O, I know where you are: nay, 'tis true: there was
never any thing so sudden but the fight of two rams
Caesar's thrasonical brag of 'I came, saw, and
overcame:' for your brother and my sister no sooner
but they looked, no sooner looked but they
loved, no sooner loved but they sighed, no sooner
but they asked one another the reason, no
sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy;
these degrees have they made a pair of stairs
to marriage which they will climb incontinent, or
incontinent before marriage: they are in
the very wrath of love and they will together; clubs
They shall be married to-morrow, and I will bid the
duke to the nuptial. But, O, how bitter a thing it
look into happiness through another man's
eyes! By so much the more shall I to-morrow be at
of heart-heaviness, by how much I shall
think my brother happy in having what he wishes for.
Why then, to-morrow I cannot serve your turn for Rosalind?
I can live no longer by thinking.
I will weary you then no longer with idle talking.
Know of me then, for now I speak to some purpose,
I know you are a gentleman of good conceit: I
speak not this that you should bear a good opinion
knowledge, insomuch I say I know you are;
neither do I labour for a greater esteem than may in
little measure draw a belief from you, to do
yourself good and not to grace me. Believe then, if
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
not impossible to me, if it appear not inconvenient
to you, to set her before your eyes tomorrow human
she is and without any danger.
Speakest thou in sober meanings?
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 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.
Youth, you have done me much ungentleness,
To show the letter that I writ to you.
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