Page 1986 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2
P. 1986
He sent me hither, stranger as I am,
To tell this story, that you might excuse
His broken promise, and to give this napkin,
Dy’d in his blood, unto the shepherd youth [155]
That he in sport doth call his Rosalind.
(Rosalind faints.)
CELIA
Why how now Ganymede! Sweet Ganymede!
OLIVER
Many will swoon when they do look on blood.
CELIA
There is more in it. Cousin Ganymede!
OLIVER
Look, he recovers. [160]
ROSALIND
I would I were at home.
CELIA
We’ll lead you thither. I pray you, will you take him by the arm?
OLIVER
Be of good cheer, youth. You a man! You lack a man’s heart. [165]
ROSALIND
I do so, I confess it. Ah, sirrah, a body would think this was well
counterfeited. I pray you tell your brother how well I counterfeited. Heigh-ho!
OLIVER
This was not counterfeit, there is too great testimony in your complexion that
it was a passion of [170] earnest.
ROSALIND
