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It was alway yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing to make it too common.

      — King Henry IV. Part II, Act I Scene 2

As You Like It

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Act I

1. Orchard of OLIVER’S house

2. A lawn before the DUKE’S palace

3. The DUKE’s palace

Act II

1. The Forest of Arden

2. The DUKE’S palace

3. Before OLIVER’S house

4. The Forest of Arden

5. Another part of the forest

6. The forest

7. The forest

Act III

1. The palace

2. The forest

3. The forest

4. The forest

5. Another part of the forest

Act IV

1. The forest

2. The forest

3. The forest

Act V

1. The forest

2. The forest

3. The forest

4. The forest

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Act I, Scene 1

Orchard of OLIVER’S house

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Enter ORLANDO and ADAM

  • Orlando. As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion bequeathed
    me by will but poor a thousand crowns, and, as thou say'st,
    charged my brother, on his blessing, to breed me well; and there
    begins my sadness. My brother Jaques he keeps at school, and 5
    report speaks goldenly of his profit. For my part, he keeps me
    rustically at home, or, to speak more properly, stays me here at
    home unkept; for call you that keeping for a gentleman of my
    birth that differs not from the stalling of an ox? His horses are
    bred better; for, besides that they are fair with their feeding, 10
    they are taught their manage, and to that end riders dearly
    hir'd; but I, his brother, gain nothing under him but growth; for
    the which his animals on his dunghills are as much bound to him
    as I. Besides this nothing that he so plentifully gives me, the
    something that nature gave me his countenance seems to take from 15
    me. He lets me feed with his hinds, bars me the place of a
    brother, and as much as in him lies, mines my gentility with my
    education. This is it, Adam, that grieves me; and the spirit of
    my father, which I think is within me, begins to mutiny against
    this servitude. I will no longer endure it, though yet I know no 20
    wise remedy how to avoid it.

[Enter OLIVER]

  • Adam. Yonder comes my master, your brother.
  • Orlando. Go apart, Adam, and thou shalt hear how he will shake me
    up. 25

[ADAM retires]

  • Oliver. Now, sir! what make you here?
  • Orlando. Nothing; I am not taught to make any thing.
  • Oliver. What mar you then, sir?
  • Orlando. Marry, sir, I am helping you to mar that which God made, a 30
    poor unworthy brother of yours, with idleness.
  • Oliver. Marry, sir, be better employed, and be nought awhile.
  • Orlando. Shall I keep your hogs, and eat husks with them? What
    prodigal portion have I spent that I should come to such penury?
  • Oliver. Know you where you are, sir? 35
  • Orlando. O, sir, very well; here in your orchard.
  • Oliver. Know you before whom, sir?
  • Orlando. Ay, better than him I am before knows me. I know you are
    my eldest brother; and in the gentle condition of blood, you
    should so know me. The courtesy of nations allows you my better 40
    in that you are the first-born; but the same tradition takes not
    away my blood, were there twenty brothers betwixt us. I have as
    much of my father in me as you, albeit I confess your coming
    before me is nearer to his reverence.
  • Oliver. What, boy! [Strikes him] 45
  • Orlando. Come, come, elder brother, you are too young in this.
  • Oliver. Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain?
  • Orlando. I am no villain; I am the youngest son of Sir Rowland de
    Boys. He was my father; and he is thrice a villain that says such
    a father begot villains. Wert thou not my brother, I would not 50
    take this hand from thy throat till this other had pull'd out thy
    tongue for saying so. Thou has rail'd on thyself.
  • Adam. [Coming forward] Sweet masters, be patient; for your father's
    remembrance, be at accord.
  • Orlando. I will not, till I please; you shall hear me. My father
    charg'd you in his will to give me good education: you have
    train'd me like a peasant, obscuring and hiding from me all
    gentleman-like qualities. The spirit of my father grows strong in
    me, and I will no longer endure it; therefore allow me such 60
    exercises as may become a gentleman, or give me the poor
    allottery my father left me by testament; with that I will go buy
    my fortunes.
  • Oliver. And what wilt thou do? Beg, when that is spent? Well, sir,
    get you in. I will not long be troubled with you; you shall have 65
    some part of your will. I pray you leave me.
  • Orlando. I no further offend you than becomes me for my good.
  • Oliver. Get you with him, you old dog.
  • Adam. Is 'old dog' my reward? Most true, I have lost my teeth in
    your service. God be with my old master! He would not have spoke 70
    such a word.
    Exeunt ORLANDO and ADAM
  • Oliver. Is it even so? Begin you to grow upon me? I will physic
    your rankness, and yet give no thousand crowns neither. Holla,
    Dennis! 75

Enter DENNIS

  • Oliver. Was not Charles, the Duke's wrestler, here to speak with me?
  • Dennis. So please you, he is here at the door and importunes access
    to you. 80
  • Oliver. Call him in. [Exit DENNIS] 'Twill be a good way; and
    to-morrow the wrestling is.

Enter CHARLES

  • Charles. Good morrow to your worship.
  • Oliver. Good Monsieur Charles! What's the new news at the new 85
    court?
  • Charles. There's no news at the court, sir, but the old news; that
    is, the old Duke is banished by his younger brother the new Duke;
    and three or four loving lords have put themselves into voluntary
    exile with him, whose lands and revenues enrich the new Duke; 90
    therefore he gives them good leave to wander.
  • Oliver. Can you tell if Rosalind, the Duke's daughter, be banished
    with her father?
  • Charles. O, no; for the Duke's daughter, her cousin, so loves her,
    being ever from their cradles bred together, that she would have 95
    followed her exile, or have died to stay behind her. She is at
    the court, and no less beloved of her uncle than his own
    daughter; and never two ladies loved as they do.
  • Oliver. Where will the old Duke live?
  • Charles. They say he is already in the Forest of Arden, and a many 100
    merry men with him; and there they live like the old Robin Hood
    of England. They say many young gentlemen flock to him every day,
    and fleet the time carelessly, as they did in the golden world.
  • Oliver. What, you wrestle to-morrow before the new Duke?
  • Charles. Marry, do I, sir; and I came to acquaint you with a 105
    matter. I am given, sir, secretly to understand that your younger
    brother, Orlando, hath a disposition to come in disguis'd against
    me to try a fall. To-morrow, sir, I wrestle for my credit; and he
    that escapes me without some broken limb shall acquit him well.
    Your brother is but young and tender; and, for your love, I would 110
    be loath to foil him, as I must, for my own honour, if he come
    in; therefore, out of my love to you, I came hither to acquaint
    you withal, that either you might stay him from his intendment,
    or brook such disgrace well as he shall run into, in that it is
    thing of his own search and altogether against my will. 115
  • Oliver. Charles, I thank thee for thy love to me, which thou shalt
    find I will most kindly requite. I had myself notice of my
    brother's purpose herein, and have by underhand means laboured to
    dissuade him from it; but he is resolute. I'll tell thee,
    Charles, it is the stubbornest young fellow of France; full of 120
    ambition, an envious emulator of every man's good parts, a secret
    and villainous contriver against me his natural brother.
    Therefore use thy discretion: I had as lief thou didst break his
    neck as his finger. And thou wert best look to't; for if thou
    dost him any slight disgrace, or if he do not mightily grace 125
    himself on thee, he will practise against thee by poison, entrap
    thee by some treacherous device, and never leave thee till he
    hath ta'en thy life by some indirect means or other; for, I
    assure thee, and almost with tears I speak it, there is not one
    so young and so villainous this day living. I speak but brotherly 130
    of him; but should I anatomize him to thee as he is, I must blush
    and weep, and thou must look pale and wonder.
  • Charles. I am heartily glad I came hither to you. If he come
    to-morrow I'll give him his payment. If ever he go alone again,
    I'll never wrestle for prize more. And so, God keep your worship! Exit 135
  • Oliver. Farewell, good Charles. Now will I stir this gamester. I
    hope I shall see an end of him; for my soul, yet I know not why,
    hates nothing more than he. Yet he's gentle; never school'd and
    yet learned; full of noble device; of all sorts enchantingly
    beloved; and, indeed, so much in the heart of the world, and 140
    especially of my own people, who best know him, that I am
    altogether misprised. But it shall not be so long; this wrestler
    shall clear all. Nothing remains but that I kindle the boy
    thither, which now I'll go about. Exit
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Act I, Scene 2

A lawn before the DUKE’S palace

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Enter ROSALIND and CELIA

  • Celia. I pray thee, Rosalind, sweet my coz, be merry.
  • Rosalind. Dear Celia, I show more mirth than I am mistress of; and
    would you yet I were merrier? Unless you could teach me to forget
    a banished father, you must not learn me how to remember any
    extraordinary pleasure. 150
  • Celia. Herein I see thou lov'st me not with the full weight that I
    love thee. If my uncle, thy banished father, had banished thy
    uncle, the Duke my father, so thou hadst been still with me, I
    could have taught my love to take thy father for mine; so wouldst
    thou, if the truth of thy love to me were so righteously temper'd 155
    as mine is to thee.
  • Rosalind. Well, I will forget the condition of my estate, to
    rejoice in yours.
  • Celia. You know my father hath no child but I, nor none is like to
    have; and, truly, when he dies thou shalt be his heir; for what 160
    he hath taken away from thy father perforce, I will render thee
    again in affection. By mine honour, I will; and when I break that
    oath, let me turn monster; therefore, my sweet Rose, my dear
    Rose, be merry.
  • Rosalind. From henceforth I will, coz, and devise sports. 165
    Let me see; what think you of falling in love?
  • Celia. Marry, I prithee, do, to make sport withal; but love no man
    in good earnest, nor no further in sport neither than with safety
    of a pure blush thou mayst in honour come off again.
  • Rosalind. What shall be our sport, then? 170
  • Celia. Let us sit and mock the good housewife Fortune from her
    wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be bestowed equally.
  • Rosalind. I would we could do so; for her benefits are mightily
    misplaced; and the bountiful blind woman doth most mistake in her
    gifts to women. 175
  • Celia. 'Tis true; for those that she makes fair she scarce makes
    honest; and those that she makes honest she makes very
    ill-favouredly.
  • Rosalind. Nay; now thou goest from Fortune's office to Nature's:
    Fortune reigns in gifts of the world, not in the lineaments of 180
    Nature.

Enter TOUCHSTONE

  • Celia. No; when Nature hath made a fair creature, may she not by
    Fortune fall into the fire? Though Nature hath given us wit to
    flout at Fortune, hath not Fortune sent in this fool to cut off 185
    the argument?
  • Rosalind. Indeed, there is Fortune too hard for Nature, when
    Fortune makes Nature's natural the cutter-off of Nature's wit.
  • Celia. Peradventure this is not Fortune's work neither, but
    Nature's, who perceiveth our natural wits too dull to reason of 190
    such goddesses, and hath sent this natural for our whetstone; for
    always the dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits. How
    now, wit! Whither wander you?
  • Touchstone. Mistress, you must come away to your father.
  • Celia. Were you made the messenger? 195
  • Touchstone. No, by mine honour; but I was bid to come for you.
  • Rosalind. Where learned you that oath, fool?
  • Touchstone. Of a certain knight that swore by his honour they were
    good pancakes, and swore by his honour the mustard was naught.
    Now I'll stand to it, the pancakes were naught and the mustard 200
    was good, and yet was not the knight forsworn.
  • Celia. How prove you that, in the great heap of your knowledge?
  • Rosalind. Ay, marry, now unmuzzle your wisdom.
  • Touchstone. Stand you both forth now: stroke your chins, and swear
    by your beards that I am a knave. 205
  • Celia. By our beards, if we had them, thou art.
  • Touchstone. By my knavery, if I had it, then I were. But if you
    swear by that that is not, you are not forsworn; no more was this
    knight, swearing by his honour, for he never had any; or if he
    had, he had sworn it away before ever he saw those pancackes or 210
    that mustard.
  • Celia. Prithee, who is't that thou mean'st?
  • Touchstone. One that old Frederick, your father, loves.
  • Celia. My father's love is enough to honour him. Enough, speak no
    more of him; you'll be whipt for taxation one of these days. 215
  • Touchstone. The more pity that fools may not speak wisely what wise
    men do foolishly.
  • Celia. By my troth, thou sayest true; for since the little wit that
    fools have was silenced, the little foolery that wise men have
    makes a great show. Here comes Monsieur Le Beau. 220

Enter LE BEAU

  • Celia. Which he will put on us as pigeons feed their young.
  • Rosalind. Then shall we be news-cramm'd.
  • Celia. All the better; we shall be the more marketable. Bon jour, 225
    Monsieur Le Beau. What's the news?
  • Le Beau. Fair Princess, you have lost much good sport.
  • Celia. Sport! of what colour?
  • Le Beau. What colour, madam? How shall I answer you?
  • Celia. Well said; that was laid on with a trowel.
  • Le Beau. You amaze me, ladies. I would have told you of good 235
    wrestling, which you have lost the sight of.
  • Rosalind. Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling.
  • Le Beau. I will tell you the beginning, and, if it please your
    ladyships, you may see the end; for the best is yet to do; and
    here, where you are, they are coming to perform it. 240
  • Celia. Well, the beginning, that is dead and buried.
  • Le Beau. There comes an old man and his three sons-
  • Celia. I could match this beginning with an old tale.
  • Le Beau. Three proper young men, of excellent growth and presence.
  • Rosalind. With bills on their necks: 'Be it known unto all men by 245
    these presents'-
  • Le Beau. The eldest of the three wrestled with Charles, the Duke's
    wrestler; which Charles in a moment threw him, and broke three of
    his ribs, that there is little hope of life in him. So he serv'd
    the second, and so the third. Yonder they lie; the poor old man, 250
    their father, making such pitiful dole over them that all the
    beholders take his part with weeping.
  • Touchstone. But what is the sport, monsieur, that the ladies have
    lost? 255
  • Le Beau. Why, this that I speak of.
  • Touchstone. Thus men may grow wiser every day. It is the first time
    that ever I heard breaking of ribs was sport for ladies.
  • Celia. Or I, I promise thee.
  • Rosalind. But is there any else longs to see this broken music in 260
    his sides? Is there yet another dotes upon rib-breaking? Shall we
    see this wrestling, cousin?
  • Le Beau. You must, if you stay here; for here is the place
    appointed for the wrestling, and they are ready to perform it.
  • Celia. Yonder, sure, they are coming. Let us now stay and see it. 265

