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Orl. Then, in mine own person, I die. || stop that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the
Ros. No, faith, die by attorney. The poor world || chimney. is almost six thousand years old, and in all this Orl. A man that had a wife with such a wit, he time there was not any man died in his own person, might say,–Wit, whither wilt? videlicet, in a love-cause. Troilus had his brains Ros. Nay, you might keep that check for it, till dashed out with a Grecian club; yet he did what you met your wife's wit going to your neighbour's he could to die before ; and he is one of the pat. bed. terns of love. Leander, he would have lived many Orl. And what wit could wit have to excuse that? a fair year, though Hero had turned nun, if it had
Ros. Marry, to say, -she came to seek you there. not been for a hot midsummer night : for, good You shall never take her without her answer, unyouth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hel- less you take her without her tongue. O, that lespont, and, being taken with the cramp, was woman that cannot make her fault her husband's drowned; and the foolish chroniclers of that age occasion, let her never nurse her child herself, for found it was-Hero of Sestos. But these are all she will breed it like a fool. lies; men have died from time to time, and wortus Orl. For these two hours, Rosalind, I will leave have eaten them, but not for love.
thee. Orl. I would not have my right Rosalind of this Ros. Alas, dear love, I cannot lack thee two mind; for, I protest, her frown might kill me. hours.
Ros. By this hand, it will not kill a fly. But Orl. I must attend the duke at dinner; by two come, now I will be your Rosalind in a more o'clock I will be with thee again. coming-on disposition; and ask me what you will, Ros. Ay, go your ways, go your ways;-I knew I will grant it.
what you would prove; my friends told me as Orl. Then love me, Rosalind.
much, and I thought no less :-that flattering tongue Ros. Yes, faith will I, Fridays, and Saturdays, ||of yours won me :-'tis but one cast away, and and all.
so, -come, death. Two o'clock is your hour? Orl. And wilt thou have me?
Orl. Ay, sweet Rosalind. Ros. Ay, and twenty such.
Ros. By my troth, and in good earnest, and so Orl. What say'st thou?
God mend me, and by all pretty oaths that are not Ros. Are you not good ?
dangerous, if you break one jot of your promise, Orl. I hope so.
or come one minute behind your hour, I will think Ros. Why then, can one desire too much of a you the most pathetical break-promise, and the good thing -Come, sister, you shall be the priest, | most hollow lover, and the most unworthy of her and marry us.--Give me your hand, Orlando :- you call Rosalind, that may be chosen out of the What do you say, sister?
gross band of the unfaithful: therefore beware my Orl. Pray thee, marry us.
censure, and keep your promise. Cd. I cannot say the words.
Orl. With no less religion, than if thou wert inRos. You must begin,- -Will you, Orlando, deed my Rosalind : So, adieu. Cel. Go to S
-Will you, Orlando, have to wife Ros. Well, time is the old justice that examines this Rosalind ?
all such offenders, and let time try: Adieu! Orl. I will.
(Erit Orlando Ros. Ay, but when ?
Cel. You have simply misus'd our sex in your Orl. Why now; as fast as she can marry us. love-prate: we must have your doublet and hose
Ros. Then you must say,– I take thee, Rosa- |plucked over your head, and show the world what kind, for wife.
the bird hath done to her own nest. Orl. I take thee, Rosalind, for wife.
Ros. O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that Ros. I might ask you for your commission; but thou didst know how many fathom deep I am in -I do take thee, Orlando, for my husband : There love! But it cannot be sounded; my affection hath a girl goes before the priest; and, certainly, a an unknown bottom, like the bay of Portugal. woman's thought runs before ber actions.
Cel. Or rather bottomless; that as fast as you Orl. So do all thoughts; they are winged. pour affection in, it runs out.
