SCENE IThe forest.
Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY.
We shall find a time, Audrey; patience,
Faith, the priest was good enough,
for all the old gentleman's saying.
A most wicked Sir Oliver, Audrey,
a most vile Martext. But, Audrey, there is a
youth here in the forest lays claim to you.
Ay, I know who 'tis; he hath no interest
in me in the world: here comes the (10)
man you mean.
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. Enter WILLIAM.
Good even, Audrey.
God ye good even, William.
And good even to you, sir.
Good even, gentle friend. Cover
thy head, cover thy head; nay, prithee, be (20)
covered. How old are you, friend?
Five and twenty, sir.
A ripe age. Is thy name William?
A fair name. Wast born i' the forest
Ay, sir, I thank God.
'Thank God;' a good answer. Art rich?
Faith, sir, so so.
'So so' is good, very good, very
excellent good; and yet it is not; it is but so (31)
so. Art thou wise?
Ay, sir, I have a pretty wit.
Why, thou sayest well. I do now
remember a saying, 'The fool doth think he is
wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a
fool.' The heathen philosopher, when he had a
desire to eat a grape, would open his lips when
he put it into his mouth; meaning thereby that
grapes were made to eat and lips to open. You (40)
do love this maid?
I do, sir.
Give me your hand. Art thou learned?
Then learn this of me: to have, is
to have; for it is a figure in rhetoric that
drink, being poured out of a cup into a glass,
by filling the one doth empty the other; for all
your writers do consent that ipse is he: now,
you are not ipse, for I am he. (50)
Which he, sir?
He, sir, that must marry this
woman. Therefore, you clown, abandon,--
which is in the vulgar leave,--the society,--
which in the boorish is company,--of this female,
--which in the common is woman; which
together is, abandon the society of this female,
or, clown, thou perishest; or, to thy better
understanding, diest; or, to wit, I kill thee,
make thee away, translate thy life into death,
thy liberty into bondage: I will deal in poison
with thee, or in bastinado, or in steel; I will
bandy with thee in faction; I will o'errun
thee with policy; I will kill thee a hundred
and fifty ways: therefore tremble, and depart.
Do, good William.
God rest you merry, sir. [Exit.
Our master and mistress seeks you;
come, away, away!
Trip, Audrey! trip, Audrey! I attend,
I attend. [Exeunt.