Flourish. Enter DUKE FREDERICK, LORDS, ORLANDO,

CHARLES, and ATTENDANTS

  • Frederick. Come on; since the youth will not be entreated, his own
    peril on his forwardness.
  • Celia. Alas, he is too young; yet he looks successfully.
  • Frederick. How now, daughter and cousin! Are you crept hither to
    see the wrestling?
  • Rosalind. Ay, my liege; so please you give us leave. 275
  • Frederick. You will take little delight in it, I can tell you,
    there is such odds in the man. In pity of the challenger's youth
    I would fain dissuade him, but he will not be entreated. Speak to
    him, ladies; see if you can move him.
  • Celia. Call him hither, good Monsieur Le Beau. 280
  • Frederick. Do so; I'll not be by.
    [DUKE FREDERICK goes apart]
  • Le Beau. Monsieur the Challenger, the Princess calls for you.
  • Orlando. I attend them with all respect and duty.
  • Rosalind. Young man, have you challeng'd Charles the wrestler? 285
  • Orlando. No, fair Princess; he is the general challenger. I come
    but in, as others do, to try with him the strength of my youth.
  • Celia. Young gentleman, your spirits are too bold for your years.
    You have seen cruel proof of this man's strength; if you saw
    yourself with your eyes, or knew yourself with your judgment, the 290
    fear of your adventure would counsel you to a more equal
    enterprise. We pray you, for your own sake, to embrace your own
    safety and give over this attempt.
  • Rosalind. Do, young sir; your reputation shall not therefore be
    misprised: we will make it our suit to the Duke that the 295
    wrestling might not go forward.
  • Orlando. I beseech you, punish me not with your hard thoughts,
    wherein I confess me much guilty to deny so fair and excellent
    ladies any thing. But let your fair eyes and gentle wishes go
    with me to my trial; wherein if I be foil'd there is but one 300
    sham'd that was never gracious; if kill'd, but one dead that is
    willing to be so. I shall do my friends no wrong, for I have none
    to lament me; the world no injury, for in it I have nothing; only
    in the world I fill up a place, which may be better supplied when
    I have made it empty. 305
  • Rosalind. The little strength that I have, I would it were with
    you.
  • Celia. And mine to eke out hers.
  • Rosalind. Fare you well. Pray heaven I be deceiv'd in you!
  • Celia. Your heart's desires be with you! 310
  • Charles. Come, where is this young gallant that is so desirous to
    lie with his mother earth?
  • Orlando. Ready, sir; but his will hath in it a more modest working.
  • Charles. No, I warrant your Grace, you shall not entreat him to a 315
    second, that have so mightily persuaded him from a first.
  • Orlando. You mean to mock me after; you should not have mock'd me
    before; but come your ways.
  • Rosalind. Now, Hercules be thy speed, young man!
  • Celia. I would I were invisible, to catch the strong fellow by the 320
    leg. [They wrestle]
  • Celia. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who should
    down.

[CHARLES is thrown. Shout]

  • Orlando. Yes, I beseech your Grace; I am not yet well breath'd.
  • Le Beau. He cannot speak, my lord.
  • Frederick. Bear him away. What is thy name, young man? 330
  • Orlando. Orlando, my liege; the youngest son of Sir Rowland de
    Boys.
  • Frederick. I would thou hadst been son to some man else.
    The world esteem'd thy father honourable,
    But I did find him still mine enemy. 335
    Thou shouldst have better pleas'd me with this deed,
    Hadst thou descended from another house.
    But fare thee well; thou art a gallant youth;
    I would thou hadst told me of another father.

Exeunt DUKE, train, and LE BEAU

  • Celia. Were I my father, coz, would I do this?
  • Orlando. I am more proud to be Sir Rowland's son,
    His youngest son- and would not change that calling
    To be adopted heir to Frederick.
  • Rosalind. My father lov'd Sir Rowland as his soul, 345
    And all the world was of my father's mind;
    Had I before known this young man his son,
    I should have given him tears unto entreaties
    Ere he should thus have ventur'd.
  • Celia. Gentle cousin, 350
    Let us go thank him, and encourage him;
    My father's rough and envious disposition
    Sticks me at heart. Sir, you have well deserv'd;
    If you do keep your promises in love
    But justly as you have exceeded all promise, 355
    Your mistress shall be happy.
  • Rosalind. Gentleman, [Giving him a chain from her neck]
    Wear this for me; one out of suits with fortune,
    That could give more, but that her hand lacks means.
    Shall we go, coz? 360
  • Celia. Ay. Fare you well, fair gentleman.
  • Orlando. Can I not say 'I thank you'? My better parts
    Are all thrown down; and that which here stands up
    Is but a quintain, a mere lifeless block.
  • Rosalind. He calls us back. My pride fell with my fortunes; 365
    I'll ask him what he would. Did you call, sir?
    Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown
    More than your enemies.
  • Celia. Will you go, coz?
  • Rosalind. Have with you. Fare you well. 370

Exeunt ROSALIND and CELIA

  • Orlando. What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue?
    I cannot speak to her, yet she urg'd conference.
    O poor Orlando, thou art overthrown!
    Or Charles or something weaker masters thee. 375

Re-enter LE BEAU

  • Le Beau. Good sir, I do in friendship counsel you
    To leave this place. Albeit you have deserv'd
    High commendation, true applause, and love,
    Yet such is now the Duke's condition 380
    That he misconstrues all that you have done.
    The Duke is humorous; what he is, indeed,
    More suits you to conceive than I to speak of.
  • Orlando. I thank you, sir; and pray you tell me this:
    Which of the two was daughter of the Duke 385
    That here was at the wrestling?
  • Le Beau. Neither his daughter, if we judge by manners;
    But yet, indeed, the smaller is his daughter;
    The other is daughter to the banish'd Duke,
    And here detain'd by her usurping uncle, 390
    To keep his daughter company; whose loves
    Are dearer than the natural bond of sisters.
    But I can tell you that of late this Duke
    Hath ta'en displeasure 'gainst his gentle niece,
    Grounded upon no other argument 395
    But that the people praise her for her virtues
    And pity her for her good father's sake;
    And, on my life, his malice 'gainst the lady
    Will suddenly break forth. Sir, fare you well.
    Hereafter, in a better world than this, 400
    I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.
  • Orlando. I rest much bounden to you; fare you well.
    [Exit LE BEAU]
    Thus must I from the smoke into the smother;
    From tyrant Duke unto a tyrant brother. 405
    But heavenly Rosalind! Exit
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Act I, Scene 3

The DUKE’s palace

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Enter CELIA and ROSALIND

  • Celia. Why, cousin! why, Rosalind! Cupid have mercy!
    Not a word?
  • Rosalind. Not one to throw at a dog. 410
  • Celia. No, thy words are too precious to be cast away upon curs;
    throw some of them at me; come, lame me with reasons.
  • Rosalind. Then there were two cousins laid up, when the one should
    be lam'd with reasons and the other mad without any.
  • Celia. But is all this for your father? 415
  • Rosalind. No, some of it is for my child's father. O, how full of
    briers is this working-day world!
  • Celia. They are but burs, cousin, thrown upon thee in holiday
    foolery; if we walk not in the trodden paths, our very petticoats
    will catch them. 420
  • Rosalind. I could shake them off my coat: these burs are in my
    heart.
  • Rosalind. I would try, if I could cry 'hem' and have him.
  • Celia. Come, come, wrestle with thy affections. 425
  • Rosalind. O, they take the part of a better wrestler than myself.
  • Celia. O, a good wish upon you! You will try in time, in despite of
    a fall. But, turning these jests out of service, let us talk in
    good earnest. Is it possible, on such a sudden, you should fall
    into so strong a liking with old Sir Rowland's youngest son? 430
  • Rosalind. The Duke my father lov'd his father dearly.
  • Celia. Doth it therefore ensue that you should love his son dearly?
    By this kind of chase I should hate him, for my father hated his
    father dearly; yet I hate not Orlando.
  • Rosalind. No, faith, hate him not, for my sake. 435
  • Celia. Why should I not? Doth he not deserve well?

Enter DUKE FREDERICK, with LORDS

  • Rosalind. Let me love him for that; and do you love him because I
    do. Look, here comes the Duke.
  • Celia. With his eyes full of anger. 440
  • Frederick. Mistress, dispatch you with your safest haste,
    And get you from our court.
  • Frederick. You, cousin.
    Within these ten days if that thou beest found 445
    So near our public court as twenty miles,
    Thou diest for it.
  • Rosalind. I do beseech your Grace,
    Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me.
    If with myself I hold intelligence, 450
    Or have acquaintance with mine own desires;
    If that I do not dream, or be not frantic-
    As I do trust I am not- then, dear uncle,
    Never so much as in a thought unborn
    Did I offend your Highness. 455
  • Frederick. Thus do all traitors;
    If their purgation did consist in words,
    They are as innocent as grace itself.
    Let it suffice thee that I trust thee not.
  • Rosalind. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor. 460
    Tell me whereon the likelihood depends.
  • Frederick. Thou art thy father's daughter; there's enough.
  • Rosalind. So was I when your Highness took his dukedom;
    So was I when your Highness banish'd him.
    Treason is not inherited, my lord; 465
    Or, if we did derive it from our friends,
    What's that to me? My father was no traitor.
    Then, good my liege, mistake me not so much
    To think my poverty is treacherous.
  • Celia. Dear sovereign, hear me speak. 470
  • Frederick. Ay, Celia; we stay'd her for your sake,
    Else had she with her father rang'd along.
  • Celia. I did not then entreat to have her stay;
    It was your pleasure, and your own remorse;
    I was too young that time to value her, 475
    But now I know her. If she be a traitor,
    Why so am I: we still have slept together,
    Rose at an instant, learn'd, play'd, eat together;
    And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans,
    Still we went coupled and inseparable. 480
  • Frederick. She is too subtle for thee; and her smoothness,
    Her very silence and her patience,
    Speak to the people, and they pity her.
    Thou art a fool. She robs thee of thy name;
    And thou wilt show more bright and seem more virtuous 485
    When she is gone. Then open not thy lips.
    Firm and irrevocable is my doom
    Which I have pass'd upon her; she is banish'd.
  • Celia. Pronounce that sentence, then, on me, my liege;
    I cannot live out of her company. 490
  • Frederick. You are a fool. You, niece, provide yourself.
    If you outstay the time, upon mine honour,
    And in the greatness of my word, you die.

Exeunt DUKE and LORDS

  • Celia. O my poor Rosalind! Whither wilt thou go? 495
    Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee mine.
    I charge thee be not thou more griev'd than I am.
  • Celia. Thou hast not, cousin.
    Prithee be cheerful. Know'st thou not the Duke 500
    Hath banish'd me, his daughter?
  • Celia. No, hath not? Rosalind lacks, then, the love
    Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one.
    Shall we be sund'red? Shall we part, sweet girl? 505
    No; let my father seek another heir.
    Therefore devise with me how we may fly,
    Whither to go, and what to bear with us;
    And do not seek to take your charge upon you,
    To bear your griefs yourself, and leave me out; 510
    For, by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale,
    Say what thou canst, I'll go along with thee.
  • Celia. To seek my uncle in the Forest of Arden.
  • Rosalind. Alas, what danger will it be to us, 515
    Maids as we are, to travel forth so far!
    Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.
  • Celia. I'll put myself in poor and mean attire,
    And with a kind of umber smirch my face;
    The like do you; so shall we pass along, 520
    And never stir assailants.
  • Rosalind. Were it not better,
    Because that I am more than common tall,
    That I did suit me all points like a man?
    A gallant curtle-axe upon my thigh, 525
    A boar spear in my hand; and- in my heart
    Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will-
    We'll have a swashing and a martial outside,
    As many other mannish cowards have
    That do outface it with their semblances. 530
  • Celia. What shall I call thee when thou art a man?
  • Rosalind. I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own page,
    And therefore look you call me Ganymede.
    But what will you be call'd?
  • Celia. Something that hath a reference to my state: 535
    No longer Celia, but Aliena.
  • Rosalind. But, cousin, what if we assay'd to steal
    The clownish fool out of your father's court?
    Would he not be a comfort to our travel?
  • Celia. He'll go along o'er the wide world with me; 540
    Leave me alone to woo him. Let's away,
    And get our jewels and our wealth together;
    Devise the fittest time and safest way
    To hide us from pursuit that will be made
    After my flight. Now go we in content 545
    To liberty, and not to banishment. Exeunt
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Act II, Scene 1

The Forest of Arden

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Enter DUKE SENIOR, AMIENS, and two or three LORDS, like foresters

  • Duke. Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile,
    Hath not old custom made this life more sweet
    Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods 550
    More free from peril than the envious court?
    Here feel we not the penalty of Adam,
    The seasons' difference; as the icy fang
    And churlish chiding of the winter's wind,
    Which when it bites and blows upon my body, 555
    Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say
    'This is no flattery; these are counsellors
    That feelingly persuade me what I am.'
    Sweet are the uses of adversity,
    Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, 560
    Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;
    And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
    Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
    Sermons in stones, and good in everything.
    I would not change it. 565
  • Amiens. Happy is your Grace,
    That can translate the stubbornness of fortune
    Into so quiet and so sweet a style.
  • Duke. Come, shall we go and kill us venison?
    And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools, 570
    Being native burghers of this desert city,
    Should, in their own confines, with forked heads
    Have their round haunches gor'd.
  • First Lord. Indeed, my lord,
    The melancholy Jaques grieves at that; 575
    And, in that kind, swears you do more usurp
    Than doth your brother that hath banish'd you.
    To-day my Lord of Amiens and myself
    Did steal behind him as he lay along
    Under an oak whose antique root peeps out 580
    Upon the brook that brawls along this wood!
    To the which place a poor sequest'red stag,
    That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt,
    Did come to languish; and, indeed, my lord,
    The wretched animal heav'd forth such groans 585
    That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat
    Almost to bursting; and the big round tears
    Cours'd one another down his innocent nose
    In piteous chase; and thus the hairy fool,
    Much marked of the melancholy Jaques, 590
    Stood on th' extremest verge of the swift brook,
    Augmenting it with tears.
  • Duke. But what said Jaques?
    Did he not moralize this spectacle?
  • First Lord. O, yes, into a thousand similes. 595
    First, for his weeping into the needless stream:
    'Poor deer,' quoth he 'thou mak'st a testament
    As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more
    To that which had too much.' Then, being there alone,
    Left and abandoned of his velvet friends: 600
    'Tis right'; quoth he 'thus misery doth part
    The flux of company.' Anon, a careless herd,
    Full of the pasture, jumps along by him
    And never stays to greet him. 'Ay,' quoth Jaques
    'Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens; 605
    'Tis just the fashion. Wherefore do you look
    Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?'
    Thus most invectively he pierceth through
    The body of the country, city, court,
    Yea, and of this our life; swearing that we 610
    Are mere usurpers, tyrants, and what's worse,
    To fright the animals, and to kill them up
    In their assign'd and native dwelling-place.
  • Duke. And did you leave him in this contemplation?
  • Second Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and commenting 615
    Upon the sobbing deer.
  • Duke. Show me the place;
    I love to cope him in these sullen fits,
    For then he's full of matter.
  • First Lord. I'll bring you to him straight. Exeunt 620
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Act II, Scene 2

