ACT 5, SCENE 2: The forest.

Enter ORLANDO and OLIVER.

ORLANDO: 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 persever to enjoy her?

OLIVER: Neither call the giddiness of it in question,                                    [5]
the poverty of her, the small acquaintance, my sudden
wooing, 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                      [10]
that was old Sir Rowland's will I estate upon you,
and here live and die a shepherd.

ORLANDO: 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                       [15]
look you, here comes my Rosalind.

Enter ROSALIND.

ROSALIND: God save you, brother.

OLIVER: And you, fair sister.

[Exit.]

ROSALIND: O, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to
see thee wear thy heart in a scarf!                                                           [20]

ORLANDO: It is my arm.

ROSALIND: I thought thy heart had been wounded
with the claws of a lion.

ORLANDO: Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady.

ROSALIND: Did your brother tell you how I                                                  [25]
counterfeited to swoon when he showed me your
handkerchief?

ORLANDO: Ay, and greater wonders than that.

ROSALIND: O, I know where you are: nay, 'tis true:
there was never any thing so sudden but the fight of                       [30]
two rams and Csar's thrasonical brag of 'I came,
saw, and overcame:' for your brother and my sister
no sooner met but they looked, no sooner looked but
they loved, no sooner loved but they sighed, no
sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason,                      [35]
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                                [40]
cannot part them.

ORLANDO: 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                  [45]
at the height of heart-heaviness, by how much I shall
think my brother happy in having what he wishes for.

ROSALIND: Why then, to-morrow I cannot serve your
turn for Rosalind?

ORLANDO: I can live no longer by thinking.                                                 [50]

ROSALIND: 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                            [55]
you are; neither do I labour for a greater esteem than
may in some little measure draw a belief from you,
to do yourself good and not to grace me. Believe
then, if you please, that I can do strange things: I have,
since I was three year old, conversed with a magician,                     [60]
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, shall you marry her: I know into what straits
of fortune she is driven; and it is not impossible to me,                  [65]
if it appear not inconvenient to you, to set her before
your eyes to-morrow human as she is and without
any danger.

ORLANDO: Speakest thou in sober meanings?

ROSALIND: By my life, I do; which I tender dearly,                                      [70]
though 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.                     [75]

PHEBE: Youth, you have done me much ungentleness,
To show the letter that I writ to you.

ROSALIND: I care not if I have: it is my study
To seem despiteful and ungentle to you:
You are there followed by a faithful shepherd;                                   [80]
Look upon him, love him; he worships you.

PHEBE: Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love.

SILVIUS: It is to be all made of sighs and tears;
And so am I for Phebe.

PHEBE: And I for Ganymede.                                                                              [85]

ORLANDO: And I for Rosalind.

ROSALIND: And I for no woman.

SILVIUS: It is to be all made of faith and service;
And so am I for Phebe.

PHEBE: And I for Ganymede.                                                                              [90]

ORLANDO: And I for Rosalind.

ROSALIND: And I for no woman.

SILVIUS: It is to be all made of fantasy,
All made of passion and all made of wishes,
All adoration, duty, and observance,                                                     [95]
All humbleness, all patience and impatience,
All purity, all trial, all observance;
And so am I for Phebe.

PHEBE: And so am I for Ganymede.

ORLANDO: And so am I for Rosalind.                                                             [100]

ROSALIND: And so am I for no woman.

PHEBE: If this be so, why blame you me to love you?

SILVIUS: If this be so, why blame you me to love you?

ORLANDO: If this be so, why blame you me to love you?

ROSALIND: Who do you speak to, 'Why blame                                            [105]
you me to love you?'

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

ROSALIND: Pray you, no more of this; 'tis like the
howling of Irish wolves against the moon.[To
SILVIUS.] I will help you, if I can: [To PHEBE.] I                               [110]
would love you, if I could. To-morrow meet me all
together. [To PHEBE.] I will marry you, if ever I marry
woman, and I'll be married to-morrow: [To ORLANDO.]
I will satisfy you, if ever I satisfied man, and you shall be
married to-morrow: [To SILVIUS.] I will content                              [115]
you, if what pleases you contents you, and you shall be
married to-morrow. [To ORLANDO.] As you love
Rosalind, meet: [To SILVIUS.] as you love Phebe,
meet: and as I love no woman, I'll meet. So fare you
well: I have left you commands.                                                            [120]

SILVIUS: I'll not fail, if I live.

PHEBE: Nor I.

ORLANDO: Nor I.

[Exeunt.]


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