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

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: David Bevington
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    As You Like It (Modern)

    As You Like It
    Enter Orlando and Adam.
    As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion 5bequeathed 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 report speaks goldenly of his profit. 10For 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, 15they are taught their manège, and to that end riders dearly hired; 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 20nature gave me his countenance seems to take from 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 25is within me, begins to mutiny against this servitude. I will no longer endure it, though yet I know no wise remedy how to avoid it.
    Enter Oliver.
    Yonder comes my master, your brother.
    Go apart, Adam, and thou shalt hear how he will shake me up.
    [Adam stands aside.]
    Now, sir, what make you here?
    Nothing. I am not taught to make anything.
    What mar you then, sir?
    Marry, sir, I am helping you to mar that which God made, a poor unworthy brother of yours, with idleness.
    Marry, sir, be better employed, and be naught awhile.
    Shall I keep your hogs, and eat husks with them? What prodigal portion have I spent, that I should come to such penury?
    Know you where you are, sir?
    Oh, sir, very well: here in your orchard.
    Know you before whom, sir?
    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 in that you are the first 50born; 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.
    What, boy!
    [He strikes Orlando.]
    Come, come, elder brother, you are too young in this.
    [He seizes Oliver by the throat.]
    Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain?
    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 60not my brother, I would not take this hand from thy throat till this other had pulled out thy tongue for saying so. Thou hast railed on thyself.
    [Coming forward]
    Sweet masters, be patient! For your father's remembrance, be at accord.
    [To Orlando]
    Let me go, I say.
    I will not, till I please. You shall hear me. My father charged you in his will to give me good education. You have trained me like a peasant, obscuring and hiding from me all gentlemanlike qualities. The spirit 70of my father grows strong in me, and I will no longer endure it; therefore allow me such 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.
    [He releases 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 some part of your will. I pray you leave me.
    I will no further offend you than becomes me 80for my good.
    [To Adam]
    Get you with him, you old dog.
    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 such a word.
    Exeunt Orlando and Adam.
    Is it even so? Begin you to grow upon me? I will physic your rankness, and yet give no thousand crowns neither. [Calling] Holla, Dennis!
    Enter Dennis.
    Calls Your Worship?
    Was not Charles, the Duke's wrestler, here to speak with me?
    So please you, he is here at the door and importunes access to you.
    Call him in.
    [Exit Dennis.]
    'Twill be a good way; and tomorrow 95the wrestling is.
    Enter Charles.
    Good morrow to Your Worship.
    Good Monsieur Charles, what's the new news at the new court?
    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; 105therefore he gives them good leave to wander.
    Can you tell if Rosalind, the Duke's daughter, be banished with her father?
    Oh, no; for the Duke's daughter, her cousin, so loves her, being ever from their cradles bred together, 110that she would have 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.
    Where will the old Duke live?
    They say he is already in the Forest of Arden, and a many 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.
    What, you wrestle tomorrow before the new Duke?
    Marry, do I, sir; and I came to acquaint you with a matter. I am given, sir, secretly to understand that your younger brother, Orlando, hath a disposition to come 125in disguised against me to try a fall. Tomorrow, 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 be loath to foil him, as I must, for my own honor, if he 130come 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 a thing of his own search and altogether against my will.
    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 labored to dissuade him from it; but he is resolute. I'll tell thee, Charles, it is the stubbornest 140young fellow of France, full of 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 145dost him any slight disgrace, or if he do not mightily grace himself on thee, he will practice 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 150tears I speak it, there is not one so young and so villainous this day living. I speak but brotherly of him, but should I anatomize him to thee as he is, I must blush and weep, and thou must look pale and wonder.
    I am heartily glad I came hither to you. If he come tomorrow 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!
    Farewell, good Charles. Now will I stir this gamester. 160I 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 schooled and yet learned, full of noble device, of all sorts enchantingly beloved, and indeed so much in the heart of the world, and especially of my 165own people, who best know him, that I am altogether misprized. 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.
    170Enter Rosalind and Celia.
    I pray thee, Rosalind, sweet my coz, be merry.
    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 175learn me how to remember any extraordinary pleasure.
    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 180hadst 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 tempered as mine is to thee.
    Well, I will forget the condition of my estate, 185to rejoice in yours.
    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 he hath taken away from thy father perforce I will render thee again in affection. By 190mine honor, I will; and when I break that oath, let me turn monster. Therefore, my sweet Rose, my dear Rose, be merry.
    From henceforth I will, coz, and devise sports. Let me see, what think you of falling in love?
    195 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 honor come off again.
    What shall be our sport, then?
    200 Celia
    Let us sit and mock the good housewife Fortune from her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be bestowed equally.
    I would we could do so, for her benefits are mightily misplaced, and the bountiful blind woman 205doth most mistake in her gifts to women.
    'Tis true, for those that she makes fair she scarce makes honest, and those that she makes honest she makes very ill-favoredly.
    Nay, now thou goest from Fortune's office to Nature's: 210Fortune reigns in gifts of the world, not in the lineaments of Nature.
    Enter [Touchstone the] Clown.
    No? When Nature hath made a fair creature, may she not by Fortune fall into the fire? Though Nature 215hath given us wit to flout at Fortune, hath not Fortune sent in this fool to cut off the argument?
    Indeed, there is Fortune too hard for Nature, when Fortune makes Nature's natural the cutter-off of Nature's wit.
    Peradventure this is not Fortune's work neither, but Nature's, who perceiveth our natural wits too dull to reason of 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?225
    Mistress, you must come away to your father.
    Were you made the messenger?
    No, by mine honor, but I was bid to come for you.
    Where learned you that oath, fool?
    Of a certain knight that swore by his honor they were good pancakes, and swore by his honor the mustard was naught. Now I'll stand to it, the pancakes were naught and the mustard was good, and yet was not the knight forsworn.
    How prove you that, in the great heap of your knowledge?
    Ay, marry, now unmuzzle your wisdom.
    Stand you both forth now. Stroke your chins, and swear by your beards that I am a knave.
    By our beards, if we had them, thou art.
    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 honor, for he never had any; or if he had, he had sworn it away before 245ever he saw those pancakes or that mustard.
    Prithee, who is't that thou mean'st?