The DUKE’S palace

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Enter DUKE FREDERICK, with LORDS

  • Frederick. Can it be possible that no man saw them?
    It cannot be; some villains of my court
    Are of consent and sufferance in this.
  • First Lord. I cannot hear of any that did see her. 625
    The ladies, her attendants of her chamber,
    Saw her abed, and in the morning early
    They found the bed untreasur'd of their mistress.
  • Second Lord. My lord, the roynish clown, at whom so oft
    Your Grace was wont to laugh, is also missing. 630
    Hisperia, the Princess' gentlewoman,
    Confesses that she secretly o'erheard
    Your daughter and her cousin much commend
    The parts and graces of the wrestler
    That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles; 635
    And she believes, wherever they are gone,
    That youth is surely in their company.
  • Frederick. Send to his brother; fetch that gallant hither.
    If he be absent, bring his brother to me;
    I'll make him find him. Do this suddenly; 640
    And let not search and inquisition quail
    To bring again these foolish runaways. Exeunt
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Act II, Scene 3

Before OLIVER’S house

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Enter ORLANDO and ADAM, meeting

  • Adam. What, my young master? O my gentle master! 645
    O my sweet master! O you memory
    Of old Sir Rowland! Why, what make you here?
    Why are you virtuous? Why do people love you?
    And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and valiant?
    Why would you be so fond to overcome 650
    The bonny prizer of the humorous Duke?
    Your praise is come too swiftly home before you.
    Know you not, master, to some kind of men
    Their graces serve them but as enemies?
    No more do yours. Your virtues, gentle master, 655
    Are sanctified and holy traitors to you.
    O, what a world is this, when what is comely
    Envenoms him that bears it!
  • Adam. O unhappy youth! 660
    Come not within these doors; within this roof
    The enemy of all your graces lives.
    Your brother- no, no brother; yet the son-
    Yet not the son; I will not call him son
    Of him I was about to call his father- 665
    Hath heard your praises; and this night he means
    To burn the lodging where you use to lie,
    And you within it. If he fail of that,
    He will have other means to cut you off;
    I overheard him and his practices. 670
    This is no place; this house is but a butchery;
    Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it.
  • Orlando. Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go?
  • Adam. No matter whither, so you come not here.
  • Orlando. What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my food, 675
    Or with a base and boist'rous sword enforce
    A thievish living on the common road?
    This I must do, or know not what to do;
    Yet this I will not do, do how I can.
    I rather will subject me to the malice 680
    Of a diverted blood and bloody brother.
  • Adam. But do not so. I have five hundred crowns,
    The thrifty hire I sav'd under your father,
    Which I did store to be my foster-nurse,
    When service should in my old limbs lie lame, 685
    And unregarded age in corners thrown.
    Take that, and He that doth the ravens feed,
    Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,
    Be comfort to my age! Here is the gold;
    All this I give you. Let me be your servant; 690
    Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty;
    For in my youth I never did apply
    Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood,
    Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo
    The means of weakness and debility; 695
    Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,
    Frosty, but kindly. Let me go with you;
    I'll do the service of a younger man
    In all your business and necessities.
  • Orlando. O good old man, how well in thee appears 700
    The constant service of the antique world,
    When service sweat for duty, not for meed!
    Thou art not for the fashion of these times,
    Where none will sweat but for promotion,
    And having that do choke their service up 705
    Even with the having; it is not so with thee.
    But, poor old man, thou prun'st a rotten tree
    That cannot so much as a blossom yield
    In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry.
    But come thy ways, we'll go along together, 710
    And ere we have thy youthful wages spent
    We'll light upon some settled low content.
  • Adam. Master, go on; and I will follow thee
    To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty.
    From seventeen years till now almost four-score 715
    Here lived I, but now live here no more.
    At seventeen years many their fortunes seek,
    But at fourscore it is too late a week;
    Yet fortune cannot recompense me better
    Than to die well and not my master's debtor. Exeunt 720
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Act II, Scene 4

The Forest of Arden

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Enter ROSALIND for GANYMEDE, CELIA for ALIENA, and CLOWN alias

TOUCHSTONE

  • Rosalind. O Jupiter, how weary are my spirits!
  • Touchstone. I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary.
  • Rosalind. I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel, 725
    and to cry like a woman; but I must comfort the weaker vessel, as
    doublet and hose ought to show itself courageous to petticoat;
    therefore, courage, good Aliena.
  • Celia. I pray you bear with me; I cannot go no further.
  • Touchstone. For my part, I had rather bear with you than bear you; 730
    yet I should bear no cross if I did bear you; for I think you
    have no money in your purse.
  • Rosalind. Well, this is the Forest of Arden.
  • Touchstone. Ay, now am I in Arden; the more fool I; when I was at
    home I was in a better place; but travellers must be content. 735

Enter CORIN and SILVIUS

  • Rosalind. Ay, be so, good Touchstone. Look you, who comes here, a
    young man and an old in solemn talk.
  • Corin. That is the way to make her scorn you still.
  • Silvius. O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love her! 740
  • Corin. I partly guess; for I have lov'd ere now.
  • Silvius. No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess,
    Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover
    As ever sigh'd upon a midnight pillow.
    But if thy love were ever like to mine, 745
    As sure I think did never man love so,
    How many actions most ridiculous
    Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?
  • Corin. Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
  • Silvius. O, thou didst then never love so heartily! 750
    If thou rememb'rest not the slightest folly
    That ever love did make thee run into,
    Thou hast not lov'd;
    Or if thou hast not sat as I do now,
    Wearing thy hearer in thy mistress' praise, 755
    Thou hast not lov'd;
    Or if thou hast not broke from company
    Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,
    Thou hast not lov'd.
    O Phebe, Phebe, Phebe! Exit Silvius 760
  • Rosalind. Alas, poor shepherd! searching of thy wound,
    I have by hard adventure found mine own.
  • Touchstone. And I mine. I remember, when I was in love, I broke my
    sword upon a stone, and bid him take that for coming a-night to
    Jane Smile; and I remember the kissing of her batler, and the 765
    cow's dugs that her pretty chapt hands had milk'd; and I remember
    the wooing of peascod instead of her; from whom I took two cods,
    and giving her them again, said with weeping tears 'Wear these
    for my sake.' We that are true lovers run into strange capers;
    but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal 770
    in folly.
  • Rosalind. Thou speak'st wiser than thou art ware of.
  • Touchstone. Nay, I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break
    my shins against it.
  • Rosalind. Jove, Jove! this shepherd's passion 775
    Is much upon my fashion.
  • Touchstone. And mine; but it grows something stale with me.
  • Celia. I pray you, one of you question yond man
    If he for gold will give us any food;
    I faint almost to death. 780
  • Rosalind. Peace, fool; he's not thy kinsman.
  • Corin. Else are they very wretched. 785
  • Rosalind. Peace, I say. Good even to you, friend.
  • Corin. And to you, gentle sir, and to you all.
  • Rosalind. I prithee, shepherd, if that love or gold
    Can in this desert place buy entertainment,
    Bring us where we may rest ourselves and feed. 790
    Here's a young maid with travel much oppress'd,
    And faints for succour.
  • Corin. Fair sir, I pity her,
    And wish, for her sake more than for mine own,
    My fortunes were more able to relieve her; 795
    But I am shepherd to another man,
    And do not shear the fleeces that I graze.
    My master is of churlish disposition,
    And little recks to find the way to heaven
    By doing deeds of hospitality. 800
    Besides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed,
    Are now on sale; and at our sheepcote now,
    By reason of his absence, there is nothing
    That you will feed on; but what is, come see,
    And in my voice most welcome shall you be. 805
  • Rosalind. What is he that shall buy his flock and pasture?
  • Corin. That young swain that you saw here but erewhile,
    That little cares for buying any thing.
  • Rosalind. I pray thee, if it stand with honesty,
    Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the flock, 810
    And thou shalt have to pay for it of us.
  • Celia. And we will mend thy wages. I like this place,
    And willingly could waste my time in it.
  • Corin. Assuredly the thing is to be sold.
    Go with me; if you like upon report 815
    The soil, the profit, and this kind of life,
    I will your very faithful feeder be,
    And buy it with your gold right suddenly. Exeunt
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Act II, Scene 5

Another part of the forest

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Enter AMIENS, JAQUES, and OTHERS

  • Amiens. Under the greenwood tree 820
    Who loves to lie with me,
    And turn his merry note
    Unto the sweet bird's throat,
    Come hither, come hither, come hither.
    Here shall he see 825
    No enemy
    But winter and rough weather.
  • Amiens. It will make you melancholy, Monsieur Jaques.
  • Jaques (lord). I thank it. More, I prithee, more. I can suck melancholy 830
    out of a song, as a weasel sucks eggs. More, I prithee, more.
  • Amiens. My voice is ragged; I know I cannot please you.
  • Jaques (lord). I do not desire you to please me; I do desire you to sing.
    Come, more; another stanzo. Call you 'em stanzos?
  • Amiens. What you will, Monsieur Jaques. 835
  • Jaques (lord). Nay, I care not for their names; they owe me nothing. Will
    you sing?
  • Amiens. More at your request than to please myself.
  • Jaques (lord). Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you; but
    that they call compliment is like th' encounter of two dog-apes; 840
    and when a man thanks me heartily, methinks have given him a
    penny, and he renders me the beggarly thanks. Come, sing; and you
    that will not, hold your tongues.
  • Amiens. Well, I'll end the song. Sirs, cover the while; the Duke
    will drink under this tree. He hath been all this day to look 845
    you.
  • Jaques (lord). And I have been all this day to avoid him. He is too
    disputable for my company. I think of as many matters as he; but
    I give heaven thanks, and make no boast of them. Come, warble, come.
    SONG 850
    [All together here]
    Who doth ambition shun,
    And loves to live i' th' sun,
    Seeking the food he eats,
    And pleas'd with what he gets, 855
    Come hither, come hither, come hither.
    Here shall he see
    No enemy
    But winter and rough weather.
  • Jaques (lord). I'll give you a verse to this note that I made yesterday in 860
    despite of my invention.
  • Jaques (lord). Thus it goes:
    If it do come to pass
    That any man turn ass, 865
    Leaving his wealth and ease
    A stubborn will to please,
    Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame;
    Here shall he see
    Gross fools as he, 870
    An if he will come to me.
  • Amiens. What's that 'ducdame'?
  • Jaques (lord). 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle. I'll
    go sleep, if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail against all the
    first-born of Egypt. 875
  • Amiens. And I'll go seek the Duke; his banquet is prepar'd.

Exeunt severally

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Act II, Scene 6

The forest

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Enter ORLANDO and ADAM

  • Adam. Dear master, I can go no further. O, I die for food! Here lie
    I down, and measure out my grave. Farewell, kind master. 880
  • Orlando. Why, how now, Adam! No greater heart in thee? Live a
    little; comfort a little; cheer thyself a little. If this uncouth
    forest yield anything savage, I will either be food for it or
    bring it for food to thee. Thy conceit is nearer death than thy
    powers. For my sake be comfortable; hold death awhile at the 885
    arm's end. I will here be with thee presently; and if I bring thee
    not something to eat, I will give thee leave to die; but if thou
    diest before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well said!
    thou look'st cheerly; and I'll be with thee quickly. Yet thou
    liest in the bleak air. Come, I will bear thee to some shelter; 890
    and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live
    anything in this desert. Cheerly, good Adam! Exeunt
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Act II, Scene 7

The forest

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A table set out. Enter DUKE SENIOR, AMIENS, and LORDS, like outlaws

  • Duke. I think he be transform'd into a beast;
    For I can nowhere find him like a man. 895
  • First Lord. My lord, he is but even now gone hence;
    Here was he merry, hearing of a song.
  • Duke. If he, compact of jars, grow musical,
    We shall have shortly discord in the spheres.
    Go seek him; tell him I would speak with him. 900

Enter JAQUES

  • First Lord. He saves my labour by his own approach.
  • Duke. Why, how now, monsieur! what a life is this,
    That your poor friends must woo your company?
    What, you look merrily! 905
  • Jaques (lord). A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' th' forest,
    A motley fool. A miserable world!
    As I do live by food, I met a fool,
    Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun,
    And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms, 910
    In good set terms- and yet a motley fool.
    'Good morrow, fool,' quoth I; 'No, sir,' quoth he,
    'Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune.'
    And then he drew a dial from his poke,
    And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, 915
    Says very wisely, 'It is ten o'clock;
    Thus we may see,' quoth he, 'how the world wags;
    'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine;
    And after one hour more 'twill be eleven;
    And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, 920
    And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot;
    And thereby hangs a tale.' When I did hear
    The motley fool thus moral on the time,
    My lungs began to crow like chanticleer
    That fools should be so deep contemplative; 925
    And I did laugh sans intermission
    An hour by his dial. O noble fool!
    A worthy fool! Motley's the only wear.
  • Duke. What fool is this?
  • Jaques (lord). O worthy fool! One that hath been a courtier, 930
    And says, if ladies be but young and fair,
    They have the gift to know it; and in his brain,
    Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit
    After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd
    With observation, the which he vents 935
    In mangled forms. O that I were a fool!
    I am ambitious for a motley coat.
  • Duke. Thou shalt have one.
  • Jaques (lord). It is my only suit,
    Provided that you weed your better judgments 940
    Of all opinion that grows rank in them
    That I am wise. I must have liberty
    Withal, as large a charter as the wind,
    To blow on whom I please, for so fools have;
    And they that are most galled with my folly, 945
    They most must laugh. And why, sir, must they so?
    The why is plain as way to parish church:
    He that a fool doth very wisely hit
    Doth very foolishly, although he smart,
    Not to seem senseless of the bob; if not, 950
    The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd
    Even by the squand'ring glances of the fool.
    Invest me in my motley; give me leave
    To speak my mind, and I will through and through
    Cleanse the foul body of th' infected world, 955
    If they will patiently receive my medicine.
  • Duke. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst do.
  • Duke. Most mischievous foul sin, in chiding sin;
    For thou thyself hast been a libertine, 960
    As sensual as the brutish sting itself;
    And all th' embossed sores and headed evils
    That thou with license of free foot hast caught
    Wouldst thou disgorge into the general world.
  • Jaques (lord). Why, who cries out on pride 965
    That can therein tax any private party?
    Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea,
    Till that the wearer's very means do ebb?
    What woman in the city do I name
    When that I say the city-woman bears 970
    The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders?
    Who can come in and say that I mean her,
    When such a one as she such is her neighbour?
    Or what is he of basest function
    That says his bravery is not on my cost, 975
    Thinking that I mean him, but therein suits
    His folly to the mettle of my speech?
    There then! how then? what then? Let me see wherein
    My tongue hath wrong'd him: if it do him right,
    Then he hath wrong'd himself; if he be free, 980
    Why then my taxing like a wild-goose flies,
    Unclaim'd of any man. But who comes here?

