Shakespeare's comedy of As you like it; . Look, he recovers. i6o Rosalind. I would I were at home. Celia. We 11 lead you thither. — I pray you, will you take him by the arm? Oliver. Be of good cheer, youth; you a man ! youlack a mans heart. Rosalind. I do so, I confess it. Ah, sirrah, a bodywould think this was well counterfeited ! I pray you,tell your brother how well I counterfeited. — Heigh-ho ! Oliver. This was not counterfeit; there is too greattestimony in your complexion that it was a passion ofearnest. 170 Rosalind. Counterfeit, I assure you. Oliver. Well then, take a good heart and co
Shakespeare's comedy of As you like it; . Look, he recovers. i6o Rosalind. I would I were at home. Celia. We 11 lead you thither. — I pray you, will you take him by the arm? Oliver. Be of good cheer, youth; you a man ! youlack a mans heart. Rosalind. I do so, I confess it. Ah, sirrah, a bodywould think this was well counterfeited ! I pray you,tell your brother how well I counterfeited. — Heigh-ho ! Oliver. This was not counterfeit; there is too greattestimony in your complexion that it was a passion ofearnest. 170 Rosalind. Counterfeit, I assure you. Oliver. Well then, take a good heart and counter-feit to be a man. Rosalind. So I do j but, i faith, I should have beena woman by right. Celia. Come, you look paler and paler; pray you,draw homewards. — Good sir, go with us. Oliver. That will I, for I must bear answer backHow you excuse my brother, Rosalind. Rosalind. I shall devise something; but, I pray 180you, commend my counterfeiting to him. — Will yougo? \_Exeunt. v^, ^ S??J <,-f \ A.^ _ l. Here comes a fair of very strange beasts ACT V Scene I. The Forest Enter Touchstone and Audrey Touchstone. We shall find a time, Audrey; pa-tience, gentle Audrey. Audrey. Faith, the priest was good enough, for allthe old gentlemans saying. Touchstone. A most wicked Sir Oliver, Audrey, amost vile Martext. But, Audrey, there is a youth herein the forest lays claim to you. 117 ii8 As You Like It [Act v Audrey. Ay, I know who t is : he hath no interestin me in the world. Here comes the man you mean. Touchstone. It is meat and drink to me to see a loclown. By my troth, we that have good wits havemuch to answer for; we shall be flouting, we cannothold. Enter William William. Good even, Audrey. Audrey. God ye good even, William. William. And good even to you, sir. Touchstone. Good even, gentle friend. Cover thyhead, cover thy head; nay, prithee, be old are you, friend? William. Five and twenty, sir. 20 Touchstone. A ripe age. Is thy name William ? William. Willi
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