Ros. Now tell me, how long you would have Ros. No, that same wicked bastard of Venus, her, after you have possessed her.
that was begot of thought,2 conceived of spleen, Orl. For ever, and a day.
and born of madness; that blind rascally boy, that Ros. Say a day, without the ever : No, no, Or- || abuses every one's eyes, because his own are out, lando; men are April when they woo, December let him be judge, how deep I am in love :-I'll when they wed: maids are May when they are tell thee, Aliena, I cannot be out of the sight of maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. Orlando : I'll go find a shadow, and sigh till he I will be more jealous of thee than a Barbary cock-come. pigeon over his hen; more clamorous than a parrot Cel. And I'll sleep.
[Exeunt. against rain; more new-fangled than an ape : more giddy in my desires than a monkey ; I will SCENE II.-Another part of the Forest. Enter weep for nothing, like Diana in the fountain, and Jaques and Lords, in the habit of Foresters. I will do that when you are disposed to be merry ; I will laugh like a hyen, and that when thou art Jag. Which is he that killed the deer? inclined to sleep.
1 Lord. Sir, it was I. Orl. But will my Rosalind do so ?
Jaq. Let's present him to the duke, like a RoRos. By my life, she will do as I do.
man conqueror; and it would do well to set the Orl. 0, but she is wise.
deer's horns upon his head, for a branch of victory : Ros. Or else she could not have the wit to do -Have you no song, forester, for this purpose ? this : the wiser, the waywarder : Make the doors! 2 Lord. Yes, sir. upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the case- Jag. Sing it; 'tis no matter how it be in tune, ment; shut that, and 'twill out at the key-hole ; || so it make noise enough. (1) Bar the doors.
Alack, in me what strange effect
Would they work in mild aspect? 1. What shall he have, that kill'd the deer ?
Whiles you chid me, I did love; 2. His leather skin, and horns to wear.
How then might your prayers move? 1. Then sing him home :
He, that brings this love to thee, Take thou no scorn, to wear the horn;? The rest
Little knows this love in me: It was a crest ere thou wast born;
this burden. And by him seal up thy mind; 1. Thy father's father wore it;
Whether that thy youth and kind 3 2. And thy father bore it :
Will the faithful offer take
Of me, and aŭ that I can make ;
Or else by him my love deny,
Sil. Call you this chiding? Ros. How say you now? Is it not past two
Cel. Alas, poor shepherd ! o'clock ? and here much Orlando!
Ros. Do you pity him? no, he deserves no pity. Cel. I warrant you, with pure love, and troubled
-Wilt thou love such a woman?-What, to make brain, he hath ta'en his bow and arrows, and is thee an instrument, and play false strains upon gone forth—to sleep : Look, who comes here.
thee! not to be endured Well, go your way to
her (for I see, love hath made thee a tame snake,) Enter Silvius.
and say this to her :—That if she love me, I charge Sil. My errand is to you, fair youth ;
her to love thee: if she will not, I will never have My gentle Phebe bid me give you this :
her, unless thou entreat for her.-If you be a true
(Giving a letter. || lover, hence, and not a word; for here comes more I know not the contents; but, as f
[Exit Silvius. guess, By the stern brow, and waspish action
Enter Oliver. Which she did use as she was writing of it, Oli. Good-morrow, fair ones : Pray you, if you It bears an angry tenor : pardon me,
know I am but as a guiltless messenger. Ros. Patience herself would startle at this letter,|A sheepcote, fenc'd about with olive-trees?
Where, in the purlieus of this forest, stands And play the swaggerer; bear this, bear all : Cel. West of this place, down in the neighbour She says, I am not fair ; that I lack manners ;
bottom, She calls me proud; and, that she could not love me the rank of osiers, by the murmuring stream, Were man as rare as phenix ; Od's my will!
Left on your right hand, brings you to the place : Her love is not the hare that I do hunt: Why writes she so to me?-Well, shepherd, well, | There's none within.
But at this hour the house doth keep itself, This is a letter of your own device.
Oli. If that an eye may profit by a tongue, Sil. No, I protest, I know not the contents; Then I should know you by description ; Phebe did write it. Ros. Come, come, you are a tool, of female favour, and bestows himself
Such garments, and such years: The boy is fair, And turn'd into the extremity of love.
