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Your brother---(no, no brother; yet the son- man's apparel, and to cry like a woman : but I must
Cel. I pray you, bear with me; I cannot go no And you withm it: if he fail of that,
further. He will have other means to cut you off :
Touch. For my part, I had rather bear with you, I overheard him, and his practices.
than bear you: yet I should bear no cross,3 if I did This is no place, this house is but a butchery; bear you; for, I think, you have no money in your Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it.
purse. Orl. Why, whither, Adam, would'st thou have Ros. Well, this is the forest of Arden. me go?
Touch. Ay, now am I in Arden : the more fool Adam. No matter whither, so you come not here. I; when I was at home, I was in a better place; Orl. What, would'st thou have me go and beg|but travellers must be content.
Ros. Ay, be go, good Touchstone :-Look you Or, with a base and boisterous sword, enforce who comes here ; a young man, and an old, in A thievish living on the common road?
solemn talk. This I must do, or know not what to do:
Enter Corin and Silvius.
Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you still. Of a diverted blood, and bloody brother.
Sil. O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love her! Adam. But do not so: I have five hundred Cor. I partly guess ; for I have lov'd ere now. crowns,
Sil. No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess; The thrifty hire Í sav'd under your father, Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover Which I did store, to be my foster-nurse, As ever sigh'd upon a midnight pillow : When service should in my old limbs lie lame, But if thy love were ever like to mine And unregarded age in corners thrown; (As sure I think did never man love so,) Take that : and He that doth the ravens feed, How many actions most ridiculous Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,
Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy? Be comfort to my age! Here is the gold ;
Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten. All this I give you : Let me be your servant ; Sil. O, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily: Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty : If thou remember'st not the slightest folly For in my youth I never did apply
That ever love did make thee run into,
Thou hast not lov'd :
Thou hast not lov'd;
Or if thou hast not broke from company, I'll do the service of a younger man
Abruptly, as my passion now makes me, In all your business and necessities.
Thou hast not lov'd :-0 Phebe, Phebe, Phebe ! Orł. O good old man ; how well in thee appears
[Erit Silvius. The constant service of the antique world, Ros. Alas, poor shepherd ! searching of thy When service sweat for duty, not for meed!
wound, Thou art not for the fashion of these times, I have by hard adventure found mine own. Where none will sweat, but for promotion ; Touch. And I mine : I remember, when I was And having that, do choke their service up in love, I broke my sword upon a stone, and bid Even with the having : it is not so with thee. him take that for coming anight to Jane Smile : But, poor old man, thou prun'st a rotten tree, and I remember the kissing of her batlet, and the That cannot so much as a blossom yield,
cow's dugs that her pretty chop'd hands had milk'd: In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry :
and I remember the wooing of a peascod instead But come thy ways, we'll go along together ; of her ; from whom I took two cods, and giving And ere we have thy youthful wages spent, her them again, said with weeping tears, Wear We'll light upon some settled low content. these for my sake. We, that are true lovers, run
Adam. Master, go on; and I will follow thee, || into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty. so is all nature in love mortal in folly From seventeen years till now almost fourscore Ros. Thou speak’st wiser, than thou art 'ware of. Here lived I, but now live here no more.
Touch. Nay, I shall ne'er be 'ware of mine own At seventeen years many their fortunes seek; wit, till I break my shins against it. But at fourscore, it is too late a week;
Ros. Jove ! Jove! this shepherd's passion Yet fortune cannot recompense me better,
Is much upon my fashion. Than to die well, and not my master's debtor. Touch. Andmine; but it grows something stale
with me. SCENE IV.-The Forest of Arden. Enter
Cel. I pray you, one of you question yond man, Rosalind in boy's clothes, Celia drest like a
If he for gold will give us any food;
I faint almost to death. Shepherdess, and Touchstone.
Touch. Holla ; you, clown! Ros. O Jupiter ! how weary are my spirits ! Ros. Peace, fool ; he's not thy kinsman. Touch. I care not for my spirits, if my legs were
Cor. Who calls ? not weary.
Touch. Your betters, sir. Ros. I could find in my heart to disgrace my Cor. Else are they very wretched. (1) Mansion, residence.
