Ros. I doe so, I confesse it: Ah, sirra, a body would thinke this was well counterfeited, I pray you tell your brother how well I counterfeited: heigh-ho Oli. This was not counterfeit, there is too great testimony in your complexion, that it was a passion of earnest Ros. Counterfeit, I assure you Oli. Well then, take a good heart, and counterfeit to be a man Ros. So I doe: but yfaith, I should haue beene a woman by right Cel. Come, you looke paler and paler: pray you draw homewards: good sir, goe with vs Oli. That will I: for I must beare answere backe How you excuse my brother, Rosalind Ros. I shall deuise something: but I pray you commend my counterfeiting to him: will you goe? Exeunt. Actus Quintus. Scena Prima. Enter Clowne and Awdrie. Clow. We shall finde a time Awdrie, patience gentle Awdrie Awd. Faith the Priest was good enough, for all the olde gentlemans saying Clow. A most wicked Sir Oliuer, Awdrie, a most vile Mar-text. But Awdrie, there is a youth heere in the Forrest layes claime to you Awd. I, I know who 'tis: he hath no interest in mee in the world: here comes the man you meane. Enter William. Clo. It is meat and drinke to me to see a Clowne, by my troth, we that haue good wits, haue much to answer for: we shall be flouting: we cannot hold Will. Good eu'n Audrey Aud. God ye good eu'n William Will. And good eu'n to you Sir Clo. Good eu'n gentle friend. Couer thy head, couer thy head: Nay prethee bee couer'd. How olde are you Friend? Will. Fiue and twentie Sir Clo. A ripe age: Is thy name William? Will. William, sir Clo. A faire name. Was't borne i'th Forrest heere? Will. I sir, I thanke God Clo. Thanke God: A good answer: Art rich? Will. 'Faith sir, so, so Cle. So, so, is good, very good, very excellent good: and yet it is not, it is but so, so: Art thou wise? Will. I sir, I haue a prettie wit Clo. Why, thou saist well. I do now remember a saying: The Foole doth thinke he is wise, but the wiseman knowes himselfe to be a Foole. The Heathen Philosopher, when he had a desire to eate a Grape, would open his lips when he put it into his mouth, meaning thereby, that Grapes were made to eate, and lippes to open. You do loue this maid? Will. I do sir Clo. Giue me your hand: Art thou Learned? Will. No sir Clo. Then learne this of me, To haue, is to haue. For it is a figure in Rhetoricke, that drink being powr'd out of a cup into a glasse, by filling the one, doth empty the other. For all your Writers do consent, that ipse is hee: now you are not ipse, for I am he