Like a ripe sister : but the woman low, I saw her hand: she has a leathern hand,
And browner than her brother. Are not you A freestone-colour'd hand; I verily did think
The owner of the house I did inquire for? That her old gloves were on, but 'twas her hands;
Cel. It is no boast, being ask'd, to say, we are. She has a huswife's hand: but that's no matter :
Oli. Orlando doth commend him to you both; I say, she never did invent this letter ;
And to that youth, he calls his Rosalind, This is a man's invention, and his hand.
He sends this bloody napkin ;5 Are you he? Sil. Sure, it is hers.
Ros. I am: What must we understand by this? Ros. Why, 'tis a boisterous and cruel style,
Oli. Some of my shame ; if you will know of me A style for challengers; why, she defies me, Like Turk to Christian : woman's gentle brain
What man I am, and how, and why, and where
This handkerchief was stain'd. Could not drop forth such giant rude invention, Cel.
I pray you, tell it. Such Ethiop words, blacker in their effect
Oli. When last the young Orlando parted from Than in their countenance :-Will you hear the letter?
He left a promise to return again Sil. So please you, for I never heard it yet ;
Within an hour; and, pacing through the forest, Yet heard too much of Phebe's cruelty. Ros. She Phebes me : Mark how the tyrant Lo, what befel! he threw his eye aside,
Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy, writes.
And, mark, what object did present itself! Art thou god to shepherd turn'd, (Reads. Under an oak, whose boughs were moss'd with age, That a maiden's heart hath burn'd?
- And high top bald with dry antiquity, Can a woman rail thus?
A wretched ragged man, o'ergrown with hair, Sil. Call you this railing ?
Lay sleeping on his back: about his neck Ros. Why, thy godhead laid apart,
A green and gilded snake had wreath'd itself, Warr'st thou with a woman's heart?
Who with her head, nimble in threats, approach'd Did you ever hear such railing ?
The opening of his mouth; but suddenly While the eye of man did woo me,
Seeing Orlando, it unlink'd itself,
And with indented glides did slip away That could do no vengeancel to me.
Into a bush : under which bush's shade Meaning me a beast. —
A lioness, with udders all drawn dry, If the scorn of your bright eyne2
Lay couching, head on ground, with cat-like watch, Have power to raise such love in mine, When that the sleeping man should stir ; for 'tis (1) Mischief. (2) Eyes. (3) Nature. (4) Environs of a forest. (5) Handkerchief.
The royal disposition of that beast,
Ros. I shall devise something: But, I pray you, To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead : commend my counterfeiting to him :-Will you go? This seen, Orlando did approach the man,
(Exeunt. And found it was his brother, his elder brother. Cel. O, I have heard him speak of that same brother;
SCENE I.-The same. Enter Touchstone and
Audrey. For well I know he was unnatural.
Touch. We shall find a time, Audrey; patience, Ros. But, to Orlando ;-Did he leave him there, Food to the suck'd and hungry lioness?
gentle Audrey. Oli. Twice did he turn his back, and purpos’d so: | the old gentleman's saying.
Aud. 'Faith, the priest was good enough, for all But kindness, nobler ever than revenge,
Touch. A most wicked sir Oliver, Audrey, a And nature, stronger than his just occasion, Made him give battle to the lioness,
most vile Mar-text. But, Audrey, there is a youth Who quickly fell before him ; in which hurtling, bere in the forest lays claim to you.
Aud. Ay, I know who 'tis, he hath no interest in From miserable slumber I awak'd. Cel. Are you his brother?
me in the world : here comes the man you mean. Ros. Was it you he rescu'd?
Enter William. Cel. Was't you that did so oft contrive to kill him
Touch. It is meat and drink to me, to see a Oli. 'Twas I ; but 'tis not I: I do not shame clown: By my troth, we that have good wits, have To tell you what I was, since my conversion much to answer for; we shall be flouting; we canSo sweetly tastes, being the thing I am.
not bold. Ros. But, for the bloody napkin ?-
Wil. Good even, Audrey. Oli.
