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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.
    Cel. And mine to eeke out hers.
    Ros. Fare you well: praie heauen I be deceiu'd in you.
    360Cel. Your hearts desires be with you.
    Char. Come, where is this yong gallant, that is so
    desirous to lie with his mother earth?
    Orl. Readie Sir, but his will hath in it a more modest
    365Duk. You shall trie but one fall.
    Cha. No, I warrant your Grace you shall not entreat
    him to a second, that haue so mightilie perswaded him
    from a first.
    Orl. You meane to mocke me after: you should not
    370haue mockt me before: but come your waies.
    Ros. Now Hercules, be thy speede yong man.
    Cel. I would I were inuisible, to catch the strong fel-
    low by the legge. Wrastle.
    Ros. Oh excellent yong man.
    375Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eie, I can tell who
    should downe. Shout.
    Duk. No more, no more.
    Orl. Yes I beseech your Grace, I am not yet well
    380Duk. How do'st thou Charles?
    Le Beu. He cannot speake my Lord.
    Duk. Beare him awaie:
    What is thy name yong man?
    Orl. Orlando my Liege, the yongest sonne of Sir Ro-
    385land de Boys.
    Duk. I would thou hadst beene son to some man else,
    The world esteem'd thy father honourable,
    But I did finde him still mine enemie:
    Thou should'st haue better pleas'd me with this deede,
    390Hadst thou descended from another house:
    But fare thee well, thou art a gallant youth,
    I would thou had'st told me of another Father.
    Exit Duke.
    Cel. Were I my Father (Coze) would I do this?
    395Orl. I am more proud to be Sir Rolands sonne,
    His yongest sonne, and would not change that calling
    To be adopted heire to Fredricke.
    Ros. My Father lou'd Sir Roland as his soule,
    And all the world was of my Fathers minde,
    400Had I before knowne this yong man his sonne,
    I should haue giuen him teares vnto entreaties,
    Ere he should thus haue ventur'd.
    Cel. Gentle Cosen,
    Let vs goe thanke him, and encourage him:
    405My Fathers rough and enuious disposition
    Sticks me at heart: Sir, you haue well deseru'd,
    If you doe keepe your promises in loue;
    But iustly as you haue exceeded all promise,
    Your Mistris shall be happie.
    410Ros. Gentleman,
    Weare this for me: one out of suites with fortune
    That could giue more, but that her hand lacks meanes.
    Shall we goe Coze?
    Cel. I: fare you well faire Gentleman.
    415Orl. Can I not say, I thanke you? My better parts
    Are all throwne downe, and that which here stands vp
    Is but a quintine, a meere liuelesse blocke.
    Ros. He cals vs back: my pride fell with my fortunes,
    Ile aske him what he would: Did you call Sir?
    420Sir, you haue wrastled well, and ouerthrowne
    More then your enemies.
    Cel. Will you goe Coze?
    Ros. Haue with you: fare you well. Exit.

    Orl. What passion hangs these waights vpō my toong?
    425I cannot speake to her, yet she vrg'd conference.

    Enter Le Beu.
    O poore Orlando! thou art ouerthrowne
    Or Charles, or something weaker masters thee.
    Le Beu. Good Sir, I do in friendship counsaile you
    430To leaue this place; Albeit you haue deseru'd
    High commendation, true applause, and loue;
    Yet such is now the Dukes condition,
    That he misconsters all that you haue done:
    The Duke is humorous, what he is indeede
    435More suites you to conceiue, then I to speake of.
    Orl. I thanke you Sir; and pray you tell me this,
    Which of the two was daughter of the Duke,
    That here was at the Wrastling?
    Le Beu. Neither his daughter, if we iudge by manners,
    440But yet indeede the taller is his daughter,
    The other is daughter to the banish'd Duke,
    And here detain'd by her vsurping Vncle
    To keepe his daughter companie, whose loues
    Are deerer then the naturall bond of Sisters:
    445But I can tell you, that of late this Duke
    Hath tane displeasure 'gainst his gentle Neece,
    Grounded vpon no other argument,
    But that the people praise her for her vertues,
    And pittie her, for her good Fathers sake;
    450And on my life his malice 'gainst the Lady
    Will sodainly breake forth: Sir, fare you well,
    Hereafter in a better world then this,
    I shall desire more loue and knowledge of you.
    Orl. I rest much bounden to you: fare you well.
    455Thus must I from the smoake into the smother,
    From tyrant Duke, vnto a tyrant Brother.
    But heauenly Rosaline. Exit

    Scena Tertius.

    Enter Celia and Rosaline.

    460Cel. Why Cosen, why Rosaline: Cupid haue mercie,
    Not a word?
    Ros. Not one to throw at a dog.
    Cel. No, thy words are too precious to be cast away
    vpon curs, throw some of them at me; come lame mee
    465with reasons.
    Ros. Then there were two Cosens laid vp, when the
    one should be lam'd with reasons, and the other mad
    without any.
    Cel. But is all this for your Father?
    470Ros. No, some of it is for my childes Father: Oh
    how full of briers is this working day world.
    Cel. They are but burs, Cosen, throwne vpon thee
    in holiday foolerie, if we walke not in the trodden paths
    our very petty-coates will catch them.
    475Ros. I could shake them off my coate, these burs are
    in my heart.
    Cel. Hem them away.
    Ros. I would try if I could cry hem, and haue him.
    Cel. Come, come, wrastle with thy affections.
    480Ros. O they take the part of a better wrastler then
    my selfe.
    Cel. O, a good wish vpon you: you will trie in time