As you Like it.
by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Based on the Folio Text of 1623
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As you Like it . . . . . Actus primus. Scoena Prima. Scoena Secunda. . . . Scena Tertius. . . . . Actus Secundus. Scoena Prima. Scena Secunda. . . . Scena Tertia. . . . . Scena Quarta. . . . . Scena Quinta. . . . . Scena Sexta. . . . . Scena Septima. . . . . Actus Tertius. Scena Prima. . Scena Secunda. . . . Scoena Tertia. . . . . Scoena Quarta. . . . Scena Quinta. . . . . Actus Quartus. Scena Prima. Scena Secunda. . . . Scoena Tertia. . . . . Actus Quintus. Scena Prima. . Scoena Secunda. . . . Scoena Tertia. . . . . Scena Quarta. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 1 4 11 14 16 16 18 21 22 23 27 28 37 39 40 44 48 49 53 55 57 58
Nothing: I am not taught to make any thing. they are taught their mannage. what make you heere? Orl.
. Adam. it was vpon this fashion bequeathed me by will. for besides that they are faire with their feeding. Marry sir. I will no longer endure it. Oli. that dif-fers not from the stalling of an Oxe? his horses are bred better. and to that end Riders deerely hir’d: but I (his brother) gaine nothing vnder him but growth. Oli. but poore a thousand Crownes. Orlan. Yonder comes my Master. barres mee the place of a brother. This is it Adam that grieues me. his countenance seemes to take from me: hee lets mee feede with his Hindes. and report speakes goldenly of his profit: for my part. and be naught a while. Enter Oliuer. begins to mutinie against this seruitude. though yet I know no wise remedy how to auoid it. Scoena Prima. Now Sir. Orlando. or (to speak more properly) staies me heere at home vnkept: for call you that keeping for a gentleman of my birth. and the spirit of my Father. your brother. Marry sir be better employed. a poore vnworthy brother of yours with idlenesse.
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Enter Orlando and Adam. he keepes me rustically at home.Shakespeare: First Folio
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Actus primus. which I thinke is within mee. for the which his Animals on his dunghils are as much bound to him as I: besides this no-thing that he so plentifully giues me. and thou shalt heare how he will shake me vp. What mar you then sir? Orl.part Adam. the something that nature gaue mee. and as much as in him lies. Goe a. As I remember Adam. and as thou saist. I am helping you to mar that which God made. mines my gentility with my education. charged my bro-ther on his blessing to breed mee well: and there begins my sadnesse: My brother Iaques he keepes at schoole. Oliuer.
I will not till I please: you shall heare mee: my father charg’d you in his will to giue me good educati-on: you haue train’d me like a pezant. Adam. Get you with him. I pray you leaue me. better then him I am before knowes mee: I know you are my eldest brother. in that you are the first borne. come elder brother.like qualities: the spirit of my father growes strong in mee. for your Fathers remembrance. with that I will goe buy my fortunes. he would not haue spoke such a word. Oli. obscuring and hiding from me all gentleman. were there twenty brothers betwixt vs: I haue as much of my father in mee. I. Oli. Is it euen so. albeit I confesse your com-ming before me is neerer to his reuerence. that I should come to such penury? Oli. you olde dogge. Oli. I would not take this hand from thy throat. or giue mee the poore allottery my father left me by testament. till this other had puld out thy tongue for saying so. I will no further offend you. Oli. but the same tradition takes not away my bloud. Shall I keepe your hogs. Orl. Ad. Orl. Is old dogge my reward: most true. be at accord. Let me goe I say. Sweet Masters bee patient. Oli. and in the gentle con-dition of bloud you should so know me: the courtesie of nations allowes you my better. Know you before whom sir? Orl. Adam. Oli. Ex. very well: heere in your Orchard. Oli. And what wilt thou do? beg when that is spent? Well sir. as you. you are too yong in |(this. Orl. thou hast raild on thy selfe.Shakespeare: First Folio
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Orlan. get you in. he was my father. Come. Wilt thou lay hands on me villaine? Orl. I am no villaine: I am the yongest sonne of Sir Rowland de Boys. and eat huskes with them? what prodigall portion haue I spent. and he is thrice a vil-laine that saies such a father begot villaines: wert thou not my brother. O sir. I haue lost my teeth in your seruice: God be with my olde ma-ster. What Boy. I will not long be troubled with you: you shall haue some part of your will. and I will no longer endure it: therefore allow me such exercises as may be-come a gentleman. Orl. begin you to grow vpon me? I will
. then becomes mee for my good. Know you where you are sir? Orl.
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physicke your ranckenesse, and yet giue no thousand crownes neyther: holla Dennis. Enter Dennis. Den. Calls your worship? Oli. Was not Charles the Dukes Wrastler heere to speake with me? Den. So please you, he is heere at the doore, and im-portunes accesse to you. Oli. Call him in: ’twill be a good way: and to mor-row the wrastling is. Enter Charles. Cha. Good morrow to your worship. Oli. Good Mounsier Charles: what’s the new newes at the new Court? Charles. There’s no newes at the Court Sir, but the olde newes: that is, the old Duke is banished by his yon-ger brother the new Duke, and three or foure louing [Q3v Lords haue put themselues into voluntary exile with him, whose lands and reuenues enrich the new Duke, therefore he giues them good leaue to wander. Oli. Can you tell if Rosalind the Dukes daughter bee banished with her Father? Cha. O no; for the Dukes daughter her Cosen so loues her, being euer from their Cradles bred together, that hee would haue followed her exile, or haue died to stay behind her; she is at the Court, and no lesse beloued of her Vncle, then his owne daughter, and neuer two La-dies loued as they doe. Oli. Where will the old Duke liue? Cha. They say hee is already in the Forrest of Arden, and a many merry men with him; and there they liue like the old Robin Hood of England: they say many yong Gentlemen flocke to him euery day, and fleet the time carelesly as they did in the golden world. Oli. What, you wrastle to morrow before the new Duke. Cha. Marry doe I sir: and I came to acquaint you with a matter: I am giuen sir secretly to vnderstand, that your yonger brother Orlando hath a disposition to come in disguis’d against mee to try a fall: to morrow sir I wrastle for my credit, and hee that escapes me without some broken limbe, shall acquit him well: your brother is but young and tender, and for your loue I would bee loth to foyle him, as I must for my owne honour if hee come in: therefore out of my loue to you, I came hither to acquaint you withall, that either you might stay him
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from his intendment, or brooke such disgrace well as he shall runne into, in that it is a thing of his owne search, and altogether against my will. Oli. Charles, I thanke thee for thy loue to me, which thou shalt finde I will most kindly requite: I had my selfe notice of my Brothers purpose heerein, and haue by vnder- hand meanes laboured to disswade him from it; but he is resolute. Ile tell thee Charles, it is the stubbor-nest yong fellow of France, full of ambition, an enuious emulator of euery mans good parts, a secret & villanous contriuer against mee his naturall brother: therefore vse thy discretion, I had as liefe thou didst breake his necke as his finger. And thou wert best looke to’t; for if thou dost him any slight disgrace, or if hee doe not mightilie grace himselfe on thee, hee will practise against thee by poyson, entrap thee by some treacherous deuise, and ne-uer leaue thee till he hath tane thy life by some indirect meanes or other: for I assure thee, (and almost with teares I speake it) there is not one so young, and so vil-lanous this day liuing. I speake but brotherly of him, but should I anathomize him to thee, as hee is, I must blush, and weepe, and thou must looke pale and wonder. Cha. I am heartily glad I came hither to you: if hee come to morrow, Ile giue him his payment: if euer hee goe alone againe, Ile neuer wrastle for prize more: and so God keepe your worship. Exit. Farewell good Charles. Now will I stirre this Game-ster: I hope I shall see an end of him; for my soule (yet I know not why) hates nothing more then he: yet hee’s gentle, neuer school’d, and yet learned, full of noble deuise, of all sorts enchantingly beloued, and indeed so much in the heart of the world, and especially of my owne people, who best know him, that I am altogether misprised: but it shall not be so long, this wrastler shall cleare all: nothing remaines, but that I kindle the boy thither, which now Ile goe about. Exit.
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Enter Rosalind, and Cellia. Cel. I pray thee Rosalind, sweet my Coz, be merry. Ros. Deere Cellia; I show more mirth then I am mi-stresse of, and would you yet were merrier: vnlesse you
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could teach me to forget a banished father, you must not learne mee how to remember any extraordinary plea-sure. Cel. Heerein I see thou lou’st mee not with the full waight that I loue thee; if my Vncle thy banished father had banished thy Vncle the Duke my Father, so thou hadst beene still with mee, I could haue taught my loue to take thy father for mine; so wouldst thou, if the truth of thy loue to me were so righteously temper’d, as mine is to thee. Ros. Well, I will forget the condition of my estate, to reioyce in yours. Cel. You know my Father hath no childe, but I, nor none is like to haue; and truely when he dies, thou shalt be his heire; for what hee hath taken away from thy fa-ther perforce, I will render thee againe in affection: by mine honor I will, and when I breake that oath, let mee turne monster: therefore my sweet Rose, my deare Rose, be merry. Ros. From henceforth I will Coz, and deuise sports: let me see, what thinke you of falling in Loue? Cel. Marry I prethee doe, to make sport withall: but loue no man in good earnest, nor no further in sport ney-ther, then with safety of a pure blush, thou maist in ho-nor come off againe. Ros. What shall be our sport then? Cel. Let vs sit and mocke the good houswife For-tune from her wheele, that her gifts may henceforth bee bestowed equally. Ros. I would wee could doe so: for her benefits are mightily misplaced, and the bountifull blinde woman doth most mistake in her gifts to women. Cel. ’Tis true, for those that she makes faire, she scarce makes honest, & those that she makes honest, she makes very illfauouredly. Ros. Nay now thou goest from Fortunes office to Na-tures: Fortune reignes in gifts of the world, not in the lineaments of Nature. Enter Clowne. Cel. No; when Nature hath made a faire creature, may she not by Fortune fall into the fire? though nature hath giuen vs wit to flout at Fortune, hath not Fortune sent in this foole to cut off the argument? Ros. Indeed there is fortune too hard for nature, when fortune makes natures naturall, the cutter off of natures witte. Cel. Peraduenture this is not Fortunes work neither,
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but Natures. By our beards (if we had them) thou art. Boon. who perceiueth our naturall wits too dull to reason of such goddesses. Clo. Of a certaine Knight. How proue you that in the great heape of your knowledge? Ros. With his mouth full of newes. since the little wit that fooles haue was silenced. and swore by his Honor the Mustard was naught: Now Ile stand to it. Clo. is the whetstone of the wits. Enter le Beau. Were you made the messenger? Clo. and yet was not the Knight forsworne. before euer he saw those Pancakes. or if he had. Ros. Cel. as Pigeons feed their young. Sport: of what colour?
. or that Mustard. hath sent this Naturall for our whetstone: for alwaies the dulnesse of the foole. speake no more of him. what’s the newes? Le Beu. that swore by his Honour they were good Pan. Cel. No by mine honor. you must come away to your father. you are not forsworn: no more was this knight swearing by his Honor. you haue lost much good sport. Which he will put on vs. Ros. Cel. By my knauerie (if I had it) then I were: but if you sweare by that that is not. My Fathers loue is enough to honor him enough. who is’t that thou means’t? Clo. Cel. and sweare by your beards that I am a knaue. but I was bid to come for you [Q4 Ros. and the Mustard was good. now vnmuzzle your wisedome. One that old Fredericke your Father loues.cram’d.cakes. Ros. whether wander you? Clow. the Pancakes were naught. All the better: we shalbe the more Marketable. The more pittie that fooles may not speak wise-ly. Cel. By my troth thou saiest true: For. Cel. Stand you both forth now: stroke your chinnes. for he ne-uer had anie. How now Witte. Faire Princesse. Prethee. I marry. you’l be whipt for taxation one of these daies. what Wisemen do foolishly. Cel. he had sworne it away. Clo. Then shal we be newes.iour Monsieur le Beu. Where learned you that oath foole? Clo. Cel. the little foolerie that wise men haue makes a great shew. Mistresse.
Le Beu. Thou loosest thy old smell. You amaze me Ladies: I would haue told you of good wrastling. Cel. Cel. wrastled with Charles the Dukes Wrastler. they are comming to performe it. Yet tell vs the manner of the Wrastling. which you haue lost the sight of.breaking? Shall we see this wrastling Cosin? Le Beu. As wit and fortune will. Enter Duke. Clo. Cel. Or I. Cel. But is there any else longs to see this broken Musicke in his sides? Is there yet another doates vpon rib. that there is little hope of life in him: So he seru’d the second. Cel. Le Beu. Nay. Le Beu. Well. The eldest of the three. There comes an old man. that was laid on with a trowell. of excellent growth and presence. making such pittiful dole ouer them. Alas. Le Beu. the poore old man their Father. you may see the end. I promise thee. Yonder sure they are comming. What colour Madame? How shall I aun-swer you? Ros. Thus men may grow wiser euery day. Flourish. which Charles in a moment threw him.
. Ros. Clo. and his three sons. You must if you stay heere. Three proper yong men. Well said. Or as the destinies decrees. for the best is yet to doe. that the Ladies haue lost? Le Beu. But what is the sport Monsieur. Clo. Lords. and they are ready to performe it. and Attendants. if I keepe not my ranke. Ros. and so the third: yonder they lie. Why this that I speake of. It is the first time that euer I heard breaking of ribbes was sport for Ladies. With bils on their neckes: Be it knowne vnto all men by these presents.Shakespeare: First Folio
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Le Beu. and heere where you are. for heere is the place appointed for the wrastling. Clo. Ros. Le Beu. I wil tell you the beginning: and if it please your Ladiships. I could match this beginning with an old tale. and broke three of his ribbes. Let vs now stay and see it. Orlando. Charles. that all the behol-ders take his part with weeping. Ros. the beginning that is dead and buried. Ros.
