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As You Like It 1.1

Enter Orlando and Adam Orlando1As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion1 2bequeathed me by will but poor a thousand crowns,2 3and, as thou sayst, charged my brother on his blessing3 4to breed me well_and there begins my sadness. My4 5brother Jaques he keeps at school, and report speaks5 6goldenly of his profit. For my part, he keeps me rustically6 7at home_or, to speak more properly, stays me here at7 8home unkept; for call you that keeping for a gentleman8 9of my birth, that differs not from the stalling of an ox?9 10His horses are bred better, for besides that they are fair10 11with their feeding, they are taught their maneVge, and11 12to that end riders dearly hired. But I, his brother, gain12 13nothing under him but growth, for the which his13 14animals on his dunghills are as much bound to him as14 15I. Besides this nothing that he so plentifully gives me,15 16the something that nature gave me his countenance16 17seems to take from me. He lets me feed with his hinds,17 18bars me the place of a brother, and as much as in him18 19lies, mines my gentility with my education. This is it,19 20Adam, that grieves me; and the spirit of my father,20 21which I think is within me, begins to mutiny against21 22this servitude. I will no longer endure it, though yet I22 23know no wise remedy how to avoid it.23

Enter Oliver Adam24Yonder comes my master, your brother.24 Orlando25Go apart, Adam, and thou shalt hear how he25 26will shake me up.26

Adam stands aside Oliver27Now, sir, what make you here?27 Orlando28Nothing. I am not taught to make anything.28 Oliver29What mar you then, sir?29 Orlando30Marry, sir, I am helping you to mar that which30 31God made, a poor unworthy brother of yours, with31 32idleness.32 Oliver33Marry, sir, be better employed, and be nought33 34awhile.34 Orlando35Shall I keep your hogs, and eat husks with35 36them? What prodigal portion have I spent, that I should36 37come to such penury?37 Oliver38Know you where you are, sir?38 Orlando39O sir, very well; here in your orchard.39 Oliver40Know you before whom, sir?40 Orlando41Ay, better than him I am before knows me. I41 42know you are my eldest brother, and in the gentle42 43condition of blood you should so know me. The courtesy43 44of nations allows you my better, in that you are the44 45first-born; but the same tradition takes not away my45 46blood, were there twenty brothers betwixt us. I have46 47as much of my father in me as you, albeit I confess47 48your coming before me is nearer to his reverence.48 Oliver(assailing him)49What, boy!49 Orlando(seizing him by the throat)50Come, come, elder50 51brother, you are too young in this.51 Oliver52Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain?52 Orlando53I am no villein. I am the youngest son of Sir53 54Rowland de Bois. He was my father, and he is thrice54 55a villain that says such a father begot villeins. Wert55 56thou not my brother, I would not take this hand from56 57thy throat till this other had pulled out thy tongue for57 58saying so. Thou hast railed on thyself.58 Adam(coming forward)59Sweet masters, be patient. For59 60your father's remembrance, be at accord.60 Oliver(to Orlando)61Let me go, I say.61 Orlando62I will not till I please. You shall hear me. My62 63father charged you in his will to give me good63 64education. You have trained me like a peasant,64 65obscuring and hiding from me all gentleman-like65 66qualities. The spirit of my father grows strong in me,66 67and I will no longer endure it. Therefore allow me such67 68exercises as may become a gentleman, or give me the68 69poor allottery my father left me by testament. With69 70that I will go buy my fortunes.70 Oliver71And what wilt thou do_beg when that is spent?71 72Well, sir, get you in. I will not long be troubled with72 73you. You shall have some part of your will. I pray you,73 74leave me.74 Orlando75I will no further offend you than becomes me75 76for my good.76 Oliver(to Adam)77Get you with him, you old dog.77 Adam78Is `old dog' my reward? Most true, I have lost my78 79teeth in your service. God be with my old master, he79 80would not have spoke such a word.80 Exeunt Orlando and Adam Oliver81Is it even so? Begin you to grow upon me? I will81 82physic your rankness, and yet give no thousand crowns82 83neither. Holla, Denis!83

Enter Denis Denis84Calls your worship?84 Oliver85Was not Charles, the Duke's wrestler, here to85 86speak with me?86 Denis87So please you, he is here at the door, and impor--87 88tunes access to you.88 Oliver89Call him in.89 Exit Denis 90'Twill be a good way. And tomorrow the wrestling is.90

Enter Charles Charles91Good morrow to your worship.91 Oliver92Good Monsieur Charles_what's the new news at92 93the new court?93 Charles94There's no news at the court, sir, but the old94 95news: that is, the old Duke is banished by his younger95 96brother, the new Duke, and three or four loving lords96 97have put themselves into voluntary exile with him,97 98whose lands and revenues enrich the new Duke;98 99therefore he gives them good leave to wander.99 Oliver100Can you tell if Rosalind, the Duke's daughter, be100 101banished with her father?101 Charles102O no; for the Duke's daughter her cousin so102 103loves her, being ever from their cradles bred together,103 104that she would have followed her exile, or have died104 105to stay behind her. She is at the court, and no less105 106beloved of her uncle than his own daughter; and never106 107two ladies loved as they do.107 Oliver108Where will the old Duke live?108 Charles109They say he is already in the forest of Ardenne,109 110and a many merry men with him; and there they live110 111like the old Robin Hood of England. They say many111 112young gentlemen flock to him every day, and fleet the112 113time carelessly, as they did in the golden world.113 Oliver114What, you wrestle tomorrow before the new114 115Duke?115 Charles116Marry do I, sir, and I came to acquaint you with116 117a matter. I am given, sir, secretly to understand that117 118your younger brother, Orlando, hath a disposition to118 119come in disguised against me to try a fall. Tomorrow,119 120sir, I wrestle for my credit, and he that escapes me120 121without some broken limb, shall acquit him well. Your121 122brother is but young and tender, and for your love I122 123would be loath to foil him, as I must for my own123 124honour if he come in. Therefore out of my love to you124 125I came hither to acquaint you withal, that either you125 126might stay him from his intendment, or brook such126 127disgrace well as he shall run into, in that it is a thing127 128of his own search, and altogether against my will.128 Oliver129Charles, I thank thee for thy love to me, which129 130thou shalt find I will most kindly requite. I had myself130 131notice of my brother's purpose herein, and have by131 132underhand means laboured to dissuade him from it;132 133but he is resolute. I'll tell thee, Charles, it is the133 134stubbornest young fellow of France, full of ambition,134 135an envious emulator of every man's good parts, a secret135 136and villainous contriver against me his natural brother.136 137Therefore use thy discretion. I had as lief thou didst137 138break his neck as his finger. And thou wert best look138 139to't; for if thou dost him any slight disgrace, or if he139 140do not mightily grace himself on thee, he will practise140 141against thee by poison, entrap thee by some treacherous141 142device, and never leave thee till he hath ta'en thy life142 143by some indirect means or other. For I assure thee_143 144and almost with tears I speak it_there is not one so144 145young and so villainous this day living. I speak but145 146brotherly of him, but should I anatomize him to thee146 147as he is, I must blush and weep, and thou must look147 148pale and wonder.148 Charles149I am heartily glad I came hither to you. If he149 150come tomorrow I'll give him his payment. If ever he150 151go alone again, I'll never wrestle for prize more. And151 152so God keep your worship.152 Oliver153Farewell, good Charles.153 Exit Charles 154Now will I stir this gamester. I hope I shall see an end154 155of him, for my soul_yet I know not why_hates155 156nothing more than he. Yet he's gentle; never schooled,156 157and yet learned; full of noble device; of all sorts157 158enchantingly beloved; and, indeed, so much in the158 159heart of the world, and especially of my own people,159 160who best know him, that I am altogether misprized.160 161But it shall not be so long. This wrestler shall clear all.161 162Nothing remains but that I kindle the boy thither,162 163which now I'll go about.163 Exit 1.2

Enter Rosalind and Celia Celia1I pray thee Rosalind, sweet my coz, be merry.1 Rosalind2Dear Celia, I show more mirth than I am2 3mistress of; and would you yet I were merrier? Unless3 4you could teach me to forget a banished father you4 5must not learn me how to remember any extraordinary5 6pleasure.6 Celia7Herein I see thou lovest me not with the full weight7 8that I love thee. If my uncle, thy banished father, had8 9banished thy uncle, the Duke my father, so thou hadst9 10been still with me I could have taught my love to take10 11thy father for mine. So wouldst thou, if the truth of11 12thy love to me were so righteously tempered as mine12 13is to thee.13 Rosalind14Well, I will forget the condition of my estate to14 15rejoice in yours.15 Celia16You know my father hath no child but I, nor none16 17is like to have. And truly, when he dies thou shalt be17 18his heir; for what he hath taken away from thy father18 19perforce, I will render thee again in affection. By mine19 20honour I will, and when I break that oath, let me turn20 21monster. Therefore, my sweet Rose, my dear Rose, be21 22merry.22 Rosalind23From henceforth I will, coz, and devise sports.23 24Let me see, what think you of falling in love?24 Celia25Marry, I prithee do, to make sport withal; but love25 26no man in good earnest, nor no further in sport neither26 27than with safety of a pure blush thou mayst in honour27 28come off again.28 Rosalind29What shall be our sport, then?29 Celia30Let us sit and mock the good housewife Fortune30 31from her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be31 32bestowed equally.32 Rosalind33I would we could do so, for her benefits are33 34mightily misplaced; and the bountiful blind woman34 35doth most mistake in her gifts to women.35 Celia36'Tis true; for those that she makes fair she scarce36 37makes honest, and those that she makes honest she37 38makes very ill-favouredly.38 Rosalind39Nay, now thou goest from Fortuny Fortune fall into the fire? Though Nature43 44hath given us wit to flout at Fortune, hath not Fortune44 45sent in this fool to cut off the argument?45 Rosalind46Indeed, there is Fortune too hard for Nature,46 47when Fortune makes Nature's natural the cutter-off of47 48Nature's wit.48 Celia49Peradventure this is not Fortune's work, neither,49 50but Nature's, who perceiveth our natural wits too dull50 51to reason of such goddesses, and hath sent this natural51 52for our whetstone; for always the dullness of the fool52 53is the whetstone of the wits. How now, wit: whither53 54wander you?54 Touchstone55Mistress, you must come away to your father.55 Celia56Were you made the messenger?56 Touchstone57No, by mine honour, but I was bid to come57 58for you.58 Rosalind59Where learned you that oath, fool?59 Touchstone60Of a certain knight that swore `by his honour'60 61they were good pancakes, and swore `by his honour'61 62the mustard was naught. Now I'll stand to it the62 63pancakes were naught and the mustard was good, and63 64yet was not the knight forsworn.64 Celia65How prove you that in the great heap of your65 66knowledge?66 Rosalind67Ay, marry, now unmuzzle your wisdom.67 Touchstone68Stand you both forth now. Stroke your chins,68 69and swear by your beards that I am a knave.69 Celia70By our beards_if we had them_thou art.70 Touchstone71By my knavery_if I had it_then I were;71 72but if you swear by that that is not, you are not72 73forsworn. No more was this knight, swearing by his73 74honour, for he never had any; or if he had, he had74 75sworn it away before ever he saw those pancakes or75 76that mustard.76 Celia77Prithee, who is't that thou meanest?77 Touchstone78One that old Frederick, your father, loves.78 [Celia]79My father's love is enough to honour him.79 80Enough, speak no more of him; you'll be whipped for80 81taxation one of these days.81 Touchstone82The more pity that fools may not speak wisely82 83what wise men do foolishly.83 Celia84By my troth, thou sayst true; for since the little84 85wit that fools have was silenced, the little foolery that85 86wise men have makes a great show. Here comes86 87Monsieur Le Beau.87

Enter Le Beau Rosalind88With his mouth full of news.88 Celia89Which he will put on us as pigeons feed their89 90young.90 Rosalind91Then shall we be news-crammed.91 Celia92All the better: we shall be the more marketable.92 93{Bonjour}, Monsieur Le Beau, what's the news?93 Le Beau94Fair princess, you have lost much good sport.94 Celia95Sport? Of what colour?95 Le Beau96What colour, madam? How shall I answer you?96 Rosalind97As wit and fortune will.97 Touchstone98Or as the destinies decrees.98 Celia99Well said. That was laid on with a trowel.99 Touchstone100Nay, if I keep not my rank_100 Rosalind101Thou losest thy old smell.101 Le Beau102You amaze me, ladies. I would have told you of102 103good wrestling, which you have lost the sight of.103 Rosalind104Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling.104 Le Beau105I will tell you the beginning, and if it please your105 106ladyships you may see the end, for the best is yet to106 107do, and here, where you are, they are coming to107 108perform it.108 Celia109Well, the beginning that is dead and buried.109 Le Beau110There comes an old man and his three sons_110 Celia111I could match this beginning with an old tale.111 Le Beau112Three proper young men, of excellent growth112 113and presence.113 Rosalind114With bills on theirs take121 122his part with weeping.122 Rosalind123Alas!123 Touchstone124But what is the sport, monsieur, that the124 125ladies have lost?125 Le Beau126Why, this that I speak of.126 Touchstone127Thus men may grow wiser every day. It is127 128the first time that ever I heard breaking of ribs was128 129sport for ladies.129 Celia130Or I, I promise thee.130 Rosalind131But is there any else longs to see this broken131 132music in his sides? Is there yet another dotes upon rib-132 133breaking? Shall we see this wrestling, cousin?133 Le Beau134You must if you stay here, for here is the place134 135appointed for the wrestling, and they are ready to135 136perform it.136 Celia137Yonder sure they are coming. Let us now stay and137 138see it.138

Flourish. Enter Duke Frederick, Lords, Orlando, Charles, and attendants Duke Frederick139Come on. Since the youth will not be139 140entreated, his own peril on his forwardness.140 Rosalind141Is yonder the man?141 Le Beau142Even he, madam.142 Celia143Alas, he is too young. Yet he looks successfully.143 Duke Frederick144How now, daughter and cousin; are you144 145crept hither to see the wrestling?145 Rosalind146Ay, my liege, so please you give us leave.146 Duke Frederick147You will take little delight in it, I can tell147 148you, there is such odds in the man. In pity of the148 149challenger's youth I would fain dissuade him, but he149 150will not be entreated. Speak to him, ladies; see if you150 151can move him.151 Celia152Call him hither, good Monsieur Le Beau.152 Duke Frederick153Do so. I'll not be by.153