    One that old Frederick, your father, loves.
    My father's love is enough to honor him. Enough, speak no more of him; you'll be whipped for taxation one 250of these days.
    The more pity that fools may not speak wiselywhat wise men do foolishly.
    By my troth, thou sayest true; for since the little wit that fools have was silenced, the little foolery that 255wise men have makes a great show. Here comes Monsieur Le Beau.
    Enter Le Beau.
    With his mouth full of news.
    Which he will put on us as pigeons feed their 260young.
    Then shall we be news-crammed.
    All the better; we shall be the more marketable. -- Bonjour, Monsieur Le Beau. What's the news?
    Le Beau
    Fair princess, 265you have lost much good sport.
    Sport? Of what color?
    Le Beau
    What color, madam? How shall I answer you?
    As wit and fortune will.
    Or as the Destinies decrees.
    Well said. That was laid on with a trowel.
    Nay, if I keep not my rank --
    Thou loosest thy old smell.
    Le Beau
    You amaze me, ladies. I would have told 275you of good wrestling, which you have lost the sight of.
    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 280perform it.
    Well, the beginning, that is dead and buried.
    Le Beau
    There comes an old man and his three sons --
    I could match this beginning with an old tale.
    Le Beau
    Three proper young men, of excellent growth 285and presence.
    With bills on their necks: "Be it known unto all men by these presents --"
    Le Beau
    The eldest of the three wrestled with Charles, the Duke's wrestler, which Charles in a moment threw 290him and broke three of his ribs, that there is little hope of life in him. So he served the second, and so the third. Yonder they lie, the poor old man their father making such pitiful dole over them that all the beholders take his part with weeping.
    But what is the sport, monsieur, that the ladies have lost?
    Le Beau
    Why, this that I speak of.
    Thus men may grow wiser every day. It is the 300first time that ever I heard breaking of ribs was sport for ladies.
    Or I, I promise thee.
    But is there any else longs to see this broken music in his sides? Is there yet another dotes upon 305rib-breaking? -- Shall we see this wrestling, cousin?
    Le BeauYou must, if you stay here, for here is the place appointed for the wrestling, and they are ready to perform it.
    Yonder, sure, they are coming. Let us now stay 310and see it.
    Flourish. Enter Duke [Frederick], Lords, Orlando, Charles, and Attendants
    Duke Frederick
    Come on. Since the youth will not be entreated, his own peril on his forwardness.
    [To Le Beau]
    Is yonder the man?
    Le Beau
    Even he, madam.
    Alas, he is too young; yet he looks successfully.
    Duke Frederick
    How now, daughter and cousin? Are you crept hither to see the wrestling?
    Ay, my liege, so please you give us leave.
    Duke 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 325move him.
    Call him hither, good Monsieur Le Beau.
    Duke Frederick
    Do so. I'll not be by.
    [Duke Frederick stands aside.]
    Le Beau
    [To Orlando]
    Monsieur the Challenger, the Princess calls for you.
    [Approaching Rosalind and Celia]
    I attend them with all respect and duty.
    Young man, have you challenged Charles the wrestler?
    No, fair princess, he is the general challenger. I come but in, as others do, to try with him the strength 335of my youth.
    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 fear of your adventure 340would counsel you to a more equal enterprise. We pray you, for your own sake, to embrace your own safety and give over this attempt.
    Do, young sir. Your reputation shall not therefore be misprized. We will make it our suit to the Duke that 345the wrestling might not go forward.
    I beseech you, punish me not with your hard thoughts, wherein I confess me much guilty to deny so fair and excellent ladies anything. But let your fair eyes and gentle wishes go with me to my trial, 350wherein if I be foiled, there is but one shamed that was never gracious; if killed, 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 355supplied when I have made it empty.
    The little strength that I have, I would it were with you.
    And mine, to eke out hers.
    Fare you well. Pray heaven I be deceived in you!
    Your heart's desires be with you!
    Come, where is this young gallant that is so desirous to lie with his mother earth?
    Ready, sir, but his will hath in it a more modest working.
    365Duke Frederick
    You shall try but one fall.
    No, I warrant Your Grace you shall not entreat him to a second, that have so mightily persuaded him from a first.
    You mean to mock me after; you should not 370have mocked me before. But come your ways.
    Now, Hercules be thy speed, young man!
    I would I were invisible, to catch the strong fellow by the leg.
    [Orlando and Charles] wrestle.
    Oh, excellent young man!
    If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who should down.
    [Charles is thrown.] Shout.
    Duke Frederick
    No more, no more.
    Yes, I beseech Your Grace. I am not yet well breathed.
    380Duke Frederick
    How dost thou, Charles?
    Le Beau
    He cannot speak, my lord.
    Duke Frederick
    Bear him away.
    [Charles is carried out.]
    What is thy name, young man?
    Orlando, my liege, the youngest son of Sir Rowland 385de Boys.
    Duke Frederick
    I would thou hadst been son to some man else.
    The world esteemed thy father honorable,
    But I did find him still mine enemy.
    Thou shouldst have better pleased me with this deed
    390Hadst thou descended from another house.
    But fare thee well; thou art a gallant youth.
    I would thou hadst told me of another father.
    Exit Duke [with train, and Le Beau. Rosalind and Celia remain, standing apart from Orlando].
    [To Rosalind]
    Were I my father, coz, would I do this?
    [Talking to himself]
    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.
    [To Celia]
    My father loved Sir Rowland as his soul,
    And all the world was of my father's mind.
    400Had I before known this young man his son,
    I should have given him tears unto entreaties
    Ere he should thus have ventured.
    Gentle cousin,
    Let us go thank him, and encourage him.
    405My father's rough and envious disposition
    Sticks me at heart.[To Orlando]Sir, you have well deserved.
    If you do keep your promises in love
    But justly as you have exceeded all promise,
    Your mistress shall be happy.
    [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.
    [To Celia]
    Shall we go, coz?
    Ay. Fare you well, fair gentleman.
    [Rosalind and Celia start to leave.]
    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.
    [To Celia]
    He calls us back. My pride fell with my fortunes;
    I'll ask him what he would. -- Did you call, sir?
    420Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown
    More than your enemies.
    Will you go, coz?
    Have with you. -- Fare you well.