Enter ORLANDO with his sword drawn

  • Orlando. Forbear, and eat no more.
  • Orlando. Nor shalt not, till necessity be serv'd.
  • Duke. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy distress?
    Or else a rude despiser of good manners,
    That in civility thou seem'st so empty? 990
  • Orlando. You touch'd my vein at first: the thorny point
    Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show
    Of smooth civility; yet am I inland bred,
    And know some nurture. But forbear, I say;
    He dies that touches any of this fruit 995
    Till I and my affairs are answered.
  • Jaques (lord). An you will not be answer'd with reason, I must die.
  • Duke. What would you have? Your gentleness shall force
    More than your force move us to gentleness.
  • Orlando. I almost die for food, and let me have it. 1000
  • Duke. Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table.
  • Orlando. Speak you so gently? Pardon me, I pray you;
    I thought that all things had been savage here,
    And therefore put I on the countenance
    Of stern commandment. But whate'er you are 1005
    That in this desert inaccessible,
    Under the shade of melancholy boughs,
    Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time;
    If ever you have look'd on better days,
    If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church, 1010
    If ever sat at any good man's feast,
    If ever from your eyelids wip'd a tear,
    And know what 'tis to pity and be pitied,
    Let gentleness my strong enforcement be;
    In the which hope I blush, and hide my sword. 1015
  • Duke. True is it that we have seen better days,
    And have with holy bell been knoll'd to church,
    And sat at good men's feasts, and wip'd our eyes
    Of drops that sacred pity hath engend'red;
    And therefore sit you down in gentleness, 1020
    And take upon command what help we have
    That to your wanting may be minist'red.
  • Orlando. Then but forbear your food a little while,
    Whiles, like a doe, I go to find my fawn,
    And give it food. There is an old poor man 1025
    Who after me hath many a weary step
    Limp'd in pure love; till he be first suffic'd,
    Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger,
    I will not touch a bit.
  • Duke. Go find him out. 1030
    And we will nothing waste till you return.
  • Orlando. I thank ye; and be blest for your good comfort! Exit
  • Duke. Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy:
    This wide and universal theatre
    Presents more woeful pageants than the scene 1035
    Wherein we play in.
  • Jaques (lord). All the world's a stage,
    And all the men and women merely players;
    They have their exits and their entrances;
    And one man in his time plays many parts, 1040
    His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
    Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms;
    Then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
    And shining morning face, creeping like snail
    Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, 1045
    Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
    Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
    Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
    Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
    Seeking the bubble reputation 1050
    Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
    In fair round belly with good capon lin'd,
    With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
    Full of wise saws and modern instances;
    And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts 1055
    Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
    With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
    His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide
    For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
    Turning again toward childish treble, pipes 1060
    And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
    That ends this strange eventful history,
    Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
    Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.

Re-enter ORLANDO with ADAM

  • Duke. Welcome. Set down your venerable burden,
    And let him feed.
  • Orlando. I thank you most for him.
  • Adam. So had you need;
    I scarce can speak to thank you for myself. 1070
  • Duke. Welcome; fall to. I will not trouble you
    As yet to question you about your fortunes.
    Give us some music; and, good cousin, sing.
    SONG
    Blow, blow, thou winter wind, 1075
    Thou art not so unkind
    As man's ingratitude;
    Thy tooth is not so keen,
    Because thou art not seen,
    Although thy breath be rude. 1080
    Heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho! unto the green holly.
    Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
    Then, heigh-ho, the holly!
    This life is most jolly.
    Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, 1085
    That dost not bite so nigh
    As benefits forgot;
    Though thou the waters warp,
    Thy sting is not so sharp
    As friend rememb'red not. 1090
    Heigh-ho! sing, &c.
  • Duke. If that you were the good Sir Rowland's son,
    As you have whisper'd faithfully you were,
    And as mine eye doth his effigies witness
    Most truly limn'd and living in your face, 1095
    Be truly welcome hither. I am the Duke
    That lov'd your father. The residue of your fortune,
    Go to my cave and tell me. Good old man,
    Thou art right welcome as thy master is.
    Support him by the arm. Give me your hand, 1100
    And let me all your fortunes understand. Exeunt
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Act III, Scene 1

The palace

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Enter DUKE FREDERICK, OLIVER, and LORDS

  • Frederick. Not see him since! Sir, sir, that cannot be.
    But were I not the better part made mercy,
    I should not seek an absent argument 1105
    Of my revenge, thou present. But look to it:
    Find out thy brother wheresoe'er he is;
    Seek him with candle; bring him dead or living
    Within this twelvemonth, or turn thou no more
    To seek a living in our territory. 1110
    Thy lands and all things that thou dost call thine
    Worth seizure do we seize into our hands,
    Till thou canst quit thee by thy brother's mouth
    Of what we think against thee.
  • Oliver. O that your Highness knew my heart in this! 1115
    I never lov'd my brother in my life.
  • Frederick. More villain thou. Well, push him out of doors;
    And let my officers of such a nature
    Make an extent upon his house and lands.
    Do this expediently, and turn him going. Exeunt 1120
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Act III, Scene 2

The forest

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Enter ORLANDO, with a paper

  • Orlando. Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love;
    And thou, thrice-crowned Queen of Night, survey
    With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above,
    Thy huntress' name that my full life doth sway. 1125
    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, 1130
    The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. Exit

Enter CORIN and TOUCHSTONE

  • Corin. And how like you this shepherd's life, Master Touchstone?
  • Touchstone. Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good
    life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, it is nought. 1135
    In respect that it is solitary, I like it very well; but in
    respect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now in
    respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in respect
    it is not in the court, it is tedious. As it is a spare life,
    look you, it fits my humour well; but as there is no more plenty 1140
    in it, it goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in
    thee, shepherd?
  • Corin. No more but that I know the more one sickens the worse at
    ease he is; and that he that wants money, means, and content, is
    without three good friends; that the property of rain is to wet, 1145
    and fire to burn; that good pasture makes fat sheep; and that a
    great cause of the night is lack of the sun; that he that hath
    learned no wit by nature nor art may complain of good breeding,
    or comes of a very dull kindred.
  • Touchstone. Such a one is a natural philosopher. Wast ever in 1150
    court, shepherd?
  • Touchstone. Truly, thou art damn'd, like an ill-roasted egg, all on 1155
    one side.
  • Corin. For not being at court? Your reason.
  • Touchstone. Why, if thou never wast at court thou never saw'st good
    manners; if thou never saw'st good manners, then thy manners must
    be wicked; and wickedness is sin, and sin is damnation. Thou art 1160
    in a parlous state, shepherd.
  • Corin. Not a whit, Touchstone. Those that are good manners at the
    court are as ridiculous in the country as the behaviour of the
    country is most mockable at the court. You told me you salute not
    at the court, but you kiss your hands; that courtesy would be 1165
    uncleanly if courtiers were shepherds.
  • Corin. Why, we are still handling our ewes; and their fells, you
    know, are greasy.
  • Touchstone. Why, do not your courtier's hands sweat? And is not the 1170
    grease of a mutton as wholesome as the sweat of a man? Shallow,
    shallow. A better instance, I say; come.
  • Corin. Besides, our hands are hard.
  • Touchstone. Your lips will feel them the sooner. Shallow again. A
    more sounder instance; come. 1175
  • Corin. And they are often tarr'd over with the surgery of our
    sheep; and would you have us kiss tar? The courtier's hands are
    perfum'd with civet.
  • Touchstone. Most shallow man! thou worm's meat in respect of a good
    piece of flesh indeed! Learn of the wise, and perpend: civet is 1180
    of a baser birth than tar- the very uncleanly flux of a cat. Mend
    the instance, shepherd.
  • Corin. You have too courtly a wit for me; I'll rest.
  • Touchstone. Wilt thou rest damn'd? God help thee, shallow man! God
    make incision in thee! thou art raw. 1185
  • Corin. Sir, I am a true labourer: I earn that I eat, get that I
    wear; owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness; glad of other
    men's good, content with my harm; and the greatest of my pride is
    to see my ewes graze and my lambs suck.
  • Touchstone. That is another simple sin in you: to bring the ewes 1190
    and the rams together, and to offer to get your living by the
    copulation of cattle; to be bawd to a bell-wether, and to betray
    a she-lamb of a twelvemonth to crooked-pated, old, cuckoldly ram,
    out of all reasonable match. If thou beest not damn'd for this,
    the devil himself will have no shepherds; I cannot see else how 1195
    thou shouldst scape.
  • Corin. Here comes young Master Ganymede, my new mistress's brother.

Enter ROSALIND, reading a paper

  • Rosalind. 'From the east to western Inde,
    No jewel is like Rosalinde. 1200
    Her worth, being mounted on the wind,
    Through all the world bears Rosalinde.
    All the pictures fairest lin'd
    Are but black to Rosalinde.
    Let no face be kept in mind 1205
    But the fair of Rosalinde.'
  • Touchstone. I'll rhyme you so eight years together, dinners, and
    suppers, and sleeping hours, excepted. It is the right
    butter-women's rank to market.
  • Touchstone. For a taste:
    If a hart do lack a hind,
    Let him seek out Rosalinde.
    If the cat will after kind,
    So be sure will Rosalinde. 1215
    Winter garments must be lin'd,
    So must slender Rosalinde.
    They that reap must sheaf and bind,
    Then to cart with Rosalinde.
    Sweetest nut hath sourest rind, 1220
    Such a nut is Rosalinde.
    He that sweetest rose will find
    Must find love's prick and Rosalinde.
    This is the very false gallop of verses; why do you infect
    yourself with them? 1225
  • Rosalind. Peace, you dull fool! I found them on a tree.
  • Rosalind. I'll graff it with you, and then I shall graff it with a
    medlar. Then it will be the earliest fruit i' th' country; for
    you'll be rotten ere you be half ripe, and that's the right 1230
    virtue of the medlar.
  • Touchstone. You have said; but whether wisely or no, let the forest
    judge.
    Enter CELIA, with a writing
  • Rosalind. Peace! 1235
    Here comes my sister, reading; stand aside.
  • Celia. 'Why should this a desert be?
    For it is unpeopled? No;
    Tongues I'll hang on every tree
    That shall civil sayings show. 1240
    Some, how brief the life of man
    Runs his erring pilgrimage,
    That the streching of a span
    Buckles in his sum of age;
    Some, of violated vows 1245
    'Twixt the souls of friend and friend;
    But upon the fairest boughs,
    Or at every sentence end,
    Will I Rosalinda write,
    Teaching all that read to know 1250
    The quintessence of every sprite
    Heaven would in little show.
    Therefore heaven Nature charg'd
    That one body should be fill'd
    With all graces wide-enlarg'd. 1255
    Nature presently distill'd
    Helen's cheek, but not her heart,
    Cleopatra's majesty,
    Atalanta's better part,
    Sad Lucretia's modesty. 1260
    Thus Rosalinde of many parts
    By heavenly synod was devis'd,
    Of many faces, eyes, and hearts,
    To have the touches dearest priz'd.
    Heaven would that she these gifts should have, 1265
    And I to live and die her slave.'
  • Rosalind. O most gentle Jupiter! What tedious homily of love have
    you wearied your parishioners withal, and never cried 'Have
    patience, good people.'
  • Celia. How now! Back, friends; shepherd, go off a little; go with 1270
    him, sirrah.
  • Touchstone. Come, shepherd, let us make an honourable retreat;
    though not with bag and baggage, yet with scrip and scrippage.

Exeunt CORIN and TOUCHSTONE

  • Celia. Didst thou hear these verses? 1275
  • Rosalind. O, yes, I heard them all, and more too; for some of them
    had in them more feet than the verses would bear.
  • Celia. That's no matter; the feet might bear the verses.
  • Rosalind. Ay, but the feet were lame, and could not bear themselves
    without the verse, and therefore stood lamely in the verse. 1280
  • Celia. But didst thou hear without wondering how thy name should be
    hang'd and carved upon these trees?
  • Rosalind. I was seven of the nine days out of the wonder before you
    came; for look here what I found on a palm-tree. I was never so
    berhym'd since Pythagoras' time that I was an Irish rat, which I 1285
    can hardly remember.
  • Celia. Trow you who hath done this?
  • Celia. And a chain, that you once wore, about his neck.
    Change you colour? 1290
  • Celia. O Lord, Lord! it is a hard matter for friends to meet; but
    mountains may be remov'd with earthquakes, and so encounter.
  • Celia. Is it possible? 1295
  • Rosalind. Nay, I prithee now, with most petitionary vehemence, tell
    me who it is.
  • Celia. O wonderful, wonderful, most wonderful wonderful, and yet
    again wonderful, and after that, out of all whooping!
  • Rosalind. Good my complexion! dost thou think, though I am 1300
    caparison'd like a man, I have a doublet and hose in my
    disposition? One inch of delay more is a South Sea of discovery.
    I prithee tell me who is it quickly, and speak apace. I would
    thou could'st stammer, that thou mightst pour this conceal'd man
    out of thy mouth, as wine comes out of narrow-mouth'd bottle- 1305
    either too much at once or none at all. I prithee take the cork
    out of thy mouth that I may drink thy tidings.
  • Celia. So you may put a man in your belly.
  • Rosalind. Is he of God's making? What manner of man?
    Is his head worth a hat or his chin worth a beard? 1310
  • Celia. Nay, he hath but a little beard.
  • Rosalind. Why, God will send more if the man will be thankful. Let
    me stay the growth of his beard, if thou delay me not the
    knowledge of his chin.
  • Celia. It is young Orlando, that tripp'd up the wrestler's heels 1315
    and your heart both in an instant.
  • Rosalind. Nay, but the devil take mocking! Speak sad brow and true
    maid.
  • Celia. I' faith, coz, 'tis he.
  • Rosalind. Alas the day! what shall I do with my doublet and hose?
    What did he when thou saw'st him? What said he? How look'd he?
    Wherein went he? What makes he here? Did he ask for me? Where
    remains he? How parted he with thee? And when shalt thou see him 1325
    again? Answer me in one word.
  • Celia. You must borrow me Gargantua's mouth first; 'tis a word too
    great for any mouth of this age's size. To say ay and no to these
    particulars is more than to answer in a catechism.
  • Rosalind. But doth he know that I am in this forest, and in man's 1330
    apparel? Looks he as freshly as he did the day he wrestled?
  • Celia. It is as easy to count atomies as to resolve the
    propositions of a lover; but take a taste of my finding him, and
    relish it with good observance. I found him under a tree, like a
    dropp'd acorn. 1335
  • Rosalind. It may well be call'd Jove's tree, when it drops forth
    such fruit.
  • Celia. Give me audience, good madam.
  • Celia. There lay he, stretch'd along like a wounded knight. 1340
  • Rosalind. Though it be pity to see such a sight, it well becomes
    the ground.
  • Celia. Cry 'Holla' to thy tongue, I prithee; it curvets
    unseasonably. He was furnish'd like a hunter.
  • Rosalind. O, ominous! he comes to kill my heart. 1345
  • Celia. I would sing my song without a burden; thou bring'st me out
    of tune.
  • Rosalind. Do you not know I am a woman? When I think, I must speak.
    Sweet, say on.
  • Celia. You bring me out. Soft! comes he not here? 1350