He stands aside Le Beau(to Orlando)154Monsieur the challenger, the Princess154 155calls for you.155 Orlando156I attend them with all respect and duty.156 Rosalind157Young man, have you challenged Charles the157 158wrestler?158 Orlando159No, fair Princess. He is the general challenger;159 160I come but in as others do, to try with him the strength160 161of my youth.161 Celia162Young gentleman, your spirits are too bold for your162 163years. You have seen cruel proof of this man's strength.163 164If you saw yourself with your eyes, or knew yourself164 165with your judgement, the fear of your adventure would165 166counsel you to a more equal enterprise. We pray you166 167for your own sake to embrace your own safety and167 168give over this attempt.168 Rosalind169Do, young sir. Your reputation shall not169 170therefore be misprized. We will make it our suit to the170 171Duke that the wrestling might not go forward.171 Orlando172I beseech you, punish me not with your hard172 173thoughts, wherein I confess me much guilty to deny173 174so fair and excellent ladies anything. But let your fair174 175eyes and gentle wishes go with me to my trial, wherein175 176if I be foiled, there is but one shamed that was never176 177gracious, if killed, but one dead that is willing to be so.177 178I shall do my friends no wrong, for I have none to178 179lament me; the world no injury, for in it I have nothing.179 180Only in the world I fill up a place which may be better180 181supplied when I have made it empty.181 Rosalind182The little strength that I have, I would it were182 183with you.183 Celia184And mine, to eke out hers.184 Rosalind185Fare you well. Pray heaven I be deceived in185 186you.186 Celia187Your heart's desires be with you.187 Charles188Come, where is this young gallant that is so188 189desirous to lie with his mother earth?189 Orlando190Ready, sir; but his will hath in it a more modest190 191working.191 Duke Frederick192You shall try but one fall.192 Charles193No, I warrant your grace you shall not entreat193 194him to a second that have so mightily persuaded him194 195from a first.195 Orlando196You mean to mock me after; you should not196 197have mocked me before. But come your ways.197 Rosalind(to Orlando)198Now Hercules be thy speed, young198 199man!199 Celia200I would I were invisible, to catch the strong fellow200 201by the leg.201

Charles and Orlando wrestle Rosalind202O excellent young man!202 Celia203If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who203 204should down.204

Orlando throws Charles. Shout Duke Frederick 205No more, no more. Orlando<Yes, I beseech your grace.205 206I am not yet well breathed.206 Duke Frederick207How dost thou, Charles?207 Le Beau208He cannot speak, my lord.208 Duke Frederick209Bear him away.209

Attendants carry Charles off 210What is thy name, young man?210 Orlando211Orlando, my liege, the youngest son of Sir211 212Rowland de Bois.212 Duke Frederick 213I would thou hadst been son to some man else.213 214The world esteemed thy father honourable,214 215But I did find him still mine enemy.215 216Thou shouldst have better pleased me with this deed216 217Hadst thou descended from another house.217 218But fare thee well, thou art a gallant youth.218 219I would thou hadst told me of another father.219 Exeunt Duke Frederick, Le Beau, [Touchstone,] Lords, and attendants Celia(to Rosalind) 220Were I my father, coz, would I do this?220 Orlando 221I am more proud to be Sir Rowland's son,221 222His youngest son, and would not change that calling222 223To be adopted heir to Frederick.223 Rosalind 224My father loved Sir Rowland as his soul,224 225And all the world was of my father's mind.225 226Had I before known this young man his son226 227I should have given him tears unto entreaties227 228Ere he should thus have ventured. Celia<Gentle cousin,228 229Let us go thank him, and encourage him.229 230My father's rough and envious disposition230 231Sticks me at heart._Sir, you have well deserved.231 232If you do keep your promises in love232 233But justly, as you have exceeded all promise,233 234Your mistress shall be happy. Rosalind(giving him a chain from her neck)<Gentleman,234 235Wear this for me_one out of suits with fortune,235 236That could give more but that her hand lacks means.236 237Shall we go, coz? Celia<Ay. Fare you well, fair gentleman.237

Rosalind and Celia turn to go Orlando(aside) 238Can I not say `I thank you'? My better parts238 239Are all thrown down, and that which here stands up239 240Is but a quintain, a mere lifeless block.240 Rosalind(to Celia) 241He calls us back. My pride fell with my fortunes,241 242I'll ask him what he would._Did you call, sir?242 243Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown243 244More than your enemies.244 Celia245Will you go, coz?245 Rosalind246Have with you.(To Orlando)<Fare you well.246 Exeunt Rosalind and Celia Orlando 247What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue?247 248I cannot speak to her, yet she urged conference.248

Enter Le Beau 249O poor Orlando! Thou art overthrown.249 250Or Charles or something weaker masters thee.250 Le Beau 251Good sir, I do in friendship counsel you251 252To leave this place. Albeit you have deserved252 253High commendation, true applause, and love,253 254Yet such is now the Duke's condition254 255That he misconsters all that you have done.255 256The Duke is humorous. What he is indeed256 257More suits you to conceive than I to speak of.257 Orlando 258I thank you, sir. And pray you tell me this,258 259Which of the two was daughter of the Duke259 260That here was at the wrestling?260 Le Beau 261Neither his daughter, if we judge by manners_261 262But yet indeed the shorter is his daughter.262 263The other is daughter to the banished Duke,263 264And here detained by her usurping uncle264 265To keep his daughter company, whose loves265 266Are dearer than the natural bond of sisters.266 267But I can tell you that of late this Duke267 268Hath ta'en displeasure 'gainst his gentle niece,268 269Grounded upon no other argument269 270But that the people praise her for her virtues270 271And pity her for her good father's sake.271 272And, on my life, his malice 'gainst the lady272 273Will suddenly break forth. Sir, fare you well.273 274Hereafter, in a better world than this,274 275I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.275 Orlando 276I rest much bounden to you. Fare you well.276 Exit Le Beau 277Thus must I from the smoke into the smother,277 278From tyrant Duke unto a tyrant brother._278 279But heavenly Rosalind!279 Exit 1.3

Enter Celia and Rosalind Celia1Why cousin, why Rosalind_Cupid have mercy,1 2not a word?2 Rosalind3Not one to throw at a dog.3 Celia4No, thy words are too precious to be cast away4 5upon curs. Throw some of them at me. Come, lame me5 6with reasons.6 Rosalind7Then there were two cousins laid up, when the7 8one should be lamed with reasons and the other mad8 9without any.9 Celia10But is all this for your father?10 Rosalind11No, some of it is for my child's father. O how11 12full of briers is this working-day world!12 Celia13They are but burs, cousin, thrown upon thee in13 14holiday foolery. If we walk not in the trodden paths14 15our very petticoats will catch them.15 Rosalind16I could shake them off my coat. These burs are16 17in my heart.17 Celia18Hem them away.18 Rosalind19I would try, if I could cry `hem' and have him.19 Celia20Come, come, wrestle with thy affections.20 Rosalind21O, they take the part of a better wrestler than21 22myself.22 Celia23O, a good wish upon you! You will try in time, in23 24despite of a fall. But turning these jests out of service,24 25let us talk in good earnest. Is it possible on such a25 26sudden you should fall into so strong a liking with old26 27Sir Rowland's youngest son?27 Rosalind28The Duke my father loved his father dearly.28 Celia29Doth it therefore ensue that you should love his29 30son dearly? By this kind of chase I should hate him,30 31for my father hated his father dearly; yet I hate not31 32Orlando.32 Rosalind33No, faith, hate him not, for my sake.33 Celia34Why should I not? Doth he not deserve well?34

Enter Duke Frederick, with Lords Rosalind35Let me love him for that, and do you love him35 36because I do. Look, here comes the Duke.36 Celia37With his eyes full of anger.37 Duke Frederick(to Rosalind) 38Mistress, dispatch you with your safest haste,38 39And get you from our court.39 Rosalind40Me, uncle?40 Duke Frederick41You, cousin.41 42Within these ten days if that thou beest found42 43So near our public court as twenty miles,43 44Thou diest for it. Rosalind<I do beseech your grace44 45Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me.45 46If with myself I hold intelligence,46 47Or have acquaintance with mine own desires,47 48If that I do not dream, or be not frantic_48 49As I do trust I am not_then, dear uncle,49 50Never so much as in a thought unborn50 51Did I offend your highness. Duke Frederick<Thus do all traitors.51 52If their purgation did consist in words52 53They are as innocent as grace itself.53 54Let it suffice thee that I trust thee not.54 Rosalind 55Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor.55 56Tell me whereon the likelihood depends?56 Duke Frederick 57Thou art thy father's daughter_there's enough.57 Rosalind 58So was I when your highness took his dukedom;58 59So was I when your highness banished him.59 60Treason is not inherited, my lord,60 61Or if we did derive it from our friends,61 62What's that to me? My father was no traitor.62 63Then, good my liege, mistake me not so much63 64To think my poverty is treacherous.64 Celia65Dear sovereign, hear me speak.65 Duke Frederick 66Ay, Celia, we stayed her for your sake,66 67Else had she with her father ranged along.67 Celia 68I did not then entreat to have her stay.68 69It was your pleasure, and your own remorse.69 70I was too young that time to value her,70 71But now I know her. If she be a traitor,71 72Why, so am I. We still have slept together,72 73Rose at an instant, learned, played, eat together,73 74And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans74 75Still we went coupled and inseparable.75 Duke Frederick 76She is too subtle for thee, and her smoothness,76 77Her very silence, and her patience77 78Speak to the people, and they pity her.78 79Thou art a fool. She robs thee of thy name,79 80And thou wilt show more bright and seem more virtuous80 81When she is gone. Then open not thy lips.81 82Firm and irrevocable is my doom82 83Which I have passed upon her. She is banished.83 Celia 84Pronounce that sentence then on me, my liege.84 85I cannot live out of her company.85 Duke Frederick 86You are a fool._You, niece, provide yourself.86 87If you outstay the time, upon mine honour87 88And in the greatness of my word, you die.88 Exit Duke Frederick, with Lords Celia 89O my poor Rosalind, whither wilt thou go?89 90Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee mine.90 91I charge thee, be not thou more grieved than I am.91 Rosalind 92I have more cause. Celia<Thou hast not, cousin.92 93Prithee, be cheerful. Know'st thou not the Duke93 94Hath banished me, his daughter? Rosalind<That he hath not.94 Celia 95No, hath not? Rosalind, lack'st thou then the love95 96Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one?96 97Shall we be sundered? Shall we part, sweet girl?97 98No. Let my father seek another heir.98 99Therefore devise with me how we may fly,99 100Whither to go, and what to bear with us,100 101And do not seek to take your change upon you,101 102To bear your griefs yourself, and leave me out.102 103For by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale,103 104Say what thou canst, I'll go along with thee.104 Rosalind105Why, whither shall we go?105 Celia 106To seek my uncle in the forest of Ardenne.106 Rosalind 107Alas, what danger will it be to us,107 108Maids as we are, to travel forth so far!108 109Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.109 Celia 110I'll put myself in poor and mean attire,110 111And with a kind of umber smirch my face.111 112The like do you, so shall we pass along112 113And never stir assailants. Rosalind<Were it not better,113 114Because that I am more than common tall,114 115That I did suit me all points like a man,115 116A gallant curtal-axe upon my thigh,116 117A boar-spear in my hand, and in my heart,117 118Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will.118 119We'll have a swashing and a martial outside,119 120As many other mannish cowards have,120 121That do outface it with their semblances.121 Celia 122What shall I call thee when thou art a man?122 Rosalind 123I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own page,123 124And therefore look you call me Ganymede.124 125But what will you be called?125 Celia 126Something that hath a reference to my state.126 127No longer Celia, but Aliena.127 Rosalind 128But cousin, what if we essayed to steal128 129The clownish fool out of your father's court.129 130Would he not be a comfort to our travel?130 Celia 131He'll go along o'er the wide world with me.131 132Leave me alone to woo him. Let's away,132 133And get our jewels and our wealth together,133 134Devise the fittest time and safest way134 135To hide us from pursuit that will be made135 136After my flight. Now go we in content,136 137To liberty, and not to banishment.137 Exeunt 2.1

Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, and two or three Lords dressed as foresters Duke Senior 1Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile,1 2Hath not old custom made this life more sweet2 3Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods3 4More free from peril than the envious court?4 5Here feel we not the penalty of Adam,5 6The seasons' difference, as the icy fang6 7And churlish chiding of the winter's wind,7 8Which when it bites and blows upon my body8 9Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say9 10`This is no flattery. These are counsellors10 11That feelingly persuade me what I am.'11 12Sweet are the uses of adversity12 13Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,13 14Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;14 15And this our life, exempt from public haunt,15 16Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,16 17Sermons in stones, and good in everything.17 Amiens 18I would not change it. Happy is your grace18 19That can translate the stubbornness of fortune19 20Into so quiet and so sweet a style.20 Duke Senior 21Come, shall we go and kill us venison?21 22And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools,22 23Being native burghers of this desert city,23 24Should in their own confines with forkeVd heads24 25Have their round haunches gored. First Lord<Indeed, my lord,25 26The melancholy Jaques grieves at that,26 27And in that kind swears you do more usurp27 28Than doth your brother that hath banished you.28 29Today my lord of Amiens and myself29 30Did steal behind him as he lay along30 31Under an oak, whose antic root peeps out31 32Upon the brook that brawls along this wood,32 33To the which place a poor sequestered stag33 34That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt34 35Did come to languish. And indeed, my lord,35 36The wretched animal heaved forth such groans36 37That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat37 38Almost to bursting, and the big round tears38 39Coursed one another down his innocent nose39 40In piteous chase. And thus the hairy fool,40 41Much markeVd of the melancholy Jaques,41 42Stood on th'extremest verge of the swift brook,42 43Augmenting it with tears. Duke Senior<But what said Jaques?43 44Did he not moralize this spectacle?44 First Lord 45O yes, into a thousand similes.45 46First, for his weeping into the needless stream;46 47`Poor deer,' quoth he, `thou mak'st a testament47 48As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more48 49To that which had too much.' Then being there alone,49 50Left and abandoned of his velvet friend,50 51`'Tis right,' quoth he, `thus misery doth part51 52The flux of company.' Anon a careless herd52 53Full of the pasture jumps along by him53 54And never stays to greet him. `Ay,' quoth Jaques,54 55`Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens,55 56'Tis just the fashion. Wherefore should you look56 57Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?'57 58Thus most invectively he pierceth through58 59The body of the country, city, court,59 60Yea, and of this our life, swearing that we60 61Are mere usurpers, tyrants, and what's worse,61 62To fright the animals and to kill them up62 63In their assigned and native dwelling place.63 Duke Senior 64And did you leave him in this contemplation?64 Second Lord 65We did, my lord, weeping and commenting65 66Upon the sobbing deer. Duke Senior<Show me the place.66 67I love to cope him in these sullen fits,67 68For then he's full of matter. First Lord<I'll bring you to him straight.68 Exeunt 2.2

