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  • Title: As You Like It (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editor: David Bevington
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-369-4

    Copyright David Bevington. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: David Bevington
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    As You Like It (Folio 1, 1623)

    As you like it.
    Du.Sen. True is it, that we haue seene better dayes,
    And haue with holy bell bin knowld to Church,
    And sat at good mens feasts, and wip'd our eies
    1100Of drops, that sacred pity hath engendred:
    And therefore sit you downe in gentlenesse,
    And take vpon command, what helpe we haue
    That to your wanting may be ministred.
    Orl. Then but forbeare your food a little while:
    1105Whiles (like a Doe) I go to finde my Fawne,
    And giue it food. There is an old poore man,
    Who after me, hath many a weary steppe
    Limpt in pure loue: till he be first suffic'd,
    Opprest with two weake euils, age, and hunger,
    1110I will not touch a bit.
    Duke Sen. Go finde him out.
    And we will nothing waste till you returne.
    Orl. I thanke ye, and be blest for your good comfort.
    Du Sen. Thou seest, we are not all alone vnhappie:
    1115This wide and vniuersall Theater
    Presents more wofull Pageants then the Sceane
    Wherein we play in.
    Ia. All the world's a stage,
    And all the men and women, meerely Players;
    1120They haue their Exits and their Entrances,
    And one man in his time playes many parts,
    His Acts being seuen ages. At first the Infant,
    Mewling, and puking in the Nurses armes:
    Then, the whining Schoole-boy with his Satchell
    1125And shining morning face, creeping like snaile
    Vnwillingly to schoole. And then the Louer,
    Sighing like Furnace, with a wofull ballad
    Made to his Mistresse eye-brow. Then, a Soldier,
    Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the Pard,
    1130Ielous in honor, sodaine, and quicke in quarrell,
    Seeking the bubble Reputation
    Euen in the Canons mouth: And then, the Iustice
    In faire round belly, with good Capon lin'd,
    With eyes seuere, and beard of formall cut,
    1135Full of wise sawes, and moderne instances,
    And so he playes his part. The sixt age shifts
    Into the leane and slipper'd Pantaloone,
    With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side,
    His youthfull hose well sau'd, a world too wide,
    1140For his shrunke shanke, and his bigge manly voice,
    Turning againe toward childish trebble pipes,
    And whistles in his sound. Last Scene of all,
    That ends this strange euentfull historie,
    Is second childishnesse, and meere obliuion,
    1145Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans euery thing.

    Enter Orlando with Adam.
    Du Sen. Welcome: set downe your venerable bur-
    then, and let him feede.
    Orl. I thanke you most for him.
    1150Ad. So had you neede,
    I scarce can speake to thanke you for my selfe.
    Du.Sen. Welcome, fall too: I wil not trouble you,
    As yet to question you about your fortunes:
    Giue vs some Musicke, and good Cozen, sing.


    Blow, blow, thou winter winde,
    Thou art not so vnkinde, as mans ingratitude
    Thy tooth is not so keene, because thou art not seene,
    although thy breath be rude.

    1160Heigh ho, sing heigh ho, vnto the greene holly,
    Most frendship, is fayning; most Louing, meere folly:
    The heigh ho, the holly,
    This Life is most iolly.

    Freize, freize, thou bitter skie that dost not bight so nigh
    1165 as benefitts forgot:
    Though thou the waters warpe, thy sting is not so sharpe,
    as freind remembred not.
    Heigh ho, sing, &c.

    Duke Sen. If that you were the good Sir Rowlands son,
    1170As you haue whisper'd faithfully you were,
    And as mine eye doth his effigies witnesse,
    Most truly limn'd, and liuing in your face,
    Be truly welcome hither: I am the Duke
    That lou'd your Father, the residue of your fortune,
    1175Go to my Caue, and tell mee. Good old man,
    Thou art right welcome, as thy masters is:
    Support him by the arme: giue me your hand,
    And let me all your fortunes vnderstand. Exeunt.

    Actus Tertius. Scena Prima,

    1180Enter Duke, Lords, & Oliuer.
    Du. Not see him since? Sir, sir, that cannot be:
    But were I not the better part made mercie,
    I should not seeke an absent argument
    Of my reuenge, thou present: but looke to it,
    1185Finde out thy brother wheresoere he is,
    Seeke him with Candle: bring him dead, or liuing
    Within this tweluemonth, or turne thou no more
    To seeke a liuing in our Territorie.
    Thy Lands and all things that thou dost call thine,
    1190Worth seizure, do we seize into our hands,
    Till thou canst quit thee by thy brothers mouth,
    Of what we thinke against thee.
    Ol. Oh that your Highnesse knew my heart in this:
    I neuer lou'd my brother in my life.
    1195Duke. More villaine thou. Well push him out of dores
    And let my officers of such a nature
    Make an extent vpon his house and Lands:
    Do this expediently, and turne him going. Exeunt

    Scena Secunda.

    1200Enter Orlando.
    Orl. Hang there my verse, in witnesse of my loue,
    And thou thrice crowned Queene of night suruey
    With thy chaste eye, from thy pale spheare aboue
    Thy Huntresse name, that my full life doth sway.
    1205O Rosalind, these Trees shall be my Bookes,
    And in their barkes my thoughts Ile charracter,
    That euerie eye, which in this Forrest lookes,
    Shall see thy vertue witnest euery where.
    Run, run Orlando, carue on euery Tree,
    1210The faire, the chaste, and vnexpressiue shee. Exit

    Enter Corin & Clowne.
    Co. And how like you this shepherds life Mr Touchstone?