I would it were with you. But let your faire eies. for in it I haue nothing: onely in the world I fil vp a place. and giue ouer this attempt. Cel. Ros. there is but one sham’d that was neuer gracious: if kil’d. for I haue none to lament me: the world no iniurie. I beseech you. see if you can mooue him. Duke. I would faine disswade him. Come on. Speake to him Ladies. I can tell you there is such oddes in the man: In pitie of the challen-gers youth. No faire Princesse: he is the generall challenger. Orl. Is yonder the man? Le Beu. which may bee better supplied. and Cousin: Are you crept hither to see the wrastling? Ros. Alas. wherein I confesse me much guiltie to denie so faire and excellent Ladies anie thing. And mine to eeke out hers. your reputation shall not therefore be misprised: we wil make it our suite to the Duke. since the youth will not be intreated His owne perill on his forwardnesse. Euen he. You wil take little delight in it. punish mee not with your harde thoughts. the feare of your aduen-ture would counsel you to a more equall enterprise. The little strength that I haue. Cel. Madam. I my Liege. wherein if I bee foil’d. Ros. Orl. so please you giue vs leaue. Do so: Ile not be by. Cel. Do yong Sir. Ros. [Q4v Cel. that the wrastling might not go forward. but one dead that is willing to be so: I shall do my friends no wrong. I attend them with all respect and dutie. the Princesse cals for you. if you saw your selfe with your eies. your spirits are too bold for your yeares: you haue seene cruell proofe of this mans strength. and gentle wishes go with mee to my triall. he is too yong: yet he looks successefully Du. Monsieur the Challenger. We pray you for your owne sake to embrace your own safe-tie. I come but in as others do. Le Beu. to try with him the strength of my youth. when I haue made it emptie. but he will not bee entreated. or knew your selfe with your iudgment.Shakespeare: First Folio
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Duke. How now daughter. Ros. Du. Young man. Yong Gentleman. Call him hether good Monsieuer Le Beu.
. haue you challeng’d Charles the Wrastler? Orl.
Come. no more. His yongest sonne. My Father lou’d Sir Roland as his soule. Orl. Cel. Orlando my Liege. He cannot speake my Lord. that haue so mightilie perswaded him from a first. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eie. Had I before knowne this yong man his sonne. You meane to mocke me after: you should not haue mockt me before: but come your waies. Char. Cha. Ros. Gentle Cosen. How do’st thou Charles? Le Beu. Cel. Exit Duke. Cel. Wrastle. Readie Sir. Duk. Let vs goe thanke him. Duk. thou art a gallant youth. Cel. Ros. I can tell who should downe. Now Hercules. to catch the strong fel-low by the legge. Duk. that is so desirous to lie with his mother earth? Orl. the yongest sonne of Sir Ro-land de Boys. Duk. And all the world was of my Fathers minde. Cel. where is this yong gallant. I should haue giuen him teares vnto entreaties. I am not yet well breath’d. and encourage him:
. I would thou had’st told me of another Father. Shout. No. be thy speede yong man. I would thou hadst beene son to some man else. but his will hath in it a more modest working. You shall trie but one fall. But I did finde him still mine enemie: Thou should’st haue better pleas’d me with this deede. Were I my Father (Coze) would I do this? Orl. I would I were inuisible. Hadst thou descended from another house: But fare thee well. and would not change that calling To be adopted heire to Fredricke. I warrant your Grace you shall not entreat him to a second. Oh excellent yong man. Your hearts desires be with you.Shakespeare: First Folio
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Ros. Ros. Beare him awaie: What is thy name yong man? Orl. Yes I beseech your Grace. Fare you well: praie heauen I be deceiu’d in you. Duk. The world esteem’d thy father honourable. Orl. I am more proud to be Sir Rolands sonne. Ere he should thus haue ventur’d. No more.
Will you goe Coze? Ros. Le Beu. if we iudge by manners. If you doe keepe your promises in loue. that of late this Duke Hath tane displeasure ’gainst his gentle Neece. Weare this for me: one out of suites with fortune That could giue more. Grounded vpon no other argument.Shakespeare: First Folio
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My Fathers rough and enuious disposition Sticks me at heart: Sir. That he misconsters all that you haue done: The Duke is humorous. a meere liuelesse blocke.10 -
. you haue well deseru’d. And pittie her. And here detain’d by her vsurping Vncle To keepe his daughter companie. Orl. Enter Le Beu. Your Mistris shall be happie. Gentleman. I do in friendship counsaile you To leaue this place. then I to speake of. Exit. Can I not say. Ile aske him what he would: Did you call Sir? Sir. Cel. That here was at the Wrastling? Le Beu. and loue. and pray you tell me this. The other is daughter to the banish’d Duke. He cals vs back: my pride fell with my fortunes. whose loues Are deerer then the naturall bond of Sisters: But I can tell you. But that the people praise her for her vertues. And on my life his malice ’gainst the Lady
. Yet such is now the Dukes condition. for her good Fathers sake. But iustly as you haue exceeded all promise. and ouerthrowne More then your enemies. you haue wrastled well. what he is indeede More suites you to conceiue. Shall we goe Coze? Cel. Orl. What passion hangs these waights vpo[n] my toong? I cannot speake to her. or something weaker masters thee. I thanke you? My better parts Are all throwne downe. but that her hand lacks meanes. But yet indeede the taller is his daughter. I thanke you Sir. Haue with you: fare you well. Albeit you haue deseru’d High commendation. Ros. and that which here stands vp Is but a quintine. true applause. Orl. O poore Orlando! thou art ouerthrowne Or Charles. yet she vrg’d conference. Neither his daughter. Ros. I: fare you well faire Gentleman. Which of the two was daughter of the Duke. Good Sir.
O they take the part of a better wrastler then my selfe. I should hate him. these burs are in my heart. I could shake them off my coate. when the one should be lam’d with reasons. No. let vs talke in good earnest: Is it possible on such a so-daine. Cel. The Duke my Father lou’d his Father deerelie. They are but burs.coates will catch them. Cel. some of it is for my childes Father: Oh how full of briers is this working day world. Ros. Not a word? Ros. Not one to throw at a dog. O. hate him not for my sake. I would try if I could cry hem. a good wish vpon you: you will trie in time [Q5 in dispight of a fall: but turning these iests out of seruice. Cel. you should fall into so strong a liking with old Sir Roulands yongest sonne? Ros.11 -
. yet I hate not Orlando. thy words are too precious to be cast away vpon curs. throw some of them at me. Cel. come. and haue him. fare you well. throwne vpon thee in holiday foolerie. vnto a tyrant Brother. Cosen. But heauenly Rosaline.
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Enter Celia and Rosaline. I rest much bounden to you: fare you well. Orl. Cel. Then there were two Cosens laid vp. Thus must I from the smoake into the smother. if we walke not in the trodden paths our very petty. wrastle with thy affections. No faith. Come. Ros. Why Cosen. Doth it therefore ensue that you should loue his Sonne deerelie? By this kinde of chase. Cel. Hem them away. I shall desire more loue and knowledge of you. come lame mee with reasons. Ros. Exit
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Will sodainly breake forth: Sir. and the other mad without any. why Rosaline: Cupid haue mercie. Cel. Ros. Cel. From tyrant Duke.
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Cel. Let me loue him for that. Then good my Leige. Duk. With his eies full of anger. Ros. Ros. Deere Soueraigne heare me speake. or be not franticke. Thou art thy Fathers daughter. And get you from our Court. If their purgation did consist in words. eate together. Neuer so much as in a thought vnborne. here comes the Duke. learn’d. But now I know her: if she be a Traitor. If that I doe not dreame. What’s that to me. I did not then intreat to haue her stay. mistake me not so much. Ros. Mistris. Duk. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a Traitor. Did I offend your highnesse. Duk. dispatch you with your safest haste. like Iunos Swans. Treason is not inherited my Lord. we staid her for your sake. Let is suffice thee that I trust thee not.
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. And wheresoere we went. To thinke my pouertie is treacherous. my Father was no Traitor. Thou diest for it. Or if we did deriue it from our friends. Ros. Rose at an instant. Looke. I was too yong that time to value her. there’s enough. Me Vncle. (As I doe trust I am not) then deere Vncle. I Celia. and your owne remorse. and do you loue him Because I doe. and her smoothnes. Thus doe all Traitors. Cel. Cel. I doe beseech your Grace Let me the knowledge of my fault beare with me: If with my selfe I hold intelligence. So was I when your highnesse banisht him. Duk. You Cosen. They are as innocent as grace it selfe. Else had she with her Father rang’d along. Why so am I: we still haue slept together. Within these ten daies if that thou beest found So neere our publike Court as twentie miles. Why should I not? doth he not deserue well? Enter Duke with Lords. Or haue acquaintance with mine owne desires. Ros. It was your pleasure. Still we went coupled and inseperable. She is too subtile for thee. Duk. Cel. So was I when your highnes took his Dukdome.
The like doe you. Which I haue past vpon her. Pronounce that sentence then on me my Leige. Exit Duke. Ros. and leaue me out: For by this heauen. Were it not better.stay the time. If you out. so shall we passe along. & seem more vertuous When she is gone: then open not thy lips Firme. and her patience. Speake to the people.13 -
. A bore. Cel. I haue more cause. Ile put my selfe in poore and meane attire. And in the greatnesse of my word you die. whether wilt thou goe? Wilt thou change Fathers? I will giue thee mine: I charge thee be not thou more grieu’d then I am. And doe not seeke to take your change vpon you. Ile goe along with thee. Cel. No. You are a foole: you Neice prouide your selfe. what danger will it be to vs. Prethee be cheerefull. O my poore Rosaline. Thou hast not Cosen. That he hath not. And thou wilt show more bright. Say what thou canst. and what to beare with vs.speare in my hand. and they pittie her: Thou art a foole. Duk. Ros. she is banish’d. A gallant curtelax vpon my thigh. &c. let my Father seeke another heire: Therefore deuise with me how we may flie Whether to goe. and in my heart Lye there what hidden womans feare there will. And with a kinde of vmber smirch my face. Shall we be sundred? shall we part sweete girle? No. Alas. Ros. and irreuocable is my doombe. Why.
. Ros. To beare your griefes your selfe. she robs thee of thy name. now at our sorrowes pale. hath not? Rosaline lacks then the loue Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one. whether shall we goe? Cel. know’st thou not the Duke Hath banish’d me his daughter? Ros. Because that I am more then common tall. To seeke my Vncle in the Forrest of Arden. Cel. vpon mine honor. (Maides as we are) to trauell forth so farre? Beautie prouoketh theeues sooner then gold. Cel. Cel. And neuer stir assailants.Shakespeare: First Folio
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Her verie silence. I cannot liue out of her companie. That I did suite me all points like a man.
Sermons in stones. and brothers in exile: Hath not old custome made this life more sweete [Q5v Then that of painted pompe? Are not these woods More free from perill then the enuious Court? Heere feele we not the penaltie of Adam. Ros. Deuise the fittest time. Heele goe along ore the wide world with me. and safest way To hide vs from pursuite that will be made After my flight: now goe in we content To libertie.14 -
.mates. ougly and venemous. Leaue me alone to woe him. happy is your Grace That can translate the stubbornnesse of fortune Into so quiet and so sweet a stile. Findes tongues in trees. Ile haue no worse a name then Ioues owne Page. and say This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly perswade me what I am: Sweet are the vses of aduersitie Which like the toad. bookes in the running brookes.
Actus Secundus. Amien. and not to banishment. But Cosen. I smile. Scoena Prima. as the Icie phange And churlish chiding of the winters winde. Exeunt. but Aliena. What shall I call thee when thou art a man? Ros. Now my Coe. Something that hath a reference to my state: No longer Celia.Sen. Duk. Weares yet a precious Iewell in his head: And this our life exempt from publike haunt. But what will you be call’d? Cel. and good in euery thing. As manie other mannish cowards haue. That doe outface it with their semblances.
. and two or three Lords like Forresters.
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Enter Duke Senior: Amyens. Cel. I would not change it. The seasons difference.Shakespeare: First Folio
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Weele haue a swashing and a marshall outside. And therefore looke you call me Ganimed. Which when it bites and blowes vpon my body Euen till I shrinke with cold. what if we assaid to steale The clownish Foole out of your Fathers Court: Would he not be a comfort to our trauaile? Cel. Let’s away And get our Iewels and our wealth together.
1. for his weeping into the needlesse streame. Did come to languish. And in that kinde sweares you doe more vsurpe Then doth your brother that hath banish’d you: To day my Lord of Amiens. Did steale behinde him as he lay along Vnder an oake. and indeed my Lord The wretched annimall heau’d forth such groanes That their discharge did stretch his leatherne coat Almost to bursting. Indeed my Lord The melancholy Iaques grieues at that. And did you leaue him in this contemplation?
. and my selfe. thus miserie doth part The Fluxe of companie: anon a carelesse Heard Full of the pasture.Lord. Come. and whats worse To fright the Annimals. Much marked of the melancholie Iaques. Citie. giuing thy sum of more To that which had too much: then being there alone. and of this our life. and the big round teares Cours’d one another downe his innocent nose In pitteous chase: and thus the hairie foole. Should in their owne confines with forked heads Haue their round hanches goard.15 -
. whose anticke roote peepes out Vpon the brooke that brawles along this wood. tyrants. and to kill them vp In their assign’d and natiue dwelling place. iumps along by him And neuer staies to greet him: I quoth Iaques. Sweepe on you fat and greazie Citizens.Lord. Left and abandoned of his veluet friend. ’Tis right quoth he. D. shall we goe and kill vs venison? And yet it irkes me the poore dapled fooles Being natiue Burgers of this desert City. wherefore doe you looke Vpon that poore and broken bankrupt there? Thus most inuectiuely he pierceth through The body of Countrie. swearing that we Are meere vsurpers. First. Poore Deere quoth he. But what said Iaques? Did he not moralize this spectacle? 1. O yes. To the which place a poore sequestred Stag That from the Hunters aime had tane a hurt. Court.Sen. into a thousand similies. Du. Augmenting it with teares.Sen.Sen. ’Tis iust the fashion.Shakespeare: First Folio
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Du. Stood on th’ extremest verge of the swift brooke. thou mak’st a testament As worldlings doe. Yea.
