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As you like it

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As You Like It

(Excerpt) ACT II SCENE VII. The forest. A table set out. Enter DUKE SENIOR, AMIENS, and Lords like outlaws
DUKE SENIOR

I think he be transformed into a beast; For I can nowhere find him like a man.
First Lord

My lord, he is but even now gone hence: Here was he merry, hearing of a song.
DUKE SENIOR

If he, compact of jars, grow musical, We shall have shortly discord in the spheres. Go, seek him: tell him I would speak with him. Enter JAQUES
First Lord

He saves my labour by his own approach.
DUKE SENIOR

Why, how now, monsieur! what a life is this, That your poor friends must woo your company? What, you look merrily!
JAQUES

A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool; a miserable world! As I do live by food, I met a fool Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun, And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms and yet a motley fool. 'Good morrow, fool,' quoth I. 'No, sir,' quoth he,

'Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune:' And then he drew a dial from his poke. And after one hour more 'twill be eleven. They most must laugh. O that I were a fool! I am ambitious for a motley coat. To blow on whom I please. And they that are most galled with my folly. JAQUES It is my only suit. That fools should be so deep-contemplative.' quoth he. DUKE SENIOR What fool is this? JAQUES O worthy fool! One that hath been a courtier. looking on it with lack-lustre eye. And I did laugh sans intermission An hour by his dial. I must have liberty Withal. sir. And thereby hangs a tale. And so. Says very wisely. as large a charter as the wind. And says. They have the gift to know it: and in his brain. Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit After a voyage. the which he vents In mangled forms. if ladies be but young and fair. he hath strange places cramm'd With observation. for so fools have. And. we ripe and ripe. O noble fool! A worthy fool! Motley's the only wear. Provided that you weed your better judgments Of all opinion that grows rank in them That I am wise. My lungs began to crow like chanticleer. must they so? The 'why' is plain as way to parish church: . DUKE SENIOR Thou shalt have one. And then. 'how the world wags: 'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine. from hour to hour. from hour to hour. we rot and rot. 'It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see. And why.' When I did hear The motley fool thus moral on the time.

If they will patiently receive my medicine. who cries out on pride. As sensual as the brutish sting itself. DUKE SENIOR Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst do. When such a one as she such is her neighbour? Or what is he of basest function That says his bravery is not of my cost. and I will through and through Cleanse the foul body of the infected world. The wise man's folly is anatomized Even by the squandering glances of the fool. Thinking that I mean him. That can therein tax any private party? Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea. And all the embossed sores and headed evils. Invest me in my motley. That thou with licence of free foot hast caught. would I do but good? DUKE SENIOR Most mischievous foul sin.He that a fool doth very wisely hit Doth very foolishly. how then? what then? Let me see wherein . Wouldst thou disgorge into the general world. Till that the weary very means do ebb? What woman in the city do I name. give me leave To speak my mind. Not to seem senseless of the bob: if not. although he smart. for a counter. but therein suits His folly to the mettle of my speech? There then. When that I say the city-woman bears The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders? Who can come in and say that I mean her. JAQUES Why. JAQUES What. in chiding sin: For thou thyself hast been a libertine.

ORLANDO Nor shalt not. But whate'er you are . JAQUES Of what kind should this cock come of? DUKE SENIOR Art thou thus bolden'd.My tongue hath wrong'd him: if it do him right. till necessity be served. Or else a rude despiser of good manners. DUKE SENIOR What would you have? Your gentleness shall force More than your force move us to gentleness. Unclaim'd of any man. with his sword drawn ORLANDO Forbear. I must die. and welcome to our table. Then he hath wrong'd himself. I have eat none yet. DUKE SENIOR Sit down and feed. But who comes here? Enter ORLANDO. and let me have it. ORLANDO Speak you so gently? Pardon me. if he be free. And therefore put I on the countenance Of stern commandment. Why then my taxing like a wild-goose flies. man. That in civility thou seem'st so empty? ORLANDO You touch'd my vein at first: the thorny point Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show Of smooth civility: yet am I inland bred And know some nurture. I pray you: I thought that all things had been savage here. I say: He dies that touches any of this fruit Till I and my affairs are answered. JAQUES Why. ORLANDO I almost die for food. and eat no more. by thy distress. But forbear. JAQUES An you will not be answered with reason.