Enter Duke Frederick, with Lords Duke Frederick 1Can it be possible that no man saw them?1 2It cannot be. Some villains of my court2 3Are of consent and sufferance in this.3 First Lord 4I cannot hear of any that did see her.4 5The ladies her attendants of her chamber5 6Saw her abed, and in the morning early6 7They found the bed untreasured of their mistress.7 Second Lord 8My lord, the roynish clown at whom so oft8 9Your grace was wont to laugh is also missing.9 10Hisperia, the Princess' gentlewoman,10 11Confesses that she secretly o'erheard11 12Your daughter and her cousin much commend12 13The parts and graces of the wrestler13 14That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles,14 15And she believes wherever they are gone15 16That youth is surely in their company.16 Duke Frederick 17Send to his brother; fetch that gallant hither.17 18If he be absent, bring his brother to me,18 19I'll make him find him. Do this suddenly,19 20And let not search and inquisition quail20 21To bring again these foolish runaways.21 Exeunt severally 2.3

Enter Orlando and Adam, meeting Orlando1Who's there?1 Adam 2What, my young master, O my gentle master,2 3O my sweet master, O you memory3 4Of old Sir Rowland, why, what make you here!4 5Why are you virtuous? Why do people love you?5 6And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and valiant?6 7Why would you be so fond to overcome7 8The bonny prizer of the humorous Duke?8 9Your praise is come too swiftly home before you.9 10Know you not, master, to some kind of men10 11Their graces serve them but as enemies?11 12No more do yours. Your virtues, gentle master,12 13Are sanctified and holy traitors to you.13 14O, what a world is this, when what is comely14 15Envenoms him that bears it!15 Orlando16Why, what's the matter?16 Adam17O, unhappy youth,17 18Come not within these doors. Within this roof18 19The enemy of all your graces lives,19 20Your brother_no, no brother_yet the son_20 21Yet not the son, I will not call him son_21 22Of him I was about to call his father,22 23Hath heard your praises, and this night he means23 24To burn the lodging where you use to lie,24 25And you within it. If he fail of that,25 26He will have other means to cut you off.26 27I overheard him and his practices.27 28This is no place, this house is but a butchery.28 29Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it.29 Orlando 30Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go?30 Adam 31No matter whither, so you come not here.31 Orlando 32What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my food,32 33Or with a base and boisterous sword enforce33 34A thievish living on the common road?34 35This I must do, or know not what to do.35 36Yet this I will not do, do how I can.36 37I rather will subject me to the malice37 38Of a diverted blood and bloody brother.38 Adam 39But do not so. I have five hundred crowns,39 40The thrifty hire I saved under your father,40 41Which I did store to be my foster-nurse41 42When service should in my old limbs lie lame,42 43And unregarded age in corners thrown.43 44Take that, and he that doth the ravens feed,44 45Yea providently caters for the sparrow,45 46Be comfort to my age. Here is the gold.46 47All this I give you. Let me be your servant.47 48Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty,48 49For in my youth I never did apply49 50Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood,50 51Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo51 52The means of weakness and debility.52 53Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,53 54Frosty but kindly. Let me go with you,54 55I'll do the service of a younger man55 56In all your business and necessities.56 Orlando 57O good old man, how well in thee appears57 58The constant service of the antique world,58 59When service sweat for duty, not for meed!59 60Thou art not for the fashion of these times,60 61Where none will sweat but for promotion,61 62And having that do choke their service up62 63Even with the having. It is not so with thee.63 64But, poor old man, thou prun'st a rotten tree,64 65That cannot so much as a blossom yield65 66In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry.66 67But come thy ways. We'll go along together,67 68And ere we have thy youthful wages spent,68 69We'll light upon some settled low content.69 Adam 70Master, go on, and I will follow thee70 71To the last gasp with truth and loyalty.71 72From seventeen years till now almost fourscore72 73Here liveVd I, but now live here no more.73 74At seventeen years, many their fortunes seek,74 75But at fourscore, it is too late a week.75 76Yet fortune cannot recompense me better76 77Than to die well, and not my master's debtor.77 Exeunt 2.4

Enter Rosalind in man's clothes as Ganymede; Celia as Aliena, a shepherdess; and Touchstone the clown Rosalind1O Jupiter, how weary are my spirits!1 Touchstone2I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not2 3weary.3 Rosalind4I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's4 5apparel and to cry like a woman. But I must comfort5 6the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to show6 7itself courageous to petticoat; therefore, courage, good7 8Aliena!8 Celia9I pray you, bear with me. I cannot go no further.9 Touchstone10For my part, I had rather bear with you than10 11bear you. Yet I should bear no cross if I did bear you,11 12for I think you have no money in your purse.12 Rosalind13Well, this is the forest of Ardenne.13 Touchstone14Ay, now am I in Ardenne; the more fool I.14 15When I was at home I was in a better place; but15 16travellers must be content.16

Enter Corin and Silvius Rosalind17Ay, be so, good Touchstone. Look you, who17 18comes here_a young man and an old in solemn talk.18 Corin(to Silvius) 19That is the way to make her scorn you still.19 Silvius 20O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love her!20 Corin 21I partly guess; for I have loved ere now.21 Silvius 22 praise,35 36Thou hast not loved.36 37Or if thou hast not broke from company37 38Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,38 39Thou hast not loved.39 40O, Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe!40 Exit Rosalind 41Alas, poor shepherd, searching of thy wound,41 42I have by hard adventure found mine own.42 Touchstone43And I mine. I remember when I was in love43 44I broke my sword upon a stone and bid him take that44 45for coming a-night to Jane Smile, and I remember the45 46kissing of her batlet, and the cow's dugs that her pretty46 47chapped hands had milked; and I remember the wooing47 48of a peascod instead of her, from whom I took two48 49cods, and giving her them again, said with weeping49 50tears, `Wear these for my sake.' We that are true lovers50 51run into strange capers. But as all is mortal in nature,51 52so is all nature in love mortal in folly.52 Rosalind53Thou speak'st wiser than thou art ware of.53 Touchstone54Nay, I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit54 55till I break my shins against it.55 Rosalind 56Jove, Jove, this shepherd's passion56 57Is much upon my fashion.57 Touchstone58And mine, but it grows something stale with58 59me.59 Celia 60I pray you, one of you question yon man60 61If he for gold will give us any food.61 62I faint almost to death.62 Touchstone(to Corin)63Holla, you clown!63 Rosalind64Peace, fool, he's not thy kinsman.64 Corin65Who calls?65 Touchstone66Your betters, sir.66 Corin67Else are they very wretched.67 Rosalind(to Touchstone) 68Peace, I say.(To Corin)<Good even to you, friend.68 Corin 69And to you, gentle sir, and to you all.69 Rosalind 70I prithee, shepherd, if that love or gold70 71Can in this desert place buy entertainment,71 72Bring us where we may rest ourselves, and feed.72 73Here's a young maid with travel much oppressed,73 74And faints for succour. Corin<Fair sir, I pity her,74 75And wish, for her sake more than for mine own,75 76My fortunes were more able to relieve her.76 77But I am shepherd to another man,77 78And do not shear the fleeces that I graze.78 79My master is of churlish disposition,79 80And little recks to find the way to heaven80 81By doing deeds of hospitality.81 82Besides, his cot, his flocks, and bounds of feed82 83Are now on sale, and at our sheepcote now83 84By reason of his absence there is nothing84 85That you will feed on. But what is, come see,85 86And in my voice most welcome shall you be.86 Rosalind 87What is he that shall buy his flock and pasture?87 Corin 88That young swain that you saw here but erewhile,88 89That little cares for buying anything.89 Rosalind 90I pray thee, if it stand with honesty,90 91Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the flock,91 92And thou shalt have to pay for it of us.92 Celia 93And we will mend thy wages. I like this place,93 94And willingly could waste my time in it.94 Corin 95Assuredly the thing is to be sold.95 96Go with me. If you like upon report96 97The soil, the profit, and this kind of life,97 98I will your very faitwith me,2 3And turn his merry note3 4Unto the sweet bird's throat,4 5Come hither, come hither, come hither.5 6Here shall he see6 7No enemy7 8But winter and rough weather.8 Jaques9More, more, I prithee, more.9 Amiens10It will make you melancholy, Monsieur Jaques.10 Jaques11I thank it. More, I prithee, more. I can suck11 12melancholy out of a song as a weasel sucks eggs. More,12 13I prithee, more.13 Amiens14My voice is ragged, I know I cannot please you.14 Jaques15I do not desire you to please me, I do desire you15 16to sing. Come, more; another stanza. Call you 'em16 17stanzas?17 Amiens18What you will, Monsieur Jaques.18 Jaques19Nay, I care not for their names, they owe me19 20nothing. Will you sing?20 Amiens21More at your request than to please myself.21 Jaques22Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank22 23you. But that they call compliment is like th'encounter23 24of two dog-apes, and when a man thanks me heartily24 25methinks I have given him a penny and he renders me25 26the beggarly thanks. Come, sing; and you that will26 27not, hold your tongues.27 Amiens28Well, I'll end the song._Sirs, cover the while.28

Lords prepare food and drink 29The Duke will dtters as he, but I give heaven thanks, and make no33 34boast of them. Come, warble, come.34 All(sing) 35Who doth ambition shun,35 36And loves to live i'th' sun,36 37Seeking the food he eats37 38And pleased with what he gets,38 39Come hither, come hither, come hither.39 40Here shall he see40 41No enemy41 42But winter and rough weather.42 Jaques43I'll give you a verse to this note that I made43 44yesterday in despite of my invention.44 Amiens45And I'll sing it.45 Jaques46Thus it goes:46 47If it do come to pass47 48That any man turn ass,48 49Leaving his wealth and ease49 50A stubborn will to please,50 51Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame.51 52Here shall he see52 53Gross fools as he,53 54An if he will come to me.54 Amiens55What's that `ducdame'?55 Jaques56'Tis a Greek invocation to call fools into a circle.56 57I'll go sleep if I can. If I cannot, I'll rail against all the57 58firstborn of Egypt.58 Amiens59And I'll go seek the Duke; his banquet is prepared.59 Exeunt 2.6

Enter Orlando and Adam Adam1Dear master, I can go no further. O, I die for food.1 2Here lie I down and measure out my grave. Farewell,2 3kind master.3 Orlando4Why, how now, Adam? No greater heart in4 5thee? Live a little, comfort a little, cheer thyself a little.5 6If this uncouth forest yield anything savage I will either6 7be food for it or bring it for food to thee. Thy conceit7 8is nearer death than thy powers. For my sake be8 9comfortable. Hold death awhile at the arm's end. I will9 10here be with thee presently, and if I bring thee not10 11something to eat, I will give thee leave to die. But if11 12thou diest before I come, thou art a mocker of my12 13labour. Well said. Thou lookest cheerly, and I'll be with13 14thee quickly. Yet thou liest in the bleak air. Come, I14 15will bear thee to some shelter, and thou shalt not die15 16for lack of a dinner if there live anything in this desert.16 17Cheerly, good Adam.17 Orlando carries Adam off 2.7

Enter Duke Senior and Lords dressed as outlaws Duke Senior 1I think he be transformed into a beast,1 2For I can nowhere find him like a man.2 First Lord 3My lord, he is but even now gone hence.3 4Here was he merry, hearing of a song.4 Duke Senior 5If he, compact of jars, grow musical5 6We shall have shortly discord in the spheres.6 7Go seek him. Tell him I would speak with him.7

Enter Jaques First Lord 8He saves my labour by his own approach.8 Duke Senior 9Why, how now, monsieur, what a life is this,9 10That your poor friends must woo your company!10 11What, you look merrily.11 Jaques 12A fool, a fool, I met a fool i'th' forest,12 13A motley fool_a miserable world!_13 14As I do live by food, I met a fool,14 15Who laid him down and basked him in the sun,15 16And railed on Lady Fortune in good terms,16 17In good set terms, and yet a motley fool.17 18`Good morrow, fool,' quoth I. `No, sir,' quoth he,18 19`Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune.'19 20And then he drew a dial from his poke,20 21And looking on it with lack-lustre eye21 22Says very wisely `It is ten o'clock.'22 23`Thus we may see', quoth he, `how the world wags.23 24'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine,24 25And after one hour more 'twill be eleven.25 26And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe,26 27And then from hour to hour we rot and rot;27 28And thereby hangs a tale.' When I did hear28 29The motley fool thus moral on the time29 30My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,30 31That fools should be so deep-contemplative,31 32And I did laugh sans intermission32 33An hour by his dial. O noble fool,33 34A worthy fool_motley's the only wear.34 Duke Senior35What fool is this?35 Jaques 36O worthy fool!_One that hath been a courtier,36 37And says `If ladies be but young and fair37 38They have the gift to know it.' And in his brain,38 39Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit39 40After a voyage, he hath strange places crammed40 41With observation, the which he vents41 42In mangled forms. O that I were a fool,42 43I am ambitious for a motley coat.43 Duke Senior 44Thou shalt have one. Jaques<It is my only suit,44 45Provided that you weed your better judgements45 46Of all opinion that grows rank in them46 47That I am wise. I must have liberty47 48Withal, as large a charter as the wind,48 49To blow on whom I please, for so fools have;49 50And they that are most galleVd with my folly,50 51They most must laugh. And why, sir, must they so?51 52The why is plain as way to parish church:52 53He that a fool doth very wisely hit53 54Doth very foolishly, although he smart,54 55Seem aught but senseless of the bob. If not,55 56The wise man's folly is anatomized56 57Even by the squandering glances of the fool.57 58Invest me in my motley. Give me leave58 59To speak my mind, and I will through and through59 60Cleanse the foul body of th'infected world,60 61If they will patiently receive my medicine.61 Duke Senior 62Fie on thee, I can tell what thou wouldst do.62 Jaques 63What, for a counter, would I do but good?63 Duke Senior 64Most mischievous foul sin, in chiding sin;64 65For thou thyself hast been a libertine,65 66As sensual as the brutish sting itself,66 67And all th'embosseVd sores and headed evils67 68That thou with licence of free foot hast caught68 69Wouldst thou disgorge into the general world.69 Jaques70Why, who cries out on pride70 71That can therein tax any private party?71 72Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea,72 73Till that the weary very means do ebb?73 74What woman in the city do I name74 75When that I say the city-woman bears75 76The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders?76 77Who can come in and say that I mean her77 78When such a one as she, such is her neighbour?78 79Or what is he of basest function,79 80That says his bravery is not on my cost,80 81Thinking that I mean him, but therein suits81 82His folly to the mettle of my speech?82 83There then, how then, what then, let me see wherein83 84My tongue hath wronged him. If it do him right,84 85Then he hath wronged himself. If he be free,85 86Why then my taxing like a wild goose flies,86 87Unclaimed of any man. But who comes here?87