Enter ORLANDO and JAQUES

  • Rosalind. 'Tis he; slink by, and note him.
  • Jaques (lord). I thank you for your company; but, good faith, I had as
    lief have been myself alone.
  • Orlando. And so had I; but yet, for fashion sake, I thank you too 1355
    for your society.
  • Orlando. I do desire we may be better strangers.
  • Jaques (lord). I pray you mar no more trees with writing love songs in
    their barks. 1360
  • Orlando. I pray you mar no more of my verses with reading them
    ill-favouredly.
  • Orlando. There was no thought of pleasing you when she was
    christen'd.
  • Orlando. Just as high as my heart.
  • Jaques (lord). You are full of pretty answers. Have you not been 1370
    acquainted with goldsmiths' wives, and conn'd them out of rings?
  • Orlando. Not so; but I answer you right painted cloth, from whence
    you have studied your questions.
  • Jaques (lord). You have a nimble wit; I think 'twas made of Atalanta's
    heels. Will you sit down with me? and we two will rail against 1375
    our mistress the world, and all our misery.
  • Orlando. I will chide no breather in the world but myself, against
    whom I know most faults.
  • Orlando. 'Tis a fault I will not change for your best virtue. I am 1380
    weary of you.
  • Jaques (lord). By my troth, I was seeking for a fool when I found you.
  • Orlando. He is drown'd in the brook; look but in, and you shall see
    him.
  • Orlando. Which I take to be either a fool or a cipher.
  • Jaques (lord). I'll tarry no longer with you; farewell, good Signior Love.
  • Orlando. I am glad of your departure; adieu, good Monsieur
    Melancholy.

Exit JAQUES

  • Rosalind. [Aside to CELIA] I will speak to him like a saucy lackey,
    and under that habit play the knave with him.- Do you hear,
    forester?
  • Orlando. Very well; what would you?
  • Rosalind. I pray you, what is't o'clock? 1395
  • Orlando. You should ask me what time o' day; there's no clock in
    the forest.
  • Rosalind. Then there is no true lover in the forest, else sighing
    every minute and groaning every hour would detect the lazy foot
    of Time as well as a clock. 1400
  • Orlando. And why not the swift foot of Time? Had not that been as
    proper?
  • Rosalind. By no means, sir. Time travels in divers paces with
    divers persons. I'll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time
    trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands still 1405
    withal.
  • Orlando. I prithee, who doth he trot withal?
  • Rosalind. Marry, he trots hard with a young maid between the
    contract of her marriage and the day it is solemniz'd; if the
    interim be but a se'nnight, Time's pace is so hard that it seems 1410
    the length of seven year.
  • Rosalind. With a priest that lacks Latin and a rich man that hath
    not the gout; for the one sleeps easily because he cannot study,
    and the other lives merrily because he feels no pain; the one 1415
    lacking the burden of lean and wasteful learning, the other
    knowing no burden of heavy tedious penury. These Time ambles
    withal.
  • Orlando. Who doth he gallop withal?
  • Rosalind. With a thief to the gallows; for though he go as softly 1420
    as foot can fall, he thinks himself too soon there.
  • Orlando. Who stays it still withal?
  • Rosalind. With lawyers in the vacation; for they sleep between term
    and term, and then they perceive not how Time moves.
  • Orlando. Where dwell you, pretty youth? 1425
  • Rosalind. With this shepherdess, my sister; here in the skirts of
    the forest, like fringe upon a petticoat.
  • Orlando. Are you native of this place?
  • Rosalind. As the coney that you see dwell where she is kindled.
  • Orlando. Your accent is something finer than you could purchase in 1430
    so removed a dwelling.
  • Rosalind. I have been told so of many; but indeed an old religious
    uncle of mine taught me to speak, who was in his youth an inland
    man; one that knew courtship too well, for there he fell in love.
    I have heard him read many lectures against it; and I thank God I 1435
    am not a woman, to be touch'd with so many giddy offences as he
    hath generally tax'd their whole sex withal.
  • Orlando. Can you remember any of the principal evils that he laid
    to the charge of women?
  • Rosalind. There were none principal; they were all like one another 1440
    as halfpence are; every one fault seeming monstrous till his
    fellow-fault came to match it.
  • Orlando. I prithee recount some of them.
  • Rosalind. No; I will not cast away my physic but on those that are
    sick. There is a man haunts the forest that abuses our young 1445
    plants with carving 'Rosalind' on their barks; hangs odes upon
    hawthorns and elegies on brambles; all, forsooth, deifying the
    name of Rosalind. If I could meet that fancy-monger, I would give
    him some good counsel, for he seems to have the quotidian of love
    upon him. 1450
  • Orlando. I am he that is so love-shak'd; I pray you tell me your
    remedy.
  • Rosalind. There is none of my uncle's marks upon you; he taught me
    how to know a man in love; in which cage of rushes I am sure you
    are not prisoner. 1455
  • Rosalind. A lean cheek, which you have not; a blue eye and sunken,
    which you have not; an unquestionable spirit, which you have not;
    a beard neglected, which you have not; but I pardon you for that,
    for simply your having in beard is a younger brother's revenue. 1460
    Then your hose should be ungarter'd, your bonnet unbanded, your
    sleeve unbutton'd, your shoe untied, and every thing about you
    demonstrating a careless desolation. But you are no such man; you
    are rather point-device in your accoutrements, as loving yourself
    than seeming the lover of any other. 1465
  • Orlando. Fair youth, I would I could make thee believe I love.
  • Rosalind. Me believe it! You may as soon make her that you love
    believe it; which, I warrant, she is apter to do than to confess
    she does. That is one of the points in the which women still give
    the lie to their consciences. But, in good sooth, are you he that 1470
    hangs the verses on the trees wherein Rosalind is so admired?
  • Orlando. I swear to thee, youth, by the white hand of Rosalind, I
    am that he, that unfortunate he.
  • Rosalind. But are you so much in love as your rhymes speak?
  • Orlando. Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much. 1475
  • Rosalind. Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as
    well a dark house and a whip as madmen do; and the reason why
    they are not so punish'd and cured is that the lunacy is so
    ordinary that the whippers are in love too. Yet I profess curing
    it by counsel. 1480
  • Orlando. Did you ever cure any so?
  • Rosalind. Yes, one; and in this manner. He was to imagine me his
    love, his mistress; and I set him every day to woo me; at which
    time would I, being but a moonish youth, grieve, be effeminate,
    changeable, longing and liking, proud, fantastical, apish, 1485
    shallow, inconstant, full of tears, full of smiles; for every
    passion something and for no passion truly anything, as boys and
    women are for the most part cattle of this colour; would now like
    him, now loathe him; then entertain him, then forswear him; now
    weep for him, then spit at him; that I drave my suitor from his 1490
    mad humour of love to a living humour of madness; which was, to
    forswear the full stream of the world and to live in a nook
    merely monastic. And thus I cur'd him; and this way will I take
    upon me to wash your liver as clean as a sound sheep's heart,
    that there shall not be one spot of love in 't. 1495
  • Orlando. I would not be cured, youth.
  • Rosalind. I would cure you, if you would but call me Rosalind, and
    come every day to my cote and woo me.
  • Orlando. Now, by the faith of my love, I will. Tell me where it is.
  • Rosalind. Go with me to it, and I'll show it you; and, by the way, 1500
    you shall tell me where in the forest you live. Will you go?
  • Orlando. With all my heart, good youth.
  • Rosalind. Nay, you must call me Rosalind. Come, sister, will you
    go? Exeunt
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Act III, Scene 3

The forest

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Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY; JAQUES behind

  • Touchstone. Come apace, good Audrey; I will fetch up your goats,
    Audrey. And how, Audrey, am I the man yet? Doth my simple feature
    content you?
  • Audrey. Your features! Lord warrant us! What features?
  • Touchstone. I am here with thee and thy goats, as the most 1510
    capricious poet, honest Ovid, was among the Goths.
  • Jaques (lord). [Aside] O knowledge ill-inhabited, worse than Jove in a
    thatch'd house!
  • Touchstone. When a man's verses cannot be understood, nor a man's
    good wit seconded with the forward child understanding, it 1515
    strikes a man more dead than a great reckoning in a little room.
    Truly, I would the gods had made thee poetical.
  • Audrey. I do not know what 'poetical' is. Is it honest in deed and
    word? Is it a true thing?
  • Touchstone. No, truly; for the truest poetry is the most feigning, 1520
    and lovers are given to poetry; and what they swear in poetry may
    be said as lovers they do feign.
  • Audrey. Do you wish, then, that the gods had made me poetical?
  • Touchstone. I do, truly, for thou swear'st to me thou art honest;
    now, if thou wert a poet, I might have some hope thou didst 1525
    feign.
  • Audrey. Would you not have me honest?
  • Touchstone. No, truly, unless thou wert hard-favour'd; for honesty
    coupled to beauty is to have honey a sauce to sugar.
  • Audrey. Well, I am not fair; and therefore I pray the gods make me
    honest.
  • Touchstone. Truly, and to cast away honesty upon a foul slut were
    to put good meat into an unclean dish.
  • Audrey. I am not a slut, though I thank the gods I am foul. 1535
  • Touchstone. Well, praised be the gods for thy foulness;
    sluttishness may come hereafter. But be it as it may be, I will
    marry thee; and to that end I have been with Sir Oliver Martext,
    the vicar of the next village, who hath promis'd to meet me in
    this place of the forest, and to couple us. 1540
  • Audrey. Well, the gods give us joy!
  • Touchstone. Amen. A man may, if he were of a fearful heart, stagger
    in this attempt; for here we have no temple but the wood, no
    assembly but horn-beasts. But what though? Courage! As horns are 1545
    odious, they are necessary. It is said: 'Many a man knows no end
    of his goods.' Right! Many a man has good horns and knows no end
    of them. Well, that is the dowry of his wife; 'tis none of his
    own getting. Horns? Even so. Poor men alone? No, no; the noblest
    deer hath them as huge as the rascal. Is the single man therefore 1550
    blessed? No; as a wall'd town is more worthier than a village, so
    is the forehead of a married man more honourable than the bare
    brow of a bachelor; and by how much defence is better than no
    skill, by so much is horn more precious than to want. Here comes
    Sir Oliver. 1555
    [Enter SIR OLIVER MARTEXT]
    Sir Oliver Martext, you are well met. Will you dispatch us here
    under this tree, or shall we go with you to your chapel?
  • Touchstone. I will not take her on gift of any man. 1560
  • Jaques (lord). [Discovering himself] Proceed, proceed; I'll give her.
  • Touchstone. Good even, good Master What-ye-call't; how do you, sir?
    You are very well met. Goddild you for your last company. I am
    very glad to see you. Even a toy in hand here, sir. Nay; pray be 1565
    cover'd.
  • Touchstone. As the ox hath his bow, sir, the horse his curb, and
    the falcon her bells, so man hath his desires; and as pigeons
    bill, so wedlock would be nibbling. 1570
  • Jaques (lord). And will you, being a man of your breeding, be married
    under a bush, like a beggar? Get you to church and have a good
    priest that can tell you what marriage is; this fellow will but
    join you together as they join wainscot; then one of you will
    prove a shrunk panel, and like green timber warp, warp. 1575
  • Touchstone. [Aside] I am not in the mind but I were better to be
    married of him than of another; for he is not like to marry me
    well; and not being well married, it will be a good excuse for me
    hereafter to leave my wife.
  • Touchstone. Come, sweet Audrey;
    We must be married or we must live in bawdry.
    Farewell, good Master Oliver. Not-
    O sweet Oliver,
    O brave Oliver, 1585
    Leave me not behind thee.
    But-
    Wind away,
    Begone, I say,
    I will not to wedding with thee. 1590
    Exeunt JAQUES, TOUCHSTONE, and AUDREY
  • Sir Oliver Martext. 'Tis no matter; ne'er a fantastical knave of them all
    shall flout me out of my calling. Exit
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Act III, Scene 4

The forest

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Enter ROSALIND and CELIA

  • Rosalind. Never talk to me; I will weep. 1595
  • Celia. Do, I prithee; but yet have the grace to consider that tears
    do not become a man.
  • Rosalind. But have I not cause to weep?
  • Celia. As good cause as one would desire; therefore weep.
  • Rosalind. His very hair is of the dissembling colour. 1600
  • Celia. Something browner than Judas's.
    Marry, his kisses are Judas's own children.
  • Rosalind. I' faith, his hair is of a good colour.
  • Celia. An excellent colour: your chestnut was ever the only colour.
  • Rosalind. And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the touch of 1605
    holy bread.
  • Celia. He hath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana. A nun of
    winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously; the very ice of
    chastity is in them.
  • Rosalind. But why did he swear he would come this morning, and 1610
    comes not?
  • Celia. Nay, certainly, there is no truth in him.
  • Celia. Yes; I think he is not a pick-purse nor a horse-stealer; but
    for his verity in love, I do think him as concave as covered 1615
    goblet or a worm-eaten nut.
  • Celia. Yes, when he is in; but I think he is not in.
  • Rosalind. You have heard him swear downright he was.
  • Celia. 'Was' is not 'is'; besides, the oath of a lover is no 1620
    stronger than the word of a tapster; they are both the confirmer
    of false reckonings. He attends here in the forest on the Duke,
    your father.
  • Rosalind. I met the Duke yesterday, and had much question with him.
    He asked me of what parentage I was; I told him, of as good as 1625
    he; so he laugh'd and let me go. But what talk we of fathers when
    there is such a man as Orlando?
  • Celia. O, that's a brave man! He writes brave verses, speaks brave
    words, swears brave oaths, and breaks them bravely, quite
    traverse, athwart the heart of his lover; as a puny tilter, that 1630
    spurs his horse but on one side, breaks his staff like a noble
    goose. But all's brave that youth mounts and folly guides. Who
    comes here?