    Exit [with Celia].
    What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue?
    425I cannot speak to her, yet she urged conference.
    Enter Le Beau.
    O poor Orlando, thou art overthrown!
    Or Charles or something weaker masters thee.
    Le Beau
    Good sir, I do in friendship counsel you
    430To leave this place. Albeit you have deserved
    High commendation, true applause, and love,
    Yet such is now the Duke's condition
    That he misconsters all that you have done.
    The Duke is humorous. What he is indeed
    435More suits you to conceive than I to speak of.
    I thank you, sir. And pray you tell me this:
    Which of the two was daughter of the Duke
    That here was at the wrestling?
    Le Beau
    Neither his daughter, if we judge by manners,
    440But yet indeed the taller is his daughter.
    The other is daughter to the banished Duke,
    And here detained by her usurping uncle
    To keep his daughter company, whose loves
    Are dearer than the natural bond of sisters.
    445But I can tell you that of late this Duke
    Hath ta'en displeasure 'gainst his gentle niece,
    Grounded upon no other argument
    But that the people praise her for her virtues
    And pity her for her good father's sake;
    450And, on my life, his malice 'gainst the lady
    Will suddenly break forth. Sir, fare you well.
    Hereafter, in a better world than this,
    I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.
    I rest much bounden to you. Fare you well.
    [Exit Le Beau.]
    455Thus must I from the smoke into the smother;
    From tyrant Duke unto a tyrant brother.
    But heavenly Rosalind!
    Enter Celia and Rosalind.
    Why, cousin, why, Rosalind! Cupid have mercy! Not a word?
    Not one to throw at a dog.
    No, thy words are too precious to be cast away upon curs. Throw some of them at me. Come, lame me 465with reasons.
    Then there were two cousins laid up, when the one should be lamed with reasons and the other mad without any.
    But is all this for your father?
    No, some of it is for my child's father. Oh, how full of briers is this working-day world!
    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.
    I could shake them off my coat. These burs are in my heart.
    Hem them away.
    I would try, if I could cry "hem" and have him.
    Come, come, wrestle with thy affections.
    Oh, they take the part of a better wrestler than myself.
    Oh, 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, 485you should fall into so strong a liking with old Sir Rowland's youngest son?
    The Duke my father loved his father dearly.
    Doth it therefore ensue that you should love his son dearly? By this kind of chase, I should hate 490him, for my father hated his father dearly; yet I hate not Orlando.
    No, faith, hate him not, for my sake.
    Why should I not? Doth he not deserve well?
    Enter Duke [Frederick], with Lords.
    Let me love him for that, and do you love him because I do. Look, here comes the Duke.
    With his eyes full of anger.
    Duke Frederick
    [To Rosalind]
    Mistress, dispatch you with your safest haste,
    And get you from our court.
    Me, uncle?
    Duke Frederick
    You, cousin.
    Within these ten days if that thou be'st found
    So near our public court as twenty miles,
    Thou diest for it.
    I do beseech Your Grace,
    Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me.
    If with myself I hold intelligence
    Or have acquaintance with mine own desires,
    If that I do not dream, or be not frantic --
    510As I do trust I am not -- then, dear uncle,
    Never so much as in a thought unborn
    Did I offend Your Highness.
    Duke Frederick
    Thus do all traitors.
    If their purgation did consist in words,
    515They are as innocent as grace itself.
    Let it suffice thee that I trust thee not.
    Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor.
    Tell me whereon the likelihood depends.
    Duke Frederick
    Thou art thy father's daughter; there's enough.
    So was I when Your Highness took his dukedom;
    So was I when Your Highness banished him.
    Treason is not inherited, my lord;
    Or, if we did derive it from our friends,
    What's that to me? My father was no traitor.
    525Then, good my liege, mistake me not so much
    To think my poverty is treacherous.
    Dear sovereign, hear me speak.
    Duke Frederick
    Ay, Celia, we stayed her for your sake,
    Else had she with her father ranged along.
    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,
    But now I know her. If she be a traitor,
    Why so am I. We still have slept together,
    535Rose at an instant, learned, played, eat together,
    And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans
    Still we went coupled and inseparable.
    Duke Frederick
    She is too subtle for thee; and her smoothness,
    Her very silence and her patience,
    540Speak 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
    When she is gone. Then open not thy lips.
    Firm and irrevocable is my doom
    545Which I have passed upon her; she is banished.
    Pronounce that sentence, then, on me, my liege!
    I cannot live out of her company.
    Duke Frederick
    You are a fool. -- You, niece, provide yourself.
    If you outstay the time, upon mine honor,
    550And in the greatness of my word, you die.
    Exit Duke, &c. [with Lords].
    O my poor Rosalind, whither wilt thou go?
    Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee mine.
    I charge thee, be not thou more grieved than I am.
    I have more cause.
    Thou hast not, cousin.
    Prithee be cheerful. Know'st thou not the Duke
    Hath banished me, his daughter?
    That he hath not.
    No? "Hath not"? Rosalind lacks, then, the love
    Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one.
    Shall we be sundered? Shall we part, sweet girl?
    No; let my father seek another heir.
    Therefore devise with me how we may fly,
    565Whither to go, and what to bear with us.
    And do not seek to take your change upon you,
    To bear your griefs yourself, and leave me out;
    For, by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale,
    Say what thou canst, I'll go along with thee.
    Why, whither shall we go?
    To seek my uncle in the Forest of Arden.
    Alas, what danger will it be to us,
    Maids as we are, to travel forth so far!
    Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.
    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,
    And never stir assailants.
    Were it not better,
    580Because that I am more than common tall,
    That I did suit me all points like a man?
    A gallant curtal-ax upon my thigh,
    A boar-spear in my hand, and -- in my heart
    Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will --
    585We'll have a swashing and a martial outside,
    As many other mannish cowards have
    That do outface it with their semblances.
    What shall I call thee when thou art a man?
    I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own page,
    590And therefore look you call me Ganymede.
    But what will you be called?
    Something that hath a reference to my state:
    No longer Celia, but Aliena.
    But, cousin, what if we assayed to steal
    595The clownish fool out of your father's court?
    Would he not be a comfort to our travel?
    He'll go along o'er the wide world with me.