Enter Orlando, with sword drawn Orlando 88Forbear, and eat no more! Jaques<Why, I have eat none yet.88 Orlando 89Nor shalt not till necessity be served.89 Jaques90Of what kind should this cock come of?90 Duke Senior 91Art thou thus boldened, man, by thy distress?91 92Or else a rude despiser of good manners,92 93That in civility thou seem'st so empty?93 Orlando 94You touched my vein at first. The thorny point94 95Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show95 96Of smooth civility. Yet am I inland bred,96 97And know some nurture. But forbear, I say.97 98He dies that touches any of this fruit98 99Till I and my affairs are answereVd.99 Jaques100An you will not be answered with reason, I must100 101die.101 Duke Senior 102What would you have? Your gentleness shall force102 103More than your force move us to gentleness.103 Orlando 104I almost die for food; and let me have it.104 Duke Senior 105Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table.105 Orlando 106Speak you so gently? Pardon me, I pray you.106 107I thought that all things had been savage here,107 108And therefore put I on the countenance108 109Of stern commandment. But whate'er you are109 110That in this desert inaccessible,110 111Under the shade of melancholy boughs,111 112Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time,112 113If ever you have looked on better days,113 114If ever been where bells have knolled to church,114 115If ever sat at any good man's feast,115 116If ever from your eyelids wiped a tear,116 117And know what 'tis to pity, and be pitied,117 118Let gentleness my strong enforcement be.118 119In the which hope I blush, and hide my sword.119 Duke Senior 120True is it that we have seen better days,120 121And have with holy bell been knolled to church,121 122And sat at good men's feasts, and wiped our eyes122 123Of drops that sacred pity hath engendered.123 124And therefore sit you down in gentleness,124 125And take upon command what help we have125 126That to your wanting may be ministered.126 Orlando 127Then but forbear your food a little while127 128Whiles, like a doe, I go to find my faun128 129And give it food. There is an old poor man129 130Who after me hath many a weary step130 131Limped in pure love. Till he be first sufficed,131 132Oppressed with two weak evils, age and hunger,132 133I will not touch a bit. Duke Senior<Go find him out,133 134And we will nothing waste till you return.134 Orlando 135I thank ye; and be blessed for your good comfort!135 Exit Duke Senior 136Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy.136 137This wide and universal theatre137 138Presents more woeful pageants than the scene138 139Wherein we play in. Jaques<All the world's a stage,139 140And all the men and women merely players.140 141They have their exits and their entrances,141 142And one man in his time plays many parts,142 143His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,143 144Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.144 145Then the whining schoolboy with his satchel145 146And shining morning face, creeping like snail146 147Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,147 148Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad148 149Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then, a soldier,149 150Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,150 151Jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel,151 152Seeking the bubble reputation152 153Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,153 154In fair round belly with good capon lined,154 155With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,155 156Full of wise saws and modern instances;156 157And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts157 158Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,158 159With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,159 160His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide160 161For his shrunk shank, and his big, manly voice,161 162Turning again toward childish treble, pipes162 163And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,163 164That ends this strange, eventful history,164 165Is second childishness and mere oblivion,165 166Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.166

Enter Orlando bearing Adam Duke Senior 167Welcome. Set down your venerable burden167 168And let him feed.168 Orlando169I thank you most for him.169 Adam170So had you need;170 171I scarce can speak to thank you for myself.171 Duke Senior 172Welcome. Fall to. I will not trouble you172 173As yet to question you about your fortunes.173 174Give us some music, and, good cousin, sing.174 [Amiens](sings) 175Blow, blow, thou winter wind,175 176Thou art not so unkind176 177As man's ingratitude.177 178Thy tooth is not so keen,178 179Because thou art not seen,179 180Although thy breath be rude.180 181Hey-ho, sing hey-ho, unto the green holly.181 182Most friendship is feigning, most loving, mere folly.182 183Then hey-ho, the holly;183 184This life is most jolly.184 185Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,185 186That dost not bite so nigh186 187As benefits forgot.187 188Though thou the waters warp,188 189Thy sting is not so sharp189 190As friend remembered not.190 191Hey-ho, sing hey-ho, unto the green holly.191 192Most friendship is feigning, most loving, mere folly.192 193Then hey-ho, the holly;193 194This life is most jolly.194 Duke Senior(to Orlando) 195If that you were the good Sir Rowland's son,195 196As you have whispered faithfully you were,196 197And as mine eye doth his effigies witness197 198Most truly limned and living in your face,198 199Be truly welcome hither. I am the Duke199 200That loved your father. The residue of your fortune,200 201Go to my cave and tell me.(To Adam)<Good old man,201 202Thou art right welcome, as thy master is._202 (To Lords)203Support him by the arm.(To Orlando)<Give me your hand,203 204And let me all your fortunes understand.204 Exeunt 3.1

Enter Duke Frederick, Lords, and Oliver Duke Frederick 1Not see him since? Sir, sir, that cannot be.1 2But were I not the better part made mercy,2 3I should not seek an absent argument3 4Of my revenge, thou present. But look to it:4 5Find out thy brother wheresoe'er he is.5 6Seek him with candle. Bring him, dead or living,6 7Within this twelvemonth, or turn thou no more7 8To seek a living in our territory.8 9Thy lands, and all things that thou dost call thine9 10Worth seizure, do we seize into our hands10 11Till thou canst quit thee by thy brother's mouth11 12Of what we think against thee.12 Oliver 13O that your highness knew my heart in this.13 14I never loved my brother in my life.14 Duke Frederick 15More villain thou.(To Lords)<Well, push him out of doors,15 16And let my officers of such a nature16 17Make an extent upon his house and lands.17 18Do this expediently, and turn him going.18 Exeunt severally 3.2

Enter Orlando with a paper Orlando 1Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love;1 2And thou thrice-crowneVd queen of night, survey2 3With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above,3 4Thy huntress' name that my full life doth sway.4 5O Rosalind, these trees shall be my books,5 6And in their barks my thoughts I'll character6 7That every eye which in this forest looks7 8Shall see thy virtue witnessed everywhere.8 9Run, run, Orlando; carve on every tree9 10The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she.10 Exit

Enter Corin and Touchstone the clown Corin11And how like you this shepherd's life, Master11 12Touchstone?12 Touchstone13Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a13 14good life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, it14 15is naught. In respect that it is solitary, I like it very15 16well; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile16 17life. Now in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me17 18well; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious.18 19As it is a spare life, look you, it fits my humour well;19 20but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much20 21against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee,21 22shepherd?22 Corin23No more but that I know the more one sickens,23 24the worse at ease he is, and that he that wants money,24 25means, and content is without three good friends; that25 26the property of rain is to wet, and fire to burn; that26 27good pasture makes fat sheep; and that a great cause27 28of the night is lack of the sun; that he that hath learned28 29no wit by nature nor art may complain of good breeding29 30or comes of a very dull kindred.30 Touchstone31Such a one is a natural philosopher. Wast31 32ever in court, shepherd?32 Corin33No, truly.33 Touchstone34Then thou art damned.34 Corin35Nay, I hope.35 Touchstone36Truly thou art damned, like an ill-roasted36 37egg, all on one side.37 Corin38For not being at court? Your reason?38 Touchstone39Why, if thou never wast at court thou never39 40sawest good manners. If thou never sawest good40 41manners, then thy manners must be wicked, and41 42wickedness is sin, and sin is damnation. Thou art in a42 43parlous state, shepherd.43 Corin44Not a whit, Touchstone. Those that are good44 45manners at the court are as ridiculous in the country45 46as the behaviour of the country is most mockable at46 47the court. You told me you salute not at the court but47 48you kiss your hands. That courtesy would be uncleanly48 49if courtiers were shepherds.49 Touchstone50Instance, briefly; come, instance.50 Corin51Why, we are still handling our ewes, and their51 52fells, you know, are greasy.52 Touchstone53Why, do not your courtier's hands sweat?53 54And is not the grease of a mutton as wholesome as the54 55sweat of a man? Shallow, shallow. A better instance,55 56I say. Come.56 Corin57Besides, our hands are hard.57 Touchstone58Your lips will feel them the sooner. Shallow58 59again. A more sounder instance. Come.59 Corin60And they are often tarred over with the surgery of60 61our sheep; and would you have us kiss tar? The61 62courtier's hands are perfumed with civet.62 Touchstone63Most shallow, man. Thou worms' meat in63 64respect of a good piece of flesh indeed, learn of the64 65wise, and perpend: civet is of a baser birth than tar,65 66the very uncleanly flux of a cat. Mend the instance,66 67shepherd.67 Corin68You have too courtly a wit for me. I'll rest.68 Touchstone69Wilt thou rest damned? God help thee,69 70shallow man. God make incision in thee, thou art raw.70 Corin71Sir, I am a true labourer. I earn that I eat, get that71 72I wear; owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness;72 73glad of other men's good, content with my harm; and73 74the greatest of my pride is to see my ewes graze and74 75my lambs suck.75 Touchstone76That is another simple sin in you, to bring76 77the ewes and the rams together, and to offer to get77 78your living by the copulation of cattle; to be bawd to78 79a bell-wether, and to betray a she-lamb of a twelve--79 80month to a crooked-pated old cuckoldly ram, out of all80 81reasonable match. If thou beest not damned for this,81 82the devil himself will have no shepherds. I cannot see82 83else how thou shouldst scape.83 Corin84Here comes young Master Ganymede, my new84 85mistress's brother.85

Enter Rosalind as Ganymede Rosalind(reads) 86`From the east to western Ind86 87No jewel is like Rosalind.87 88Her worth being mounted on the wind88 89Through all the world bears Rosalind.89 90All the pictures fairest lined90 91Are but black to Rosalind.91 92Let no face be kept in mind92 93But the fair of Rosalind.'93 Touchstone94I'll rhyme you so eight years together,94 95dinners, and suppers, and sleeping-hours excepted. It95 96is the right butter-women's rank to market.96 Rosalind97Out, fool.97 Touchstone98For a taste:98 99If a hart do lack a hind,99 100Let him seek out Rosalind.100 101If the cat will after kind,101 102So, be sure, will Rosalind.102 103Wintered garments must be lined,103 104So must slender Rosalind.104 105They that reap must sheaf and bind,105 106Then to cart with Rosalind.106 107`Sweetest nut hath sourest rind',107 108Such a nut is Rosalind.108 109He that sweetest rose will find109 110Must find love's prick, and Rosalind.110 111This is the very false gallop of verses. Why do you111 112infect yourself with them?112 Rosalind113Peace, you dull fool, I found them on a tree.113 Touchstone114Truly, the tree yields bad fruit.114 Rosalind115I'll graft it with you, and then I shall graft it115 116with a medlar; then it will be the earliest fruit i'th'116 117country, for you'll be rotten ere you be half-ripe, and117 118that's the right virtue of the medlar.118 Touchstone119You have said; but whether wisely or no, let119 120the forest judge.120

Enter Celia, as Aliena, with a writing Rosalind 121Peace, here comes my sister, reading. Stand aside.121 Celia(reads) 122`Why should this a desert be?122 123For it is unpeopled? No.123 124Tongues I'll hang on every tree,124 125That shall civil sayings show.125 126Some, how brief the life of man126 127Runs his erring pilgrimage,127 128That the stretching of a span128 129Buckles in his sum of age.129 130Some of violated vows130 131'Twixt the souls of friend and friend.131 132But upon the fairest boughs,132 133Or at every sentence end,133 134Will I `Rosalinda' write,134 135Teaching all that read to know135 136The quintessence of every sprite136 137Heaven would in little show.137 138Therefore heaven nature charged138 139That one body should be filled139 140With all graces wide-enlarged.140 141Nature presently distilled141 142Helen's cheek, but not her heart,142 143Cleopatra's majesty,143 144Atalanta's better part,144 145Sad Lucretia's modesty.145 146Thus Rosalind of many parts146 147By heavenly synod was devised147 148Of many faces, eyes, and hearts148 149To have the touches dearest prized.149 150Heaven would that she these gifts should have150 151And I to live and die her slave.'151 Rosalind152O most gentle Jupiter! What tedious homily of152 153love have you wearied your parishioners withal, and153 154never cried `Have patience, good people.'154 Celia155How now, back, friends. Shepherd, go off a little.155 156Go with him, sirrah.156 Touchstone157Come, shepherd, let us make an honourable157 158retreat, though not with bag and baggage, yet with158 159scrip and scrippage.159 Exit with Corin Celia160Didst thou hear these verses?160 Rosalind161O yes, I heard them all, and more, too, for161 162some of them had in them more feet than the verses162 163would bear.163 Celia164That's no matter; the feet might bear the verses.164 Rosalind165Ay, but the feet were lame, and could not bear165 166themselves without the verse, and therefore stood166 167lamely in the verse.167 Celia168But didst thou hear without wondering how thy168 169name should be hanged and carved upon these trees?169 Rosalind170I was seven of the nine days out of the wonder170 171before you came; for look here what I found on a palm-171 172tree;(showing Celia the verses)<I was never so berhymed172 173since Pythagoras' time that I was an Irish rat, which173 174I can hardly remember.174 Celia175Trow you who hath done this?175 Rosalind176Is it a man?176 Celia177And a chain that you once wore about his neck.177 178Change you colour?178 Rosalind179I prithee, who?179 Celia180O Lord, Lord, it is a hard matter for friends to meet.180 181But mountains may be removed with earthquakes, and181 182so encounter.182 Rosalind183Nay, but who is it?183 Celia184Is it possible?184 Rosalind185Nay, I prithee now with most petitionary185 186vehemence, tell me who it is.186 Celia187O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful-187 188wonderful, and yet again wonderful, and after that out188 189of all whooping!189 Rosalind190Good my complexion! Dost thou think, though190 191I am caparisoned like a man, I have a doublet and191 192hose in my disposition? One inch of delay more is a192 193South Sea of discovery. I prithee tell me who is it193 194quickly, and speak apace. I would thou couldst194 195stammer, that thou mightst pour this concealed man195 196out of thy mouth as wine comes out of a narrow-196 197mouthed bottle_either too much at once, or none at197 198all. I prithee, take the cork out of thy mouth, that I198 199may drink thy tidings.199 Celia200So you may put a man in your belly.200 Rosalind201Is he of God's making? What manner of man?201 202Is his head worth a hat? Or his chin worth a beard?202 Celia203Nay, he hath but a little beard.203 Rosalind204Why, God will send more, if the man will be204 205thankful. Let me stay the growth of his beard, if thou205 206delay me not the knowledge of his chin.206 Celia207It is young Orlando, that tripped up the wrestler's207 208heels and your heart both in an instant.208 Rosalind209Nay, but the devil take mocking. Speak sad209 210brow and true maid.210 Celia211I'faith, coz, 'tis he.211 Rosalind212Orlando?212 Celia213Orlando.213 Rosalind214Alas the day, what shall I do with my doublet214 215and hose! What did he when thou sawest him? What215 216said he? How looked he? Wherein went he? What216 217makes he here? Did he ask for me? Where remains he?217 218How parted he with thee? And when shalt thou see218 219him again? Answer me in one word.219 Celia220You must borrow me Gargantua's mouth first, 'tis220 221a word too great for any mouth of this age's size. To221 222say ay and no to these particulars is more than to222 223answer in a catechism.223 Rosalind224But doth he know that I am in this forest, and224 225in man's apparel? Looks he as freshly as he did the225 226day he wrestled?226 Celia227It is as easy to count atomies as to resolve the227 228propositions of a lover; but take a taste of my finding228 229him, and relish it with good observance. I found him229 230under a tree, like a dropped acorn_230 Rosalind231It may well be called Jove's tree when it drops231 232forth such fruit.232 Celia233Give me audience, good madam.233 Rosalind234Proceed.234 Celia235There lay he, stretched along like a wounded235 236knight_236 Rosalind237Though it be pity to see such a sight, it well237 238becomes the ground.238

