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well I counterfeited.--Heigh-ho!--
OLIVER.
This was not counterfeit; there is too great testimony
in your complexion that it was a passion of earnest.
ROSALIND.
Counterfeit, I assure you.
OLIVER.
Well then, take a good heart, and counterfeit to be a man.
ROSALIND.
So I do: but, i' faith, I should have been a 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 back
How you excuse my brother, Rosalind.
ROSALIND.
I shall devise something: but, I pray you, commend my
counterfeiting to him.--Will you go?
[Exeunt.]
ACT V.
SCENE I. The Forest of Arden.
[Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY.]
TOUCHSTONE.
We shall find a time, Audrey; patience, gentle Audrey.
AUDREY.
Faith, the priest was good enough, for all the old gentleman's
saying.
TOUCHSTONE.
A most wicked Sir Oliver, Audrey, a most vile Martext.
But, Audrey, there is a youth here in the forest lays claim to
you.
AUDREY.
Ay, I know who 'tis: he hath no interest in me in the
world: here comes the man you mean.
[Enter WILLIAM.]
TOUCHSTONE.
It is meat and drink to me to see a clown: By my troth,
we that have good wits have much to answer for; we shall be
flouting; we cannot hold.
WILLIAM.
Good even, Audrey.
AUDREY.
God ye good even, William.
WILLIAM.
And good even to you, sir.
TOUCHSTONE.
Good even, gentle friend. Cover thy head, cover thy
head; nay, pr'ythee, be covered. How old are you, friend?
WILLIAM.
Five and twenty, sir.
TOUCHSTONE.
A ripe age. Is thy name William?
WILLIAM.
William, sir.
TOUCHSTONE.
A fair name. Wast born i' the forest here?
WILLIAM.
Ay, sir, I thank God.
TOUCHSTONE.
"Thank God;"--a good answer. Art rich?
WILLIAM.
Faith, sir, so-so.
TOUCHSTONE.
"So-so" is good, very good, very excellent good:--and
yet it is not; it is but so-so. Art thou wise?
WILLIAM.
Ay, sir, I have a pretty wit.
TOUCHSTONE.
Why, thou say'st well. I do now remember a saying; 'The
fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to
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