Scena Tertia. weeping and commenting Vpon the sobbing Deere. Oh my sweet master. the roynish Clown. I cannot heare of any that did see her.
Scena Secunda. 1. strong. [ Du. O you memorie Of old Sir Rowland. some villaines of my Court Are of consent and sufferance in this. and in the morning early. What my yong Master. at whom so oft.
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Enter Orlando and Adam. Exeunt. Who’s there? Ad. Send to his brother. I loue to cope him in these sullen fits.Sen. Orl. Duk. If he be absent. We did my Lord. bring his Brother to me. They found the bed vntreasur’d of their Mistris. And let not search and inquisition quaile. The Ladies her attendants of her chamber Saw her a bed.Lor. fetch that gallant hither. Ile make him finde him: do this sodainly. Show me the place. Ile bring you to him strait.
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Enter Duke.heard Your daughter and her Cosen much commend The parts and graces of the Wrastler That did but lately foile the synowie Charles. with Lords.Lor. And she beleeues where euer they are gone That youth is surely in their companie.Shakespeare: First Folio
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2.Lord. Your Grace was wont to laugh is also missing. My Lord. For then he’s full of matter. and valiant? Why would you be so fond to ouercome
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. what make you here? Why are you vertuous? Why do people loue you? And wherefore are you gentle. 2.
Orl. O vnhappie youth. this house is but a butcherie. yet the sonne (Yet not the son. When seruice should in my old limbs lie lame. Yea prouidently caters for the Sparrow. Why whether Adam would’st thou haue me go? Ad. Which I did store to be my foster Nurse. To burne the lodging where you vse to lye. What. Therefore my age is as a lustie winter. when what is comely Enuenoms him that beares it? Why. no brother. I ouerheard him: and his practises: This is no place. All this I giue you. Ad. so you come not here. For in my youth I neuer did apply Hot. Though I looke old. Abhorre it. yet I am strong and lustie. and he that doth the Rauens feede. let me be your seruant. Know you not Master. The meanes of weaknesse and debilitie. No matter whether. Take that.
. But do not so: I haue fiue hundred Crownes. to seeme kinde of men. Or with a base and boistrous Sword enforce A theeuish liuing on the common rode? This I must do. Ad. would’st thou haue me go & beg my food. and rebellious liquors in my bloud. and bloudie brother. No more doe yours: your vertues gentle Master Are sanctified and holy traitors to you: Oh what a world is this. what’s the matter? Ad.Shakespeare: First Folio
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The bonnie priser of the humorous Duke? Your praise is come too swiftly home before you. I rather will subiect me to the malice Of a diuerted blood. And you within it: if he faile of that [Q6 He will haue other meanes to cut you off. no. and this night he meanes. Their graces serue them but as enemies. or know not what to do: Yet this I will not do. Come not within these doores: within this roofe The enemie of all your graces liues Your brother. Nor did not with vnbashfull forehead woe. doe not enter it. I will not call him son) Of him I was about to call his Father. Hath heard your praises.17 -
. do how I can. feare it. And vnregarded age in corners throwne. The thriftie hire I saued vnder your Father. Be comfort to my age: here is the gold.
it is too late a weeke. but kindely. how well in thee appeares The constant seruice of the antique world. and to cry like a woman: but I must comfort the weaker vessell. this is the Forrest of Arden.
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Enter Rosaline for Ganimed. And ere we haue thy youthfull wages spent. Where none will sweate. it is not so with thee: But poore old man. and I will follow thee To the last gaspe with truth and loyaltie. let me goe with you. In lieu of all thy paines and husbandrie. many their fortunes seeke But at fourescore. Ros. if my legges were not wearie. Ad. Euen with the hauing. as doublet and hose ought to show it selfe coragious to petty. now am I in Arden. and not my Masters debter. for I thinke you haue no money in your purse. That cannot so much as a blossome yeelde. When seruice sweate for dutie. when I was at home I was in a better place.coate. I cannot goe no fur-ther. Master goe on. Weele light vpon some setled low content. For my part. but Trauellers must
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. I had rather beare with you. Ros. Orl. thou prun’st a rotten tree.
Scena Quarta. Cel. I care not for my spirits. but now liue here no more At seauenteene yeeres. alias Touchstone. Well. O Iupiter.Shakespeare: First Folio
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Frostie. Oh good old man. I could finde in my heart to disgrace my mans apparell. Clo. the more foole I. From seauentie yeeres. Exeunt. therefore courage. good Aliena. I. then beare you: yet I should beare no crosse if I did beare you. But come thy waies. Celia for Aliena. and Clowne. Yet fortune cannot recompence me better Then to die well. how merry are my spirits? Clo. but for promotion. Ros. I pray you beare with me. weele goe along together. Ile doe the seruice of a yonger man In all your businesse and necessities. And hauing that do choake their seruice vp.
Ros. being old. Or if thou hast not sat as I doe now. Or if thou hast not broke from companie. Cor. Cel. I haue by hard aduenture found mine owne. I broke my sword vpon a stone. As sure I thinke did neuer man loue so: How many actions most ridiculous. Clo. who comes here. That is the way to make her scorne you still. Nay. Alas poore Shepheard searching of they would. so is all nature in loue. and the Cowes dugs that her prettie chopt hands had milk’d. Clo.
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. that thou knew’st how I do loue her. And mine. Ros. and I remember the wooing of a peascod instead of her. Is much vpon my fashion. I. Thou hast not lou’d. Wearing thy hearer in thy Mistris praise. Thou hast not lou’d. mortall in folly. Exit. Oh Corin. Ioue. Ros. a yong man and an old in solemne talke. No Corin. Enter Corin and Siluius. I shall nere be ware of mine owne wit. said with weeping teares. Hast thou beene drawne to by thy fantasie? Cor. I pray you. one of you question yon’d man. Phebe. this Shepherds passion. Sil. I partly guesse: for I haue lou’d ere now. from whom I tooke two cods. be so good Touchstone: Look you. but as all is mortall in nature. Into a thousand that I haue forgotten. and bid him take that for comming a night to Iane Smile. Cor. And I mine: I remember when I was in loue. Oh thou didst then neuer loue so hartily. Ioue. thou canst not guesse. and I remember the kis-sing of her batler. till I breake my shins against it. Thou hast not lou’d. Thou speak’st wiser then thou art ware of. weare these for my sake: wee that are true Lo-uers.Shakespeare: First Folio
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be content. Ros. Abruptly as my passion now makes me. Though in thy youth thou wast as true a louer As euer sigh’d vpon a midnight pillow: But if thy loue were euer like to mine. and giuing her them againe.
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. if that loue or gold Can in this desert place buy entertainment. Bring vs where we may rest our selues. I faint almost to death. the profit. and the flocke. I pray thee. Else are they very wretched. Besides his Coate. [Q6v Ros. Assuredly the thing is to be sold: Go with me. Faire Sir. And buy it with your Gold right sodainly. And wish for her sake more then for mine owne. That little cares for buying any thing. Cor.
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If he for gold will giue vs any foode. Your betters Sir. And thou shalt haue to pay for it of vs. And to you gentle Sir. Cor. Ros. and bounds of feede Are now on sale. And little wreakes to finde the way to heauen By doing deeds of hospitalitie. and willingly could Waste my time in it. Peace foole. And do not sheere the Fleeces that I graze: My master is of churlish disposition. and this kinde of life. Ros. And in my voice most welcome shall you be. good euen to your friend. Buy thou the Cottage. Cor. I will your very faithfull Feeder be. and to you all. and at our sheep. if it stand with honestie. Ros. Exeunt. you Clowne. come see. Peace I say.coat now By reason of his absence there is nothing That you will feed on: but what is. his Flockes. I prethee Shepheard. and feed: Here’s a yong maid with trauaile much oppressed. What is he that shall buy his flocke and pasture? Cor. My fortunes were more able to releeue her: But I am shepheard to another man. Who cals? Clo. That yong Swaine that you saw heere but ere-while. he’s not thy kinsman. And faints for succour. Cor. And we will mend thy wages: I like this place. Clo.
Altogether heere. More. Iaq. Come sing. come hither. And I haue bin all this day to auoid him: He is too disputeable for my companie: I thinke of as many matters as he. Ile end the song. My voice is ragged. Ile thanke you: but that they cal complement is like th’ encounter of two dog. It will make you melancholly Monsieur Iaques Iaq. I care not for their names. Who doth ambition shunne. he hath bin all this day to looke you. Sirs. come hither. And when a man thankes me hartily. warble.
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. Amy. And turne his merrie Note. and loues to liue i’th Sunne: Seeking the food he eates. come. Song. Amy. if euer I thanke any man. Iaq. but I giue Heauen thankes. they owe mee nothing. couer the while. I know I cannot please you. Well then. I pre’thee more. I pre’thee more. another stanzo: Cal you ’em stanzo’s? Amy. Nay. Wil you sing? Amy. Vnder the greene wood tree.Apes.Shakespeare: First Folio
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Scena Quinta. Iaq. Heere shall he see. Iaq. I do not desire you to please me. What you wil Monsieur Iaques. and you that wil not hold your tongues. more. Iaq. Song. Amy. I prethee more. I do desire you to sing: Come. Come. and he renders me the beggerly thankes. and make no boast of them. the Duke wil drinke vnder this tree. As a Weazel suckes egges: More. vnto the sweet Birds throte: Come hither. come hither. I thanke it: More. who loues to lye with mee. I can sucke melancholly out of a song. and pleas’d with what he gets: Come hither. me thinkes I haue giuen him a penie. But Winter and rough Weather. Amyens. Wel. More at your request. come hither: Heere shall he see no enemie. &c. more. Iaques. then to please my selfe. & others.21 -
hold death a while At the armes end: I wil heere be with thee presently. Orl. Why how now Adam? No greater heart in thee: Liue a little. Amy. I wil beare thee To some shelter. Ducdame. Deere Master. Come. cheere thy selfe a little. Heere lie I downe. If it do come to passe. ducdame: Heere shall he see.Shakespeare: First Folio
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Enter Orlando. Farwel kinde master. And Ile sing it. What’s that Ducdame? Iaq. Ile giue you a verse to this note. that any man turne Asse: Leauing his wealth and ease. thou look’st cheerely. Cheerely good Adam. Exeunt [R1
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Scena Sexta. I wil either be food for it. I wil giue thee leaue to die: but if thou diest Before I come. And if I bring thee not something to eate. ’Tis a Greeke inuocation. Ile raile against all the first borne of Egypt. to call fools into a cir-cle. Ile go sleepe if I can: if I cannot. That I made yesterday in despight of my Inuention. grosse fooles as he. His banket is prepar’d. Amy. thou art a mocker of my labor. And measure out my graue. or bring it for foode to thee: Thy conceite is neerer death. Thus it goes. then thy powers. And Ile be with thee quickly: yet thou liest In the bleake aire.
grow Musicall. very wisely. For I can no where finde him.Lord. Who laid him downe. 1. and yet a motley foole. And then from houre to houre. Du. and ripe.lustre eye. and faire. tell him I would speake with him. ’twill be eleuen. it is ten a clocke: Thus we may see (quoth he) how the world wagges: ’Tis but an houre agoe.Sen. If he compact of iarres. if Ladies be but yong. They haue the gift to know it: and in his braine. a foole: I met a foole i’th Forrest. with lacke. we rot. you looke merrily. Which is as drie as the remainder bisket After a voyage: He hath strange places cram’d With obseruation. quoth he. A Foole. Iaq. we ripe. Heere was he merry. like a man. and rot. Sayes. O that I were a foole. Enter Iaques. And then he drew a diall from his poake. What.lawes. the which he vents In mangled formes. since it was nine. He saues my labor by his owne approach. thus morall on the time. like Out. 1. And looking on it. My Lord.
. Du. Du.Lord. Good morrow foole (quoth I:) no Sir. We shall haue shortly discord in the Spheares: Go seeke him. sans intermission An houre by his diall. That Fooles should be so deepe contemplatiue: And I did laugh. Oh noble foole. & Lord.Shakespeare: First Folio
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Scena Septima. I thinke he be transform’d into a beast.Sen. I met a foole. O worthie Foole: One that hath bin a Courtier And sayes. he is but euen now gone hence. Du. My Lungs began to crow like Chanticleere. what a life is this That your poore friends must woe your companie. And after one houre more.Sen.23 -
. And so from houre to houre.Sen. In good set termes. And thereby hangs a tale. A motley Foole (a miserable world:) As I do liue by foode. Call me not foole. A worthy foole: Motley’s the onely weare. When I did heare The motley Foole. till heauen hath sent me fortune. hearing of a Song. And rail’d on Lady Fortune in good termes. Why how now Monsieur.
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I am ambitious for a motley coat. Most mischeeuous foule sin. and I will through and through Cleanse the foule bodie of th’ infected world. in chiding sin: For thou thy selfe hast bene a Libertine. They most must laugh: And why sir must they so? The why is plaine. Iaq. for so fooles haue: And they that are most gauled with my folly. That sayes his brauerie is not on my cost. but therein suites His folly to the mettle of my speech. When that I say the City woman beares The cost of Princes on vnworthy shoulders? Who can come in. and headed euils. Till that the wearie verie meanes do ebbe. how then. To blow on whom I please. What woman in the Citie do I name. That I am wise. Why then my taxing like a wild. But who come here?
