Cel. [Rosalind swoons.] Why, how now, Ganymede! sweet Ganymede!
Oli. Many will swoon when they do look on blood. 160
Cel. There is more in it. Cousin! Ganymede!
Oli. Look, he recovers.
Ros. I would I were at home.
Cel.We'll lead you thither.
I pray you, will you take him by the arm? 164
Oli. Be of good cheer, youth. You a man!
You lack a man's heart.
Ros. 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! 170
Oli. This was not counterfeit: there is too
great testimony in your complexion that it was
a passion of earnest. 173
Ros. Counterfeit, I assure you.
Oli. Well then, take a good heart and coun-
terfeit to be a man.
Ros. So I do; but, i' faith, I should have been
a woman by right.
Cel. Come; you look paler and paler: pray
you, draw homewards. Good sir, go with us. 180
Oli. That will I, for I must bear answer back
How you excuse my brother, Rosalind.
Ros. I shall devise something. But, I pray
you, commend my counterfeiting to him. Will
you go? Exeunt.
173 passion of earnest: real indisposition