Enter Orlando and Jaques Celia246You bring me out. Soft, comes he not here?246 Rosalind247'Tis he. Slink by, and note him.247

Rosalind and Celia stand aside Jaques(to Orlando)248I thank you for your company, but,248 249good faith, I had as lief have been myself alone.249 Orlando250And so had I. But yet for fashion' sake, I thank250 251you too for your society.251 Jaques252God b'wi'you; let's meet as little as we can.252 Orlando253I do desire we may be better strangers.253 Jaques254I pray you mar no more trees with writing love-254 255songs in their barks.255 Orlando256I pray you mar no more of my verses with256 257reading them ill-favouredly.257 Jaques258Rosalind is your love's name?258 Orlando259Yes, just.259 Jaques260I do not like her name.260 Orlando261There was no thought of pleasing you when261 262she was christened.262 Jaques263What stature is she of?263 Orlando264Just as high as my heart.264 Jaques265You are full of pretty answers. Have you not been265 266acquainted with goldsmiths' wives, and conned them266 267out of rings?267 Orlando268Not so; but I answer you right painted cloth,268 269from whence you have studied your questions.269 Jaques270You have a nimble wit; I think 'twas made of270 271Atalanta's heels. Will you sit down with me, and we271 272two will rail against our mistress the world, and all272 273our misery?273 Orlando274I will chide no breather in the world but myself,274 275against whom I know most faults.275 Jaques276The worst fault you have is to be in love.276 Orlando277'Tis a fault I will not change for your best virtue.277 278I am weary of you.278 Jaques279By my troth, I was seeking for a fool when I found279 280you.280 Orlando281He is drowned in the brook. Look but in, and281 282you shall see him.282 Jaques283There I shall see mine own figure.283 Orlando284Which I take to be either a fool or a cipher.284 Jaques285I'll tarry no longer with you. Farewell, good Signor285 286Love.286 Orlando287I am glad of your departure. Adieu, good287 288Monsieur Melancholy.288 Exit Jaques Rosalind(to Celia)289I will speak to him like a saucy lackey,289 290and under that habit play the knave with him.(To290 Orlando)291Do you hear, forester?291 Orlando292Very well. What would you?292 Rosalind293I pray you, what is't o'clock?293 Orlando294You should ask me what time o' day. There's294 295no clock in the forest.295 Rosalind296Then there is no true lover in the forest, else296 297sighing every minute and groaning every hour would297 298detect the lazy foot of time as well as a clock.298 Orlando299And why not the swift foot of time? Had not299 300that been as proper?300 Rosalind301By no means, sir. Time travels in divers paces301 302with divers persons. I'll tell you who time ambles302 303withal, who time trots withal, who time gallops withal,303 304and who he stands still withal.304 Orlando305I prithee, who doth he trot withal?305 Rosalind306Marry, he trots hard with a young maid306 307between the contract of her marriage and the day it is307 308solemnized. If the interim be but a se'nnight, time's308 309pace is so hard that it seems the length of seven year.309 Orlando310Who ambles time withal?310 Rosalind311With a priest that lacks Latin, and a rich man311 312that hath not the gout; for the one sleeps easily because312 313he cannot study, and the other lives merrily because313 314he feels no pain, the one lacking the burden of lean314 315and wasteful learning, the other knowing no burden315 316of heavy tedious penury. These time ambles withal.316 Orlando317Who doth he gallop withal?317 Rosalind318With a thief to the gallows; for though he go318 319as softly as foot can fall, he thinks himself too soon319 320there.320 Orlando321Who stays it still withal?321 Rosalind322With lawyers in the vacation; for they sleep322 323between term and term, and then they perceive not323 324how time moves.324 Orlando325Where dwell you, pretty youth?325 Rosalind326With this shepherdess, my sister, here in the326 327skirts of the forest, like fringe upon a petticoat.327 Orlando328Are you native of this place?328 Rosalind329As the coney that you see dwell where she is329 330kindled.330 Orlando331Your accent is something finer than you could331 332purchase in so removed a dwelling.332 Rosalind333I have been told so of many; but indeed an old333 334religious uncle of mine taught me to speak, who was334 335in his youth an inland man; one that knew courtship335 336too well, for there he fell in love. I have heard him336 337read many lectures against it, and I thank God I am337 338not a woman, to be touched with so many giddy338 339offences as he hath generally taxed their whole sex339 340withal.340 Orlando341Can you remember any of the principal evils341 342that he laid to the charge of women?342 Rosalind343There were none principal; they were all like343 344one another as halfpence are, every one fault seeming344 345monstrous till his fellow-fault came to match it.345 Orlando346I prithee, recount some of them.346 Rosalind347No. I will not cast away my physic but on those347 348that are sick. There is a man haunts the forest that348 349abuses our young plants with carving Rosalind on their349 350barks; hangs odes upon hawthorns and elegies on350 351brambles; all, forsooth, deifying the name of Rosalind.351 352If I could meet that fancy-monger, I would give him352 353some good counsel, for he seems to have the quotidian353 354of love upon him.354 Orlando355I am he that is so love-shaked. I pray you, tell355 356me your remedy.356 Rosalind357There is none of my uncle's marks upon you.357 358He taught me how to know a man in love, in which358 359cage of rushes I am sure you are not prisoner.359 Orlando360What were his marks?360 Rosalind

Enter Touchstone the clown and Audrey, followed by Jaques Touchstone1Come apace, good Audrey. I will fetch up1 2your goats, Audrey. And how, Audrey, am I the man2 3yet? Doth my simple feature content you?3 Audrey4Your features, Lord warrant us_what features?4 Touchstone5I am here with thee and thy goats as the5 6most capricious poet honest Ovid was among the Goths.6 Jaques(aside)7O knowledge ill-inhabited; worse than Jove7 8in a thatched house.8 Touchstone9When a man's verses cannot be understood,9 10nor a man's good wit seconded with the forward child,10 11understanding, it strikes a man more dead than a great11 12reckoning in a little room. Truly, I would the gods had12 13made thee poetical.13 Audrey14I do not know what `poetical' is. Is it honest in14 15deed and word? Is it a true thing?15 Touchstone16No, truly; for the truest poetry is the most16 17feigning, and lovers are given to poetry; and what they17 18swear in poetry it may be said, as lovers, they do feign.18 Audrey19Do you wish, then, that the gods had made me19 20poetical?20 Touchstone21I do, truly; for thou swearest to me thou art21 22honest. Now if thou wert a poet, I might have some22 23hope thou didst feign.23 Audrey24Would you not have me honest?24 Touchstone25No, truly, unless thou wert hard-favoured;25 26for honesty coupled to beauty is to have honey a sauce26 27to sugar.27 Jaques(aside)28A material fool.28 Audrey29Well, I am not fair, and therefore I pray the gods29 30make me honest.30 Touchstone31Truly, and to cast away honesty upon a foul31 32slut were to put good meat into an unclean dish.32 Audrey33I am not a slut, though I thank the gods I am33 34foul.34 Touchstone35Well, praised be the gods for thy foulness.35 36Sluttishness may come hereafter. But be it as it may36 37be, I will marry thee; and to that end I have been with37 38Sir Oliver Martext, the vicar of the next village, who38 39hath promised to meet me in this place of the forest,39 40and to couple us.40 Jaques(aside)41I would fain see this meeting.41 Audrey42Well, the gods give us joy.42 Touchstone43Amen._A man may, if he were of a fearful43 44heart, stagger in this attempt; for here we have no44 45temple but the wood, no assembly but horn-beasts. But45 46what though? Courage. As horns are odious, they are46 47necessary. It is said many a man knows no end of his47 48goods. Right: many a man has good horns, and knows48 49no end of them. Well, that is the dowry of his wife, 'tis49 50none of his own getting. Horns? Even so. Poor men50 51alone? No, no; the noblest deer hath them as huge as51 52the rascal. Is the single man therefore blessed? No. As52 53a walled town is more worthier than a village, so is53 54the forehead of a married man more honourable than54 55the bare brow of a bachelor. And by how much defence55 56is better than no skill, by so much is a horn more56 57precious than to want.57

Enter Sir Oliver Martext 58Here comes Sir Oliver._Sir Oliver Martext, you are58 59well met. Will you dispatch us here under this tree, or59 60shall we go with you to your chapel?60 Sir Oliver Martext61Is there none here to give the woman?61 Touchstone62I will not take her on gift of any man.62 Sir Oliver Martext63Truly she must be given, or the63 64marriage is not lawful.64 Jaques(coming forward)65Proceed, proceed. I'll give her.65 Touchstone66Good even, good Monsieur What-ye-call't.66 67How do you, sir? You are very well met. God'ield you67 68for your last company. I am very glad to see you. Even68 69a toy in hand here, sir.69

Jaques removes his hat 70Nay, pray be covered.70 Jaques71Will you be married, motley?71 Touchstone72As the ox hath his bow, sir, the horse his72 73curb, and the falcon her bells, so man hath his desires;73 74and as pigeons bill, so wedlock would be nibbling.74 Jaques75And will you, being a man of your breeding, be75 76married under a bush, like a beggar? Get you to church,76 77and have a good priest that can tell you what marriage77 78is. This fellow will but join you together as they join78 79wainscot; then one of you will prove a shrunk panel79 80and, like green timber, warp, warp.80 Touchstone81I am not in the mind but I were better to be81 82married of him than of another, for he is not like to82 83marry me well, and not being well married, it will be83 84a good excuse for me hereafter to leave my wife.84 Jaques85Go thou with me, and let me counsel thee.85 Touchstone 86Come, sweet Audrey.86 87We must be married, or we must live in bawdry.87 88Farewell, good Master Oliver. Not88 89O, sweet Oliver,89 90O, brave Oliver,90 91Leave me not behind thee91 92but92 93Wind away,93 94Begone, I say,94 95I will not to wedding with thee.95 Sir Oliver Martext(aside)96'Tis no matter. Ne'er a fan--96 97tastical knave of them all shall flout me out of my97 98calling.98 Exeunt 3.4

Enter Rosalind as Ganymede and Celia as Aliena Rosalind1Never talk to me. I will weep.1 Celia2Do, I prithee, but yet have the grace to consider2 3that tears do not become a man.3 Rosalind4But have I not cause to weep?4 Celia5As good cause as one would desire; therefore weep.5 Rosalind6His very hair is of the dissembling colour.6 Celia7Something browner than Judas's. Marry, his kisses7 8are Judas's own children.8 Rosalind9I'faith, his hair is of a good colour.9 Celia10An excellent colour. Your chestnut was ever the10 11only colour.11 Rosalind12And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the touch12 13of holy bread.13 Celia14He hath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana. A nun14 15of winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously. The15 16very ice of chastity is in them.16 Rosalind17But why did he swear he would come this17 18morning, and comes not?18 Celia19Nay, certainly, there is no truth in him.19 Rosalind20Do you think so?20 Celia21Yes. I think he is not a pick-purse, nor a horse-21 22stealer; but for his verity in love, I do think him as22 23concave as a covered goblet, or a worm-eaten nut.23 Rosalind24Not true in love?24 Celia25Yes, when he is in. But I think he is not in.25 Rosalind26You have heard him swear downright he was.26 Celia27`Was' is not `is'. Besides, the oath of a lover is no27 28stronger than the word of a tapster. They are both the28 29confirmer of false reckonings. He attends here in the29 30forest on the Duke your father.30 Rosalind31I met the Duke yesterday, and had much31 32question with him. He asked me of what parentage I32 33was. I told him, of as good as he, so he laughed and33 34let me go. But what talk we of fathers when there is34 35such a man as Orlando?35 Celia36O that's a brave man. He writes brave verses,36 37speaks brave words, swears brave oaths, and breaks37 38them bravely, quite traverse, athwart the heart of his38 39lover, as a puny tilter that spurs his horse but on one39 40side breaks his staff, like a noble goose. But all's brave40 41that youth mounts, and folly guides. Who comes here?41