    Leave me alone to woo him. Let's away,
    And get our jewels and our wealth together,
    600Devise the fittest time and safest way
    To hide us from pursuit that will be made
    After my flight. Now go we in content
    To liberty, and not to banishment.
    605Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, and two or three Lords, like foresters.
    Duke Senior
    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
    610More 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
    615Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say
    "This is no flattery; these are counselors
    That feelingly persuade me what I am."
    Sweet are the uses of adversity,
    Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
    620Wears 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. Happy is Your Grace,
    625That can translate the stubbornness of fortune
    Into so quiet and so sweet a style.
    Duke Senior
    Come, shall we go and kill us venison?
    And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools,
    Being native burghers of this desert city,
    630Should in their own confines with forkèd heads
    Have their round haunches gored.
    First Lord
    Indeed, my lord,
    The melancholy Jaques grieves at that,
    And in that kind swears you do more usurp
    635Than doth your brother that hath banished you.
    Today my Lord of Amiens and myself
    Did steal behind him as he lay along
    Under an oak whose antique root peeps out
    Upon the brook that brawls along this wood,
    640To the which place a poor sequestered stag
    That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt
    Did come to languish. And indeed, my lord,
    The wretched animal heaved forth such groans
    That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat
    645Almost to bursting, and the big round tears
    Coursed one another down his innocent nose
    In piteous chase. And thus the hairy fool,
    Much markèd of the melancholy Jaques,
    Stood on th'extremest verge of the swift brook,
    650Augmenting it with tears.
    Duke Senior
    But what said Jaques?
    Did he not moralize this spectacle?
    First Lord
    Oh, yes, into a thousand similes.
    First, for his weeping into the needless stream:
    655"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:
    "'Tis right," quoth he, "thus misery doth part
    660The 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;
    'Tis just the fashion. Wherefore do you look
    665Upon 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
    Are mere usurpers, tyrants, and what's worse,
    670To fright the animals and to kill them up
    In their assigned and native dwelling place.
    Duke Senior
    And did you leave him in this contemplation?
    Second Lord
    We did, my lord, weeping and commenting
    Upon the sobbing deer.
    675Duke Senior
    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.
    680Enter Duke [Frederick], with Lords.
    Duke 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.
    685The ladies, her attendants of her chamber,
    Saw her abed, and in the morning early
    They found the bed untreasured of their mistress.
    Second Lord
    My lord, the roinish clown, at whom so oft
    Your Grace was wont to laugh, is also missing.
    690Hisperia, 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,
    695And she believes, wherever they are gone,
    That youth is surely in their company.
    Duke 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,
    700And let not search and inquisition quail
    To bring again these foolish runaways.
    Enter Orlando and Adam,[ meeting].
    Who's there?
    What, my young master? Oh, my gentle master!
    Oh, my sweet master, oh, 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?
    710Why would you be so fond to overcome
    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?
    715No more do yours. Your virtues, gentle master,
    Are sanctified and holy traitors to you.
    Oh, what a world is this, when what is comely
    Envenoms him that bears it!
    Why, what's the matter?
    O unhappy youth,
    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
    725Of him I was about to call his father --
    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.
    730I overheard him and his practices.
    This is no place; this house is but a butchery.
    Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it.
    Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go?
    No matter whither, so you come not here.
    What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my food,
    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.
    740I rather will subject me to the malice
    Of a diverted blood and bloody brother.
    But do not so. I have five hundred crowns,
    The thrifty hire I saved under your father,
    Which I did store to be my foster nurse
    745When service should in my old limbs lie lame
    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;
    [Offering money]
    750All this I give you. Let me be your servant.
    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
    755The means of weakness and debility;
    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.
    Oh, good old man, how well in thee appears
    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,
    765And having that do choke their service up
    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.
    770But come thy ways. We'll go along together,
    And ere we have thy youthful wages spent
    We'll light upon some settled low content.
    Master, go on, and I will follow thee
    To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty.
    775From seventeen years till now almost fourscore
    Here livèd 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
    780Than to die well and not my master's debtor.
    Enter Rosalind for Ganymede, Celia for Aliena, and Clown, alias Touchstone.
    Oh, Jupiter, how weary are my spirits!
    I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary.
    I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel and to cry like a woman; but I must comfort the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to show itself 790courageous to petticoat. Therefore, courage, good Aliena!
    I pray you, bear with me; I cannot go no further.
    For my part, I had rather bear with you than 795bear you; yet I should bear no cross if I did bear you, for I think you have no money in your purse.
    Well, this is the Forest of Arden.
    Ay, now am I in Arden; the more fool I. When I was at home I was in a better place, but travelers must 800be content.
    Enter Corin and Silvius.
    Ay, be so, good Touchstone. -- Look you, who comes here, a young man and an old in solemn talk.
    [They stand aside and listen.]
    [To Silvius]
    That is the way to make her scorn you still.
    Oh, Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love her!
    I partly guess; for I have loved ere now.
    No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess,
    Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover
    As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow.
    810But if thy love were ever like to mine --
    As sure I think did never man love so --
    How many actions most ridiculous
    Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?
    Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
    Oh, thou didst then never love so heartily!
    If thou rememb'rest not the slightest folly
    That ever love did make thee run into,
    Thou hast not loved.
    Or if thou hast not sat as I do now,
    820Wearing thy hearer in thy mistress' praise,
    Thou hast not loved.
    Or if thou hast not broke from company
    Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,
    Thou hast not loved.
    825O Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe!
    Exit Silvius
    Alas, poor shepherd! Searching of thy wound,
    I have by hard adventure found mine own.
    And I mine. I remember, when I was in love, I broke my sword upon a stone, and bid him take that for 830coming a-night to Jane Smile; and I remember the kissing of her batler, and the cow's dugs that her pretty chapped hands had milked; and I remember the wooing of a peascod instead of her, from whom I took two cods, and giving her them again, said with weeping 835tears, "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 in folly.
    Thou speak'st wiser than thou art ware of.
    Nay, I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till 840I break my shins against it.
    Jove, Jove! This shepherd's passion
    Is much upon my fashion.
    And mine; but it grows something stale with me.
    I pray you, one of you question yond man
    If he for gold will give us any food.
    I faint almost to death.