(4) In the night. (2) Blood turned from its natural course. (5) The instrument with which washers beat (3) A piece of money stamped with a cross. clothes.
Peace, I say :
-Corne, sing; and you that will not, hold your Good even to you, friend.
Ros. I prythee, shepherd, if that love, or gold, while; the duke will drink under this tree :-he
as many matters as he; but I give heaven thanks, Cor.
Fair sir, I pity ber, and make no boast of them. Come, warble, come.
Who doth ambition shun, (All together here.
And loves to live i' the sun, My master is of churlish disposition,
Seeking the food he eats, And little recksl to find the way to heaven
And pleas'd with what he gets, By doing deeds of hospitality :
Come hither, come hither, come hither ;
Here shall he see
But winter and rough weather.
Jaq. Thus it goes:
If it do come to pass, erewhile, That little cares for buying any thing.
That any man turn ass, Ros. I pray thee, if it stand with honesty,
Leaving his wealth and ease,
A stubborn will to please, Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the flock,
Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame ; And thou shalt have to pay for it of us.
Here shall he see, Cel. And we will mend thy wages: I like this
Gross fools as he,
An if he will come to Ami.
Ami. What's that ducdime?
Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a The soil, the profit, and this kind of life, circle. I'll go sleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail I will your very faithful feeder be,
against all the first-born of Egypt. And buy it with your gold right suddenly. (Exe. Ami. And I'll go seek the duke; his banquet is
(Exeunt severally. SCENEV.-The same. Enter Amiens, Jaques, SCENE VI.—The same. Enter Orlando and and others.
Adam. Dear master, I can go no further: 0, I
die for food! Here lie I down, and measure out my Who loves to lie with me,
grave. Farewell, kind master.
Orl. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart
in thee? Live a little ; comfort a little; cheer thyCome hither, come hither, come hither; self a little: If this uncouth forest yield any thing Here shall he see
savage, I will either be food for it, or bring it for
food to thee. Thy conceit is nearer death than But winter and rough weather.
thy powers. For my sake, be comfortable ; bold Jaq. More, more, I prythee, more.
death a while at the arm's end : I will here be with Ami. It will make you melancholy, monsieur thee presently; and if I bring thee not something Jaques.
to eat, I'll give thee leave to die: but if thou diest Jaq. I thank it. More, I prythee, more. I can before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. suck melancholy out of a song, as a weazel sucks Well said ! thou look'st cheerly: and I'll be with eggs : More, I prythee, more.
thee quickly.--Yet thou liest in the bleak air : Ami. My voice is ragged ;? I know, I cannot Come, I will bear thee to some shelter ; and thou please you.
shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any Jaq. I do not desire you to please me, I do desire thing in this desert. Cheerly, good Adam! (Exe. you to sing : Come, more; another stanza; Call you them stanzas?
SCENE VII.-The same. A table set out. En. Ami. What you will, monsieur Jaques.
ter Duke senior, Amiens, Lords, and others. Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names; they owe Duke S. I think he be transform'd into a beast; me nothing : Will you sing?
For I can no where find him like a man. Ami. More at your request, than to please myself.
1 Lord. My lord, he is but even now gone hence; Jag. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll Here was he'merry, hearing of a song. thank you : but that they call compliment, is like Duke S. If he, compact of jars, 4 grow musical, the encounter of two dog-apes; and when a man We shall have shortly discord in the spheres :thanks me heartily, methinks I have given him a Go, seek him; tell him, I would speak with him. penny, and he records me the beggarly thanks.
Enter Jaques. (1) Cares.
1 Lord. He saves my labour by his own approach. (2) Ragged and rugged had formerly the same meaning
(3) Disputatious. (4) Made up of discords.
Duke S. Why, how now, monsieur ! what a life | The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders? is this,
Who can come in, and say, that I mean her, That your poor friends must woo your company? When such a one as she, such is her neighbour? What? you look merrily.