Enter CORIN

  • Corin. Mistress and master, you have oft enquired 1635
    After the shepherd that complain'd of love,
    Who you saw sitting by me on the turf,
    Praising the proud disdainful shepherdess
    That was his mistress.
  • Celia. Well, and what of him? 1640
  • Corin. If you will see a pageant truly play'd
    Between the pale complexion of true love
    And the red glow of scorn and proud disdain,
    Go hence a little, and I shall conduct you,
    If you will mark it. 1645
  • Rosalind. O, come, let us remove!
    The sight of lovers feedeth those in love.
    Bring us to this sight, and you shall say
    I'll prove a busy actor in their play. Exeunt
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Act III, Scene 5

Another part of the forest

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Enter SILVIUS and PHEBE

  • Silvius. Sweet Phebe, do not scorn me; do not, Phebe.
    Say that you love me not; but say not so
    In bitterness. The common executioner,
    Whose heart th' accustom'd sight of death makes hard,
    Falls not the axe upon the humbled neck 1655
    But first begs pardon. Will you sterner be
    Than he that dies and lives by bloody drops?

Enter ROSALIND, CELIA, and CORIN, at a distance

  • Phebe. I would not be thy executioner;
    I fly thee, for I would not injure thee. 1660
    Thou tell'st me there is murder in mine eye.
    'Tis pretty, sure, and very probable,
    That eyes, that are the frail'st and softest things,
    Who shut their coward gates on atomies,
    Should be call'd tyrants, butchers, murderers! 1665
    Now I do frown on thee with all my heart;
    And if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill thee.
    Now counterfeit to swoon; why, now fall down;
    Or, if thou canst not, O, for shame, for shame,
    Lie not, to say mine eyes are murderers. 1670
    Now show the wound mine eye hath made in thee.
    Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remains
    Some scar of it; lean upon a rush,
    The cicatrice and capable impressure
    Thy palm some moment keeps; but now mine eyes, 1675
    Which I have darted at thee, hurt thee not;
    Nor, I am sure, there is not force in eyes
    That can do hurt.
  • Silvius. O dear Phebe,
    If ever- as that ever may be near- 1680
    You meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy,
    Then shall you know the wounds invisible
    That love's keen arrows make.
  • Phebe. But till that time
    Come not thou near me; and when that time comes, 1685
    Afflict me with thy mocks, pity me not;
    As till that time I shall not pity thee.
  • Rosalind. [Advancing] And why, I pray you? Who might be your
    mother,
    That you insult, exult, and all at once, 1690
    Over the wretched? What though you have no beauty-
    As, by my faith, I see no more in you
    Than without candle may go dark to bed-
    Must you be therefore proud and pitiless?
    Why, what means this? Why do you look on me? 1695
    I see no more in you than in the ordinary
    Of nature's sale-work. 'Od's my little life,
    I think she means to tangle my eyes too!
    No faith, proud mistress, hope not after it;
    'Tis not your inky brows, your black silk hair, 1700
    Your bugle eyeballs, nor your cheek of cream,
    That can entame my spirits to your worship.
    You foolish shepherd, wherefore do you follow her,
    Like foggy south, puffing with wind and rain?
    You are a thousand times a properer man 1705
    Than she a woman. 'Tis such fools as you
    That makes the world full of ill-favour'd children.
    'Tis not her glass, but you, that flatters her;
    And out of you she sees herself more proper
    Than any of her lineaments can show her. 1710
    But, mistress, know yourself. Down on your knees,
    And thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love;
    For I must tell you friendly in your ear:
    Sell when you can; you are not for all markets.
    Cry the man mercy, love him, take his offer; 1715
    Foul is most foul, being foul to be a scoffer.
    So take her to thee, shepherd. Fare you well.
  • Phebe. Sweet youth, I pray you chide a year together;
    I had rather hear you chide than this man woo.
  • Rosalind. He's fall'n in love with your foulness, and she'll fall 1720
    in love with my anger. If it be so, as fast as she answers thee
    with frowning looks, I'll sauce her with bitter words. Why look
    you so upon me?
  • Phebe. For no ill will I bear you.
  • Rosalind. I pray you do not fall in love with me, 1725
    For I am falser than vows made in wine;
    Besides, I like you not. If you will know my house,
    'Tis at the tuft of olives here hard by.
    Will you go, sister? Shepherd, ply her hard.
    Come, sister. Shepherdess, look on him better, 1730
    And be not proud; though all the world could see,
    None could be so abus'd in sight as he.
    Come, to our flock. Exeunt ROSALIND, CELIA, and CORIN
  • Phebe. Dead shepherd, now I find thy saw of might:
    'Who ever lov'd that lov'd not at first sight?' 1735
  • Phebe. Ha! what say'st thou, Silvius?
  • Phebe. Why, I am sorry for thee, gentle Silvius.
  • Silvius. Wherever sorrow is, relief would be. 1740
    If you do sorrow at my grief in love,
    By giving love, your sorrow and my grief
    Were both extermin'd.
  • Phebe. Thou hast my love; is not that neighbourly?
  • Phebe. Why, that were covetousness.
    Silvius, the time was that I hated thee;
    And yet it is not that I bear thee love;
    But since that thou canst talk of love so well,
    Thy company, which erst was irksome to me, 1750
    I will endure; and I'll employ thee too.
    But do not look for further recompense
    Than thine own gladness that thou art employ'd.
  • Silvius. So holy and so perfect is my love,
    And I in such a poverty of grace, 1755
    That I shall think it a most plenteous crop
    To glean the broken ears after the man
    That the main harvest reaps; loose now and then
    A scatt'red smile, and that I'll live upon.
  • Phebe. Know'st thou the youth that spoke to me erewhile? 1760
  • Silvius. Not very well; but I have met him oft;
    And he hath bought the cottage and the bounds
    That the old carlot once was master of.
  • Phebe. Think not I love him, though I ask for him;
    'Tis but a peevish boy; yet he talks well. 1765
    But what care I for words? Yet words do well
    When he that speaks them pleases those that hear.
    It is a pretty youth- not very pretty;
    But, sure, he's proud; and yet his pride becomes him.
    He'll make a proper man. The best thing in him 1770
    Is his complexion; and faster than his tongue
    Did make offence, his eye did heal it up.
    He is not very tall; yet for his years he's tall;
    His leg is but so-so; and yet 'tis well.
    There was a pretty redness in his lip, 1775
    A little riper and more lusty red
    Than that mix'd in his cheek; 'twas just the difference
    Betwixt the constant red and mingled damask.
    There be some women, Silvius, had they mark'd him
    In parcels as I did, would have gone near 1780
    To fall in love with him; but, for my part,
    I love him not, nor hate him not; and yet
    I have more cause to hate him than to love him;
    For what had he to do to chide at me?
    He said mine eyes were black, and my hair black, 1785
    And, now I am rememb'red, scorn'd at me.
    I marvel why I answer'd not again;
    But that's all one: omittance is no quittance.
    I'll write to him a very taunting letter,
    And thou shalt bear it; wilt thou, Silvius? 1790
  • Silvius. Phebe, with all my heart.
  • Phebe. I'll write it straight;
    The matter's in my head and in my heart;
    I will be bitter with him and passing short.
    Go with me, Silvius. Exeunt 1795
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Act IV, Scene 1

The forest

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Enter ROSALIND, CELIA, and JAQUES

  • Jaques (lord). I prithee, pretty youth, let me be better acquainted with
    thee.
  • Rosalind. They say you are a melancholy fellow.
  • Rosalind. Those that are in extremity of either are abominable
    fellows, and betray themselves to every modern censure worse than
    drunkards.
  • Rosalind. Why then, 'tis good to be a post. 1805
  • Jaques (lord). I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is
    emulation; nor the musician's, which is fantastical; nor the
    courtier's, which is proud; nor the soldier's, which is
    ambitious; nor the lawyer's, which is politic; nor the lady's,
    which is nice; nor the lover's, which is all these; but it is a 1810
    melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted
    from many objects, and, indeed, the sundry contemplation of my
    travels; in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous
    sadness.
  • Rosalind. A traveller! By my faith, you have great reason to be 1815
    sad. I fear you have sold your own lands to see other men's; then
    to have seen much and to have nothing is to have rich eyes and
    poor hands.

Enter ORLANDO

  • Rosalind. And your experience makes you sad. I had rather have a
    fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad- and to
    travel for it too.
  • Orlando. Good day, and happiness, dear Rosalind!
  • Jaques (lord). Nay, then, God buy you, an you talk in blank verse. 1825
  • Rosalind. Farewell, Monsieur Traveller; look you lisp and wear
    strange suits, disable all the benefits of your own country, be
    out of love with your nativity, and almost chide God for making
    you that countenance you are; or I will scarce think you have
    swam in a gondola. [Exit JAQUES] Why, how now, Orlando! where 1830
    have you been all this while? You a lover! An you serve me such
    another trick, never come in my sight more.
  • Orlando. My fair Rosalind, I come within an hour of my promise.
  • Rosalind. Break an hour's promise in love! He that will divide a
    minute into a thousand parts, and break but a part of the 1835
    thousand part of a minute in the affairs of love, it may be said
    of him that Cupid hath clapp'd him o' th' shoulder, but I'll
    warrant him heart-whole.
  • Orlando. Pardon me, dear Rosalind.
  • Rosalind. Nay, an you be so tardy, come no more in my sight. I had 1840
    as lief be woo'd of a snail.
  • Rosalind. Ay, of a snail; for though he comes slowly, he carries
    his house on his head- a better jointure, I think, than you make
    a woman; besides, he brings his destiny with him. 1845
  • Rosalind. Why, horns; which such as you are fain to be beholding to
    your wives for; but he comes armed in his fortune, and prevents
    the slander of his wife.
  • Orlando. Virtue is no horn-maker; and my Rosalind is virtuous. 1850
  • Celia. It pleases him to call you so; but he hath a Rosalind of a
    better leer than you.
  • Rosalind. Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in a holiday humour,
    and like enough to consent. What would you say to me now, an I 1855
    were your very very Rosalind?
  • Orlando. I would kiss before I spoke.
  • Rosalind. Nay, you were better speak first; and when you were
    gravell'd for lack of matter, you might take occasion to kiss.
    Very good orators, when they are out, they will spit; and for 1860
    lovers lacking- God warn us!- matter, the cleanliest shift is to
    kiss.
  • Orlando. How if the kiss be denied?
  • Rosalind. Then she puts you to entreaty, and there begins new
    matter. 1865
  • Orlando. Who could be out, being before his beloved mistress?
  • Rosalind. Marry, that should you, if I were your mistress; or I
    should think my honesty ranker than my wit.
  • Rosalind. Not out of your apparel, and yet out of your suit. 1870
    Am not I your Rosalind?
  • Orlando. I take some joy to say you are, because I would be talking
    of her.
  • Rosalind. Well, in her person, I say I will not have you.
  • Orlando. Then, in mine own person, I die. 1875
  • Rosalind. No, faith, die by attorney. The poor world is almost six
    thousand years old, and in all this time there was not any man
    died in his own person, videlicet, in a love-cause. Troilus had
    his brains dash'd out with a Grecian club; yet he did what he
    could to die before, and he is one of the patterns of love. 1880
    Leander, he would have liv'd many a fair year, though Hero had
    turn'd nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night; for,
    good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont, and,
    being taken with the cramp, was drown'd; and the foolish
    chroniclers of that age found it was- Hero of Sestos. But these 1885
    are all lies: men have died from time to time, and worms have
    eaten them, but not for love.
  • Orlando. I would not have my right Rosalind of this mind; for, I
    protest, her frown might kill me.
  • Rosalind. By this hand, it will not kill a fly. But come, now I 1890
    will be your Rosalind in a more coming-on disposition; and ask me
    what you will, I will grant it.
  • Rosalind. Yes, faith, will I, Fridays and Saturdays, and all.
  • Orlando. And wilt thou have me? 1895
  • Rosalind. Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing? Come, 1900
    sister, you shall be the priest, and marry us. Give me your hand,
    Orlando. What do you say, sister?
  • Celia. I cannot say the words.
  • Rosalind. You must begin 'Will you, Orlando'- 1905
  • Celia. Go to. Will you, Orlando, have to wife this Rosalind?
  • Orlando. Why, now; as fast as she can marry us.
  • Rosalind. Then you must say 'I take thee, Rosalind, for wife.' 1910
  • Orlando. I take thee, Rosalind, for wife.
  • Rosalind. I might ask you for your commission; but- I do take thee,
    Orlando, for my husband. There's a girl goes before the priest;
    and, certainly, a woman's thought runs before her actions.
  • Orlando. So do all thoughts; they are wing'd. 1915
  • Rosalind. Now tell me how long you would have her, after you have
    possess'd her.
  • Rosalind. Say 'a day' without the 'ever.' No, no, Orlando; men are
    April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when 1920
    they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. I will
    be more jealous of thee than a Barbary cock-pigeon over his hen,
    more clamorous than a parrot against rain, more new-fangled than
    an ape, more giddy in my desires than a monkey. I will weep for
    nothing, like Diana in the fountain, and I will do that when you 1925
    are dispos'd to be merry; I will laugh like a hyen, and that when
    thou are inclin'd to sleep.
  • Orlando. But will my Rosalind do so?
  • Rosalind. By my life, she will do as I do.
  • Rosalind. Or else she could not have the wit to do this. The wiser,
    the waywarder. Make the doors upon a woman's wit, and it will out
    at the casement; shut that, and 'twill out at the key-hole; stop
    that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney.
  • Orlando. A man that had a wife with such a wit, he might say 'Wit, 1935
    whither wilt?'
  • Rosalind. Nay, you might keep that check for it, till you met your
    wife's wit going to your neighbour's bed.
  • Orlando. And what wit could wit have to excuse that?
  • Rosalind. Marry, to say she came to seek you there. You shall never 1940
    take her without her answer, unless you take her without her
    tongue. O, that woman that cannot make her fault her husband's
    occasion, let her never nurse her child herself, for she will
    breed it like a fool!
  • Orlando. For these two hours, Rosalind, I will leave thee. 1945
  • Rosalind. Alas, dear love, I cannot lack thee two hours!
  • Orlando. I must attend the Duke at dinner; by two o'clock I will be
    with thee again.
  • Rosalind. Ay, go your ways, go your ways. I knew what you would
    prove; my friends told me as much, and I thought no less. That 1950
    flattering tongue of yours won me. 'Tis but one cast away, and
    so, come death! Two o'clock is your hour?
  • Rosalind. By my troth, and in good earnest, and so God mend me, and
    by all pretty oaths that are not dangerous, if you break one jot 1955
    of your promise, or come one minute behind your hour, I will
    think you the most pathetical break-promise, and the most hollow
    lover, and the most unworthy of her you call Rosalind, that may
    be chosen out of the gross band of the unfaithful. Therefore
    beware my censure, and keep your promise. 1960
  • Orlando. With no less religion than if thou wert indeed my
    Rosalind; so, adieu.
  • Rosalind. Well, Time is the old justice that examines all such
    offenders, and let Time try. Adieu. Exit ORLANDO
  • Celia. You have simply misus'd our sex in your love-prate. We must 1965
    have your doublet and hose pluck'd over your head, and show the
    world what the bird hath done to her own nest.
  • Rosalind. O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that thou didst
    know how many fathom deep I am in love! But it cannot be sounded;
    my affection hath an unknown bottom, like the Bay of Portugal. 1970
  • Celia. Or rather, bottomless; that as fast as you pour affection
    in, it runs out.
  • Rosalind. No; that same wicked bastard of Venus, that was begot of
    thought, conceiv'd of spleen, and born of madness; that blind
    rascally boy, that abuses every one's eyes, because his own are 1975
    out- let him be judge how deep I am in love. I'll tell thee,
    Aliena, I cannot be out of the sight of Orlando. I'll go find a
    shadow, and sigh till he come.
  • Celia. And I'll sleep. Exeunt
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Enter JAQUES and LORDS, in the habit of foresters