By and by Aud. God ye good even, William. When from the first to last, betwixt us two,
Will. And good even to you, sir. Tears our recountments had most kindly bath'd, Touch. Good even, gentle friend : Cover thy As, how I came into that desert place :
head, cover thy head; nay, prythee, be covered. In brief, he led me to the gentle duke,
How old are you, friend? Who gave me fresh array, and entertainment,
Will. Five and twenty, sir. Committing me unto my brother's love;
Touch. A ripe age ; Is thy name William? Who led me instantly unto his cave,
Will. William, sir. There stripp'd himself, and here upon his arm Touch. A fair name: Wast born i'the forest here? The lioness had torn some flesh away,
Wil. Ay, sir, I thank God. Which all this while had bled ; and now he fainted, Touch. Thank God ;-a good answer : Art rich? And cry'd, in fainting, upon Rosalind.
Wil. 'Faith, sir, so, so. Brief, I recover'd him; bound up
his wound; Touch. So, so, is good, very good, very excellent And, after some small space, being strong at heart, good ;-and yet it is not ; it is but so so. Art thou He sent me hither, stranger as I am,
wise? To tell this story, that you might excuse
Will. Ay, sir, I have a pretty wit. His broken proinise, avid to give this napkin, Touch. Why, thou say'st well. I do now rememDy'd in this blood, unto the shepherd youth ber a saying ; The fool doth think he is wise, but That he in sport doth call his Rosalind. the wise man knows himself to be a fool. The Cel. Why, how now, Ganymede? sweet Gany heathen philosopher, when he had a desire to eat a mede?
[Rosalind fainis. grape, would open his lips when he put it into his Oli. Many will swoon when they do look on mouth ; meaning thereby, that grapes were made blood.
to eat, and lips to open. You do love this maid ? Cel. There is more in it:-Cousin-Ganymede! Will. I do, sir. Oli. Look, he recovers.
Touch. Give me your hand: Art thou learned? Ros.
I would I were at home. Will. No, sir. Cel. We'll lead you thither :
Touch. Then learn this of me; To have, is to 1
pray you, will you take him by the arm? have: For it is a figure in rhetoric, that drink Oli
. Be of good cheer, youth :-You a man?- being poured out of a cup into a glass, by filling You lack a man's heart.
the one doth empty the other : For all your writers Ros. I do so, I confess it. Ah, sir, a body would do consent, that ipse is he; now you are not ipse, think this was well counterfeited: I pray you tell for I am he. your brother how well I counterfeited. —Heigh Will. Which he, sir? ho!
Touch. He, sir, that must marry this woman : Oli. This was not counterfeit; there is too great Therefore, you clown, abandon, which is in the testimony in your complexion, that it was a pas- vulgar, leave,-the society, which in the boorish sion of earnest.
is, company, -of this female,--which in the comRos. Counterfeit, I assure you:
mon is, -woman, which together is, abandon the Oli
. Well then, take a good heart, and counter-| society of this female ; or, clown, thou perishest; seit to be a man.
or, to thy better understanding, diest ; to wit, I Ros. So I do: but, i'faith I should have been a kill thee, make thee away, translate thy life into woman by right.
death, thy liberty into bondage : I will deal in Cel. Come, you look paler and paler ; pray you, poison with thee, or in bastinado, or in steel; I draw homewards :-Good sir, go with us. will bandy with thee in faction ; I will o'er-run thee
Oli. That will I, for I must bear answer back with policy; I will kill thee a hundred and fifty How you escuse my brother, Rosalind.
ways; therefore tremble, and depart.
Aud. Do, good William. (1) Describe. (2) Scuffle.
Will. God rest you merry, sir.
not to grace me. Believe then, if you please, that Cor. Our master and mistress seek you ; come, || years old, conversed with a magician, most pro
I can do strange things : I have, since I was three away, away. Touch. Trip, Audrey, trip, Audrey ;-I attend, || do love Rosalind so near the heart as your gesture
found in this art, and yet not damnable. If you I attend.