. Why who cries out on pride. Thinking that I meane him. As sensuall as the brutish sting it selfe. Thou shalt haue one. such is her neighbor? Or what is he of basest function. Then he hath wrong’d himselfe: if he be free. That thou with license of free foot hast caught. Inuest me in my motley: Giue me leaue To speake my minde.goose flies Vnclaim’d of any man.Sen. If they will patiently receiue my medicine. I can tell what thou wouldst do. as large a Charter as the winde. If not. for a Counter. let me see wherein My tongue hath wrong’d him: if it do him right. as way to Parish Church: Hee. what then. Prouided that you weed your better iudgements Of all opinion that growes ranke in them. The Wise. that a Foole doth very wisely hit. What. It is my onely suite. Du. And all th’ imbossed sores. but good? Du.Sen. although he smart Seeme senselesse of the bob. and say that I meane her. would I do.
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Enter Orlando. I must dye. In the which hope. Du. hath tane from me the shew Of smooth ciuility: yet am I in. Loose. and wip’d our eies Of drops. that sacred pity hath engendred: And therefore sit you downe in gentlenesse. Vnder the shade of melancholly boughes.lids wip’d a teare. Art thou thus bolden’d man by thy distres? Or else a rude despiser of good manners. and my affaires are answered. And sat at good mens feasts. And know some nourture: But forbeare. And giue it food.Sen. Iaq. Why I haue eate none yet. [R1v Du. Iaq. And take vpon command. And haue with holy bell bin knowld to Church.Sen. And you will not be answer’d with reason. You touch’d my veine at first. and be pittied: Let gentlenesse my strong enforcement be. & welcom to our table Orl. Orl. Forbeare. more then your force Moue vs to gentlenesse. And therefore put I on the countenance Of sterne command’ment. There is an old poore man. Iaq. I thought that all things had bin sauage heere. True is it. till necessity be seru’d. I say. Speake you so gently? Pardon me I pray you. I blush. Of what kinde should this Cocke come of? Du. that we haue seene better dayes. Then but forbeare your food a little while: Whiles (like a Doe) I go to finde my Fawne. what helpe we haue That to your wanting may be ministred. And know what ’tis to pittie.Sen.land bred. What would you haue? Your gentlenesse shall force. Nor shalt not. I almost die for food. He dies that touches any of this fruite. Du. But what ere you are That in this desert inaccessible. the thorny point Of bare distresse. Orl.
With eyes seuere. sodaine. Mewling. So had you neede. the whining Schoole. with good Capon lin’d. creeping like snaile Vnwillingly to schoole. I will not touch a bit. the Iustice In faire round belly. a Soldier. And then the Louer.boy with his Satchell And shining morning face. Ia. I thanke ye. and bearded like the Pard. At first the Infant. and moderne instances. As yet to question you about your fortunes:
. and meere obliuion.Sen. Turning againe toward childish trebble pipes. Full of strange oaths. with a wofull ballad Made to his Mistresse eye. And so he playes his part. Welcome.brow. and beard of formall cut. and let him feede.26 -
. His youthfull hose well sau’d. Orl. And all the men and women.Sen. I scarce can speake to thanke you for my selfe.Shakespeare: First Folio
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Limpt in pure loue: till he be first suffic’d. Sighing like Furnace. Du. And we will nothing waste till you returne. and puking in the Nurses armes: Then. sans taste. With spectacles on nose. Thou seest. His Acts being seuen ages.Sen. and hunger. Ad. Enter Orlando with Adam. I thanke you most for him. They haue their Exits and their Entrances. meerely Players. Sans teeth. fall too: I wil not trouble you. Du. That ends this strange euentfull historie. Ielous in honor. Opprest with two weake euils. Then. The sixt age shifts Into the leane and slipper’d Pantaloone. we are not all alone vnhappie: This wide and vniuersall Theater Presents more wofull Pageants then the Sceane Wherein we play in. All the world’s a stage. Full of wise sawes. and be blest for your good comfort. and his bigge manly voice. Last Scene of all. Is second childishnesse. Orl. sans eyes. For his shrunke shanke. And whistles in his sound. and quicke in quarrell. Du. a world too wide. Duke Sen. Go finde him out. and pouch on side. age. sans euery thing. Seeking the bubble Reputation Euen in the Canons mouth: And then. And one man in his time playes many parts. Welcome: set downe your venerable bur-then.
or turne thou no more To seeke a liuing in our Territorie. is fayning. or liuing Within this tweluemonth. and liuing in your face. Not see him since? Sir. and good Cozen.
Actus Tertius. Finde out thy brother wheresoere he is. & Oliuer. thou present: but looke to it. Worth seizure. thou bitter skie that dost not bight so nigh as benefitts forgot: Though thou the waters warpe. As you haue whisper’d faithfully you were. Du. although thy breath be rude. Thy Lands and all things that thou dost call thine. Exeunt. the holly. Ol. as mans ingratitude Thy tooth is not so keene. because thou art not seene. Heigh ho. as freind remembred not. Song. &c. and tell mee. sing.27 -
. Till thou canst quit thee by thy brothers mouth. Duke. I should not seeke an absent argument Of my reuenge. Of what we thinke against thee.Shakespeare: First Folio
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Giue vs some Musicke. Most frendship. Duke Sen. Blow. sing. Heigh ho. meere folly: The heigh ho. Scena Prima. Most truly limn’d. More villaine thou. most Louing. do we seize into our hands. And as mine eye doth his effigies witnesse. blow. This Life is most iolly. thy sting is not so sharpe. Oh that your Highnesse knew my heart in this: I neuer lou’d my brother in my life.
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Enter Duke. If that you were the good Sir Rowlands son. Seeke him with Candle: bring him dead. Thou art right welcome. Well push him out of dores
. as thy masters is: Support him by the arme: giue me your hand. thou winter winde. that cannot be: But were I not the better part made mercie. freize. And let me all your fortunes vnderstand. Thou art not so vnkinde. Good old man. Go to my Caue. Lords. sir. Be truly welcome hither: I am the Duke That lou’d your Father. sing heigh ho. vnto the greene holly. Freize. the residue of your fortune.
And in their barkes my thoughts Ile charracter. That euerie eye. The faire. run Orlando. I like it verie well: but in respect that it is priuate. Run. like an ill roasted Egge. No truly. Orl. nor Art. O Rosalind. it is naught. the chaste. Clo. Now in respect it is in the fields. Nay. For not being at Court? your reason.Shakespeare: First Folio
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And let my officers of such a nature Make an extent vpon his house and Lands: Do this expediently. or comes of a very dull kindred. it is a good life. it pleaseth mee well: but in respect it is not in the Court. Exeunt
Scena Secunda. Shepheard? Cor. Co. which in this Forrest lookes. As it is a spare life (looke you) it fits my humor well: but as there is no more plentie in it. meanes. Exit Enter Corin & Clowne. may complaine of good breeding. Clo. Clo. these Trees shall be my Bookes.28 -
. all on one side. the worse at ease he is: and that hee that wants money. is lacke of the Sunne: That hee that hath lear-ned no wit by Nature. Hang there my verse. Cor. it goes much against my stomacke. Cor. No more. and fire to burne: That good pasture makes fat sheepe: and that a great cause of the night. it is tedious. And how like you this shepherds life Mr Touchstone? [R2 Clow.
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Enter Orlando. in witnesse of my loue. and vnexpressiue shee. but in respect that it is a shepheards life. That the propertie of raine is to wet. and turne him going. that my full life doth sway. from thy pale spheare aboue Thy Huntresse name. Has’t any Philosophie in thee shepheard? Cor. Truly thou art damn’d. in respect of it selfe. Such a one is a naturall Philosopher: Was’t euer in Court. but that I know the more one sickens. In respect that it is solitary. Shall see thy vertue witnest euery where. And thou thrice crowned Queene of night suruey With thy chaste eye. Truely Shepheard. I hope. and content. is without three good frends. carue on euery Tree. Then thou art damn’d. it is a very vild life.
to be bawd to a Bel-weather. the diuell himselfe will haue no shepherds. our hands are hard. but you kisse your hands. Clo. with the surgery of our sheepe: and would you haue vs kisse Tarre? The Courtiers hands are perfum’d with Ciuet. I earne that I eate: get that I weare. then thy manners must be wicked. and wickednes is sin. Clo. And they are often tarr’d ouer. you salute not at the Court. and to betray a shee.Shakespeare: First Folio
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Clo. those that are good ma-ners at the Court. my new Mistris-ses Brother. Cor. If thou bee’st not damn’d for this. come. Cor. shallow: A better instance I say: Come. Instance. You haue too Courtly a wit. Cor.
. are as ridiculous in the Countrey. owe no man hate. Mend the instance Shep-heard.Lambe of a tweluemonth to a crooked. I cannot see else how thou shouldst scape. Ile rest. Enter Rosalind.pated olde Cuckoldly Ramme. Why. Wilt thou rest damn’d? God helpe thee shallow man: God make incision in thee. Clo. instance. Most shallow man: Thou wormes meate in re-spect of a good peece of flesh indeed: learne of the wise and perpend: Ciuet is of a baser birth then Tarre. enuie no mans happi-nesse: glad of other mens good content with my harme: and the greatest of my pride. and to offer to get your liuing. is to see my Ewes graze. Besides. Why we are still handling our Ewes. You told me. that courtesie would be vncleanlie if Courtiers were shepheards. I am a true Labourer. out of all reasonable match. as wholesome as the sweat of a man? Shallow. as the behauiour of the Countrie is most mockeable at the Court. Sir. Cor. Clo. Why do not your Courtiers hands sweate? and is not the grease of a Mutton. thou neuer saw’st good manners: if thou neuer saw’st good maners. Shallow a-gen: a more sounder instance.29 -
. if thou neuer was’t at Court. by the copulation of Cattle. Cor. That is another simple sinne in you. for me. to bring the Ewes and the Rammes together. Heere comes yong Mr Ganimed. the verie vncleanly fluxe of a Cat. and their Fels you know are greasie. Clo. Your lips wil feele them the sooner. thou art raw. Clo. and sinne is damnation: Thou art in a parlous state shep-heard. Cor. Cor. Not a whit Touchstone. & my Lambes sucke. briefly: come.
Ile rime you so. Some.Shakespeare: First Folio
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Ros. Cel. buckles in his summe of age. that shall ciuill sayings shoe. Hir worth being mounted on the winde. dinners. through all the world beares Rosalinde. such a nut is Rosalinde. Ile graffe it with you. Clo.30 -
. Enter Celia with a writing. eight yeares together. Some of violated vowes. Clo. Sweetest nut. He that sweetest rose will finde. Peace. Truely the tree yeelds bad fruite. but the faire of Rosalinde. are but blacke to Rosalinde: Let no face bee kept in mind. so must slender Rosalinde: They that reap must sheafe and binde. no iewel is like Rosalinde. For a taste. and suppers. Ros. Why should this Desert bee. Ros. stand aside. so be sure will Rosalinde: Wintred garments must be linde. Out Foole. Let him seeke out Rosalinde: If the Cat will after kinde.womens ranke to Market. how briefe the Life of man runs his erring pilgrimage. All the pictures fairest Linde. From the east to westerne Inde. and that’s the right vertue of the Medler. let the Forrest iudge. hath sowrest rinde. Ros. & Rosalinde. why doe you in-fect your selfe with them? Ros. Clo. then to cart with Rosalinde. must finde Loues pricke. here comes my sister reading. Clo. and sleeping hours excepted: it is the right Butter.
. Peace you dull foole. If a Hart doe lacke a Hinde. That the stretching of a span. You haue said: but whether wisely or no. This is the verie false gallop of Verses. I found them on a tree. and then I shall graffe it with a Medler: then it will be the earliest fruit i’th coun-try: for you’l be rotten ere you bee halfe ripe. for it is vnpeopled? Noe: Tonges Ile hang on euerie tree.
Therefore heauen Nature charg’d. or at euerie sentence end. haue patience good people. Cel. and more too. Ros. I was seuen of the nine daies out of the wonder. that one bodie should be fill’d With all Graces wide enlarg’d. and could not beare themselues without the verse. That’s no matter: the feet might beare y verses. and neuer cri’de. what tedious homilie of Loue haue you wearied your parishioners withall. and I to liue and die her slaue. to know The quintessence of euerie sprite. Is it a man? Cel. Cel. and therefore stood lame-ly in the verse.Shakespeare: First Folio
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twixt the soules of friend. and hearts. Come Shepheard. Cel. O most gentle Iupiter. before you came: for looke heere what I found on a Palme tree. Cleopatra’s Maiestie: Attalanta’s better part.31 -
. How now backe friends: Shepheard. how thy name should be hang’d and carued vpon these trees? Ros. Thus Rosalinde of manie parts. but the feet were lame. I was neuer so berim’d since Pythagoras time that I was an Irish Rat. Will I Rosalinda write. Didst thou heare these verses? Ros. Ros. Cel. Cel. I heard them all. yet with scrip and scrippage. nature presently distill’d [R2v Helens cheeke. by Heauenly Synode was deuis’d. go off a lit-tle: go with him sirrah. who hath done this? Ros. and friend: But vpon the fairest bowes. Exit. Heauen would that shee these gifts should haue. Clo. Tro you. let vs make an honorable re-treit. teaching all that reade. though not with bagge and baggage. sad Lucrecia’s Modestie. to haue the touches deerest pris’d. And a chaine that you once wore about his neck:
. I. which I can hardly remember. But didst thou heare without wondering. heauen would in little show. for some of them had in them more feete then the Verses would beare. eyes. O yes. Of manie faces. but not his heart.