  • Lord. Sir, it was I.
  • Jaques (lord). Let's present him to the Duke, like a Roman conqueror; and
    it would do well to set the deer's horns upon his head for a
    branch of victory. Have you no song, forester, for this purpose? 1985
  • Jaques (lord). Sing it; 'tis no matter how it be in tune, so it make noise
    enough.
    SONG.
    What shall he have that kill'd the deer? 1990
    His leather skin and horns to wear.
    [The rest shall hear this burden:]
    Then sing him home.
    Take thou no scorn to wear the horn;
    It was a crest ere thou wast born. 1995
    Thy father's father wore it;
    And thy father bore it.
    The horn, the horn, the lusty horn,
    Is not a thing to laugh to scorn. Exeunt
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Act IV, Scene 3

The forest

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Enter ROSALIND and CELIA

  • Rosalind. How say you now? Is it not past two o'clock?
    And here much Orlando!
  • Celia. I warrant you, with pure love and troubled brain, he hath
    ta'en his bow and arrows, and is gone forth- to sleep. Look, who
    comes here. 2005

Enter SILVIUS

  • Silvius. My errand is to you, fair youth;
    My gentle Phebe did bid me give you this.
    I know not the contents; but, as I guess
    By the stern brow and waspish action 2010
    Which she did use as she was writing of it,
    It bears an angry tenour. Pardon me,
    I am but as a guiltless messenger.
  • Rosalind. Patience herself would startle at this letter,
    And play the swaggerer. Bear this, bear all. 2015
    She says I am not fair, that I lack manners;
    She calls me proud, and that she could not love me,
    Were man as rare as Phoenix. 'Od's my will!
    Her love is not the hare that I do hunt;
    Why writes she so to me? Well, shepherd, well, 2020
    This is a letter of your own device.
  • Silvius. No, I protest, I know not the contents;
    Phebe did write it.
  • Rosalind. Come, come, you are a fool,
    And turn'd into the extremity of love. 2025
    I saw her hand; she has a leathern hand,
    A freestone-colour'd hand; I verily did think
    That her old gloves were on, but 'twas her hands;
    She has a huswife's hand- but that's no matter.
    I say she never did invent this letter: 2030
    This is a man's invention, and his hand.
  • Rosalind. Why, 'tis a boisterous and a cruel style;
    A style for challengers. Why, she defies me,
    Like Turk to Christian. Women's gentle brain 2035
    Could not drop forth such giant-rude invention,
    Such Ethiope words, blacker in their effect
    Than in their countenance. Will you hear the letter?
  • Silvius. So please you, for I never heard it yet;
    Yet heard too much of Phebe's cruelty. 2040
  • Rosalind. She Phebes me: mark how the tyrant writes. [Reads]
    'Art thou god to shepherd turn'd,
    That a maiden's heart hath burn'd?'
    Can a woman rail thus?
  • Silvius. Call you this railing? 2045
  • Rosalind. 'Why, thy godhead laid apart,
    Warr'st thou with a woman's heart?'
    Did you ever hear such railing?
    'Whiles the eye of man did woo me,
    That could do no vengeance to me.' 2050
    Meaning me a beast.
    'If the scorn of your bright eyne
    Have power to raise such love in mine,
    Alack, in me what strange effect
    Would they work in mild aspect! 2055
    Whiles you chid me, I did love;
    How then might your prayers move!
    He that brings this love to the
    Little knows this love in me;
    And by him seal up thy mind, 2060
    Whether that thy youth and kind
    Will the faithful offer take
    Of me and all that I can make;
    Or else by him my love deny,
    And then I'll study how to die.' 2065
  • Celia. Alas, poor shepherd!
  • Rosalind. Do you pity him? No, he deserves no pity. Wilt thou love
    such a woman? What, to make thee an instrument, and play false
    strains upon thee! Not to be endur'd! Well, go your way to her, 2070
    for I see love hath made thee tame snake, and say this to her-
    that if she love me, I charge her to love thee; if she will not,
    I will never have her unless thou entreat for her. If you be a
    true lover, hence, and not a word; for here comes more company.

Exit SILVIUS

[Enter OLIVER]

  • Oliver. Good morrow, fair ones; pray you, if you know,
    Where in the purlieus of this forest stands
    A sheep-cote fenc'd about with olive trees?
  • Celia. West of this place, down in the neighbour bottom. 2080
    The rank of osiers by the murmuring stream
    Left on your right hand brings you to the place.
    But at this hour the house doth keep itself;
    There's none within.
  • Oliver. If that an eye may profit by a tongue, 2085
    Then should I know you by description-
    Such garments, and such years: 'The boy is fair,
    Of female favour, and bestows himself
    Like a ripe sister; the woman low,
    And browner than her brother.' Are not you 2090
    The owner of the house I did inquire for?
  • Celia. It is no boast, being ask'd, to say we are.
  • Oliver. Orlando doth commend him to you both;
    And to that youth he calls his Rosalind
    He sends this bloody napkin. Are you he? 2095
  • Rosalind. I am. What must we understand by this?
  • Oliver. Some of my shame; if you will know of me
    What man I am, and how, and why, and where,
    This handkercher was stain'd.
  • Celia. I pray you, tell it. 2100
  • Oliver. When last the young Orlando parted from you,
    He left a promise to return again
    Within an hour; and, pacing through the forest,
    Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy,
    Lo, what befell! He threw his eye aside, 2105
    And mark what object did present itself.
    Under an oak, whose boughs were moss'd with age,
    And high top bald with dry antiquity,
    A wretched ragged man, o'ergrown with hair,
    Lay sleeping on his back. About his neck 2110
    A green and gilded snake had wreath'd itself,
    Who with her head nimble in threats approach'd
    The opening of his mouth; but suddenly,
    Seeing Orlando, it unlink'd itself,
    And with indented glides did slip away 2115
    Into a bush; under which bush's shade
    A lioness, with udders all drawn dry,
    Lay couching, head on ground, with catlike watch,
    When that the sleeping man should stir; for 'tis
    The royal disposition of that beast 2120
    To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead.
    This seen, Orlando did approach the man,
    And found it was his brother, his elder brother.
  • Celia. O, I have heard him speak of that same brother;
    And he did render him the most unnatural 2125
    That liv'd amongst men.
  • Oliver. And well he might so do,
    For well I know he was unnatural.
  • Rosalind. But, to Orlando: did he leave him there,
    Food to the suck'd and hungry lioness? 2130
  • Oliver. Twice did he turn his back, and purpos'd so;
    But kindness, nobler ever than revenge,
    And nature, stronger than his just occasion,
    Made him give battle to the lioness,
    Who quickly fell before him; in which hurtling 2135
    From miserable slumber I awak'd.
  • Celia. Are you his brother?
  • Celia. Was't you that did so oft contrive to kill him?
  • Oliver. 'Twas I; but 'tis not I. I do not shame 2140
    To tell you what I was, since my conversion
    So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am.
  • Oliver. By and by.
    When from the first to last, betwixt us two, 2145
    Tears our recountments had most kindly bath'd,
    As how I came into that desert place-
    In brief, he led me to the gentle Duke,
    Who gave me fresh array and entertainment,
    Committing me unto my brother's love; 2150
    Who led me instantly unto his cave,
    There stripp'd himself, and here upon his arm
    The lioness had torn some flesh away,
    Which all this while had bled; and now he fainted,
    And cried, in fainting, upon Rosalind. 2155
    Brief, I recover'd him, bound up his wound,
    And, after some small space, being strong at heart,
    He sent me hither, stranger as I am,
    To tell this story, that you might excuse
    His broken promise, and to give this napkin, 2160
    Dy'd in his blood, unto the shepherd youth
    That he in sport doth call his Rosalind.

[ROSALIND swoons]

  • Celia. Why, how now, Ganymede! sweet Ganymede!
  • Oliver. Many will swoon when they do look on blood. 2165
  • Celia. There is more in it. Cousin Ganymede!
  • Celia. We'll lead you thither.
    I pray you, will you take him by the arm? 2170
  • Oliver. Be of good cheer, youth. You a man!
    You lack a man's heart.
  • Rosalind. I do so, I confess it. Ah, sirrah, a body would think
    this was well counterfeited. I pray you tell your brother how
    well I counterfeited. Heigh-ho! 2175
  • Oliver. This was not counterfeit; there is too great testimony in
    your complexion that it was a passion of earnest.
  • Oliver. Well then, take a good heart and counterfeit to be a man.
  • Rosalind. So I do; but, i' faith, I should have been a woman by 2180
    right.
  • Celia. Come, you look paler and paler; pray you draw homewards.
    Good sir, go with us.
  • Oliver. That will I, for I must bear answer back
    How you excuse my brother, Rosalind. 2185
  • Rosalind. I shall devise something; but, I pray you, commend my
    counterfeiting to him. Will you go? Exeunt
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Act V, Scene 1

The forest

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Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY

  • Touchstone. We shall find a time, Audrey; patience, gentle Audrey.
  • Audrey. Faith, the priest was good enough, for all the old 2190
    gentleman's saying.
  • Touchstone. A most wicked Sir Oliver, Audrey, a most vile Martext.
    But, Audrey, there is a youth here in the forest lays claim to
    you.
  • Audrey. Ay, I know who 'tis; he hath no interest in me in the 2195
    world; here comes the man you mean.

Enter WILLIAM

  • Touchstone. It is meat and drink to me to see a clown. By my troth,
    we that have good wits have much to answer for: we shall be
    flouting; we cannot hold. 2200
  • Audrey. God ye good ev'n, William.
  • William. And good ev'n to you, sir.
  • Touchstone. Good ev'n, gentle friend. Cover thy head, cover thy
    head; nay, prithee be cover'd. How old are you, friend? 2205
  • Touchstone. A fair name. Wast born i' th' forest here?
  • William. Ay, sir, I thank God. 2210
  • Touchstone. 'Thank God.' A good answer.
    Art rich?
  • Touchstone. 'So so' is good, very good, very excellent good; and
    yet it is not; it is but so so. Art thou wise? 2215
  • William. Ay, sir, I have a pretty wit.
  • Touchstone. Why, thou say'st well. I do now remember a saying: 'The
    fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be
    a fool.' The heathen philosopher, when he had a desire to eat a
    grape, would open his lips when he put it into his mouth; meaning 2220
    thereby that grapes were made to eat and lips to open. You do
    love this maid?
  • Touchstone. Then learn this of me: to have is to have; for it is a
    figure in rhetoric that drink, being pour'd out of cup into a
    glass, by filling the one doth empty the other; for all your
    writers do consent that ipse is he; now, you are not ipse, for I
    am he. 2230
  • Touchstone. He, sir, that must marry this woman. Therefore, you
    clown, abandon- which is in the vulgar leave- the society- which
    in the boorish is company- of this female- which in the common is
    woman- which together is: abandon the society of this female; or, 2235
    clown, thou perishest; or, to thy better understanding, diest;
    or, to wit, I kill thee, make thee away, translate thy life into
    death, thy liberty into bondage. I will deal in poison with thee,
    or in bastinado, or in steel; I will bandy with thee in faction;
    will o'er-run thee with policy; I will kill thee a hundred and 2240
    fifty ways; therefore tremble and depart.
  • William. God rest you merry, sir. Exit

Enter CORIN

  • Corin. Our master and mistress seeks you; come away, away. 2245
  • Touchstone. Trip, Audrey, trip, Audrey. I attend, I attend.

Exeunt

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Act V, Scene 2

The forest

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Enter ORLANDO and OLIVER

  • Orlando. Is't possible that on so little acquaintance you should
    like her? that but seeing you should love her? and loving woo? 2250
    and, wooing, she should grant? and will you persever to enjoy
    her?
  • Oliver. Neither call the giddiness of it in question, the poverty
    of her, the small acquaintance, my sudden wooing, nor her sudden
    consenting; but say with me, I love Aliena; say with her that she 2255
    loves me; consent with both that we may enjoy each other. It
    shall be to your good; for my father's house and all the revenue
    that was old Sir Rowland's will I estate upon you, and here live
    and die a shepherd.
  • Orlando. You have my consent. Let your wedding be to-morrow. 2260
    Thither will I invite the Duke and all's contented followers. Go
    you and prepare Aliena; for, look you, here comes my Rosalind.