Enter Corin Corin 42Mistress and master, you have oft enquired42 43After the shepherd that complained of love43 44Who you saw sitting by me on the turf,44 45Praising the proud disdainful shepherdess45 46That was his mistress. Celia<Well, and what of him?46 Corin 47If you will see a pageant truly played47 48Between the pale complexion of true love48 49And the red glow of scorn and proud disdain,49 50Go hence a little, and I shall conduct you,50 51If you will mark it. Rosalind(to Celia)<O come, let us remove.51 52The sight of lovers feedeth those in love.52 (To Corin)53Bring us to this sight, and you shall say53 54I'll prove a busy actor in their play.54 Exeunt 3.5

Enter Silvius and Phoebe Silvius 1Sweet Phoebe, do not scorn me, do not, Phoebe.1 2Say that you love me not, but say not so2 3In bitterness. The common executioner,3 4Whose heart th'accustomed sight of death makes hard,4 5Falls not the axe upon the humbled neck5 6But first begs pardon. Will you sterner be6 7Than he that dies and lives by bloody drops?7

Enter Rosalind as Ganymede, Celia as Aliena, and Corin, and stand aside Phoebe(to Silvius) 8I would not be thy executioner.8 9I fly thee for I would not injure thee.9 10Thou tell'st me there is murder in mine eye.10 11'Tis pretty, sure, and very probable11 12That eyes, that are the frail'st and softest things,12 13Who shut their coward gates on atomies,13 14Should be called tyrants, butchers, murderers.14 15Now I do frown on thee with all my heart,15 16And if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill thee.16 17Now counterfeit to swoon, why now fall down;17 18Or if thou canst not, O, for shame, for shame,18 19Lie not, to say mine eyes are murderers.19 20Now show the wound mine eye hath made in thee.20 21Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remains21 22Some scar of it. Lean upon a rush,22 23The cicatrice and capable impressure23 24Thy palm some moment keeps. But now mine eyes,24 25Which I have darted at thee, hurt thee not;25 26Nor I am sure there is no force in eyes26 27That can do hurt.27 Silvius28O dear Phoebe,28 29If ever_as that ever may be near_29 30You meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy,30 31Then shall you know the wounds invisible31 32That love's keen arrows make. Phoebe<But till that time32 33Come not thou near me. And when that time comes,33 34Afflict me with thy mocks, pity me not,34 35As till that time I shall not pity thee.35 Rosalind(coming forward) 36And why, I pray you? Who might be your mother,36 37That you insult, exult, and all at once,37 38Over the wretched? What though you have no beauty_38 39As, by my faith, I see no more in you39 40Than without candle may go dark to bed_40 41Must you be therefore proud and pitiless?41 42Why, what means this? Why do you look on me?42 43I see no more in you than in the ordinary43 44Of nature's sale-work._'Od's my little life,44 45I think she means to tangle my eyes, too.45 46No, faith, proud mistress, hope not after it.46 47'Tis not your inky brows, your black silk hair,47 48Your bugle eyeballs, nor your cheek of cream,48 49That can entame my spirits to your worship.49 (To Silvius)50You, foolish shepherd, wherefore do you follow her50 51Like foggy south, puffing with wind and rain?51 52You are a thousand times a properer man52 53Than she a woman. 'Tis such fools as you53 54That makes the world full of ill-favoured children.54 55'Tis not her glass but you that flatters her,55 56And out of you she sees herself more proper56 57Than any of her lineaments can show her.57 (To Phoebe)58But, mistress, know yourself; down on your knees58 59And thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love;59 60For I must tell you friendly in your ear,60 61Sell when you can. You are not for all markets.61 62Cry the man mercy, love him, take his offer;62 63Foul is most foul, being foul to be a scoffer._63 64So, take her to thee, shepherd. Fare you well.64 Phoebe 65Sweet youth, I pray you chide a year together.65 66I had rather hear you chide than this man woo.66 Rosalind(to Phoebe)67He's fallen in love with your foulness,67 (to Silvius)68and she'll fall in love with my anger. If it68 69be so, as fast as she answers thee with frowning looks,69 70I'll sauce her with bitter words.70 (To Phoebe)71Why look you so upon me?71 Phoebe 72For no ill will I bear you.72 Rosalind 73I pray you do not fall in love with me,73 74For I am falser than vows made in wine.74 75Besides, I like you not. If you will know my house,75 76'Tis at the tuft of olives, here hard by.76 (To Celia)77Will you go, sister?(To Silvius)<Shepherd, ply her hard._77 78Come, sister.(To Phoebe)<Shepherdess, look on him better,78 79And be not proud. Though all the world could see,79 80None could be so abused in sight as he._80 81Come, to our flock.81 Exeunt Rosalind, Celia, and Corin Phoebe(aside) 82Dead shepherd, now I find thy saw of might:82 83`Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?'83 Silvius 84Sweet Phoebe_ Phoebe<Ha, what sayst thou, Silvius?84 Silvius85Sweet Phoebe, pity me.85 Phoebe 86Why, I am sorry for thee, gentle Silvius.86 Silvius 87Wherever sorrow is, relief would be.87 88If you do sorrow at my grief in love,88 89By giving love your sorrow and my grief89 90Were both extermined.90 Phoebe 91Thou hast my love, is not that neighbourly?91 Silvius 92I would have you. Phoebe<Why, that were covetousness.92 93Silvius, the time was that I hated thee;93 94And yet it is not that I bear thee love.94 95But since that thou canst talk of love so well,95 96Thy company, which erst was irksome to me,96 97I will endure; and I'll employ thee, too.97 98But do not look for further recompense98 99Than thine own gladness that thou art employed.99 Silvius 100So holy and so perfect is my love,100 101And I in such a poverty of grace,101 102That I shall think it a most plenteous crop102 103To glean the broken ears after the man103 104That the main harvest reaps. Loose now and then104 105A scattered smile, and that I'll live upon.105 Phoebe 106Know'st thou the youth that spoke to me erewhile?106 Silvius 107Not very well, but I have met him oft,107 108And he hath bought the cottage and the bounds108 109That the old Carlot once was master of.109 Phoebe 110Think not I love him, though I ask for him.110 111'Tis but a peevish boy. Yet he talks well.111 112But what care I for words? Yet words do well112 113When he that speaks them pleases those that hear.113 114It is a pretty youth_not very pretty_114 115But sure he's proud; and yet his pride becomes him.115 116He'll make a proper man. The best thing in him116 117Is his complexion; and faster than his tongue117 118Did make offence, his eye did heal it up.118 119He is not very tall; yet for his years he's tall.119 120His leg is but so-so; and yet 'tis well.120 121There was a pretty redness in his lip,121 122A little riper and more lusty-red122 123Than that mixed in his cheek. 'Twas just the difference123 124Betwixt the constant red and mingled damask.124 125There be some women, Silvius, had they marked him125 126In parcels as I did, would have gone near126 127To fall in love with him; but for my part,

Enter Rosalind as Ganymede, Celia as Aliena, and Jaques Jaques1I prithee, pretty youth, let me be better acquainted1 2with thee.2 Rosalind3They say you are a melancholy fellow.3 Jaques4I am so. I do love it better than laughing.4 Rosalind5Those that are in extremity of either are5 6abominable fellows, and betray themselves to every6 7modern censure worse than drunkards.7 Jaques8Why, 'tis good to be sad and say nothing.8 Rosalind9Why then, 'tis good to be a post.9 Jaques10I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is10 11emulation, nor the musician's, which is fantastical, nor11 12the courtier's, which is proud, nor the soldier's, which12 13is ambitious, nor the lawyer's, which is politic, nor the13 14lady's, which is nice, nor the lover's, which is all these;14 15but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of15 16many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed16 17the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my17 18often rumination wraps me in a most humorous18 19sadness.19 Rosalind20A traveller! By my faith, you have great reason20 21to be sad. I fear you have sold your own lands to see21 22other men's. Then to have seen much and to have22 23nothing is to have rich eyes and poor hands.23 Jaques24Yes, I have gained my experience.24

Enter Orlando Rosalind25And your experience makes you sad. I had25 26rather have a fool to make me merry than experience26 27to make me sad_and to travel for it too!27 Orlando 28Good day and happiness, dear Rosalind.28 Jaques29Nay then, God b'wi'you an you talk in blank29 30verse.30 Rosalind31Farewell, Monsieur Traveller. Look you lisp,31 32and wear strange suits; disable all the benefits of your32 33own country; be out of love with your nativity, and33 34almost chide God for making you that countenance34 35you are, or I will scarce think you have swam in a35 36gondola.36 [Exit Jaques] 37Why, how now, Orlando? Where have you been all37 38this while? You a lover? An you serve me such another38 39trick, never come in my sight more.39 Orlando40My fair Rosalind, I come within an hour of my40 41promise.41 Rosalind42Break an hour's promise in love! He that will42 43divide a minute into a thousand parts and break but a43 44part of the thousand part of a minute in the affairs of44 45love, it may be said of him that Cupid hath clapped45 46him o'th' shoulder, but I'll warrant him heartwhole.46 Orlando47Pardon me, dear Rosalind.47 Rosalind48Nay, an you be so tardy, come no more in my48 49sight. I had as lief be wooed of a snail.49 Orlando50Of a snail?50 Rosalind51Ay, of a snail; for though he comes slowly, he51 52carries his house on his head_a better jointure, I think,52 53than you make a woman. Besides, he brings his destiny53 54with him.54 Orlando55What's that?55 Rosalind56Why, horns, which such as you are fain to be56 57beholden to your wives for. But he comes armed in his57 58fortune, and prevents the slander of his wife.58 Orlando59Virtue is no hornmaker, and my Rosalind is59 60virtuous.60 Rosalind61And I am your Rosalind.61 Celia62It pleases him to call you so; but he hath a Rosalind62 63of a better leer than you.63 Rosalind64Come, woo me, woo me, for now I am in a64 65holiday humour, and like enough to consent. What65 66would you say to me now an I were your very, very66 67Rosalind?67 Orlando68I would kiss before I spoke.68 Rosalind69Nay, you were better speak first, and when you69 70were gravelled for lack of matter you might take70 71occasion to kiss. Very good orators, when they are out,71 72they will spit; and for lovers, lacking_God warr'nt72 73us_matter, the cleanliest shift is to kiss.73 Orlando74How if the kiss be denied?74 Rosalind75Then she puts you to entreaty, and there begins75 76new matter.76 Orlando77Who could be out, being before his beloved77 78mistress?78 Rosalind79Marry, that should you if I were your mistress,79 80or I should think my honesty ranker than my wit.80 Orlando81What, of my suit?81 Rosalind82Not out of your apparel, and yet out of your82 83suit. Am not I your Rosalind?83 Orlando84I take some joy to say you are because I would84 85be talking of her.85 Rosalind86Well, in her person I say I will not have you.86 Orlando87Then in mine own person I die.87 Rosalind88No, faith; die by attorney. The poor world is88 89almost six thousand years old, and in all this time there89 90was not any man died in his own person, videlicet, in90 91a love-cause. Troilus had his brains dashed out with a91 92Grecian club, yet he did what he could to die before,92 93and he is one of the patterns of love. Leander, he would93 94have lived many a fair year though Hero had turned94 95nun if it had not been for a hot midsummer night, for,95 96good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the96 97Hellespont and, being taken with the cramp, was97 98drowned; and the foolish chroniclers of that age found98 99it was Hero of Sestos. But these are all lies. Men have99 100died from time to time, and worms have eaten them,100 101but not for love.101 Orlando102I would not have my right Rosalind of this102 103mind, for I protest her frown might kill me.103 Rosalind104By this hand, it will not kill a fly. But come,104 105now I will be your Rosalind in a more coming-on105 106disposition; and ask me what you will, I will grant it.106 Orlando107Then love me, Rosalind.107 Rosalind108Yes, faith, will I, Fridays and Saturdays and108 109all.109 Orlando110And wilt thou have me?110 Rosalind111Ay, and twenty such.111 Orlando112What sayst thou?112 Rosalind113Are you not good?113 Orlando114I hope so.114 Rosalind115Why then, can one desire too much of a good115 116thing?(To Celia)<Come, sister, you shall be the priest116 117and marry us._Give me your hand, Orlando._What117 118do you say, sister?118 Orlando(to Celia)119Pray thee, marry us.119 Celia120I cannot say the words.120 Rosalind121You must begin, `Will you, Orlando'_121 Celia122Go to. Will you, Orlando, have to wife this122 123Rosalind?123 Orlando124I will.124 Rosalind125Ay, but when?125 Orlando126Why now, as fast as she can marry us.126 Rosalind127Then you must say, `I take thee, Rosalind, for127 128wife.'128 Orlando129I take thee, Rosalind, for wife.129 Rosalind130I might ask you for your commission; but I do130 131take thee, Orlando, for my husband. There's a girl goes131 132before the priest; and certainly a woman's thought132 133runs before her actions.133 Orlando134So do all thoughts; they are winged.134 Rosalind135Now tell me how long you would have her135 136after you have possessed her?136 Orlando137For ever and a day.137 Rosalind138Say a day without the ever. No, no, Orlando;

Enter Jaques and Lords dressed as foresters Jaques1Which is he that killed the deer?1 First Lord2Sir, it was I.2 Jaques(to the others)3Let's present him to the Duke like3 4a Roman conqueror. And it would do well to set the4 5deer's horns upon his head for a branch of victory.5 6Have you no song, forester, for this purpose?6 Second Lord7Yes, sir.7 Jaques8Sing it. 'Tis no matter how it be in tune, so it8 9make noise enough.9 Lords(sing) 10What shall he have that killed the deer?10 11His leather skin and horns to wear.11 12Then sing him home; the rest shall bear12 13This burden.13 14Take thou no scorn to wear the horn;14 15It was a crest ere thou wast born.15 16Thy father's father wore it,16 17And thy father bore it.17 18The horn, the horn, the lusty horn18 19Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.19 Exeunt 4.3

Enter Rosalind as Ganymede and Celia as Aliena Rosalind1How say you now? Is it not past two o'clock?1 2And here much Orlando.2 Celia3I warrant you, with pure love and troubled brain3 4he hath ta'en his bow and arrows and is gone forth to4 5sleep.5

[Enter Silvius] 6Look who comes here.6 Silvius(to Rosalind) 7My errand is to you, fair youth.7 8My gentle Phoebe did bid me give you this.8