Nay. it is a hard matter for friends to meete. Ros. and speake apace: I would thou couldst stammer. and
. but who is it? Cel. and most wonderfull wonderfull. Cel. So you may put a man in your belly. to these particulars. You must borrow me Gargantuas mouth first: ’tis a Word too great for any mouth of this Ages size. and your heart. Cel. O Lord.sea of discouerie. Nay.32 -
. or none at all. and yet againe wonderful. I pre’thee now. Why God will send more.Shakespeare: First Folio
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change you colour? Ros. but Mountaines may bee remoou’d with Earth-quakes. Cel. as Wine comes out of a narrow. Orlando? Cel. and true maid. what shall I do with my doublet & hose? What did he when thou saw’st him? What sayde he? How look’d he? Wherein went he? What makes hee heere? Did he aske for me? Where remaines he? How parted he with thee? And when shalt thou see him a-gaine? Answer me in one word. Good my complection. Cel. Cel.mouth’d bottle: either too much at once. I pre’thee take the Corke out of thy mouth. I pre’thee who? Cel. Ros. he hath but a little beard. if thou delay me not the knowledge of his chin. both in an instant. dost thou think though I am caparison’d like a man. with most petitionary ve-hemence. I’faith (Coz) tis he. that tript vp the Wrastlers heeles. if the man will bee thankful: let me stay the growth of his beard. Ros. that I may drinke thy tydings. Is it possible? Ros. Is he of Gods making? What manner of man? Is his head worth a hat? Or his chin worth a beard? Cel. I haue a doublet and hose in my disposition? One inch of delay more. It is yong Orlando. Lord. and so encounter. Ros. wonderfull. Ros. I pre’thee tell me. O wonderfull. that thou might’st powre this conceal’d man out of thy mouth. is a South. tell me who it is. Ros. and after that out of all hooping. to say I and no. is more then to answer in a Catechisme. Orlando. who is it quickely. Ros. Nay. Ros. But doth he know that I am in this Forrest. Nay. but the diuell take mocking: speake sadde brow. Alas the day.
Iaq. There lay hee stretch’d along like a Wounded knight. Orl. It may wel be cal’d Ioues tree. Though it be pittie to see such a sight. Cel. I must speake: sweet. Yes. comes he not heere? Ros. ’Tis he. when it droppes forth fruite. to the tongue. Cel. Cel. from whence you haue studied your questions. Cel. Soft. Iust as high as my heart. good Madam. & cond the[m] out of rings Orl. he comes to kill my Hart. I do not like her name. You are ful of prety answers: haue you not bin ac-quainted with goldsmiths wiues. Ros. Orl. Ros. thou bring’st me out of tune. Iaq. Rosalinde is your loues name? Orl. I pray you marre no more trees with Writing Loue. Do you not know I am a woman. I found him vnder a tree like a drop’d Acorne. slinke by. You haue a nimble wit. He was furnish’d like a Hunter. but good faith I had as liefe haue beene my selfe alone. Not so: but I answer you right painted cloath. Orl.Shakespeare: First Folio
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in mans apparrell? Looks he as freshly. I would sing my song without a burthen. What stature is she of? Orl.songs in their barkes. You bring me out. Iaq. and
. and rellish it with good obseruance. Iaq. Will you sitte downe with me. It is as easie to count Atomies as to resolue the propositions of a Louer: but take a taste of my finding him. I thinke ’twas made of Attalanta’s heeles. as he did the day he Wrastled? Cel.33 -
. when I thinke. Ros. There was no thought of pleasing you when she was christen’d. Iaq. Enter Orlando & Iaques. Proceed. say on. Cry holla. Iaq. Iust. it well becomes the ground. Orl. Ros. and note him. God buy you. Iaq. O ominous. I thanke you for your company. for your societie. I do desire we may be better strangers. Giue me audience. Ros. I prethee: it curuettes vnseasonably. And so had I: but yet for fashion sake I thanke you too. Iaq. I pray you marre no moe of my verses with rea-ding them ill. let’s meet as little as we can.fauouredly. Cel.
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. and a rich man that hath not the Gowt: for the one sleepes easily be-cause he cannot study. These Time ambles withal. You should aske me what time o’ day: there’s no clocke in the Forrest. I am glad of your departure: Adieu good Mon-sieur Melancholly. or a Cipher. Which I take to be either a foole. looke but in. as wel as a clocke. Orl. I wil chide no breather in the world but my selfe [R3 against whom I know most faults. between the contract of her marriage. Ros. Who doth he gallop withal?
. Orl. Orl. and groaning euerie houre wold detect the lazie foot of time. Ile tarrie no longer with you. what would you? Ros. and the day it is solemnizd: if the interim be but a sennight. Iaq. He is drown’d in the brooke. farewell good sig-nior Loue. who Time gallops withal. Iaq. and the other liues merrily. Who ambles Time withal? Ros. do you hear For-|(rester. what i’st a clocke? Orl. Orl. and all our miserie. Iaq. Orl. who doth he trot withal? Ros. and who he stands stil withall. Ros. With a Priest that lacks Latine. that it seemes the length of seuen yeare. I pray you. Times pace is so hard. Orl. And why not the swift foote of time? Had not that bin as proper? Ros. Then there is no true Louer in the Forrest. will raile against our Mistris the world. who Time trots withal. be-cause he feeles no paine: the one lacking the burthen of leane and wasteful Learning. is to be in loue.Shakespeare: First Folio
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wee two. Marry he trots hard with a yong maid. Orl. when I found you. Time trauels in diuers paces. ’Tis a fault I will not change. I wil speake to him like a sawcie Lacky. for your best ver-tue: I am wearie of you. the other knowing no bur-then of heauie tedious penurie. By no meanes sir. else sighing euerie minute. I was seeking for a Foole. and vn-der that habit play the knaue with him. with diuers persons: Ile tel you who Time ambles with-all. Verie wel. There I shal see mine owne figure. Iaq. Orl. and you shall see him. Orl. By my troth. Orl.
As the Conie that you see dwell where shee is kindled. as halfepence are. which you haue not: a blew eie and sunken. they were all like one another. With Lawiers in the vacation: for they sleepe betweene Terme and Terme. Orl. What were his markes? Ros. which you haue not: a beard neglected. Your accent is something finer. which you haue not: an vnquestionable spi-rit. I am he that is so Loue. for simply your ha-uing
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Ros. I am not a Wo-man to be touch’d with so many giddie offences as hee hath generally tax’d their whole sex withal.fault came to match it. With a theefe to the gallowes: for though hee go as softly as foot can fall.shak’d. Ros. There were none principal. With this Shepheardesse my sister: heere in the skirts of the Forrest. an olde religious Vnckle of mine taught me to speake. who was in his youth an inland man. There is a man haunts the Forrest. one that knew Courtship too well: for there he fel in loue. then you could purchase in so remoued a dwelling. that a-buses our yong plants with caruing Rosalinde on their barkes. A leane cheeke. all (forsooth) defying the name of Rosalinde. I haue bin told so of many: but indeed.35 -
. I pray you tel me your remedie. Orl.monger. No: I wil not cast away my physick. I am sure you art not prisoner. Who staies it stil withal? Ros. euerie one fault seeming monstrous. but on those that are sicke. I haue heard him read ma-ny Lectors against it. Ros. he thinkes himselfe too soon there. Orl. Are you natiue of this place? Ros. like fringe vpon a petticoat. Orl. for he seemes to haue the Quotidian of Loue vpon him. Ros. hangs Oades vpon Hauthornes. that he laid to the charge of women? Ros. Where dwel you prettie youth? Ros. I would giue him some good counsel. There is none of my Vnckles markes vpon you: he taught me how to know a man in loue: in which cage of rushes. and Elegies on brambles. til his fellow. and I thanke God. If I could meet that Fancie. Orl. Orl. I prethee recount some of them. which you haue not: (but I pardon you for that. and then they perceiue not how time moues. Can you remember any of the principall euils. Orl.
is that the Lunacie is so ordinarie. But are you so much in loue. At which time would I. you are rather point deuice in your ac-coustrements. as louing your selfe. be effeminate. Ros. then forswear him: now weepe for him. Ros. I sweare to thee youth. then seeming the Lo-uer of any other. then to confesse she do’s: that is one of the points. and come euerie day to my Coat. Tel me where it is. Ros. shallow. and a whip. which I warrant she is apter to do. de-serues as wel a darke house. [R3v Orlan. then spit at him.36 -
. Orl. Did you euer cure any so? Ros. apish. and for no passion truly any thing. Orl. and to liue in a nooke meerly Monastick: and thus I cur’d him. ful of teares. by the white hand of Rosalind. full of smiles. I would cure you. Yes one. his Mistris: and I set him euerie day to woe me. Now by the faith of my loue. wherein Rosalind is so admired? Orl. Me beleeue it? You may assoone make her that you Loue beleeue it. proud. w was to forsweare the ful stream of y world. cattle of this colour: would now like him. Ros. if you would but call me Rosa-lind. your sleeue vnbutton’d. Hee was to ima-gine me his Loue. is a yonger brothers reuennew) then your hose should be vngarter’d. Loue is meerely a madnesse. youth. in the which women stil giue the lie to their consciences. and I tel you. Faire youth. and euerie thing about you. Ros. and liking. greeue. Go with me to it. longing. fantastical. that the whippers are in loue too: yet I professe curing it by counsel. and Ile shew it you: and by
. being but a moonish youth. I am that he.Shakespeare: First Folio
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in beard. that I draue my Sutor from his mad humor of loue. for euerie passion something. Neither rime nor reason can expresse how much. your bonnet vnbanded. changeable. to a liuing humor of madnes. But in good sooth. as boyes and women are for the most part. and in this manner. I would not be cured. that vnfortunate he. as madmen do: and the reason why they are not so punish’d and cured. inconstant. I would I could make thee beleeue |(I Loue. your shoo vnti’de. I will. demonstrating a carelesse desolation: but you are no such man. Orl. now loath him: then entertaine him. are you he that hangs the verses on the Trees. and woe me. as your rimes speak? Orl. and this way wil I take vpon mee to wash your Li-uer as cleane as a sound sheepes heart. that there shal not be one spot of Loue in’t.
I wil fetch vp your Goates. I might haue some hope thou didst feigne. I do truly: for thou swear’st to me thou art ho-nest: Now if thou wert a Poet. Aud. Iaq.Shakespeare: First Folio
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the way. A materiall foole. good youth. they do feigne. though I thanke the Goddes I am foule. I would the Gods hadde made thee poeticall. With all my heart. & Iaques. Would you not haue me honest? Clo. O knowledge ill inhabited. Aud. vn-derstanding: it strikes a man more dead then a great rec-koning in a little roome: truly. for thy foulnesse. were to put good meate into an vncleane dish. Aud. Clo. Lord warrant vs: what features? Clo. Audrey. Your features. No truly. Truly. I am not a slut. Well. will you go? Exeunt. Clo. Do you wish then that the Gods had made me Poeticall? Clow. praised be the Gods. you must call mee Rosalind: Come sister.
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Enter Clowne. where in the Forrest you liue: Wil you go? Orl. and therefore I pray the Gods make me honest. Ros. Audrey: and how Audrey am I the man yet? Doth my simple feature content you? Aud. Aud. No trulie: for the truest poetrie is the most fai-ning. When a mans verses cannot be vnderstood. Well. Come apace good Audrey. slut-tishnesse
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. Aud. Clo. I am not faire. and to cast away honestie vppon a foule slut. Nay. as the most capricious Poet honest Ouid was among the Gothes. I am heere with thee. you shal tell me. Clo. nor a mans good wit seconded with the forward childe.
Scoena Tertia. Iaq. may be said as Louers. worse then Ioue in a thatch’d house. I do not know what Poetical is: is it honest in deed and word: is it a true thing? Clo. and thy Goats. vnlesse thou wert hard fauour’d: for honestie coupled to beautie. is to haue Honie a sawce to Sugar.
Well. Enter Sir Oliuer Mar. and to couple vs.text. Iaq. Clo.text. so man hath his desires. but I were better to bee
. they are neces-sarie. Wil you be married. and like greene timber. As hornes are odious. Will you dispatch vs heere vnder this tree. Clo. Wel. And wil you (being a man of your breeding) be married vnder a bush like a begger? Get you to church. or shal we go with you to your Chappell? Ol. the Gods giue vs ioy. euen so poore men alone: No.beasts. stagger in this attempt: for heere wee haue no Temple but the wood. Is there none heere to giue the woman? Clo.Shakespeare: First Folio
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may come heereafter. and knows no end of them. I am verie glad to see you. then one of you wil proue a shrunke pannell. and as Pigeons bill. Motley? Clo. I am not in the minde. the noblest Deere hath them as huge as the Ras-call: Is the single man therefore blessed? No. as they ioyne Wainscot. But be it. who hath promis’d to meete me in this place of the Forrest. I haue bin with Sir Oliuer Mar. this fellow wil but ioyne you together. so is the fore-head of a married man. Ol. Iaq. Clo. I wil marrie thee: and to that end. many a man knowes no end of his goods. ’tis none of his owne getting. more honourable then the bare brow of a Batcheller: and by how much defence is bet-ter then no skill. no assembly but horne. Iaq. as a wall’d Towne is more worthier then a village. Iaq. A man may if he were of a fearful heart. and the Falcon her bels. you are verie well met: goddild you for your last companie. as it may bee. the Vicar of the next village. or the marriage is not lawfull. proceede: Ile giue her. Truly she must be giuen. and haue a good Priest that can tel you what marriage is. right: Many a man has good Hornes. so wedlocke would be nibling. pray be couer’d. But what though? Courage. Heere comes Sir Oliuer: Sir Oliuer Mar.38 -
. euen a toy in hand heere Sir: Nay.text you are wel met. As the Oxe hath his bow sir. Proceed. the horse his curb. I would faine see this meeting. hornes. I wil not take her on guift of any man. that is the dowrie of his wife. warpe. Good euen good Mr what ye cal’t: how do you Sir. no. Amen. warpe. by so much is a horne more precious then to want. It is said. Aud.