Enter ROSALIND

  • Oliver. And you, fair sister. Exit 2265
  • Rosalind. O, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to see thee wear
    thy heart in a scarf!
  • Rosalind. I thought thy heart had been wounded with the claws of a
    lion. 2270
  • Orlando. Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady.
  • Rosalind. Did your brother tell you how I counterfeited to swoon
    when he show'd me your handkercher?
  • Orlando. Ay, and greater wonders than that.
  • Rosalind. O, I know where you are. Nay, 'tis true. There was never 2275
    any thing so sudden but the fight of two rams and Caesar's
    thrasonical brag of 'I came, saw, and overcame.' For your brother
    and my sister no sooner met but they look'd; no sooner look'd but
    they lov'd; no sooner lov'd but they sigh'd; no sooner sigh'd but
    they ask'd one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but 2280
    they sought the remedy- and in these degrees have they made pair
    of stairs to marriage, which they will climb incontinent, or else
    be incontinent before marriage. They are in the very wrath of
    love, and they will together. Clubs cannot part them.
  • Orlando. They shall be married to-morrow; and I will bid the Duke 2285
    to the nuptial. But, O, how bitter a thing it is to look into
    happiness through another man's eyes! By so much the more shall I
    to-morrow be at the height of heart-heaviness, by how much I
    shall think my brother happy in having what he wishes for.
  • Rosalind. Why, then, to-morrow I cannot serve your turn for 2290
    Rosalind?
  • Orlando. I can live no longer by thinking.
  • Rosalind. I will weary you, then, no longer with idle talking. Know
    of me then- for now I speak to some purpose- that I know you are
    a gentleman of good conceit. I speak not this that you should 2295
    bear a good opinion of my knowledge, insomuch I say I know you
    are; neither do I labour for a greater esteem than may in some
    little measure draw a belief from you, to do yourself good, and
    not to grace me. Believe then, if you please, that I can do
    strange things. I have, since I was three year old, convers'd 2300
    with a magician, most profound in his art and yet not damnable.
    If you do love Rosalind so near the heart as your gesture cries
    it out, when your brother marries Aliena shall you marry her. I
    know into what straits of fortune she is driven; and it is not
    impossible to me, if it appear not inconvenient to you, to set 2305
    her before your eyes to-morrow, human as she is, and without any
    danger.
  • Orlando. Speak'st thou in sober meanings?
  • Rosalind. By my life, I do; which I tender dearly, though I say I
    am a magician. Therefore put you in your best array, bid your 2310
    friends; for if you will be married to-morrow, you shall; and to
    Rosalind, if you will.
    [Enter SILVIUS and PHEBE]
    Look, here comes a lover of mine, and a lover of hers.
  • Phebe. Youth, you have done me much ungentleness 2315
    To show the letter that I writ to you.
  • Rosalind. I care not if I have. It is my study
    To seem despiteful and ungentle to you.
    You are there follow'd by a faithful shepherd;
    Look upon him, love him; he worships you. 2320
  • Phebe. Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love.
  • Silvius. It is to be all made of sighs and tears;
    And so am I for Phebe.
  • Phebe. And I for Ganymede.
  • Silvius. It is to be all made of faith and service;
    And so am I for Phebe.
  • Phebe. And I for Ganymede.
  • Silvius. It is to be all made of fantasy,
    All made of passion, and all made of wishes;
    All adoration, duty, and observance,
    All humbleness, all patience, and impatience, 2335
    All purity, all trial, all obedience;
    And so am I for Phebe.
  • Phebe. And so am I for Ganymede.
  • Orlando. And so am I for Rosalind.
  • Rosalind. And so am I for no woman. 2340
  • Phebe. If this be so, why blame you me to love you?
  • Silvius. If this be so, why blame you me to love you?
  • Orlando. If this be so, why blame you me to love you?
  • Rosalind. Why do you speak too, 'Why blame you me to love you?'
  • Orlando. To her that is not here, nor doth not hear. 2345
  • Rosalind. Pray you, no more of this; 'tis like the howling of Irish
    wolves against the moon. [To SILVIUS] I will help you if I can.
    [To PHEBE] I would love you if I could.- To-morrow meet me all
    together. [ To PHEBE ] I will marry you if ever I marry woman,
    and I'll be married to-morrow. [To ORLANDO] I will satisfy you if 2350
    ever I satisfied man, and you shall be married to-morrow. [To
    Silvius]
    I will content you if what pleases you contents you, and
    you shall be married to-morrow. [To ORLANDO] As you love
    Rosalind, meet. [To SILVIUS] As you love Phebe, meet;- and as I
    love no woman, I'll meet. So, fare you well; I have left you 2355
    commands.
  • Silvius. I'll not fail, if I live.
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Act V, Scene 3

The forest

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Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY

  • Touchstone. To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey; to-morrow will we
    be married.
  • Audrey. I do desire it with all my heart; and I hope it is no
    dishonest desire to desire to be a woman of the world. Here come
    two of the banish'd Duke's pages. 2365

Enter two PAGES

  • Touchstone. By my troth, well met. Come sit, sit, and a song.
  • First Page. Shall we clap into't roundly, without hawking, or 2370
    spitting, or saying we are hoarse, which are the only prologues
    to a bad voice?
  • Second Page. I'faith, i'faith; and both in a tune, like two gipsies
    on a horse.
    SONG. 2375
    It was a lover and his lass,
    With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
    That o'er the green corn-field did pass
    In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
    When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding. 2380
    Sweet lovers love the spring.
    Between the acres of the rye,
    With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
    These pretty country folks would lie,
    In the spring time, &c. 2385
    This carol they began that hour,
    With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
    How that a life was but a flower,
    In the spring time, &c.
    And therefore take the present time, 2390
    With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
    For love is crowned with the prime,
    In the spring time, &c.
  • Touchstone. Truly, young gentlemen, though there was no great
    matter in the ditty, yet the note was very untuneable. 2395
  • First Page. You are deceiv'd, sir; we kept time, we lost not our
    time.
  • Touchstone. By my troth, yes; I count it but time lost to hear such
    a foolish song. God buy you; and God mend your voices. Come,
    Audrey. Exeunt 2400
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Act V, Scene 4

The forest

       
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Enter DUKE SENIOR, AMIENS, JAQUES, ORLANDO, OLIVER, and CELIA

  • Duke. Dost thou believe, Orlando, that the boy
    Can do all this that he hath promised?
  • Orlando. I sometimes do believe and sometimes do not:
    As those that fear they hope, and know they fear. 2405

Enter ROSALIND, SILVIUS, and PHEBE

  • Rosalind. Patience once more, whiles our compact is urg'd:
    You say, if I bring in your Rosalind,
    You will bestow her on Orlando here?
  • Duke. That would I, had I kingdoms to give with her. 2410
  • Rosalind. And you say you will have her when I bring her?
  • Orlando. That would I, were I of all kingdoms king.
  • Rosalind. You say you'll marry me, if I be willing?
  • Phebe. That will I, should I die the hour after.
  • Rosalind. But if you do refuse to marry me, 2415
    You'll give yourself to this most faithful shepherd?
  • Phebe. So is the bargain.
  • Rosalind. You say that you'll have Phebe, if she will?
  • Silvius. Though to have her and death were both one thing.
  • Rosalind. I have promis'd to make all this matter even. 2420
    Keep you your word, O Duke, to give your daughter;
    You yours, Orlando, to receive his daughter;
    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 2425
    If she refuse me; and from hence I go,
    To make these doubts all even.

Exeunt ROSALIND and CELIA

  • Duke. I do remember in this shepherd boy
    Some lively touches of my daughter's favour. 2430
  • Orlando. My lord, the first time that I ever saw him
    Methought he was a brother to your daughter.
    But, my good lord, this boy is forest-born,
    And hath been tutor'd in the rudiments
    Of many desperate studies by his uncle, 2435
    Whom he reports to be a great magician,
    Obscured in the circle of this forest.

Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY

  • Jaques (lord). There is, sure, another flood toward, and these couples are
    coming to the ark. Here comes a pair of very strange beasts which 2440
    in all tongues are call'd fools.
  • Jaques (lord). Good my lord, bid him welcome. This is the motley-minded
    gentleman that I have so often met in the forest. He hath been a
    courtier, he swears. 2445
  • Touchstone. If any man doubt that, let him put me to my purgation.
    I have trod a measure; I have flatt'red a lady; I have been
    politic with my friend, smooth with mine enemy; I have undone
    three tailors; I have had four quarrels, and like to have fought
    one. 2450
  • Touchstone. Faith, we met, and found the quarrel was upon the
    seventh cause.
  • Jaques (lord). How seventh cause? Good my lord, like this fellow.
  • Duke. I like him very well. 2455
  • Touchstone. God 'ild you, sir; I desire you of the like. I press in
    here, sir, amongst the rest of the country copulatives, to swear
    and to forswear, according as marriage binds and blood breaks. A
    poor virgin, sir, an ill-favour'd thing, sir, but mine own; a
    poor humour of mine, sir, to take that that man else will. Rich 2460
    honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor house; as your pearl
    in your foul oyster.
  • Duke. By my faith, he is very swift and sententious.
  • Touchstone. According to the fool's bolt, sir, and such dulcet
    diseases. 2465
  • Jaques (lord). But, for the seventh cause: how did you find the quarrel on
    the seventh cause?
  • Touchstone. Upon a lie seven times removed- bear your body more
    seeming, Audrey- as thus, sir. I did dislike the cut of a certain
    courtier's beard; he sent me word, if I said his beard was not 2470
    cut well, he was in the mind it was. This is call'd the Retort
    Courteous. If I sent him word again it was not well cut, he would
    send me word he cut it to please himself. This is call'd the Quip
    Modest. If again it was not well cut, he disabled my judgment.
    This is call'd the Reply Churlish. If again it was not well cut, 2475
    he would answer I spake not true. This is call'd the Reproof
    Valiant. If again it was not well cut, he would say I lie. This
    is call'd the Countercheck Quarrelsome. And so to the Lie
    Circumstantial and the Lie Direct.
  • Jaques (lord). And how oft did you say his beard was not well cut? 2480
  • Touchstone. I durst go no further than the Lie Circumstantial, nor
    he durst not give me the Lie Direct; and so we measur'd swords
    and parted.
  • Jaques (lord). Can you nominate in order now the degrees of the lie?
  • Touchstone. O, sir, we quarrel in print by the book, as you have 2485
    books for good manners. I will name you the degrees. The first,
    the Retort Courteous; the second, the Quip Modest; the third, the
    Reply Churlish; the fourth, the Reproof Valiant; the fifth, the
    Countercheck Quarrelsome; the sixth, the Lie with Circumstance;
    the seventh, the Lie Direct. All these you may avoid but the Lie 2490
    Direct; and you may avoid that too with an If. I knew when seven
    justices could not take up a quarrel; but when the parties were
    met themselves, one of them thought but of an If, as: 'If you
    said so, then I said so.' And they shook hands, and swore
    brothers. Your If is the only peace-maker; much virtue in If. 2495
  • Jaques (lord). Is not this a rare fellow, my lord?
    He's as good at any thing, and yet a fool.
  • Duke. He uses his folly like a stalking-horse, and under the
    presentation of that he shoots his wit.
    [Enter HYMEN, ROSALIND, and CELIA. Still MUSIC] 2500
    HYMEN. Then is there mirth in heaven,
    When earthly things made even
    Atone together.
    Good Duke, receive thy daughter;
    Hymen from heaven brought her, 2505
    Yea, brought her hither,
    That thou mightst join her hand with his,
    Whose heart within his bosom is.
  • Rosalind. [To DUKE] To you I give myself, for I am yours.
    [To ORLANDO] To you I give myself, for I am yours. 2510
  • Duke. If there be truth in sight, you are my daughter.
  • Orlando. If there be truth in sight, you are my Rosalind.
  • Phebe. If sight and shape be true,
    Why then, my love adieu!
  • Rosalind. I'll have no father, if you be not he; 2515
    I'll have no husband, if you be not he;
    Nor ne'er wed woman, if you be not she.
  • Hymen. Peace, ho! I bar confusion;
    'Tis I must make conclusion
    Of these most strange events. 2520
    Here's eight that must take hands
    To join in Hymen's bands,
    If truth holds true contents.
    You and you no cross shall part;
    You and you are heart in heart; 2525
    You to his love must accord,
    Or have a woman to your lord;
    You and you are sure together,
    As the winter to foul weather.
    Whiles a wedlock-hymn we sing, 2530
    Feed yourselves with questioning,
    That reason wonder may diminish,
    How thus we met, and these things finish.
    SONG
    Wedding is great Juno's crown; 2535
    O blessed bond of board and bed!
    'Tis Hymen peoples every town;
    High wedlock then be honoured.
    Honour, high honour, and renown,
    To Hymen, god of every town! 2540
  • Duke. O my dear niece, welcome thou art to me!
    Even daughter, welcome in no less degree.
  • Phebe. I will not eat my word, now thou art mine;
    Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine.
    Enter JAQUES DE BOYS 2545
  • Jaques (son). Let me have audience for a word or two.
    I am the second son of old Sir Rowland,
    That bring these tidings to this fair assembly.
    Duke Frederick, hearing how that every day
    Men of great worth resorted to this forest, 2550
    Address'd a mighty power; which were on foot,
    In his own conduct, purposely to take
    His brother here, and put him to the sword;
    And to the skirts of this wild wood he came,
    Where, meeting with an old religious man, 2555
    After some question with him, was converted
    Both from his enterprise and from the world;
    His crown bequeathing to his banish'd brother,
    And all their lands restor'd to them again
    That were with him exil'd. This to be true 2560
    I do engage my life.
  • Duke. Welcome, young man.
    Thou offer'st fairly to thy brothers' wedding:
    To one, his lands withheld; and to the other,
    A land itself at large, a potent dukedom. 2565
    First, in this forest let us do those ends
    That here were well begun and well begot;
    And after, every of this happy number,
    That have endur'd shrewd days and nights with us,
    Shall share the good of our returned fortune, 2570
    According to the measure of their states.
    Meantime, forget this new-fall'n dignity,
    And fall into our rustic revelry.
    Play, music; and you brides and bridegrooms all,
    With measure heap'd in joy, to th' measures fall. 2575
  • Jaques (lord). Sir, by your patience. If I heard you rightly,
    The Duke hath put on a religious life,
    And thrown into neglect the pompous court.
  • Jaques (lord). To him will I. Out of these convertites 2580
    There is much matter to be heard and learn'd.
    [To DUKE] You to your former honour I bequeath;
    Your patience and your virtue well deserves it.
    [To ORLANDO] You to a love that your true faith doth merit;
    [To OLIVER] You to your land, and love, and great allies 2585
    [To SILVIUS] You to a long and well-deserved bed;
    [To TOUCHSTONE] And you to wrangling; for thy loving voyage
    Is but for two months victuall'd.- So to your pleasures;
    I am for other than for dancing measures.
  • Duke. Stay, Jaques, stay. 2590
  • Jaques (lord). To see no pastime I. What you would have
    I'll stay to know at your abandon'd cave. Exit
  • Duke. Proceed, proceed. We will begin these rites,
    As we do trust they'll end, in true delights. [A dance] Exeunt EPILOGUE

EPILOGUE.

  • Rosalind. It is not the fashion to see the lady the epilogue; but
    it is no more unhandsome than to see the lord the prologue. If it
    be true that good wine needs no bush, 'tis true that a good play
    needs no epilogue. Yet to good wine they do use good bushes; and
    good plays prove the better by the help of good epilogues. What a 2600
    case am I in then, that am neither a good epilogue, nor cannot
    insinuate with you in the behalf of a good play! I am not
    furnish'd like a beggar; therefore to beg will not become me. My
    way is to conjure you; and I'll begin with the women. I charge
    you, O women, for the love you bear to men, to like as much of 2605
    this play as please you; and I charge you, O men, for the love
    you bear to women- as I perceive by your simp'ring none of you
    hates them- that between you and the women the play may please.
    If I were a woman, I would kiss as many of you as had beards that
    pleas'd me, complexions that lik'd me, and breaths that I defied 2610
    not; and, I am sure, as many as have good beards, or good faces,
    or sweet breaths, will, for my kind offer, when I make curtsy,
    bid me farewell.

THE END

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