    [To Corin]
    Holla, you clown!
    Peace, fool! He's not thy kinsman.
    Who calls?
    Your betters, sir.
    Else are they very wretched.
    Peace, I say. -- Good even to you, friend.
    And to you, gentle sir, and to you all.
    I prithee, shepherd, if that love or gold
    Can in this desert place buy entertainment,
    Bring us where we may rest ourselves and feed.
    Here's a young maid with travel much oppressed,
    And faints for succor.
    Fair sir, I pity her,
    And wish, for her sake more than for mine own,
    My fortunes were more able to relieve her;
    But I am shepherd to another man,
    And do not shear the fleeces that I graze.
    865My master is of churlish disposition,
    And little recks to find the way to heaven
    By doing deeds of hospitality.
    Besides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed
    Are now on sale, and at our sheepcote now,
    870By 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.
    What is he that shall buy his flock and pasture?
    That young swain that you saw here 875but erewhile,
    That little cares for buying anything.
    I pray thee, if it stand with honesty,
    Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the flock,
    And thou shalt have to pay for it of us.
    And we will mend thy wages. I like this place,
    And willingly could waste my time in it.
    Assuredly the thing is to be sold.
    Go with me. If you like upon report
    885The soil, the profit, and this kind of life,
    I will your very faithful feeder be,
    And buy it with your gold right suddenly.
    Enter Amiens, Jaques, and others.
    [A table is set out.]
    Under the greenwood tree
    Who loves to lie with me,
    And turn his merry note
    Unto the sweet bird's throat,
    895Come hither, come hither, come hither.
    Here shall he see
    No enemy
    But winter and rough weather.
    More, more, I prithee, more.
    It will make you melancholy, Monsieur Jaques.
    I thank it. More, I prithee, more. I can suck melancholy out of a song as a weasel sucks eggs. More, I prithee, more.
    My voice is ragged. I know I cannot please you.
    I do not desire you to please me, I do desire you to sing. Come, more; another stanzo. Call you 'em "stanzos"?
    What you will, Monsieur Jaques.
    Nay, I care not for their names; they owe me 910nothing. Will you sing?
    More at your request than to please myself.
    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; and when a man thanks me heartily, 915methinks I have given him a penny, and he renders me the beggarly thanks. Come, sing; and you that will not, hold your tongues.
    Well, I'll end the song. -- Sirs, cover the while; the Duke will drink under this tree. -- He hath been all this 920day to look you.
    [Food and drink are set out.]
    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. 925Come, warble, come.
    Who doth ambition shun,
    And loves to live i'th' sun,
    Seeking the food he eats,
    930And pleased with what he gets,
    All together here
    Come hither, come hither, come hither.
    Here shall he see
    No enemy
    But winter and rough weather.
    I'll give you a verse to this note that I made yesterday in despite of my invention.
    And I'll sing it.
    Thus it goes:
    If it do come to pass
    That any man turn ass,
    Leaving his wealth and ease
    A stubborn will to please,
    940Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame.
    Here shall he see
    Gross fools as he,
    An if he will come to me.
    What's that "ducdame"?
    'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle. 945I'll go sleep, if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail against all the first-born of Egypt.
    And I'll go seek the Duke. His banquet is prepared.
    Exeunt [separately].
    950Enter Orlando and Adam.
    Dear master, I can go no further. Oh, I die for food! Here lie I down, and measure out my grave. Farewell, kind master.
    [He lies down.]
    Why, how now, Adam? No greater heart in thee? 955Live 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 960at the 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 labor. Well said! Thou look'st cheerly, 965and I'll be with thee quickly. Yet thou liest in the bleak air. Come, I will bear thee to some shelter; and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live anything in this desert.
    [He picks up Adam.]
    970Cheerly, good Adam!
    Enter Duke Senior, [Amiens], and Lords, like outlaws
    Duke Senior
    I think he be transformed into a beast,
    For I can nowhere find him like a man.
    My lord, he is but even now gone hence.
    Here was he merry, hearing of a song.
    Duke Senior
    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.
    980Enter Jaques.
    He saves my labor by his own approach.
    Duke Senior
    Why, how now, monsieur, what a life is this,
    That your poor friends must woo your company?
    What, you look merrily.
    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 basked him in the sun,
    And railed on Lady Fortune in good terms,
    990In 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-luster eye,
    995Says 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,
    1000And 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,
    1005And I did laugh sans intermission
    An hour by his dial. Oh, noble fool!
    A worthy fool! Motley's the only wear.
    Duke Senior
    What fool is this?
    Oh, worthy fool! One that hath been a courtier,
    1010And 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 crammed
    With observation, the which he vents
    1015In mangled forms. Oh, that I were a fool!
    I am ambitious for a motley coat.
    Duke Senior
    Thou shalt have one.
    It is my only suit,
    Provided that you weed your better judgments
    1020Of 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 gallèd with my folly,
    1025They 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,
    1030The wise man's folly is anatomized
    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,
    1035If they will patiently receive my medicine.
    Duke Senior
    Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst do.
    What, for a counter, would I do but good?
    Duke Senior
    Most mischievous foul sin, in chiding sin.
    For thou thyself hast been a libertine,
    1040As sensual as the brutish sting itself;
    And all th'embossèd sores and headed evils
    That thou with license of free foot hast caught
    Wouldst thou disgorge into the general world.
    Why, who cries out on pride
    1045That can therein tax any private party?
    Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea,
    Till that the weary very means do ebb?
    What woman in the city do I name
    When that I say the city woman bears
    1050The 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 neighbor?
    Or what is he of basest function
    That says his bravery is not on my cost,
    1055Thinking 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 wronged him: if it do him right,
    Then he hath wronged himself; if he be free,
    1060Why then my taxing like a wild goose flies,
    Unclaimed of any man. But who come here?
    Enter Orlando [with his sword drawn].
    Forbear, and eat no more!
    Why, I have eat none yet.
    Nor shalt not, till necessity be served.
    Of what kind should this cock come of?
    Duke Senior
    [To Orlando]
    Art thou thus boldened, man, by thy distress?
    Or else a rude despiser of good manners,
    That in civility thou seem'st so empty?
    You touched 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
    1075Till I and my affairs are answerèd.