(Exeunt. || cries it out, when your brother marries Aliena, shall SCENE 11.--The same. Enter Orlando and
you marry her: I know into what straits of fortune
she is driven ; and it is not impossible to me, if it Oliver.
appear not inconvenient to you, to set her before Orl. Is't possible, that on so little acquaintance your eyes to-morrow, human as she is, and without you should like her? that, but seeing, you should any danger. love her? and, loving, woo? and, wooing, she Orl. Speakest thou in sober meanings? should grant? and will you persever to enjoy her? Ros. By my life, I do; which I tender dearly,
Oli. Neither call the giddiness of it in question, though I say I am a magician: Therefore, put you the poverty of her, the small acquaintance, my sud- in your best array, bidî your friends; for if you den wooing, nor her sudden consenting ; but say I will be married to-morrow, you shall; and to with me, I love Aliena; say with her, that she Rosalind, if you will. loves me; consent with both, that we may enjoy each other: it shall be to your good; for my fa
Enter Silvius and Phebe. ther's house, and all the revenue that was old sir | Look, here comes a lover of mine, and a lover of Rowland's, will I estate upon you, and here live and
hers. die a shepherd
Phe. Youth, you have done me much ungentle
ness, Enter Rosalind.
To show the letter that I writ to you. Orl. You bave my consent. Let your wedding Ros. I care not, if I have: it is my study, be tomorrow: thither will I invite the duke, and To seem despiteful and ungentle to you: all his contented followers: Go you, and prepare You are there follow'd by a faithful shepherd; Aliena; for, look you, here comes my Rosalind. Look upon him, love him; he worships you. Ros. God save you, brother.
Phe. Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to Oli. And you, fair sister.
love. Ros. O, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to Sil. It is to be all made of sighs and tears;see thee wear thy heart in a scarf!
And so am I for Phebe. Orl. It is my arm.
Phe. And I for Ganymede. Ros. I thought thy heart had been wounded with Orl. And I for Rosalind. the claws of a lion.
Ros. And I for no woman. Orl. Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady. Sil. It is to be all made of faith and service ;Ros. Did your brother tell you how I counter- And so am I for Phebe. feited to swoon, when he showed me your band. Phe. And I for Ganymede. kerchief?
Orl. And I for Rosalind. Orl. Ay, and greater wonders than that.
Ros. And I for no woman. Ros. O, I know where you are :-Nay, 'tis true : Sil. It is to be all made of phantasy, there was never any thing so sudden, but the fight| All made of passion, and all made of wishes ; of two rams, and Cæsar's thrasonical brag of - All adoration, duty and observance, I came, saw, and overcame : For your brother and All humbleness, all patience, and impatience, my sister no sooner met, but they looked; no soon- | All purity, all trial, all observance ;er looked, but they loved; no sooner loved, but And so am I for Pbebe. they sighed; no sooner sighed, but they asked one Phe. And so am I for Ganymede. another the reason ; no sooner knew the reason, Orl. And so am I for Rosalind. but they sought the remedy: and in these degrees Ros. And so am I for no woman. bave they made a pair of stairs to marriage, which Phe. If this be so, why blame you me to love you ? they will climb incontinent, or else be incontinent
(To Rosalind. before marriage: they are in the very wrath of Sil. If this be so, why blame you me to love you? love, and they will together; clubs cannot part
(To Phebe. them.
Orl. If this be so, why blame you me to love you? Orl. They shall be married to-morrow; and I Ros. Who do you speak to, Why blame you me will bid the duke to the nuptial. But, O, how bit- | to love you? ter a thing it is to look into happiness through an- Orl. To her, that is not here, nor doth not hear. other man's eyes! By so much the more shall I to- Ros. Pray you, no more of this; 'tis like the morrow be at the height of heart-heaviness, by how || howling of Irish wolves against the moon. - I will much I shall think my brother happy, in having | help you, To Silvius.] if I can :-I would love what he wishes for.
you, (To Phebe.) if I could. –To-morrow meet me Ros. Why then, to-morrow I cannot serve your all together. I will marry you, (To Phebe.) if ever turn for Rosalind?