Something browner then Iudasses: Marrie his kisses are Iudasses owne children. As good cause as one would desire. but yet haue the grace to consider. to leaue my wife. Ros. Come sweete Audrey. Ol. for he is not like to mar-rie me wel: and not being wel married. Nay certainly there is no truth in him. Not true in loue? Cel. But haue I not cause to weepe? Cel. We must be married. and comes not? Cel. that teares do not become a man. Neuer talke to me. I wil weepe. or a Worme. But why did hee sweare hee would come this morning. I doe thinke him as concaue as a couered goblet. Ros. bee gone I say. [R4 Cel. it wil be a good excuse for me heereafter. His very haire Is of the dissembling colour. As the touch of holy bread. O braue Oliuer leaue me not behind thee: But winde away. Therefore weepe. ’Tis no matter. Ros. Ol. Ros. I’faith his haire is of a good colour. I wil not to wedding with thee. And his kissing is as ful of sanctitie. Rosa.
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Enter Rosalind & Celia. Cel. And let me counsel thee. Ros. Hee hath bought a paire of cast lips of Diana: a Nun of winters sisterhood kisses not more religiouslie. Yes. or we must liue in baudrey: Farewel good Mr Oliuer: Not O sweet Oliuer. but I thinke he is not in. An excellent colour: Your Chessenut was euer the onely colour: Ros. Exeunt
Scoena Quarta. Iaq. the very yce of chastity is in them.Shakespeare: First Folio
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married of him then of another. Ne’re a fantastical knaue of them all shal flout me out of my calling. Cel. I thinke he is not a picke purse. when he is in. Ros. but for his verity in loue. nor a horse. You haue heard him sweare downright he was. Goe thou with mee. Doe you thinke so? Cel.
and had much que-stion with him: he askt me of what parentage I was.
. Goe hence a little. hee writes braue verses. Mistresse and Master. Exeunt. O that’s a braue man. Sil. he attends here in the for-rest on the Duke your father. but say not so In bitternesse. Ros. O come. the common executioner Whose heart th’ accustom’d sight of death makes hard Falls not the axe vpon the humbled neck. do not Phebe Say that you loue me not. Corin. but all’s braue that youth mounts. they are both the confirmer of false reckonings. But what talke wee of Fathers.
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Enter Siluius and Phebe.
Scena Quinta. Celia.Shakespeare: First Folio
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Cel. Ros. as a puisny Tilter. the oath of Louer is no stronger then the word of a Tapster. and you shall say Ile proue a busie actor in their play. and I shall conduct you If you will marke it. Cel. I told him of as good as he. and Corin. breakes his staffe like a noble goose. Sweet Phebe doe not scorne me. and folly guides: who comes heere? Enter Corin. and breakes them brauely. But first begs pardon: will you sterner be Then he that dies and liues by bloody drops? Enter Rosalind. y spurs his horse but on one side. quite trauers athwart the heart of his lo-uer. Phe. Who you saw sitting by me on the Turph. when there is such a man as Orlando? Cel. I met the Duke yesterday. speakes braue words. is not is: besides. you haue oft enquired After the Shepheard that complain’d of loue. And the red glowe of scorne and prowd disdaine. If you will see a pageant truely plaid Betweene the pale complexion of true Loue. Praising the proud disdainfull Shepherdesse That was his Mistresse. Was. let vs remoue.40 -
. I would not be thy executioner. so he laugh’d and let mee goe. sweares braue oathes. Well: and what of him? Cor. The sight of Louers feedeth those in loue: Bring vs to this sight.
’Tis such fooles as you
. Should be called tyrants. Then shall you know the wounds inuisible That Loues keene arrows make. You are a thousand times a properer man Then she a woman. for I would not iniure thee: Thou tellst me there is murder in mine eye. And why I pray you? who might be your mother That you insult. As till that time I shall not pitty thee. Nor I am sure there is no force in eyes That can doe hurt. Afflict me with thy mockes. Ros.worke? ’ods my little life. Your bugle eye. and softest things. wherefore do you follow her Like foggy South. Phe. your blacke silke haire. and there remaines Some scarre of it: Leane vpon a rush The Cicatrice and capable impressure Thy palme some moment keepes: but now mine eyes Which I haue darted at thee. Scratch thee but with a pin. Lye not. ’Tis not your inkie browes. If euer (as that euer may be neere) You meet in some fresh cheeke the power of fancie.Shakespeare: First Folio
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I flye thee. Now I doe frowne on thee with all my heart. Or if thou canst not. pitty me not. Sil. nor your cheeke of creame That can entame my spirits to your worship: You foolish Shepheard. exult. butchers. O deere Phebe. oh for shame. hope not after it. now let them kill thee: Now counterfeit to swound. But till that time Come not thou neere me: and when that time comes. And if mine eyes can wound. I see no more in you Then without Candle may goe darke to bed: Must you be therefore prowd and pittilesse? Why what meanes this? why do you looke on me? I see no more in you then in the ordinary Of Natures sale. hurt thee not. I thinke she meanes to tangle my eies too: No faith proud Mistresse.41 -
. and all at once Ouer the wretched? what though you haue no beauty As by my faith. to say mine eyes are murtherers: Now shew the wound mine eye hath made in thee. puffing with winde and raine. and very probable. Who shut their coward gates on atomyes. for shame. ’Tis pretty sure. That eyes that are the frailst. murtherers. why now fall downe.balls.
though all the world could see. reliefe would be: If you doe sorrow at my griefe in loue. Why that were couetousnesse: Siluius. & shee’ll Fall in loue with my anger. Foule is most foule. now I find thy saw of might. By giuing loue your sorrow. So take her to thee Shepheard. I pray you do not fall in loue with mee. being foule to be a scoffer. I pray you chide a yere together. fareyouwell. is not that neighbourly? Sil. I would haue you. I like you not: if you will know my house. downe on your knees And thanke heauen. For I must tell you friendly in your eare. Exit. Ros. for a good mans loue. Thy company. If it be so. Sweet Phebe. and Ile employ thee too: But doe not looke for further recompence
. here hard by: Will you goe Sister? Shepheard ply her hard: [R4v Come Sister: Shepheardesse. Phe. Phe. Phe. For no ill will I beare you. Who euer lov’d. Hah: what saist thou Siluius? Sil. Sweet youth. ’Tis at the tufft of Oliues. Why I am sorry for thee gentle Siluius. Ros. Hees falne in loue with your foulnesse. Come. Dead Shepheard. Phe.fauourd children: ’Tis not her glasse. fasting. For I am falser then vowes made in wine: Besides. then this man wooe.42 -
. And yet it is not. Where euer sorrow is. looke on him better And be not proud. which erst was irkesome to me I will endure. that I beare thee loue. to our flocke. ile sauce Her with bitter words: why looke you so vpon me? Phe. but you that flatters her. that I hated thee. Sell when you can. Sil. But since that thou canst talke of loue so well. take his offer.Shakespeare: First Folio
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That makes the world full of ill. you are not for all markets: Cry the man mercy. Phe. None could be so abus’d in sight as hee. Phe. loue him. as fast As she answeres thee with frowning lookes. know your selfe. Sweet Phebe pitty me. and my griefe Were both extermin’d. I had rather here you chide. Thou hast my loue. the time was. that lou’d not at first sight? Sil. And out of you she sees her selfe more proper Then any of her lineaments can show her: But Mistris.
and that Ile liue vpon. with all my heart. not very prettie. his eye did heale it vp: He is not very tall. And thou shalt beare it. Goe with me Siluius.Shakespeare: First Folio
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Then thine owne gladnesse. But what care I for words? yet words do well When he that speakes them pleases those that heare: It is a pretty youth.
. and mingled Damaske. yet he talkes well. And now I am remembred. There be some women Siluius. and passing short. Ile write it strait: The matter’s in my head. A little riper. But sure hee’s proud. had they markt him In parcells as I did. But that’s all one: omittance is no quittance: Ile write to him a very tanting Letter. Not very well. though I ask for him. scorn’d at me: I maruell why I answer’d not againe. that thou art employd. and in my heart. and yet his pride becomes him. Knowst thou the youth that spoke to mee yere-|(while? Sil. and more lustie red Then that mixt in his cheeke: ’twas iust the difference Betwixt the constant red. And I in such a pouerty of grace.43 -
. Phe. Phe. I will be bitter with him. and yet ’tis well: There was a pretty rednesse in his lip. and my haire blacke. but I haue met him oft. Hee’ll make a proper man: the best thing in him Is his complexion: and faster then his tongue Did make offence. wilt thou Siluius? Sil. nor hate him not: and yet Haue more cause to hate him then to loue him. That I shall thinke it a most plenteous crop To gleane the broken eares after the man That the maine haruest reapes: loose now and then A scattred smile. For what had he to doe to chide at me? He said mine eyes were black. Thinke not I loue him. would haue gone neere To fall in loue with him: but for my part I loue him not. Phebe. and so perfect is my loue. ’Tis but a peeuish boy. So holy. yet for his yeeres hee’s tall: His leg is but so so. Exeunt. And he hath bought the Cottage and the bounds That the old Carlot once was Master of. Phe. Sil.
and Celia. My faire Rosalind. wraps me in a most humo-rous sadnesse. is to haue rich eyes and poore hands.
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Enter Rosalind. and you talke in blanke verse. and happinesse. Iaq. and almost chide God for making you that countenance you are. are abho-minable fellowes. and to haue nothing. I haue neither the Schollers melancholy. Iaq. Those that are in extremity of either. I am so: I doe loue it better then laughing. worse then drunkards. Enter Orlando. Nay then God buy you. Iaq. Why. com-pounded of many simples. neuer come in my sight more. And your experience makes you sad: I had ra-ther haue a foole to make me merrie. and Iaques. Orl. Why then ’tis good to be a poste. disable all the benefits of your owne Countrie: be out of loue with your natiuitie. and to trauaile for it too. Farewell Mounsieur Trauellor: looke you lispe. I haue gain’d my experience. which is fantasticall. where haue you bin all this while? you a louer? and you serue me such another tricke. nor the Courtiers. deere Rosalind. Yes. Why how now Orlando. which is all these: but it is a melancholy of mine owne. and betray themselues to euery mo-derne censure. then experience to make me sad. Orl. Ros. Ros. I prethee. Ros. Iaq. Iaq. which is nice: nor the Louers. Good day. which is emulation: nor the Musitians. Ros. then to haue seene much. or I will scarce thinke you haue swam in a Gundello. extracted from many obiects. pretty youth.Shakespeare: First Folio
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. Iaq. Scena Prima. to see other mens. Ros. let me better acquainted with thee.
Marrie that should you if I were your Mistris. Nay. Ros. you might take oc-casion to kisse: verie good Orators when they are out. and like enough to consent: What would you say to me now. Pardon me deere Rosalind. Orl. and there begins new matter. a better ioyncture I thinke then you make a woman: besides. Of a Snaile? Ros. Ros. Nay. he brings his destinie with him. I take some ioy to say you are. for lacke of matter. lacking (God warne vs) matter. you were better speake first. being before his beloued Mistris? Ros. Orl. Orl. or I should thinke my honestie ranker then my wit.
. Orl. Then in mine owne person. How if the kisse be denide? Ros. but Ile warrant him heart hole. Ros.maker: and my Rosalind is vertuous. because I would be talking of her. What. Ros. Well. they will spit. I would kisse before I spoke.day humor. It pleases him to call you so: but he hath a Rosa-lind of a better leere then you. and I were your verie. in her person. the cleanliest shift is to kisse. And I am your Rosalind. and breake but a part of the thousand part of a minute in the affairs of loue. and when you were grauel’d. Ros. and you be so tardie.45 -
. wooe mee: for now I am in a holy. I die. Vertue is no horne. of my suite? Ros. What’s that? Ros.Shakespeare: First Folio
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will diuide a minute into a thousand parts. Why hornes: w such as you are faine to be be-holding to your wiues for: but he comes armed in his fortune. [R5 Orl. Who could be out. wooe me. and preuents the slander of his wife. and yet out of your suite: Am not I your Rosalind? Orl. come no more in my sight. Cel. I. Orl. Orl. of a Snaile: for though he comes slowly. I say I will not haue you. hee carries his house on his head. Not out of your apparrell. and for louers. I had as liefe be woo’d of a Snaile. Orl. verie Rosalind? Orl. Then she puts you to entreatie. Come. it may be said of him that Cupid hath clapt him oth’ shoulder.
Yes faith will I. yet he did what hee could to die before. I. What saiest thou? Ros. and all. can one desire too much of a good thing: Come sister. Orl. Why then. as fast as she can marrie vs. Then you must say. Cel. I would not haue my right Rosalind of this mind. he would haue liu’d manie a faire yeere though Hero had turn’d Nun.Shakespeare: First Folio
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Ros. Orl. I cannot say the words. I take thee Rosalind for wife. for (good youth) he went but forth to wash him in the Hel-lespont.on dis-position: and aske me what you will. By this hand. Orl. And wilt thou haue me? Ros. Are you not good? Orl. and in all this time there was not anie man died in his owne person (videlicet) in a loue cause: Troilous had his braines dash’d out with a Grecian club. Ros. Ros. and wormes haue eaten them. men haue died from time to time.night. Leander. you shall be the Priest. haue to wife this Ro-salind? Orl. No faith. for I protest her frowne might kill me. I will. was droun’d. Ros. Rosalind. But these are all lies. now I will be your Rosalind in a more comming. and he is one of the patternes of loue. Why now. but when? Orl. it will not kill a flie: but come. I take thee Rosalind for wife. Orl. Orl.46 -
. I hope so. Ros. I. but not for loue. Goe too: wil you Orlando. I might aske you for your Commission. found it was Hero of Cestos. Orl. Now tell me how long you would haue her. fridaies and saterdaies. Ros. and the foolish Chronoclers of that age. You must begin. Then loue me Rosalind. and certainely a Womans thought runs before her actions. I will grant it. Ros. But I doe take thee Orlando for my husband: there’s a girle goes before the Priest. and marrie vs: giue me your hand Orlando: What doe you say sister? Orl. Cel. Ros. die by Attorney: the poore world is almost six thousand yeeres old. will you Orlando. if it had not bin for a hot Midsomer. they are wing’d. and being taken with the crampe. and twentie such. af-ter
. Pray thee marrie vs. So do all thoughts.
the waywarder: make the doores vpon a wo-mans wit. Ros. and ’twill out at the key. By my troth. Orl. Alas. I. wit whether wil’t? Ros. then a Barbary cocke. if you breake one iot of your promise. more new. For euer. by two a clock I will be with thee againe. I will thinke you the most patheticall breake. And what wit could wit haue. For these two houres Rosalinde. sweet Rosalind. vnlesse you take her without her tongue: o that woman that cannot make her fault her husbands occasion. goe your waies: I knew what you would proue. Ros. December when they wed: Maides are May when they are maides. Say a day. Orl. I cannot lacke thee two houres.promise.pidgeon ouer his hen. O but she is wise. more clamorous then a Parrat against raine. Ros. Ros. then a mon-key: I will weepe for nothing. Orl. and by all pretty oathes that are not dange-rous. and it will out at the casement: shut that. But will my Rosalind doe so? Ros. Orl. more giddy in my desires. let her neuer nurse her childe her selfe. till you met your wiues wit going to your neighbours bed. and that when thou art inclin’d to sleepe. and in good earnest. Ros. I wil leaue thee.