He offers Rosalind a letter, which she takes

and reads 9I know not the contents, but as I guess9 10By the stern brow and waspish action10 11Which she did use as she was writing of it,11 12It bears an angry tenor. Pardon me;12 13I am but as a guiltless messenger.13 Rosalind 14Patience herself would startle at this letter,14 15And play the swaggerer. Bear this, bear all.15 16She says I am not fair, that I lack manners;16 17She calls me proud, and that she could not love me17 18Were man as rare as Phoenix. 'Od's my will,18 19Her love is not the hare that I do hunt.19 20Why writes she so to me? Well, shepherd, well,20 21This is a letter of your own device.21 Silvius 22No, I protest; I know not the contents.22 23Phoebe did write it. Rosalind<Come, come, you are a fool,23 24And turned into the extremity of love.24 25I saw her hand. She has a leathern hand,25 26A free-stone coloured hand. I verily did think26 27That her old gloves were on; but 'twas her hands.27 28She has a housewife's hand_but that's no matter.28 29I say she never did invent this letter.29 30This is a man's invention, and his hand.30 Silvius31Sure, it is hers.31 Rosalind 32Why, 'tis a boisterous and a cruel style,32 33A style for challengers. Why, she defies me,33 34Like Turk to Christian. Women's gentle brain34 35Could not drop forth such giant-rude invention,35 36Such Ethiop words, blacker in their effect36 37Than in their countenance. Will you hear the letter?37 Silvius 38So please you, for I never heard it yet,38 39Yet heard too much of Phoebe's cruelty.39 Rosalind 40She Phoebes me. Mark how the tyrant writes:40 (reads) 41`Art thou god to shepherd turned,41 42That a maiden's heart hath burned?'42 43Can a woman rail thus?43 Silvius44Call you this railing?44 Rosalind(reads) 45`Why, thy godhead laid apart,45 46Warr'st thou with a woman's heart?'46 47Did you ever hear such railing?47 48`Whiles the eye of man did woo me48 49That could do no vengeance to me.'_49 50Meaning me a beast.50 51`If the scorn of your bright eyne51 52Have power to raise such love in mine,52 53Alack, in me what strange effect53 54Would they work in mild aspect?54 55Whiles you chid me I did love;55 56How then might your prayers move?56 57He that brings this love to thee57 58Little knows this love in me,58 59And by him seal up thy mind59 60Whether that thy youth and kind60 61Will the faithful offer take61 62Of me, and all that I can make,62 63Or else by him my love deny,63 64And then I'll study how to die.'64 Silvius65Call you this chiding?65 Celia66Alas, poor shepherd.66 Rosalind67Do you pity him? No, he deserves no pity.(To67 Silvius)68Wilt thou love such a woman? What, to make68 69thee an instrument, and play false strains upon thee?_69 70not to be endured. Well, go your way to her_for I see70 71love hath made thee a tame snake_and say this to71 72her: that if she love me, I charge her to love thee. If72 73she will not, I will never have her unless thou entreat73 74for her. If you be a true lover, hence, and not a word;74 75for here comes more company.75 Exit Silvius

Enter Oliver Oliver 76Good morrow, fair ones. Pray you, if you know,76 77Where in the purlieus of this forest stands77 78A sheepcote fenced about with olive trees?78 Celia 79West of this place, down in the neighbour bottom.79 80The rank of osiers by the murmuring stream80 81Left on your right hand brings you to the place.81 82But at this hour the house doth keep itself.82 83There's none within.83 Oliver 84If that an eye may profit by a tongue,84 85Then should I know you by description.85 86Such garments, and such years. `The boy is fair,86 87Of female favour, and bestows himself87 88Like a ripe sister. The woman low88 89And browner than her brother.' Are not you89 90The owner of the house I did enquire for?90 Celia 91It is no boast, being asked, to say we are.91 Oliver 92Orlando doth commend him to you both,92 93And to that youth he calls his Rosalind93 94He sends this bloody napkin. Are you he?94 Rosalind 95I am. What must we understand by this?95 Oliver 96Some of my shame, if you will know of me96 97What man I am, and how, and why, and where97 98This handkerchief was stained. Celia<I pray you tell it.98 Oliver 99When last the young Orlando parted from you,99 100He left a promise to return again100 101Within an hour, and pacing through the forest,101 102Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy,102 103Lo what befell. He threw his eye aside,103 104And mark what object did present itself.104 105Under an old oak, whose boughs were mossed with age105 106And high top bald with dry antiquity,106 107A wretched, ragged man, o'ergrown with hair,107 108Lay sleeping on his back. About his neck108 109A green and gilded snake had wreathed itself,109 110Who with her head, nimble in threats, approached110 111The opening of his mouth. But suddenly111 112Seeing Orlando, it unlinked itself,112 113And with indented glides did slip away113 114Into a bush, under which bush's shade114 115A lioness, with udders all drawn dry,115 116Lay couching, head on ground, with catlike watch116 117When that the sleeping man should stir. For 'tis117 118The royal disposition of that beast118 119To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead.119 120This seen, Orlando did approach the man120 121And found it was his brother, his elder brother.121 Celia 122O, I have heard him speak of that same brother,122 123And he did render him the most unnatural123 124That lived amongst men. Oliver<And well he might so do,124 125For well I know he was unnatural.125 Rosalind 126But to Orlando. Did he leave him there,126 127Food to the sucked and hungry lioness?127 Oliver 128Twice did he turn his back, and purposed so.128 129But kindness, nobler ever than revenge,129 130And nature, stronger than his just occasion,130 131Made him give battle to the lioness,131 132Who quickly fell before him; in which hurtling132 133From miserable slumber I awaked.133 Celia 134Are you his brother? Rosalind<Was't you he rescued?134 Celia 135Was't you that did so oft contrive to kill him?135 Oliver 136'Twas I, but 'tis not I. I do not shame136 137To tell you what I was, since my conversion137 138So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am.138 Rosalind 139But for the bloody napkin? Oliver<By and by.139 140When from the first to last betwixt us two140 141Tears our recountments had most kindly bathed_141 142As how I came into that desert place_142 143I' brief, he led me to the gentle Duke,143 144Who gave me fresh array, and entertainment,144 145Committing me unto my brother's love,145 146Who led me instantly unto his cave,146 147There stripped himself, and here upon his arm147 148The lioness had torn some flesh away,148 149Which all this while had bled. And now he fainted,149 150And cried in fainting upon Rosalind.150 151Brief, I recovered him, bound up his wound,151 152And after some small space, being strong at heart,152 153He sent me hither, stranger as I am,153 154To tell this story, that you might excuse154 155His broken promise, and to give this napkin,155 156Dyed in his blood, unto the shepherd youth156 157That he in sport doth call his Rosalind.157

Rosalind faints Celia 158Why, how now, Ganymede, sweet Ganymede!158 Oliver 159Many will swoon when they do look on blood.159 Celia 160There is more in it. Cousin Ganymede!160 Oliver161Look, he recovers.161 Rosalind162I would I were at home.162 Celia163We'll lead you thither.163 (To Oliver)164I pray you, will you take him by the arm?164 Oliver165Be of good cheer, youth. You a man? You lack a165 166man's heart.166 Rosalind167I do so, I confess it. Ah, sirrah, a body would167 168think this was well counterfeited. I pray you, tell your168 169brother how well I counterfeited. Heigh-ho!169 Oliver170This was not counterfeit. There is too great170 171testimony in your complexion that it was a passion of171 172earnest.172 Rosalind173Counterfeit, I assure you.173 Oliver174Well then, take a good heart, and counterfeit to174 175be a man.175 Rosalind176So I do; but, i'faith, I should have been a176 177woman by right.177 Celia178Come, you look paler and paler. Pray you, draw178 179homewards. Good sir, go with us.179 Oliver 180That will I, for I must bear answer back180 181How you excuse my brother, Rosalind.181 Rosalind182I shall devise something. But I pray you182 183commend my counterfeiting to him. Will you go?183 Exeunt 5.1

Enter Touchstone the clown and Audrey Touchstone1We shall find a time, Audrey. Patience, gentle1 2Audrey.2 Audrey3Faith, the priest was good enough, for all the old3 4gentleman's saying.4 Touchstone5A most wicked Sir Oliver, Audrey, a most5 6vile Martext. But, Audrey, there is a youth here in the6 7forest lays claim to you.7 Audrey8Ay, I know who 'tis. He hath no interest in me8 9in the world. Here comes the man you mean.9

Enter William Touchstone10It is meat and drink to me to see a clown.10 11By my troth, we that have good wits have much to11 12answer for. We shall be flouting; we cannot hold.12 William13Good ev'n, Audrey.13 Audrey14God ye good ev'n, William.14 William(to Touchstone)15And good ev'n to you, sir.15 Touchstone16Good ev'n, gentle friend. Cover thy head,16 17cover thy head. Nay, prithee, be covered. How old are17 18you, friend?18 William19Five-and-twenty, sir.19 Touchstone20A ripe age. Is thy name William?20 William21William, sir.21 Touchstone22A fair name. Wast born i'th' forest here?22 William23Ay, sir, I thank God.23 Touchstone24Thank God_a good answer. Art rich?24 William25Faith, sir, so-so.25 Touchstone26So-so is good, very good, very excellent good.26 27And yet it is not, it is but so-so. Art thou wise?27 William28Ay, sir, I have a pretty wit.28 Touchstone29Why, thou sayst well. I do now remember a29 30saying: `The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise30 31man knows himself to be a fool.' The heathen31 32philosopher, when he had a desire to eat a grape,32 33would open his lips when he put it into his mouth,33 34meaning thereby that grapes were made to eat, and34 35lips to open. You do love this maid?35 William36I do, sir.36 Touchstone37Give me your hand. Art thou learned?37 William38No, sir.38 Touchstone39Then learn this of me: to have is to have.39 40For it is a figure in rhetoric that drink, being poured40 41out of a cup into a glass, by filling the one doth empty41 42the other. For all your writers do consent that {ipse} is42 43he. Now you are not {ipse}, for I am he.43 William44Which he, sir?44 Touchstone45He, sir, that must marry this woman.45 46Therefore, you clown, abandon_which is in the vulgar,46 47leave_the society_which in the boorish is company_47 48of this female_which in the common is woman; which48 49together is, abandon the society of this female, or,49 50clown, thou perishest; or, to thy better understanding,50 51diest; or, to wit, I kill thee, make thee away, translate51 52thy life into death, thy liberty into bondage. I will deal52 53in poison with thee, or in bastinado, or in steel. I will53 54bandy with thee in faction, I will o'errun thee with54 55policy. I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways.55 56Therefore tremble, and depart.56 Audrey57Do, good William.57 William58God rest you merry, sir.58 Exit

Enter Corin Corin59Our master and mistress seeks you. Come, away,59 60away.60 Touchstone61Trip, Audrey, trip, Audrey.(To Corin)<I61 62attend, I attend.62 Exeunt 5.2

Enter Orlando and Oliver Orlando1Is't possible that on so little acquaintance you1 2should like her? That but seeing, you should love her?2 3And loving, woo? And wooing, she should grant? And3 4will you persevere to enjoy her?4 Oliver5Neither call the giddiness of it in question, the5 6poverty of her, the small acquaintance, my sudden6 7wooing, nor her sudden consenting; but say with me,7 8`I love Aliena'; say with her, that she loves me; consent8 9with both that we may enjoy each other. It shall be to9 10your good, for my father's house and all the revenue10 11that was old Sir Rowland's will I estate upon you, and11 12here live and die a shepherd.12

Enter Rosalind as Ganymede Orlando13You have my consent. Let your wedding be13 14tomorrow. Thither will I invite the Duke and all's14 15contented followers. Go you, and prepare Aliena; for15 16look you, here comes my Rosalind.16 Rosalind17God save you, brother.17 Oliver18And you, fair sister.18 Exit Rosalind19O, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to see19 20thee wear thy heart in a scarf.20 Orlando21It is my arm.21 Rosalind22I thought thy heart had been wounded with22 23the claws of a lion.23 Orlando24Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady.24 Rosalind25Did your brother tell you how I counterfeited25 26to swoon when he showed me your handkerchief?26 Orlando27Ay, and greater wonders than that.27 Rosalind28O, I know where you are. Nay, 'tis true. There28 29was never anything so sudden but the fight of two29 30rams, and Caesar's thrasonical brag of `I came, saw,30 31and overcame', for your brother and my sister no31 32sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they32 33loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner33 34sighed but they asked one another the reason; no34 35sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy;35 36and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to36 37marriage, which they will climb incontinent, or else be37 38incontinent before marriage. They are in the very wrath38 39of love, and they will together. Clubs cannot part them.39 Orlando40They shall be married tomorrow, and I will bid40 41the Duke to the nuptial. But O, how bitter a thing it is41 42to look into happiness through another man's eyes. By42 43so much the more shall I tomorrow be at the height43 44of heart-heaviness by how much I shall think my44 45brother happy in having what he wishes for.45 Rosalind46Why, then, tomorrow I cannot serve your turn46 47for Rosalind?47 Orlando48I can live no longer by thinking.48 Rosalind49I will weary you then no longer with idle49 50talking. Know of me then_for now I speak to some50 51purpose_that I know you are a gentleman of good51 52conceit. I speak not this that you should bear a good52 53opinion of my knowledge, insomuch I say I know you53 54are; neither do I labour for a greater esteem than may54 55in some little measure draw a belief from you to do55 56yourself good, and not to grace me. Believe then, if you56 57please, that I can do strange things. I have since I was57 58three year old conversed with a magician, most58 59profound in his art, and yet not damnable. If you do59 60love Rosalind so near the heart as your gesture cries60 61it out, when your brother marries Aliena shall you61 62marry her. I know into what straits of fortune she is62 63driven, and it is not impossible to me, if it appear not63 64inconvenient to you, to set her before your eyes64 65tomorrow, human as she is, and without any danger.65 Orlando66Speakest thou in sober meanings?66 Rosalind67By my life, I do, which I tender dearly, though67 68I say I am a magician. Therefore put you in your best68 69array, bid your friends: for if you will be married69 70tomorrow, you shall; and to Rosalind if you will.70