    An you will not be answered with reason, I must die.
    Duke Senior
    What would you have? Your gentleness shall force
    More than your force 1080move us to gentleness.
    I almost die for food, and let me have it!
    Duke Senior
    Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table.
    Speak you so gently? Pardon me, I pray you.
    I thought that all things had been savage here,
    1085And therefore put I on the countenance
    Of stern commandment. But whate'er you are
    That in this desert inaccessible,
    Under the shade of melancholy boughs,
    Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time;
    1090If ever you have looked on better days,
    If ever been where bells have knolled to church,
    If ever sat at any good man's feast,
    If ever from your eyelids wiped a tear,
    And know what 'tis to pity and be pitied,
    1095Let gentleness my strong enforcement be;
    In the which hope I blush, and hide my sword.
    [He sheathes his sword.]
    Duke Senior
    True is it that we have seen better days,
    And have with holy bell been knolled to church,
    And sat at good men's feasts, and wiped our eyes
    1100Of drops that sacred pity hath engendered;
    And therefore sit you down in gentleness,
    And take upon command what help we have
    That to your wanting may be ministered.
    Then but forbear your food a little while,
    1105Whiles, like a doe, I go to find my fawn,
    And give it food. There is an old poor man
    Who after me hath many a weary step
    Limped in pure love. Till he be first sufficed,
    Oppressed with two weak evils, age and hunger,
    1110I will not touch a bit.
    Duke Senior
    Go find him out,
    And we will nothing waste till you return.
    I thank ye; and be blest for your good comfort!
    Duke Senior
    Thou see'st we are not all alone unhappy:
    1115This wide and universal theater
    Presents more woeful pageants than the scene
    Wherein we play in.
    All the world's a stage,
    And all the men and women merely players.
    1120They have their exits and their entrances,
    And one man in his time plays many parts,
    His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
    Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
    Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
    1125And shining morning face, creeping like snail
    Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
    Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
    Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
    Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
    1130Jealous in honor, sudden, and quick in quarrel,
    Seeking the bubble reputation
    Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
    In fair round belly with good capon lined,
    With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
    1135Full of wise saws and modern instances;
    And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
    Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
    With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
    His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
    1140For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
    Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
    And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
    That ends this strange eventful history,
    Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
    1145Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
    Enter Orlando with Adam.
    Duke Senior
    Welcome. Set down your venerable burden,
    And let him feed.
    I thank you most for him.
    So had you need;
    I scarce can speak to thank you for myself.
    Duke Senior
    Welcome. Fall to. I will not trouble you
    As yet to question you about your fortunes. --
    Give us some music; and, good cousin, sing.
    Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
    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.
    1160Heigh-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,
    That dost not bite so nigh
    1165 As benefits forgot;
    Though thou the waters warp,
    Thy sting is not so sharp
    As friend remembered not.
    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.
    Duke Senior
    If that you were the good Sir Rowland's son,
    1170As you have whispered faithfully you were,
    And as mine eye doth his effigies witness
    Most truly limned and living in your face,
    Be truly welcome hither. I am the Duke
    That loved your father. The residue of your fortune,
    1175Go to my cave and tell me. [To Adam] Good old man,
    Thou art right welcome as thy master is. [To the others]
    Support him by the arm.[To Orlando] Give me your hand,
    And let me all your fortunes understand.
    1180Enter Duke [Frederick], Lords, and Oliver.
    Duke 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
    Of my revenge, thou present. But look to it:
    1185Find 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.
    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 brother's mouth
    Of what we think against thee.
    Oh, that Your Highness knew my heart in this!
    I never loved my brother in my life.
    1195Duke 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.
    1200Enter Orlando [with a paper].
    Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love;
    And thou, thrice-crownèd Queen of Night, survey
    With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above,
    Thy huntress' name that my full life doth sway.
    1205O 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 witnessed everywhere.
    Run, run, Orlando, carve on every tree
    1210The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she.
    Enter Corin and Clown [Touchstone].
    And how like you this shepherd's life, Master Touchstone?
    Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, it is 1215naught. 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 humor well; but as there is no 1220more plenty in it, it goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd?
    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 1225the property of rain is to wet, 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.
    Such a one is a natural philosopher. Wast ever in court, shepherd?
    No, truly.
    Then thou art damned.
    Nay, I hope.
    Truly, thou art damned, like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side.
    For not being at court? Your reason.
    Why, if thou never wast at court, thou never saw'st good manners; if thou never saw'st good manners, 1240then thy manners must be wicked; and wickedness is sin, and sin is damnation. Thou art in a parlous state, shepherd.
    Not a whit, Touchstone. Those that are good manners at the court are as ridiculous in the country as 1245the behavior 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 uncleanly if courtiers were shepherds.
    Instance, briefly; come, instance.
    Why, we are still handling our ewes, and their fells, you know, are greasy.
    Why, do not your courtier's hands sweat? And is not the grease of a mutton as wholesome as the sweat of a man? Shallow, shallow. A better instance, I say. 1255Come.
    Besides, our hands are hard.
    Your lips will feel them the sooner. Shallow again. A more sounder instance. Come.
    And they are often tarred over with the surgery 1260of our sheep; and would you have us kiss tar? The courtier's hands are perfumed with civet.
    Most shallow man! Thou worm's meat in respect of a good piece of flesh indeed! Learn of the wise, and perpend: civet is of a baser birth than tar, the 1265very uncleanly flux of a cat. Mend the instance, shepherd.
    You have too courtly a wit for me. I'll rest.
    Wilt thou rest damned? God help thee, shallow man! God make incision in thee! Thou art raw.
    Sir, I am a true laborer: 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.
    That is another simple sin in you, to bring the ewes and the rams together and to offer to get your living by the copulation of cattle; to be bawd to a bellwether, and to betray a she-lamb of a twelvemonth to crooked-pated old cuckoldly ram, out of all 1280reasonable match. If thou beest not damned for this, the devil himself will have no shepherds; I cannot see else how thou shouldst scape.
    Here comes young Master Ganymede, my new mistress's brother.
    1285Enter Rosalind [reading a paper].
    "From the east to western Ind,
    No jewel is like Rosalind.
    Her worth, being mounted on the wind,
    Through all the world bears Rosalind.
    1290All the pictures fairest lined
    Are but black to Rosalind.