Or what is he of basest function,
(Thinking that I mean him,) but therein suits As I do live by food, I met a fool ;
His folly to the mettle of my speech? Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun, There then; How, what then? Let me see wherein And rail'd on lady Fortune in good terms, My tongue hath wrong'd him : if it do him right, In good set terms,--and yet a motley fool. Then he hath wrong'd himself; if he be free, Good-morrow, fool, quoth I: No, sir, quoth he, Why then, my taxing like a wild goose flies, Call me not fool, till heaven hath sent me fortune : Unclaim'd of any man.-But who comes here? And then he drew a dial from his poke; And looking on it with lack-lustre eye,
Enter Orlando, with his sword drawn. Says, very wisely, It is ten o'clock :
Orl. Forbear, and eat no more. Thus may we see, quoth he, how the world wags :
Why, I have eat none yet. 'Tis but an hour ago, since it was nine ;
Orl. Nor shalt not, till necessity be serv'd. And after an hour more, 'twill be eleven ;
Jaq. Of what kind should this cock come of? And so, from hour to hour, we ripe, and ripe, Duke S. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy And then, from hour to hour, we rot, and rot,
distress; And thereby hangs a tale. When I did hear Or else a rude despiser of good manners, The motley fool thus moral on the time,
That in civility thou seem'st so empty? My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,
Orl. You touch'd my vein at first; the thorny That fools should be so deep-contemplative;
point And I did laugh, sans intermission,
Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show An hour by his dial. -O noble fool!
Of smooth civility : yet am I inland bred,3 A worthy fool! Motley's the only wear.' And know some nurture :4 But forbear, I say ; Duke S. What fool is this?
He dies, that touches any of this fruit, Jaq. O worthy fool !-One that hath been a Till I and my affairs are answered. courtier;
Jaq. An you will not be answered with reason, And says, if ladies be but young, and fair, I must die. They have the gift to know it: and in his brain, Duke S. What would you have? Your gentleWhich is as dry as the remainder bisket
ness shall force, After a voyage,-- he hath strange places cramm'a More than your force move us to gentleness. With observation, the which he vents
Orl. I almost die for food, and let me have it. In mangled forms :-), that I were a fool! Duke S. Sit down and feed, welcome to our I am ambitious for a motley coat.
table. Duke S. Thou shalt have one.
Orl. Speak you so gently? Pardon me, I pray Jaq. It is my only suit;
you : Provided, that you weed your better judgments I thought that all things had been savage here; Of all opinion that grows rank in them,
And therefore put I on the countenance That I am wise. I must have liberty
Of stern commandment : But whate'er you are, Withal, as large a charter as the wind,
That in this desert inaccessible, To blow on whom I please; for so fools have: Under the shade of melancholy boughs, And they that are most galled with my folly, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; They most must laugh: Ănd why, sir, must they so? | If ever you have look'd on better days; The why is plain as way to parish church : If ever been where bells have knolld to church; He, that a fool doth very wisely hit,
If ever sat at any good man's feast; Doth very foolishly, although he smart,
If ever from your eye-lids wip'd a tear, Not to seem senseless of the bob: if not,
And know what 'tis to pity, and be pitied; The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd
Let gentleness my strong enforcement be: Even by the squandering glances of the fool. In the which hope, I blush, and hide my sword. Invest me in my motley; give me leave
Duke S. True is it that we have seen better To speak my mind, and I will through and through days; Cleanse the foul body of the infected world, And have with holy bell been knotl'd to church; If they will patiently receive my medicine. And sat at good men's feasts ; and wip'd our eyes Drike S. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou of drops that sacred pity hath engender'd: would'st do.
And therefore sit you down in gentleness, Jaq: What, for a counter, would I do, but good? And take upon command what help we have,
Duke S. Most mischievous foul sin, in chiding sin: That to your wanting may be ministred. For thou thyself hast been a libertine,
Orl. Then, but forbear your food a little while, As sensual as the brutish sting itself;
Whiles, like a doe, I go to find my fawn, And all the embossed sores, and headed evils And give it food. There is an old poor man, That thou with license of free foot hast caught, Who after me hath many a weary step Would'st thou disgorge into the general world. Limp'd in pure love; till he be first suffic'd,– Jaq. Why, who cries out on pride,
Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger, That can therein tax any private party?
