmy Rosalind: so adieuRos.Well, Time is the olde Iustice that examines allsuch offenders, and let time try: adieu.Enter.Cel.You haue simply misus'd our sexe in your loue-prate:we must haue your doublet and hose pluckt oueryour head, and shew the world what the bird hath doneto her owne neastRos.O coz, coz, coz: my pretty little coz, that thoudidst know how many fathome deepe I am in loue: butit cannot bee sounded: my affection hath an vnknownebottome, like the Bay of PortugallCel.Or rather bottomlesse, that as fast as you poureaffection in, it runs outRos.No, that same wicked Bastard of Venus, that wasbegot of thought, conceiu'd of spleene, and borne ofmadnesse, that blinde rascally boy, that abuses eueryones eyes, because his owne are out, let him bee iudge,how deepe I am in loue: ile tell thee Aliena, I cannot beout of the sight of Orlando: Ile goe finde a shadow, andsigh till he comeCel.And Ile sleepe.Exeunt.Scena Secunda.Enter Iaques and Lords, Forresters.Iaq.Which is he that killed the Deare?Lord.Sir, it was IIaq.Let's present him to the Duke like a RomaneConquerour, and it would doe well to set the Deareshorns vpon his head, for a branch of victory; haue youno song Forrester for this purpose?Lord.Yes SirIaq.Sing it: 'tis no matter how it bee in tune, so itmake noyse enough.Musicke, Song.What shall he haue that kild the Deare?His Leather skin, and hornes to weare:Then sing him home, the rest shall beare this burthen;Take thou no scorne to weare the horne,It was a crest ere thou wast borne,Thy fathers father wore it,And thy father bore it,The horne, the horne, the lusty horne,Is not a thing to laugh to scorne.Exeunt.Scoena Tertia.Enter Rosalind and Celia.Ros.How say you now, is it not past two a clock?And heere much OrlandoCel.I warrant you, with pure loue, & troubled brain,Enter Siluius.He hath t'ane his bow and arrowes, and is gone forthTo sleepe: looke who comes heereSil [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]