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Charles Gildon [1709–1710], The works of Mr. William Shakespear; in six [seven] volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts. Revis'd and Corrected, with an Account of the Life and Writings of the Author. By N. Rowe ([Vol. 7] Printed for E. Curll... and E. Sanger [etc.], London) [word count] [S11401].
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SCENE II. Enter Orlando and Oliver.

Orla.

Is't possible, that on so little Acquaintance you should like her? That, but seeing, you should love her?

And loving, woo? and wooing, she should grant? And will you persevere to enjoy her?

Oli.

Neither call the Giddiness of it in question, the Poverty of her, the small Acquaintance, my sudden Wooing,

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nor her sudden consenting; but say with me, I love Aliena; say with her, that she loves me; consent with both, that we may enjoy each other; it shall be to your good: For my Father's House, and all the Revenue, that was old Sir Rowland's, will I estate upon you, and here live and die a Shepherd.

Enter Rosalind.

Orla.
You have my Consent.
Let your Wedding be to Morrow; thither will I
Invite the Duke, and all's contented Followers:
Go you, and prepare Aliena; for look you,
Here comes my Rosalind.

Ros.

God save you, Brother.

Orla.

And you, fair Sister.

Ros.

Oh my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to see thee wear thy Heart in a Scarf.

Orla.

It is my Arm.

Ros.

I thought thy Heart had been wounded with the Claws of a Lion.

Orla.

Wounded it is, but with the Eyes of a Lady.

Ros.

Did your Brother tell you how I counterfeited to swound, when he shew'd me your Handkerchief?

Orla.

Ay, and greater Wonders than that.

Ros.

O, I know where you are: Nay, 'tis true: There was never any thing so sudden, but the Fight of two Rams, and Cæsar's Thrasonical Brag, of, I came, saw, and overcame: For your Brother, and my Sister, no sooner met, but they look'd; no sooner look'd, but they lov'd; no sooner lov'd, but they sigh'd; no sooner sigh'd, but they ask'd one another the Reason; no sooner knew the Reason, but they sought the Remedy; and in these Degrees have they made a Pair of Stairs to Marriage, which they will climb incontinent, or else be incontinent before Marriage; they are in the very Wrath of Love, and they will together. Clubs cannot part them.

Orla.

They shall be married to Morrow; and I will bid the Duke to the Nuptial. But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into Happiness through another Man's Eyes; by so much the more shall I to Morrow be at the Height of Heart-Heaviness, by how much I shall think my Brother happy, in having what he wishes for.

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Ros.

Why then to Morrow I cannot serve your Turn for Rosalind?

Orla.

I can live no longer by thinking.

Ros.

I will weary you then no longer with idle Talking. Know of me then, for now I speak to some purpose, that I know you are a Gentleman of good Conceit. I speak not this, that you should bear a good Opinion of my Knowledge; insomuch, I say, I know what you are; neither do I labour for a greater Esteem than may in some little Measure draw a Belief from you to do your self good, and not to grace me. Believe then, if you please, that I can do strange things; I have, since I was three Years old, converst with a Magician, most profound in his Art, and yet not damnable. If you do love Rosalind so near the Heart, as your Gesture cries it out, when your Brother marries Aliena you shall marry her. I know into what Streights of Fortune she is driven, and it is not impossible to me, if it appear not inconvenient to you, to set her before your Eyes to Morrow; Human as she is, and without any Danger.

Orla.

Speak'st thou in sober Meanings?

Ros.

By my Life I do, which I tender dearly, tho' I say I am a Magician: Therefore put you in your best Array, bid your Friends: For if you will be married to Morrow, you shall, and to Rosalind, if you will.

Enter Silvius and Phebe.
Look, here comes a Lover of mine, and a Lover of hers.

Phe.
Youth, you have done me much ungentleness,
To shew the Letter that I writ to you.

Ros.
I care not if I have: It is my Study
To seem despiteful and ungentle to you:
You are there follow'd by a faithful Shepherd;
Look upon him, love him; he worships you.

Phe.
Good Shepherd, tell this Youth what 'tis to love.

Sil.
It is to be made all of Sighs and Tears,
And so am I for Phebe.

Phe.
And I for Ganimed.

Orla.
And I for Rosalind.

Ros.
And I for no Woman.

Sil.
It is to be made all of Faith and Service;
And so am I for Phebe.

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Phe.
And I for Ganimed.

Orla.
And I for Rosalind.

Ros.
And I for no Woman.

Sil.
It is to be all made of Fantasie,
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 Ganimed.

Orla.
And so am I for Rosalind.

Ros.
And so am I for no Woman.

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

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

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

Ros.

Who do you speak to, Why blame you me to love you?

Orla.

To her that is not here, nor doth not hear.

Ros.

Pray you no more of this; 'tis like the Howling of Irish Wolves against the Moon; I will help you if I can; I would love you if I could: To Morrow meet me all together; I will marry you, if ever I marry Woman, and I'll be married to Morrow; I will satisfy you, if ever I satisfy'd Man, and you shall be married to Morrow; I will content you, if what pleases you contents you, and you shall be married to Morrow. As you love Rosalind meet, as you 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.

Phe.

Nor I.

Orla.

Nor I.

[Exeunt.
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Charles Gildon [1709–1710], The works of Mr. William Shakespear; in six [seven] volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts. Revis'd and Corrected, with an Account of the Life and Writings of the Author. By N. Rowe ([Vol. 7] Printed for E. Curll... and E. Sanger [etc.], London) [word count] [S11401].
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