I marry woman, and I'll be married to-morrow :Orl. I can live no longer by thinking. I will satisfy you, (To Orlando.) if ever I satisfied Ros. I will weary you no longer then with idleman, and you shall be married to-morrow :-I talking. Know of me then (for now I speak to will content you, (To Silvius.) if what pleases some purpose,) that I know you are a gentleman you contents you, and you shall be married toof good conceit: I speak not this, that you should ||morrow. As you (To Orlando.) love Rosalind, bear a good opinion of my knowledge, insomuch, meet;-as you (To Silvius.] love Phebe, meet ;
I know you are; neither do i labour for a And as I love no woman, I'll meet.--So, fare you greater esteem than may in some little measurewell; I have left you commands. draw a belief from you, to do yourself good, and Sil. I'll not fail, if I live.
Nor I. (1) Invite.
Nar I. (Ere.
and a song
Scene III, IV.
AS YOU LIKE IT.
(To Orlando. Touch. To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey ;
Orl. That would I, were I of all kingdoms king.
Ros. You say, you'll marry me, if I be willing? to-morrow will we be married.
Phe. That will I, should I die the hour after.
Ros. But, if you do refuse to marry me,
Phe. So is the bargain.
Ros. You say, that you'll have Phebe, if she
Sil. Though to have her and death were both
Ros. I have promis'd to make all this matter
1 Page. Shall we clap into't roundly, without
Keep your word, Phebe, that you'll marry me;
Or else, refusing me, to wed this shepherd :
Keep your word, Silvius, that you'll marry her,
If she refuse me:-and from hence I go,
To make these doubts all even.
(Ereunt Ros. and Cel.
Some lively touches of my daughter's favour.
But, my good lord, this boy is forest-born ;
And hath been tutor'd in the rudiments
Of many desperate studies by his uncle,
Whom he reports to be a great magician,
Obscured in the circle of this forest.
Enter Touchstone and Audrey.
Jaq. There is, sure, another flood toward, and
these couples are coming to the ark! Here comes With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues How that a life was but a flower
are called fools. In spring time, &c.
Touch. Salutation and greeting to you all !
Jaq. Good my lord, bid him welcome; This is IV.
the motley-minded gentleman, that I have so often And therefore take the present time,
met in the forest : he hath been a courtier, be With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino ; For love is crowned with the prime,
Touch. If any man doubt that, let him put me In spring time, &c.
to my purgation. I have trod a measure ;2' I have Touch. Truly, young gentlemen, though there | Aattered a lady ; I have been politic with my was no great matter in the ditty, yet the note was || three tailors; I have had four quarrels, and like to
friend, smooth with mine enemy; I have undone very untunable. Page. You are deceived, sir; we kept time,
have fought one.
Jaq. And how was that ta'en up?
Touch. 'Faith, we met, and found the quarrel lost to bear such a foolish song. God be with you;
was upon the seventh cause. and God mend your voices -Come, Audrey.
Jag. How seventh cause ?-Good my lord, like
well. SCENE IV.-Another part of the Forest. En- Touch. God 'ild you, sir ; I desire you of the
ter Duke senior, Amiens, Jaques, Orlando, Oli-like. I press in here, sir, amongst the rest of the ver, and Celia.
country copulatives, to swear, and to forswear; acDuke S. Dost thou believe, Orlando, that the boy || cording as marriage binds, and blood breaks :-A Can do all this that he hath promised?
poor virgin, sir, an ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine Orl. I sometimes do believe, and sometimes do own; a poor humour of mine, sir, to take that that
no man else will : Rich honesty dwells like a miser, As those that fear they hope, and know they fear. sir, in a poor house; as your pearl, in your foul Enter Rosalind, Silvius, and Phebe.
Duke S. By my faith, he is very swift and sen-
Touch. According to the fool's bolt, sir, and
Jaq. But, for the seventh cause ; how did you
Touch. Upon a lie seven times removed ;-Bear (1) A married woman,
(2) A stately solemn dance.