We shall find a time, Audrey; patience, gentle Audrey.

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 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.

Good ev’n, Audrey.

God ye good ev’n, William.

And good ev’n to you, sir.

Good ev’n, gentle friend. Cover thy head, cover thy head. Nay, prithee,

be covered. How old are you, friend?

Five-and-twenty, sir.

A ripe age. Is thy name William?

William, sir.

A fair name. Wast born i’ th’ forest here?

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-so. Art thou wise?

Ay, sir, I have a pretty wit.

Why, thou sayst 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 do love this maid?

I do, sir.

Give me your hand. Art thou learned?

No, sir.

Then learn this of me: to have is to have. For it is a figure in

rhetoric that drink, being poured out of 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.

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; 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.

Our master and mistress seek you. Come away, away.

Trip, Audrey, trip, Audrey! I attend, I attend.