    Let no face be kept in mind
    But the fair of Rosalind."
    I'll rhyme you so eight years together, dinners, 1295and suppers, and sleeping hours, excepted. It is the right butter-women's rank to market.
    Out, fool!
    For a taste:
    If a hart do lack a hind,
    1300Let him seek out Rosalind.
    If the cat will after kind,
    So be sure will Rosalind.
    Wintered garments must be lined,
    So must slender Rosalind.
    1305They that reap must sheaf and bind,
    Then to cart with Rosalind.
    Sweetest nut hath sourest rind,
    Such a nut is Rosalind.
    He that sweetest rose will find
    1310Must find love's prick and Rosalind.
    This is the very false gallop of verses. Why do you infect yourself with them?
    Peace, you dull fool! I found them on a tree.
    Truly, the tree yields bad fruit.
    I'll graft it with you, and then I shall graft 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 virtue of the medlar.
    You have said; but whether wisely or no, let the 1320forest judge.
    Enter Celia, with a writing.
    Peace! Here comes my sister, reading. Stand aside.
    "Why should this a desert be?
    For it is unpeopled? No.
    1325Tongues I'll hang on every tree
    That shall civil sayings show:
    Some, how brief the life of man
    Runs his erring pilgrimage,
    That the stretching of a span
    1330 Buckles in his sum of age;
    Some, of violated vows
    'Twixt the souls of friend and friend;
    But upon the fairest boughs,
    Or at every sentence end,
    1335Will I "Rosalinda" write,
    Teaching all that read to know
    The quintessence of every sprite
    Heaven would in little show.
    Therefore heaven Nature charged
    1340 That one body should be filled
    With all graces wide-enlarged.
    Nature presently distilled
    Helen's cheek, but not her heart,
    Cleopatra's majesty,
    1345Atalanta's better part,
    Sad Lucretia's modesty.
    Thus Rosalind of many parts
    By heavenly synod was devised
    Of many faces, eyes, and hearts
    1350 To have the touches dearest prized.
    Heaven would that she these gifts should have,
    And I to live and die her slave."
    O most gentle Jupiter, what tedious homily of love have you wearied your parishioners withal, and 1355never cried "Have patience, good people!"
    How now? Back, friends. Shepherd, go off a little.[To Touchstone]Go with him, sirrah.
    [To Corin]
    Come, shepherd, let us make an honorable retreat, though not with bag and baggage, yet with 1360scrip and scrippage.
    Exit [with Corin].
    Didst thou hear these verses?
    Oh, yes, I heard them all, and more too, for some of them had in them more feet than the verses would bear.
    That's no matter; the feet might bear the verses.
    Ay, but the feet were lame, and could not bear themselves without the verse, and therefore stood lamely in the verse.
    But didst thou hear without wondering how 1370thy name should be hanged and carved upon these trees?
    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 berhymed since Pythagoras' time that I was an Irish rat, which I can hardly remember.
    [Rosalind shows Celia the verse she found.]
    Trow you who hath done this?
    Is it a man?
    And a chain that you once wore about his neck. Change you color?
    I prithee, who?
    Oh, Lord, Lord, it is a hard matter for friends to meet; but mountains may be removed with earthquakes, and so encounter.
    Nay, but who is it?
    Is it possible?
    Nay, I prithee now, with most petitionary vehemence, tell me who it is.
    Oh, wonderful, wonderful, most wonderful wonderful, and yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping!
    Good my complexion! Dost thou think, though I am caparisoned 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 couldst stammer, that thou 1395mightst pour this concealed man out of thy mouth as wine comes out of narrow-mouthed bottle -- either too much at once or none at all. I prithee take the cork out of thy mouth, that I may drink thy tidings.
    So you may put a man in your belly.
    Is he of God's making? What manner of man? Is his head worth a hat, or his chin worth a beard?
    Nay, he hath but a little beard.
    Why, God will send more, if the man will be thankful. Let me stay the growth of his beard, if thou 1405delay me not the knowledge of his chin.
    It is young Orlando, that tripped up the wrestler's heels and your heart both in an instant.
    Nay, but the devil take mocking! Speak sad brow and true maid.
    I' faith, coz, 'tis he.
    Alas the day, what shall I do with my doublet and hose? What did he when thou saw'st him? What said 1415he? How looked 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 again? Answer me in one word.
    You must borrow me Gargantua's mouth first; 1420'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.
    But doth he know that I am in this forest, and in man's apparel? Looks he as freshly as he did the day 1425he wrestled?
    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 dropped acorn.
    It may well be called Jove's tree, when it drops forth such fruit.
    Give me audience, good madam.
    There lay he, stretched along like a wounded 1435knight.
    Though it be pity to see such a sight, it well becomes the ground.
    Cry "Holla" to thy tongue, I prithee; it curvets unseasonably. He was furnished like a hunter.
    Oh, ominous! He comes to kill my heart.
    I would sing my song without a burden. Thou bring'st me out of tune.
    Do you not know I am a woman? When I think, I must speak. Sweet, say on.
    1445Enter Orlando and Jaques.
    You bring me out. -- Soft, comes he not here?
    'Tis he. Slink by, and note him.
    [Rosalind and Celia stand aside and listen.]
    [To Orlando]
    I thank you for your company, but, good faith, I had as lief have been myself alone.
    And so had I; but yet, for fashion sake,
    I thank you too for your society.
    God b'wi' you. Let's meet as little as we can.
    I do desire we may be better strangers.
    I pray you, mar no more trees with writing 1455love songs in their barks.
    I pray you, mar no more of my verses with reading them ill-favoredly.
    Rosalind is your love's name?
    Yes, just.
    I do not like her name.
    There was no thought of pleasing you when she was christened.
    What stature is she of?
    Just as high as my heart.
    You are full of pretty answers. Have you not been acquainted 1465with goldsmiths' wives, and conned them out of rings?
    Not so; but I answer you right painted cloth, from whence you have studied your questions.
    You have a nimble wit; I think 'twas made of Atalanta's heels. Will you sit down with me? And 1470we two will rail against our mistress the world, and all our misery.
    I will chide no breather in the world but myself, against whom I know most faults.
    The worst fault you have is to be in love.