. and a day. men are Aprill when they woe. my friends told mee as much. Or else shee could not haue the wit to doe this: the wiser. she will doe as I doe. and so come death: two o’ clocke is your howre. and so God mend mee. I. I must attend the Duke at dinner. Marry to say. like Diana in the Foun-taine. and I thought no lesse: that flattering tongue of yours wonne me: ’tis but one cast away. you might keepe that checke for it. deere loue. A man that had a wife with such a wit.hole: stop that. but the sky chan-ges when they are wiues: I will bee more iealous of thee. Nay. & I wil do that when you are dispos’d to be merry: I will laugh like a Hyen. goe your waies. without the euer: no. she came to seeke you there: you shall neuer take her without her answer. for she will breed it like a foole. he might say.47 -
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you haue possest her? Orl. ’twill flie with the smoake out at the chimney. and the most hollow louer. Orl. no Orlando.fang-led then an ape. By my life. Orl. Orl. to excuse that? Rosa. or come one minute behinde your houre.
that thou didst know how many fathome deepe I am in loue: but it cannot bee sounded: my affection hath an vnknowne bottome.
Scena Secunda. and let time try: adieu. Iaq. Ros. It was a crest ere thou wast borne. Cel. that same wicked Bastard of Venus.prate: [R5v we must haue your doublet and hose pluckt ouer your head. Take thou no scorne to weare the horne. because his owne are out. and borne of madnesse. how deepe I am in loue: ile tell thee Aliena. With no lesse religion. Iaq.
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. Musicke. Cel. Exeunt. Let’s present him to the Duke like a Romane Conquerour.Shakespeare: First Folio
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and the most vnworthy of her you call Rosalinde. I cannot be out of the sight of Orlando: Ile goe finde a shadow. What shall he haue that kild the Deare? His Leather skin. Exit. No. And Ile sleepe. and keep your pro-mise. O coz. Well. Orl. Iaq. so it make noyse enough. conceiu’d of spleene. You haue simply misus’d our sexe in your loue. and it would doe well to set the Deares horns vpon his head. Sing it: ’tis no matter how it bee in tune. that as fast as you poure affection in. that may bee chosen out of the grosse band of the vnfaith-full: therefore beware my censure. Sir. Ros. and hornes to weare: Then sing him home. coz. for a branch of victory. Which is he that killed the Deare? Lord. that blinde rascally boy. Cel. Yes Sir. Forresters. the rest shall beare this burthen. then if thou wert indeed my Rosalind: so adieu. let him bee iudge. it runs out. coz: my pretty little coz. haue you no song Forrester for this purpose? Lord. Or rather bottomlesse.
. Ros. Song. and shew the world what the bird hath done to her owne neast. and sigh till he come.
He hath t’ane his bow and arrowes. Come. but twas her hands: She has a huswiues hand.Shakespeare: First Folio
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Thy fathers father wore it. A stile for challengers: why. beare this. that I lacke manners. My errand is to you. Sil. tis a boysterous and a cruell stile. A freestone coloured hand: I verily did thinke That her old gloues were on. but that’s no matter: I say she neuer did inuent this letter. And turn’d into the extremity of loue. Ros. She calls me proud.49 -
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Scoena Tertia. I warrant you. I protest. Patience her selfe would startle at this letter. Like Turke to Christian: womens gentle braine Could not drop forth such giant rude inuention. as she was writing of it. It beares an angry tenure. and that she could not loue me Were man as rare as Phenix: ’od’s my will. and is gone forth To sleepe: looke who comes heere. with pure loue. Ros. faire youth. And thy father bore it. I know not the contents. Ros.
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. The horne. Phebe did write it. Enter Siluius. well. Sil. Why writes she so to me? well Shepheard. Exeunt. Why. Ros. This is a Letter of your owne deuice. and his hand. she defies me. the lusty horne. Her loue is not the Hare that I doe hunt. How say you now. And play the swaggerer. pardon me. Sure it is hers. come.
Well. Call you this chiding? Cel. by the murmuring streame
. Whether that thy youth and kinde Will the faithfull offer take Of me. Exit. West of this place. Ros. Meaning me a beast. fenc’d about with Oliue. Good morrow. vnlesse thou intreat for her: if you bee a true louer hence. That could do no vengeance to me. Ros. Doe you pitty him? No. Cel.coat. How then might your praiers moue? He that brings this loue to thee. to Shepherd turn’d? That a maidens heart hath burn’d. And then Ile studie how to die.Read. goe your way to her. If the scorne of your bright eine Haue power to raise such loue in mine. (for I see Loue hath made thee a tame snake) and say this to her. She Phebes me: marke how the tyrant writes. in me.Shakespeare: First Folio
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Such Ethiop words. Sil. and all that I can make. for here comes more company. for I neuer heard it yet: Yet heard too much of Phebes crueltie. Sil. Can a woman raile thus? Sil. blacker in their effect Then in their countenance: will you heare the letter? Sil. So please you. Call you this railing? Ros. Or else by him my loue denie. War’st thou with a womans heart? Did you euer heare such railing? Whiles the eye of man did wooe me. he deserues no pitty: wilt thou loue such a woman? what to make thee an in-strument. Alas poore Shepheard. and play false straines vpon thee? not to be en-dur’d. That if she loue me. (if you | know) Where in the Purlews of this Forrest.trees. I did loue. and not a word. Read. Alacke. down in the neighbor bottom The ranke of Oziers.50 -
. Little knowes this Loue in me: And by him seale vp thy minde. what strange effect Would they worke in milde aspect? Whiles you chid me. I charge her to loue thee: if she will not. stands [R6 A sheep. Why. thy godhead laid a part. I will neuer haue her. Enter Oliuer. Oliu. faire ones: pray you. Art thou god.
And to that youth hee calls his Rosalind. Some of my shame. Loe what befell: he threw his eye aside. the house doth keepe it selfe. And marke what obiect did present it selfe Vnder an old Oake. If that an eye may profit by a tongue. I pray you tell it. I am: what must we vnderstand by this? Oli. He left a promise to returne againe Within an houre. Cel. and such yeeres: the boy is faire. nimble in threats approach’d The opening of his mouth: but sodainly Seeing Orlando. vnder which bushes shade A Lyonnesse. about his necke A greene and guilded snake had wreath’d it selfe. to say we are. and where This handkercher was stain’d. O I haue heard him speake of that same brother. with vdders all drawne drie. Orlando did approach the man. and bestowes himselfe Like a ripe sister: the woman low And browner then her brother: are not you The owner of the house I did enquire for? Cel. There’s none within. and pacing through the Forrest. if you will know of me What man I am. Cel.growne with haire Lay sleeping on his back. with catlike watch When that the sleeping man should stirre. Oli. Lay cowching head on ground. Of femall fauour. that doth seeme as dead: This seene. and why. his elder brother. It is no boast. it vnlink’d it selfe.Shakespeare: First Folio
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Left on your right hand. When last the yong Orlando parted from you. and how. Who with her head. And with indented glides. bald with drie antiquitie: A wretched ragged man. He sends this bloudy napkin.
. Oli. brings you to the place: But at this howre. Oli. did slip away Into a bush. Oli. ore. Such garments. being ask’d. for ’tis The royall disposition of that beast To prey on nothing. And he did render him the most vnnaturall That liu’d amongst men. Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancie. Then should I know you by description. are you he? Ros. And found it was his brother. Orlando doth commend him to you both. whose bows were moss’d with age And high top.51 -
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Oli. Committing me vnto my brothers loue. Ros. ’Twas I: but ’tis not I: I doe not shame To tell you what I was. and to giue this napkin Died in this bloud.Shakespeare: First Folio
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For well I know he was vnnaturall. As how I came into that Desert place. sirra. he led me to the gentle Duke. Why how now Ganimed. and purpos’d so: But kindnesse. And cride in fainting vpon Rosalinde. He sent me hither. Cel. Cosen Ganimed. nobler euer then reuenge. Was’t you he rescu’d? Cel.
. Teares our recountments had most kindely bath’d. But for the bloody napkin? Oli. vnto the Shepheard youth. In briefe. sweet Ganimed. Cel. There stript himselfe. And after some small space. But to Orlando: did he leaue him there Food to the suck’d and hungry Lyonnesse? Oli. Cel. Are you his brother? Ros.52 -
. By and by: When from the first to last betwixt vs two. Who gaue me fresh aray. Made him giue battell to the Lyonnesse: Who quickly fell before him. Wee’ll lead you thither: I pray you will you take him by the arme. Cel. Briefe. and heere vpon his arme The Lyonnesse had torne some flesh away. And Nature stronger then his iust occasion. stranger as I am To tell this story. and now he fainted. Ros. I confesse it: Ah. and entertainment. since my conuersion So sweetly tastes. being the thing I am. he recouers. Twice did he turne his backe. I would I were at home. Be of good cheere youth: you a man? You lacke a mans heart. I recouer’d him. Which all this while had bled. Oli. bound vp his wound. I doe so. Was’t you that did so oft contriue to kill him? Oli. Ros. Many will swoon when they do look on bloud. There is more in it. in which hurtling From miserable slumber I awaked. Oli. Who led me instantly vnto his Caue. being strong at heart. a body would thinke this was well counterfei-ted. Ros. that you might excuse His broken promise. Looke. That he in sport doth call his Rosalind.
goe with vs. Ros. Clo. Aud. That will I: for I must beare answere backe How you excuse my brother. God ye good eu’n William.
Actus Quintus. Well then. sir. Counterfeit. Come. Oli. Was’t borne i’th Forrest heere? Will. Good eu’n Audrey. Fiue and twentie Sir. Clow. Will. Will.ho. This was not counterfeit. Scena Prima. A faire name. And good eu’n to you Sir. Ros. you looke paler and paler: pray you draw homewards: good sir. we that haue good wits. Rosalind. that it was a passion of ear-nest. How olde are you Friend? Will.Shakespeare: First Folio
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I pray you tell your brother how well I counterfei-ted: heigh. by [R6v my troth. Ros. for all the olde gentlemans saying. I sir. Cel. Oli. Awdrie. I. I assure you. Faith the Priest was good enough. I thanke God. Awd. I should haue beene a wo-man by right. there is too great te-stimony in your complexion. I shall deuise something: but I pray you com-mend my counterfeiting to him: will you goe? Exeunt. A most wicked Sir Oliuer. there is a youth heere in the Forrest layes claime to you.text. So I doe: but yfaith. But Awdrie. Clo. A ripe age: Is thy name William? Will. haue much to answer for: we shall be flouting: we cannot hold. Clow.
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. take a good heart. I know who ’tis: he hath no interest in mee in the world: here comes the man you meane. patience gen-tle Awdrie. We shall finde a time Awdrie. William. Clo. and counterfeit to be a man. Couer thy head. couer thy head: Nay prethee bee couer’d. Awd. It is meat and drinke to me to see a Clowne. a most vile Mar. Good eu’n gentle friend. Clo.
You do loue this maid? Will. I do now remember a say-ing: The Foole doth thinke he is wise. thy libertie into bondage: I will deale in poy-son with thee. that Grapes were made to eate. Why. but the wiseman knowes himselfe to be a Foole. meaning there-by. by filling the one. that must marrie this woman: Therefore you Clowne. I haue a prettie wit. For it is a figure in Rhetoricke. The Heathen Philoso-pher. To haue. make thee away. No sir. away. leaue the societie: which in the boorish. abandon the society of this Female. Exeunt
. I sir. so. I do sir.Shakespeare: First Folio
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Clo. so. is to haue. abandon: which is in the vulgar. so. I will ore. of this fe-male: which in the common. and lippes to open. Clo. or (to wit) I kill thee. Then learne this of me. or Clowne thou perishest: or to thy better vnderstanding. So. Clo. that drink being powr’d out of a cup into a glasse. Thanke God: A good answer: Art rich? Will. for I am he. Clo. when he had a desire to eate a Grape. very good. Exit Enter Corin.run thee with policie: I will kill thee a hundred and fifty wayes. it is but so. ’Faith sir. is good. thou saist well. very excellent good: and yet it is not. Which he sir? Clo. Our Master and Mistresse seekes you: come a-way. Giue me your hand: Art thou Learned? Will. or in steele: I will bandy with thee in faction. trip Audry. Aud. so: Art thou wise? Will.54 -
. I attend. He sir. Cle. Do good William. Trip Audry. Will. translate thy life in-to death. dyest. For all your Writers do consent. that ipse is hee: now you are not ipse. would open his lips when he put it into his mouth. is woman: which toge-ther. God rest you merry sir. is. Clo. or in bastinado. doth empty the other. therefore trem-ble and depart. is companie. Will. I attend. Cor.
and greater wonders then that. Ros. Ros. that on so little acquaintance you should like her? that. you should loue her? And louing woo? and wooing. I. for looke you. but the sight of two Rammes. the pouertie of her. and ouercome.55 -
. but they sigh’d: no sooner sigh’d but they ask’d one another the reason: no sooner knew the reason. For your brother. I know where you are: nay. O. I loue Aliena: say with her. tis true: there was neuer any thing so sodaine. and all the reuennew. and Cesars Thrasonicall bragge of I came. Orl. which they will climbe incontinent. the small acquaintance. Enter Rosalind. but they look’d: no sooner look’d. And you faire sister. consent with both. Orl. They shall be married to morrow: and I will
. they are in the verie wrath of loue. that we may enioy each other: it shall be to your good: for my fathers house. Ol. saw. no soo-ner met. Is’t possible. Neither call the giddinesse of it in question. Ros. God saue you brother. nor sodaine consenting: but say with mee. and prepare Aliena. Orl. my sodaine wo-ing. that she loues mee. Did your brother tell you how I counterfeyted to sound. Wounded it is. You haue my consent. Ros. Heere comes my Rosalinde. Ros. Let your Wedding be to morrow: thither will I Inuite the Duke. Clubbes cannot part them. but they lou’d. but with the eyes of a Lady. and my sister. or else bee inconti-nent before marriage. Oh my deere Orlando. but they sought the remedie: and in these degrees.