I will not touch a bit. Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea,
Go find him out, Till that the very very means do ebb?
And we will nothing waste till you return. What woman in the city do I name,
Orl. I thank ye; and be blessed for your good When that I say, The city-woman bears
(Exit. (1) The fool was anciently dressed in a party, (2) Finery. (3) Well brought up. coloured coat.
(4) Good manners
Duke S. Thou seest, we are not all alone un || As you have whisper'd faithfully, you were ; happy :
And as mine eye doth his effigies witness This wide and universal theatre
Most truly limn'd, and living in your face, Presents more woful pageants than the scene Be truly welcome hither: I am the duke, Wherein we play in.
That lor'd your father: The residue of your fortune,
All the world's a stage, Go to my cave and tell me.--- Good old man,
Duke F. Not see him since? Sir, sir, that can-
not be : Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth : And then, the justice ; I should not seek an absent argument
But were I not the better part made mercy, In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd,
Of my revenge, thou present: But look to it; With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Find out thy brother, wheresoe'er he is; Full of wise saws and modern2 instances,
Seek him with candle; bring him dead or living, And so he plays his part: The sixth age shifts Within this twelvemonth, or turn thou no more Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon;
To seek a living in our territory. With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ;
Thy lands, and all things that thou dost call thine, His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide
Worth seizure, do we seize into our bands :
Till thou canst quit thee by thy brother's mouth,
Oli. O, that your highness knew my heart in this!
I never lor'd my brother in my life. Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ;
Duke F. More villain thou.—Well, push him Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
out of doors;
Do this expediently, and turn him going. (Exe.
SCENE II.-The Forest. Enter Orlando, with
a paper. I scarce can speak to thank you for myself. Orl. Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love :
Duke S. Welcome, fall to: will not trouble you And, thou, thrice-crowned queen of night, survey As yet, to question you about your fortunes :- With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above, Give us some music; and, good cousin, sing. Thy buntress' name, that my full life doth sway. Amiens sings.
O Rosalind! these trees shall be my books,
And in their barks my thoughts I'll character;
That every eye, which in this forest looks,
Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where.
Run, run, Orlando; carve, on every tree,
The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. (Exit.
Enter Corin and Touchstone.
Cor. And how like you this shepherd's life, mas-
Touch. Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere|| life, it is naught. In respect that it is solitary, I
folly: Then, heigh, ho, the holly!
like it very well; but in respect that it is private, This life is most jolly.
it is a very vile life. Now in respect it is in the
fields, it pleaseth me well; but in respect it is not II.
in the court, it is tedious. As it is a spare life, Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
look you, it fits my humour well; but as there is no
Hast thou any philosophy in thee, shepherd ?
Cor. No more, but that I know, the more one Thy sting is not so sharp
sickens, the worse at ease he is; and that he that As friend remember'd 4 not.
wants money, means, and content, is without three Heigh, ho! sing, heigh, ho! &C.
good friends : -That the property of rain is to wet,
and fire to burn : That good pasture makes fat Duke §. If that you were the good sir Row- sheep; and that a great cause of the night, is lack land's son,
of the sun : That he, that hath learned no wit by (1) Violent. (2) Trite, common. (5) Seize by legal process. (6) Expeditiously. (3) Unnatural. (4) Remembering
That dost not bite so nigh,
As benefits forgot :
nature nor art, may complain of good breeding, or dinners, and suppers, and sleeping hours excepted : comes of a very dull kindred.
it is the right butter-woman's rank to market. Touch. Such a one is a natural philosopher.- Ros. Out, fool! Wast ever in court, shepherd ?
Touch. For a taste :Cor. No, truly
If a hart do lack a hind, Touch. Then thou art damn'd.
Let him seek out Rosalind. Cor. Nay, I hope,
If the cat will after kind, Touch. Truly, thou art damn'd; like an ill
So, be sure, will Rosalind. roasted egg, all on one side.
Winter-garments must be lind, Cor. For not being at court? Your reason.
So must slender Rosalind. Touch. Why, if thou never wast at court, thou
They that reap, must sheaf and bind; never saw'st good manners; if thou never saw'st
Then to cart with Rosalind. good manners, then thy manners must be wicked;
Sweetest nut hath sourest rind, and wickedness is sin, and sin is damnation : Thou
Such a nut is Rosalind, art in a parlous state, shepherd.