Enter Silvius and Phoebe 71Look, here comes a lover of mine and a lover of hers.71 Phoebe(to Rosalind) 72Youth, you have done me much ungentleness,72 73To show the letter that I writ to you.73 Rosalind 74I care not if I have. It is my study74 75To seem despiteful and ungentle to you.75 76You are there followed by a faithful shepherd.76 77Look upon him; love him. He worships you.77 Phoebe(to Silvius) 78Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love.78 Silvius 79It is to be all made of sighs and tears,79 80And so am I for Phoebe.80 Phoebe81And I for Ganymede.81 Orlando82And I for Rosalind.82 Rosalind83And I for no woman.83 Silvius 84It is to be all made of faith and service,84 85And so am I for Phoebe.85 Phoebe86And I for Ganymede.86 Orlando87And I for Rosalind.87 Rosalind88And I for no woman.88 Silvius 89It is to be all made of fantasy,89 90All made of passion, and all made of wishes,90 91All adoration, duty, and observance,91 92All humbleness, all patience and impatience,92 93All purity, all trial, all obedience,93 94And so am I for Phoebe.94 Phoebe95And so am I for Ganymede.95 Orlando96And so am I for Rosalind.96 Rosalind97And so am I for no woman.97 Phoebe(to Rosalind) 98If this be so, why blame you me to love you?98 Silvius(to Phoebe) 99If this be so, why blame you me to love you?99 Orlando 100If this be so, why blame you me to love you?100 Rosalind101Why do you speak too, `Why blame you me to101 102love you?'102 Orlando 103To her that is not here nor doth not hear.103 Rosalind104Pray you, no more of this, 'tis like the howling104 105of Irish wolves against the moon.(To Silvius)<I will help105 106you if I can.(To Phoebe)<I would love you if I could._106 107Tomorrow meet me all together.(To Phoebe)<I will107 108marry you if ever I marry woman, and I'll be married108 109tomorrow.(To Orlando)<I will satisfy you if ever I satisfy109 110man, and you shall be married tomorrow.(To Silvius)<110 111I will content you if what pleases you contents you,111 112and you shall be married tomorrow.(To Orlando)<As112 113you love Rosalind, meet.(To Silvius)<As you love113 114Phoebe, meet. And as I love no woman, I'll meet. So114 115fare you well. I have left you commands.115 Silvius116I'll not fail, if I live.116 Phoebe117Nor I.117 Orlando118Nor I.118 Exeunt severally 5.3

Enter Touchstone the clown and Audrey Touchstone1Tomorrow is the joyful day, Audrey, to--1 2morrow will we be married.2 Audrey3I do desire it with all my heart; and I hope it is3 4no dishonest desire to desire to be a woman of the4 5world. Here come two of the banished Duke's pages.5

Enter two Pages First Page6Well met, honest gentleman.6 Touchstone7By my troth, well met. Come, sit, sit, and a7 8song.8 Second Page9We are for you. Sit i'th' middle.9 First Page10Shall we clap into't roundly, without hawking,10 11or spitting, or saying we are hoarse, which are the11 12only prologues to a bad voice?12 Second Page13I'faith, i'faith, and both in a tune, like two13 14gipsies on a horse.14 Both Pages(sing) 15It was a lover and his lass,15 16With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no,16 17That o'er the green cornfield did pass17 18In spring-time, the only pretty ring-time,18 19When birds do sing, hey ding-a-ding ding,19 20Sweet lovers love the spring.20 21Between the acres of the rye,21 22With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no,22 23These pretty country folks would lie,23 24In spring-time, the only pretty ring-time,24 25When birds do sing, hey ding-a-ding ding,25 26Sweet lovers love the spring.26 27This carol they began that hour,27 28With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no,28 29How that a life was but a flower,29 30In spring-time, the only pretty ring-time,30 31When birds do sing, hey ding-a-ding ding,31 32Sweet lovers love the spring.32 33And therefore take the present time,33 34With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no,34 35For love is crowneVd with the prime,35 36In spring time, the only pretty ring-time,36 37When birds do sing, hey ding-a-ding ding,37 38Sweet lovers love the spring.38 Touchstone39Truly, young gentlemen, though there was39 40no great matter in the ditty, yet the note was very40 41untunable.41 First Page42You are deceived, sir, we kept time, we lost42 43not our time.43 Touchstone44By my troth, yes, I count it but time lost to44 45hear such a foolish song. God b'wi'you, and God mend45 46your voices. Come, Audrey.46 Exeunt severally 5.4

Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, Jaques, Orlando, Oliver, and Celia as Aliena Duke Senior 1Dost thou believe, Orlando, that the boy1 2Can do all this that he hath promiseVd?2 Orlando 3I sometimes do believe, and sometimes do not,3 4As those that fear they hope, and know they fear.4

Enter Rosalind as Ganymede, with Silvius and Phoebe Rosalind 5Patience once more, whiles our compact is urged.5 (To the Duke)6You say if I bring in your Rosalind6 7You will bestow her on Orlando here?7 Duke Senior 8That would I, had I kingdoms to give with her.8 Rosalind(to Orlando) 9And you say you will have her when I bring her?9 Orlando 10That would I, were I of all kingdoms king.10 Rosalind(to Phoebe) 11You say you'll marry me if I be willing?11 Phoebe 12That will I, should I die the hour after.12 Rosalind 13But if you do refuse to marry me13 14You'll give yourself to this most faithful shepherd?14 Phoebe15So is the bargain.15 Rosalind(to Silvius) 16You say that you'll have Phoebe if she will.16 Silvius 17Though to have her and death were both one thing.17 Rosalind 18I have promised to make all this matter even.18 19Keep you your word, O Duke, to give your daughter.19 20You yours, Orlando, to receive his daughter.20 21Keep your word, Phoebe, that you'll marry me,21 22Or else refusing me to wed this shepherd.22 23Keep your word, Silvius, that you'll marry her23 24If she refuse me; and from hence I go24 25To make these doubts all even.25 Exeunt Rosalind and Celia Duke Senior 26I do remember in this shepherd boy26 27Some lively touches of my daughter's favour.27 Orlando 28My lord, the first time that I ever saw him,28 29Methought he was a brother to your daughter.29 30But, my good lord, this boy is forest-born,30 31And hath been tutored in the rudiments31 32Of many desperate studies by his uncle,32 33Whom he reports to be a great magician33 34ObscureVd in the circle of this forest.34

[Enter Touchstone the clown and Audrey] Jaques35There is sure another flood toward, and these35 36couples are coming to the ark. Here comes a pair of36 37very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called37 38fools.38 Touchstone39Salutation and greeting to you all.39 Jaques(to the Duke)40Good my lord, bid him welcome. This40 41is the motley-minded gentleman that I have so often41 42met in the forest. He hath been a courtier, he swears.42 Touchstone43If any man doubt that, let him put me to my43 44purgation. I have trod a measure, I have flattered a44 45lady, I have been politic with my friend, smooth with45 46mine enemy, I have undone three tailors, I have had46 47four quarrels, and like to have fought one.47 Jaques48And how was that ta'en up?48 Touchstone49Faith, we met, and found the quarrel was49 50upon the seventh cause.50 Jaques51How, seventh cause?_Good my lord, like this51 52fellow.52 Duke Senior53I like him very well.53 Touchstone54God'ield you, sir, I desire you of the like. I54 55press in here, sir, amongst the rest of the country55 56copulatives, to swear, and to forswear, according as56 57marriage binds and blood breaks. A poor virgin, sir, an57 58ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own. A poor humour58 59of mine, sir, to take that that no man else will. Rich59 60honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor house, as60 61your pearl in your foul oyster.61 Duke Senior62By my faith, he is very swift and sententious.62 Touchstone63According to the fool's bolt, sir, and such63 64dulcet diseases.64 Jaques65But for the seventh cause. How did you find the65 66quarrel on the seventh cause?66 Touchstone67Upon a lie seven times removed._Bear your67 68body more seeming, Audrey._As thus, sir: I did dislike68 69the cut of a certain courtier's beard. He sent me word69 70if I said his beard was not cut well, he was in the mind70 71it was. This is called the Retort Courteous. If I sent him71 72word again it was not well cut, he would send me72 73word he cut it to please himself. This is called the Quip73 74Modest. If again it was not well cut, he disabled my74 75judgement. This is called the Reply Churlish. If again75 76it was not well cut, he would answer I spake not true.76 77This is called the Reproof Valiant. If again it was not77 78well cut, he would say I lie. This is called the78 79Countercheck Quarrelsome. And so to the Lie Circum--79 80stantial, and the Lie Direct.80 Jaques81And how oft did you say his beard was not well81 82cut?82 Touchstone83I durst go no further than the Lie83 84Circumstantial, nor he durst not give me the Lie Direct;84 85and so we measured swords, and parted.85 Jaques86Can you nominate in order now the degrees of86 87the lie?87 Touchstone88O sir, we quarrel in print, by the book, as88 89you have books for good manners. I will name you the89 90degrees. The first, the Retort Courteous; the second,90 91the Quip Modest; the third, the Reply Churlish; the91 92fourth, the Reproof Valiant; the fifth, the Countercheck92 93Quarrelsome; the sixth, the Lie with Circumstance; the93 94seventh, the Lie Direct. All these you may avoid but94 95the Lie Direct; and you may avoid that, too, with an95 96`if'. I knew when seven justices could not take up a96 97quarrel, but when the parties were met themselves,97 98one of them thought but of an `if', as `If you said so,98 99then I said so', and they shook hands and swore99 100brothers. Your `if' is the only peacemaker; much virtue100 101in `if'.101 Jaques(to the Duke)102Is not this a rare fellow, my lord?102 103He's as good at anything, and yet a fool.103 Duke Senior104He uses his folly like a stalking-horse, and104 105under the presentation of that he shoots his wit.105

[Still music.] Enter Hymen with Rosalind and Celia as themselves Hymen 106Then is there mirth in heaven106 107When earthly things made even107 108Atone together.108 109Good Duke, receive thy daughter;109 110Hymen from heaven brought her,110 111Yea, brought her hither,111 112That thou mightst join her hand with his112 113Whose heart within his bosom is.113 Rosalind(to the Duke) 114To you I give myself, for I am yours.114 (To Orlando)115To you I give myself, for I am yours.115 Duke Senior 116If there be truth in sight, you are my daughter.116 Orlando 117If there be truth in sight, you are my Rosalind.117 Phoebe 118If sight and shape be true,118 119Why then, my love adieu!119 Rosalind(to the Duke) 120I'll have no father if you be not he.120 (To Orlando)121I'll have no husband if you be not he,121 (To Phoebe)122Nor ne'er wed woman if you be not she.122 Hymen 123Peace, ho, I bar confusion.123 124'Tis I must make conclusion124 125Of these most strange events.125 126Here's eight that must take hands126 127To join in Hymen's bands,127 128If truth holds true contents.128 (To Orlando and Rosalind) 129You and you no cross shall part.129 (To Oliver and Celia) 130You and you are heart in heart.130 (To Phoebe) 131You to his love must accord,131 132Or have a woman to your lord.132 (To Touchstone and Audrey) 133You and you are sure together133 134As the winter to foul weather._134 135Whiles a wedlock hymn we sing,135 136Feed yourselves with questioning,136 137That reason wonder may diminish137 138How thus we met, and these things finish.138 Song 139Wedding is great Juno's crown,139 140O blesseVd bond of board and bed.140 141'Tis Hymen peoples every town.141 142High wedlock then be honoureVd.142 143Honour, high honour and renown143 144To Hymen, god of every town.144 Duke Senior(to Celia) 145O my dear niece, welcome thou art to me,145 146Even daughter; welcome in no less degree.146 Phoebe(to Silvius) 147I will not eat my word. Now thou art mine,147 148Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine.148

Enter Jaques de Bois, the second brother Jaques De Bois 149Let me have audience for a word or two.149 150I am the second son of old Sir Rowland,150 151That bring these tidings to this fair assembly.151 152Duke Frederick, hearing how that every day152 153Men of great worth resorted to this forest,153 154Addressed a mighty power, which were on foot,154 155In his own conduct, purposely to take155 156His brother here, and put him to the sword.156 157And to the skirts of this wild wood he came157 158Where, meeting with an old religious man,158 159After some question with him was converted159 160Both from his enterprise and from the world,160 161His crown bequeathing to his banished brother,161 162And all their lands restored to them again162 163That were with him exiled. This to be true163 164I do engage my life. Duke Senior<Welcome, young man.164 165Thou offer'st fairly to thy brothers' wedding:165 166To one his lands withheld, and to the other166 167A land itself at large, a potent dukedom.167 168First, in this forest let us do those ends168 169That here were well begun, and well begot.169 170And after, every of this happy number170 171That have endured shrewd days and nights with us171 172Shall share the good of our returneVd fortune172 173According to the measure of their states.173 174Meantime, forget this new-fallen dignity174 175And fall into our rustic revelry.175 176Play, music, and you brides and bridegrooms all,176 177With measure heaped in joy to th' measures fall.177 Jaques 178Sir, by your patience.(To Jaques de Bois)<If I heard you rightly178 179The Duke hath put on a religious life179 180And thrown into neglect the pompous court.180 Jaques De Bois181He hath.181 Jaques 182To him will I. Out of these convertites182 183There is much matter to be heard and learned.183 (To the Duke) 184You to your former honour I bequeath;184 185Your patience and your virtue well deserves it.185 (To Orlando) 186You to a love that your true faith doth merit;186 (To Oliver) 187You to your land, and love, and great allies;187 (To Silvius) 188You to a long and well-deserveVd bed;188 (To Touchstone) 189And you to wrangling, for thy loving voyage189 190Is but for two months victualled._So, to your pleasures;190 191I am for other than for dancing measures.191 Duke Senior192Stay, Jaques, stay.192 Jaques 193To see no pastime, I. What you would have193 194I'll stay to know at your abandoned cave.194 Exit Duke Senior 195Proceed, proceed. We'll so begin these rites195 196As we do trust they'll end, in true delights.196

[They dance; then] exeunt all but Rosalind Epilogue Rosalind(to the audience)1It is not the fashion to see the1 2lady the epilogue; but it is no more unhandsome than2 3to see the lord the prologue. If it be true that good3 4wine needs no bush, 'tis true that a good play needs4 5no epilogue. Yet to good wine they do use good bushes,5 6and good plays prove the better by the help of good6 7epilogues. What a case am I in then, that am neither7 8a good epilogue nor cannot insinuate with you in the8 9behalf of a good play! I am not furnished like a beggar,9 10therefore to beg will not become me. My way is to10 11conjure you; and I'll begin with the women. I charge11 12you, O women, for the love you bear to men, to like12 13as much of this play as please you. And I charge you,13 14O men, for the love you bear to women_as I perceive14 15by your simpering none of you hates them_that15 16between you and the women the play may please. If I16 17were a woman I would kiss as many of you as had17 18beards that pleased me, complexions that liked me, and18 19breaths that I defied not. And I am sure, as many as19 20have good beards, or good faces, or sweet breaths will20 21for my kind offer, when I make curtsy, bid me farewell.21 Exit C:\> C:\>