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Scoena Secunda. and they will together. but seeing. that was old Sir Rowlands will I estate vpon you. how it greeues me to see thee weare thy heart in a scarfe. haue they made a paire of staires to marriage. I thought thy heart had beene wounded with the clawes of a Lion. and heere liue and die a Shepherd.
I care not if I haue: it is my studie To seeme despightfull and vngentle to you: you are there followed by a faithful shepheard. Why then to morrow. bid your friends: for if you will be married to mor-row. If you do loue Rosalinde so neere the hart. as your gesture cries it out: when your brother marries Aliena. and without any danger. though I say I am a Magitian: Therefore put you in your best a-ray. if it appeare not inconuenient to you. Youth. Sil. Ros. and a louer of hers. here comes a Louer of mine. most profound in his Art. that I can do strange things: I haue since I was three yeare old conuerst with a Magitian. Ros. Phe. To shew the letter that I writ to you. if you please. And I for no woman. And I for Ganimed. Good shepheard. I can liue no longer by thinking. you haue done me much vngentlenesse. Phe. And so am I for Phebe. and not to grace me. Looke vpon him. Orl. which I tender deerly. by how much I shal thinke my bro-ther happie.
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bid the Duke to the Nuptiall. Know of me then (for now I speake to some pur-pose) that I know you are a Gentleman of good conceit: I speake not this.
And I for no woman. and you shall bee married to mor-row. 1. Orl. To morrow is the ioyfull day Audrey. Phe.
Scoena Tertia. Exeunt. Orl. why blame you me to loue you? Ros. Phe. If this be so. that is not heere. all obseruance: And so am I for Phebe.Pa. Ile meet: so fare you wel: I haue left you com-mands. if what pleases you contents you. all triall. dutie. and impatience.
. Wel met honest Gentleman. why blame you me to loue you? Sil. Sil. sit i’th middle. Phe. Pray you no more of this. All adoration. I do desire it with all my heart: and I hope it is no dishonest desire. and a song. Enter two Pages. as you loue Phebe meet. if euer I marrie Wo-man. sit. All puritie. Orl.Pa. If this be so. ’tis like the howling of Irish Wolues against the Moone: I will helpe you if I can: I would loue you if I could: To morrow meet me altogether: I wil marrie you. All made of passion. Nor I. all patience. And so am I for no woman. and as I loue no woman. Orl. Ile not faile. and obseruance. By my troth well met: come. if euer I satisfi’d man. nor doth not heare. Why do you speake too. It is to be all made of fantasie. Why blame you mee to loue you. and Ile be married to morrow: I will satisfie you. I wil content you. Sil. why blame you me to loue you? Orl. to desire to be a woman of y world? Heere come two of the banish’d Dukes Pages. If this be so. To her. Nor I.Shakespeare: First Folio
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Scena Quarta. I sometimes do beleeue. or spitting. Siluius. & Phebe. Patience once more. Come Audrie. & a hey nonino: These prettie Country folks would lie. It was a Louer. we lost not our time. Shal we clap into’t roundly. In spring time. you are deceiu’d Sir. Celia. yet y note was very vntunable 1. With a hey and a ho. which are the onely prologues to a bad voice.58 -
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1. In spring time. &c. Song. For loue is crowned with the prime. Iaques. hey ding a ding. Clo. Enter Rosalinde. and both in a tune like two gipsies on a horse. You wil bestow her on Orlando heere?
. the onely pretty rang time. whiles our co[m]pact is vrg’d: You say. and know they feare. Ros. Clo. In the spring time. and a hey nonino.Pa. When Birds do sing. Du. and somtimes do not.Pa. Sweet Louers loue the spring. & a ho. and his lasse. &c. Orlan-do. By my troth yes: I count it but time lost to heare such a foolish song. & a hey nonino: How that a life was but a Flower. And therefore take the present time. In spring time. 2. Amyens. This Carroll they began that houre. Oliuer. and a ho. and a ho. Betweene the acres of the Rie. Exeunt.
Phe. You yours Orlando. If any man doubt that. that you’l marrie her If she refuse me. and from hence I go To make these doubts all euen. Ros. Clo. the first time that I euer saw him. Ros. That will I. were both one thing.Se. Phe. Orl. How seuenth cause? Good my Lord. I do remember in this shepheard boy. Iaq. Enter Clowne and Audrey. Or else refusing me to wed this shepheard: Keepe your word Siluius. O Duke.Shakespeare: First Folio
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Du. Whom he reports to be a great Magitian. Iaq. Iaq. You say that you’l haue Phebe if she will. that you’l marrie me. And hath bin tutor’d in the rudiments Of many desperate studies. should I die the houre after. you’l marrie me. And you say you wil haue her. Some liuely touches of my daughters fauour. are call’d Fooles. I haue had foure quarrels. when I bring hir? Orl. I haue flattred a Lady. Me thought he was a brother to your daughter: But my good Lord. to receiue his daughter: Keepe you your word Phebe.59 -
. I haue vndone three Tailors. and like to haue fought one. that I haue so often met in the Forrest: he hath bin a Courtier he sweares. My Lord.minded Gentleman. You’l giue your selfe to this most faithfull Shepheard. Obscured in the circle of this Forrest. like this
. and found the quarrel was vpon the seuenth cause. And how was that tane vp? Clo. Du. which in all tongues. Ros. and Celia. So is the bargaine. and these couples are comming to the Arke. Iaq. There is sure another flood toward. Salutation and greeting to you all. if I be willing. That would I. Exit Ros. I haue promis’d to make all this matter euen: Keepe you your word. Sil. You say. bid him welcome: This is the Motley. Clo. this Boy is Forrest borne. were I of all kingdomes King. by his vnckle. Here comes a payre of verie strange beasts. let him put mee to my purgation. smooth with mine enemie. had I kingdoms to giue with hir. Though to haue her and death. to giue your daughter. I haue trod a measure. [S1v Ros. That would I. ’Faith we met. Ros. But if you do refuse to marrie me. Good my Lord.Sen. I haue bin politicke with my friend.
but when the parties were met themselues. if I said his beard was not cut well. in a poore house. But for the seuenth cause. one of them thought but of an If. but mine owne. I durst go no further then the lye circumstantial: nor he durst not giue me the lye direct: and so wee mea-sur’d swords. O sir.Se. and sententious Clo. God’ild you sir. amongst the rest of the Country copulatiues to sweare. the Lye with circumstance: the sea-uenth. the reply Churlish: the fourth.checke quarrelsome: and so to lye circumstantiall. Iaq. as if you saide so. Vpon a lye. he wold say. the Reproofe valiant: the fift. he wold send me word he cut it to please himselfe: this is call’d the quip modest. Clo. the Retort courteous: the second. Du. he would answer I spake not true: this is call’d the reproofe valiant. Can you nominate in order now. By my faith. If againe it was not well cut. Iaq. according as mariage binds and blood breakes: a poore virgin sir. Your If. and such dulcet diseases. the Lye direct: all these you may auoyd. If againe. If againe.modest: the third. as your Pearle in your foule oy-ster. it was not well cut. it was not well cut. and to forsweare. a poore humour of mine sir.Se. seuen times remoued: (beare your bodie more seeming Audry) as thus sir: I did dislike the cut of a certaine Courtiers beard: he sent me word. with an If. According to the fooles bolt sir. by the booke: as you haue bookes for good manners: I will name you the de-grees. the Quip. I knew when seuen Iustices could not take vp a Quarrell. Iaq.fauor’d thing sir. he disabled my iudgment: this is called. it was not well cut. he is very swift. is
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. then I saide so: and they shooke hands. If I sent him word againe. And how oft did you say his beard was not well cut? Clo. we quarrel in print. and the lye direct. but the Lye direct: and you may auoide that too. I like him very well. Clo. The first. an il. and parted. How did you finde the quarrell on the seuenth cause? Clo.Shakespeare: First Folio
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fellow. and swore brothers. hee was in the minde it was: this is call’d the retort courteous. the reply churlish. I lie: this is call’d the counter. Du. the degrees of the lye. I desire you of the like: I presse in heere sir.
Whose heart within his bosome is. and these things finish. Iaq. God of euerie Towne. if you be not shee. no crosse shall part. Yea brought her hether. and Celia. why then my loue adieu Ros. Peace hoa: I barre confusion. Phe. if you be not he: Nor ne’re wed woman. Ile haue no Father. are hart in hart: You. Wedding is great Iunos crowne. Du. Hymen.
. Enter Hymen. Du. If there be truth in sight. You and you. When earthly things made eauen attone together.Shakespeare: First Folio
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.maker: much vertue in if. Is not this a rare fellow my Lord? He’s as good at any thing. Good Duke receiue thy daughter. O blessed bond of boord and bed: ’Tis Hymen peoples euerie towne. If truth holds true contents. Orl. wonder may diminish How thus we met.Se. you are my daughter. Feede your selues with questioning: That reason. Hy. high honor and renowne To Hymen. Song. To you I giue my selfe. you are my Rosalind. Or haue a Woman to your Lord. Ros. Rosalind. High wedlock then be honored: Honor. Then is there mirth in heauen. are sure together. for I am yours.horse. As the Winter to fowle Weather: Whiles a Wedlocke Hymne we sing. To you I giue my selfe. Hymen from Heauen brought her. He vses his folly like a stalking.Se. ’Tis I must make conclusion Of these most strange euents: Here’s eight that must take hands. to his loue must accord. and vn-der the presentation of that he shoots his wit. That thou mightst ioyne his hand with his. You and you. for I am yours. Still Musicke. If there be truth in sight.
[S2 Phe. euery of this happie number That haue endur’d shrew’d daies. That bring these tidings to this faire assembly. I do engage my life. Iaq. and put him to the sword: And to the skirts of this wilde Wood he came. and well. let vs do those ends That heere were well begun. now thou art mine. and wel begot: And after. The Duke hath put on a Religious life. you to a loue. Sir. and you Brides and Bride. And fall into our Rusticke Reuelrie: Play Musicke.62 -
. 2. Welcome yong man: Thou offer’st fairely to thy brothers wedding: To one his lands with. was conuerted Both from his enterprize. that your true faith doth merit: you to your land. 2. in no lesse degree. and loue. Let me haue audience for a word or two: I am the second sonne of old Sir Rowland. purposely to take His brother heere.groomes all. welcome thou art to me. Addrest a mightie power. Iaq. my fancie to thee doth combine. a potent Dukedome. Enter Second Brother. According to the measure of their states. And throwne into neglect the pompous Court. well deserues it. and from the world: His crowne bequeathing to his banish’d Brother. Meane time. I wil not eate my word. Duke Frederick hearing how that euerie day Men of great worth resorted to this forrest. by your patience: if I heard you rightly.Se. I bequeath your patience. Du. Thy faith. to’th Measures fall.Bro. and nights with vs. Shal share the good of our returned fortune. Euen daughter welcome. and learn’d: you to your former Honor.Shakespeare: First Folio
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Du. which were on foote In his owne conduct. Where. O my deere Neece. and to the other A land it selfe at large. He hath. This to be true. And all their Lands restor’d to him againe That were with him exil’d.Se. First. To him will I: out of these conuertites. in this Forrest. With measure heap’d in ioy.held. There is much matter to be heard. and great allies: you to a long.falne dignitie. forget this new.Bro. After some question with him. meeting with an old Religious man. and your vertue.deserued bed:
Exit. My way is to coniure you. they’l end in true delights. ’tis true. To see no pastime. therefore to begge will not become mee. that a good play needes no Epilogue. as many as haue good beards. I: what you would haue. Iaq. and the women. As we do trust. then to see the Lord the Prologue. when I make curt’sie. as please you: And I charge you (O men) for the loue you beare to women (as I perceiue by your simpring. If I were a Wo-man. and breaths that I defi’de not: And I am sure.63 -
FINIS. stay.Se. As you Like it. I am for other. Stay. that am neither a good Epi-logue. Exit. proceed: wee’l begin these rights. or sweet breaths. Du. It is not the fashion to see the Ladie the Epi-logue: but it is no more vnhandsome. then for dancing meazures. Exit Ros.Shakespeare: First Folio
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And you to wrangling. Ile stay to know. Proceed. nor cannot insinuate with you in the behalfe of a good play? I am not furnish’d like a Begger. I charge you (O women) for the loue you beare to men. complexions that lik’d me. Iaques. Yet to good wine they do vse good bushes: and good playes proue the better by the helpe of good Epilogues: What a case am I in then. Du. I would kisse as many of you as had beards that pleas’d me. none of you hates them) that betweene you. to like as much of this Play.Se. If it be true. and Ile begin with the Women.
. that good wine needs no bush. or good faces. the play may please. bid me farewell. for thy louing voyage Is but for two moneths victuall’d: So to your pleasures. at your abandon’d caue. will for my kind offer.