He that sweetest rose will find, Cor. Not a whit, Touchstone: those, that are good manners, at the court, are as ridiculous in the This is the very false gallop of verses; Why do
Must find love's prick, and Rosalind. country, as the behaviour of the country is most mockable at the court.
you infect yourself with them? You told me, you salute
Ros. Peace, you dull fool; I found them on a tree. not at the court, but you kiss your hands; that courtesy would be uncleanly, if courtiers were
Touch. Truly, the tree yields bad fruit. shepherds.
Ros. I'll graff it with you, and then I shall graff
it with a medlar: then it will be the earliest fruit Touch. Instance, briefly; come, instance.
in the country : for you'll be rotten e'er you be half Cor. Why, we are still handling our ewes ; and || ripe, and that's the right virtue of the medlar, their fells, you know, are greasy.
Touch. You have said ; but whether wisely or Touch. Why, do not your courtier's hands
let the forest judge. gweat? and is not the grease of a mution as wholesome as the sweat of a man? Shallow, shallow : A
Enter Celia, reading a paper. better instance, I say; come.
Here comes my sister, reading ; stand aside.
Cel. Why should this desert silent be?
For it is unpeopled? No; Cor. And they are often tarr'd over with the
Tongues I'll hang on every tree, surgery of our sheep ; And would you have us kiss tar? The courtier's hands are perfumed with civet.
That shall civil4 sayings show. Touch. Most shallow man! Thou worms-meat,
Some, how brief the life of man
Runs his erring pilgrimage ; in respect of a good piece of flesh: Indeed Learn of the wise, and perpend : Civet is of a
That the stretching of a span
Buckles in his sum of age. baser birth than tar; the very uncleanly flux of a cat. Mend the instance, shepherd.
Some, of violated vous Cor. You have too courtly a wit for me; I'll rest.
'Twixt the souls of friend and friend :
But Touch. Wilt thou rest damn'd? God help thee,
upon the fairest boughs, shallow man! God make incision in thee! thou art
Or at every sentence' end, raw.
Will I Rosalinda wrile; Cor. Sir, I am a true labourer; I earn that I
Teaching all that read, to know eat, get that I wear; owe no man hate, envy no
The quintessence of every sprite
Heaven would in little show. man's happiness; glad of other men's good, content with my harm : and the greatest of my pride
Therefore heaven nature charg'd is, to see my ewes graze, and my lambs suck.
That one body should be fill'd Touch. That is another simple sin in you; to
With all graces wide enlarg'd:
Nature presently distilld bring the ewes and the rams together, and to offer
Helen's cheek, but not her heart; to get your living by the copulation of cattle : to be bawd to a bell-wether; and to betray a she
Cleopatra's majesty ;
Atalanta's better part; lamb of a twelvemonth, to a crooked-pated, old, cuckoldly ram, out of all reasonable match. If
Sad Lucretia's modesty. thou be'st not damn'd for this, the devil himself
Thus Rosalind of many parts will have no shepherds ; I cannot see else how
By heavenly synod was devis'd; thou should'st 'scape.
Of many faces, eyes, and hearts, Cor. Here comes young master Ganymede, my
To have the touchess dearest priz'd. new mistress's brother.
Heaven would that she these gifts should have,
And I to live and die her slave.
Ros. O most gentle Jupiter !-what tedious hoRos. From the east to western Ind,
mily of love have you wearied your parishioners No jewel is like Rosalind.
withal, and never cry'd, Have patience, good Her worth, being mounted on the wind,
off a little :--Go with bim, sirrah.
Touch. Come, shepherd, let us make an honour
able retreat; though not with bag and baggage, yet But the fairs of Rosalind. Touch. I'll rhyme you so, eight years together ;
with scrip and scrippage. (Exe. Cor. and Touch.
Cel. Didst thou hear these verses?
Ros. O, yes, I heard them all, and more too ; (1) Unexperienced. (2) Delineated. (3) Complexion, beauty. (4) Grave, solemn.