If ever sat at any good man's feast. Oppress'd with two weak evils. and be blest for your good comfort! Exit DUKE SENIOR Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in. Whiles. Under the shade of melancholy boughs. I go to find my fawn And give it food. DUKE SENIOR True is it that we have seen better days. Let gentleness my strong enforcement be: In the which hope I blush. If ever from your eyelids wiped a tear And know what 'tis to pity and be pitied. ORLANDO Then but forbear your food a little while. I will not touch a bit. Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time If ever you have look'd on better days. And have with holy bell been knoll'd to church And sat at good men's feasts and wiped our eyes Of drops that sacred pity hath engender'd: And therefore sit you down in gentleness And take upon command what help we have That to your wanting may be minister'd. Who after me hath many a weary step Limp'd in pure love: till he be first sufficed.That in this desert inaccessible. and hide my sword. . There is an old poor man. DUKE SENIOR Go find him out. like a doe. ORLANDO I thank ye. And we will nothing waste till you return. If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church. age and hunger.

Is second childishness and mere oblivion. In fair round belly with good capon lined. That ends this strange eventful history. And let him feed. His acts being seven ages. Re-enter ORLANDO. Last scene of all. Full of wise saws and modern instances. And then the whining school-boy. And so he plays his part. And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances. pipes And whistles in his sound. a world too wide For his shrunk shank. At first the infant. Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the justice. with ADAM DUKE SENIOR Welcome. sudden and quick in quarrel. Turning again toward childish treble. And one man in his time plays many parts.JAQUES All the world's a stage. Then a soldier. with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. . and his big manly voice. His youthful hose. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon. sans taste. Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. sans everything. And then the lover. well saved. ORLANDO I thank you most for him. Jealous in honour. Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard. sans eyes. Sans teeth. with his satchel And shining morning face. With eyes severe and beard of formal cut. Sighing like furnace. With spectacles on nose and pouch on side. creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. Set down your venerable burthen.

Thou art right welcome as thy master is. Heigh-ho! sing. Give us some music. Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not. the holly! This life is most jolly. Give me your hand. Freeze. & c. good cousin. Although thy breath be rude. and. AMIENS Blow. Heigh-ho! sing. heigh-ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning. Go to my cave and tell me. Because thou art not seen. most loving mere folly: Then. And let me all your fortunes understand. As you have whisper'd faithfully you were. And as mine eye doth his effigies witness Most truly limn'd and living in your face. SONG. sing.ADAM So had you need: I scarce can speak to thank you for myself. to question you about your fortunes. thou winter wind. Be truly welcome hither: I am the duke That loved your father: the residue of your fortune. freeze. fall to: I will not trouble you As yet. That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp. DUKE SENIOR Welcome. DUKE SENIOR If that you were the good Sir Rowland's son. Exeunt . Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude. Thy tooth is not so keen. heigh-ho. Good old man. Support him by the arm. blow. thou bitter sky.

a discontented. youngest son Adam. an attending lord and musician The Household of the deceased Sir Roland de Boys:      Oliver. the second son briefly appearing at the end of the play Orlando. a court fool Le Beau. a faithful old servant who follows Orlando into exile Dennis. though a performance at Wilton House in 1603 has been suggested as a possibility. Characters The Court of Duke Frederick:       Duke Frederick. The play's first performance is uncertain. Duke Senior's younger brother and his usurper. a courtier Charles. Duke Senior's daughter Celia.Source The work was based upon the early prose romance Rosalynde by Thomas Lodge. the eldest son and heir Jacques. Duke Frederick's older brother and Rosalind's father Jaques. Oliver's servant . also Celia's father Rosalind. melancholy lord Amiens. a wrestler The Exiled Court of Duke Senior in the Forest of Arden:    Duke Senior. Duke Frederick's daughter and Rosalind's cousin Touchstone.

Shakespeare's mother's name was Mary Arden. The Arden edition of Shakespeare makes the suggestion that the name 'Arden' comes from a combination of the classical region ofArcadia and the biblical garden of Eden. a curate Other characters:     Lords and ladies in Duke Frederick's court Lords in Duke Senior's forest court Pages and musicians Hymen. a country girl Corin. Furthermore. God of marriage. a shepherdess Silvius. Other editions keep Shakespeare's 'Arden' spelling. an elderly shepherd William. a shepherd Audrey. a country man Sir Oliver Martext. and the name of the forest may also be a pun on that . as there is a strong interplay of classical and Christian belief systems and philosophies within the play. a character appearing in a play-within-the-play. as appearing in a masque Setting Arden is most likely a toponym for a forest close to Shakespeare's home town of Stratford-upon-Avon.Country folk in the Forest of Arden:       Phebe. since it can be argued that the pastoralmode depicts a fantastical world in which geographical details are irrelevant. The Oxford Shakespeare edition rationalises this geographical discrepancy by assuming that 'Arden' is ananglicisation of the forested Ardennes region of France (where Lodge set his tale[2]) and alters the spelling to reflect this.

. c.The wrestling scene from As You Like It. Francis Hayman. 1750.

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