I pray you, will you take him by the arm?
Oli. Be of good cheer, youth: you a man! you lack a man’s heart.
[164] Ros. I do so, I confess it. Ah, sirrah, a body would 165 think 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 [168] in your complexion that it was a passion of earnest.
Ros. Counterfeit, I assure you.
170 Oli. Well then, take a good heart and counterfeit 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 175 homewards. Good sir, go with us.
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.