Another Part of 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 - 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 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 tomorrow. Thither 
	will I invite the duke and all's contented followers. Go 
	you and prepare Aliena; for, 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!

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 counterfeited to swoon when 
	he showed me your handkercher?

Orlando	Ay, and greater wonders than that.

Rosalind	O, I know where you are. Nay, 'tis true; there was never 
	anything so sudden but the fight of two rams, and Caesar'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; 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.

Orlando	They shall be married tomorrow, 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 tomorrow be at the height of heart-heaviness, by 
	how much I shall think my brother happy in having what he 
	wishes for.

Rosalind	Why then, tomorrow I cannot serve your turn for Rosalind?

Orlando	I can live no longer by thinking.

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 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 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, if it appear not inconvenient to you, to 
	set her before your eyes tomorrow, human as she is, and 
	without any danger.

Orlando	Speak'st thou in sober meanings?

Rosalind	By my life, I do; which I tender dearly though I say I am a 
	magician. Therefore put you in your best array, bid your 
	friends - for if you will be married tomorrow, you shall - 
	and to Rosalind, if you will.

                        Enter SILVIUS and PHOEBE.

	Look, here comes a lover of mine, and a lover of hers.

Phoebe	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;
	Look upon him, love him; he worships you.

Phoebe	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 Phoebe.

Phoebe	And I for Ganymede.

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 Phoebe.

Phoebe	And I for Ganymede.

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,
	All humbleness, all patience and impatience,
	All purity, all trial, all obeisance;
	And so am I for Phoebe.

Phoebe	And so am I for Ganymede.

Orlando	And so am I for Rosalind.

Rosalind	And so am I for no woman.

Phoebe	[To ROSALIND.] If this be so, why blame you me to love you?

Silvius	[To PHOEBE.] 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 too 'Why blame 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 PHOEBE.] I would love you if I could. - Tomorrow 
	meet me all together. [To PHOEBE.] I will marry you if ever 
	I marry woman, and I'll be married tomorrow. [To ORLANDO.] 
	I will satisfy you if ever I satisfied man, and you shall 
	be married tomorrow. [To SILVIUS.] I will content you if 
	what pleases you contents you, and you shall be married 
	tomorrow. [To ORLANDO] As you love Rosalind, meet. [To 
	SILVIUS.] As you love Phoebe, meet. - And as I love no 
	woman, I'll meet. So, fare you well; I have left you 
	commands.

Silvius	I'll not fail, if I live.

Phoebe	Nor I.

Orlando	Nor I.
															[Exeunt.
