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.