    'Tis a fault I will not change for your best virtue. I am weary of you.
    By my troth, I was seeking for a fool when I found you.
    He is drowned in the brook. Look but in, and 1480you shall see him.
    There I shall see mine own figure.
    Which I take to be either a fool or a cipher.
    I'll tarry no longer with you. Farewell, good Signior Love.
    I am glad of your departure. Adieu, good Monsieur Melancholy.
    [Exit Jaques.]
    [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?
    Very well. What would you?
    I pray you, what is't o'clock?
    You should ask me what time o' day. There's no clock in the forest.
    Then there is no true lover in the forest, else sighing every minute and groaning every hour would 1495detect the lazy foot of Time as well as a clock.
    And why not the swift foot of Time? Had not that been as proper?
    By no means, sir. Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I'll tell you who Time ambles withal, 1500who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal.
    I prithee, who doth he trot withal?
    Marry, he trots hard with a young maid between the contract of her marriage and the day it is solemnized. 1505If the interim be but a se'nnight, Time's pace is so hard that it seems the length of seven year.
    Who ambles Time withal?
    With a priest that lacks Latin and a rich man that hath not the gout, for the one sleeps easily because 1510he cannot study, and the other lives merrily because he feels no pain; the one lacking the burden of lean and wasteful learning, the other knowing no burden of heavy tedious penury. These Time ambles withal.
    Who doth he gallop withal?
    With a thief to the gallows, for though he go as softly as foot can fall, he thinks himself too soon there.
    Who stays it still withal?
    With lawyers in the vacation; for they sleep between term and term, and then they perceive not how Time moves.
    Where dwell you, pretty youth?
    With this shepherdess, my sister, here in the 1525skirts of the forest, like fringe upon a petticoat.
    Are you native of this place?
    As the coney that you see dwell where she is kindled.
    Your accent is something finer than you could 1530purchase in so removed a dwelling.
    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 1535against it; and I thank God I am not a woman, to be touched with so many giddy offences as he hath generally taxed their whole sex withal.
    Can you remember any of the principal evils that he laid to the charge of women?
    There were none principal; they were all like one another as halfpence are, every one fault seeming monstrous till his fellow-fault came to match it.
    I prithee, recount some of them.
    No; I will not cast away my physic but on those 1545that are sick. There is a man haunts the forest that abuses our young 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 1550some good counsel, for he seems to have the quotidian of love upon him.
    I am he that is so love-shaked. I pray you, tell me your remedy.
    There is none of my uncle's marks upon you. 1555He taught me how to know a man in love, in which cage of rushes I am sure you are not prisoner.
    What were his marks?
    A lean cheek, which you have not; a blue eye and sunken, which you have not; an unquestionable spirit, 1560which 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. Then your hose should be ungartered, your bonnet unbanded, your sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe untied, and everything 1565about 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.
    Fair youth, I would I could make thee believe I love.
    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 hangs the verses on the 1575trees wherein Rosalind is so admired?
    I swear to thee, youth, by the white hand of Rosalind, I am that he, that unfortunate he.
    But are you so much in love as your rhymes speak?
    Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much.
    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 punished and cured is that the lunacy is so ordinary that the whippers are in love too. Yet I profess curing it by counsel.
    Did you ever cure any so?
    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 1590liking, proud, fantastical, apish, 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 color; would now like him, now loathe him; then entertain him, then forswear him; 1595now weep for him, then spit at him; that I drave my suitor from his mad humor of love to a living humor of madness, which was to forswear the full stream of the world and to live in a nook, merely monastic. And thus I cured him; and this way will I take upon me to wash your liver 1600as clean as a sound sheep's heart, that there shall not be one spot of love in't.
    I would not be cured, youth.
    I would cure you, if you would but call me Rosalind, and come every day to my cote and woo me.
    Now, by the faith of my love, I will. Tell me where it is.
    Go with me to it, and I'll show it you; and by the way you shall tell me where in the forest you live. Will you go?
    With all my heart, good youth.
    Nay, you must call me Rosalind. -- Come, sister, will you go?
    Enter [Touchstone the] Clown, Audrey, and Jaques [behind].
    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?
    Your features! Lord warrant us, what features?
    I am here with thee and thy goats, as the most 1620capricious poet, honest Ovid, was among the Goths.
    Oh, knowledge ill-inhabited, worse than Jove in a thatched house!
    When a man's verses cannot be understood, nor a man's good wit seconded with the forward child, understanding, 1625it strikes a man more dead than a great reckoning in a little room. Truly, I would the gods had made thee poetical.
    I do not know what "poetical" is. Is it honest in deed and word? Is it a true thing?
    No, truly; for the truest poetry is the most feigning, and lovers are given to poetry, and what they swear in poetry it may be said as lovers they do feign.
    Do you wish, then, that the gods had made me poetical?
    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 feign.
    Would you not have me honest?
    No, truly, unless thou wert hard-favored; for 1640honesty coupled to beauty is to have honey a sauce to sugar.
    A material fool!
    Well, I am not fair, and therefore I pray the gods make me honest.
    Truly, and to cast away honesty upon a foul slut were to put good meat into an unclean dish.
    I am not a slut, though I thank the gods I am foul.
    Well, praised be the gods for thy foulness! Sluttishness 1650may come hereafter. But be it as it may be, I will marry thee; and to that end I have been with Sir Oliver Mar-text, the vicar of the next village, who hath promised to meet me in this place of the forest, and to couple us.
    I would fain see this meeting.
    Well, the gods give us joy!
    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 1660what though? Courage! As horns are 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? 1665No, no, the noblest deer hath them as huge as the rascal. Is the single man therefore blessed? No. As a walled town is more worthier than a village, so is the forehead of a married man more honorable than the bare brow of a bachelor; and by how much defense is better 1670than no skill, by so much is a horn more precious than to want.
    Enter Sir Oliver Mar-text.
    Here comes Sir Oliver. -- Sir Oliver Mar-text, you are well met. Will you dispatch us here under this tree, or 1675shall we go with you to your chapel?
    Sir Oliver Mar-text
    Is there none here to give the woman?
    I will not take her on gift of any man.
    Sir Oliver Mar-text
    Truly, she must be given, or the marriage is not lawful.
    [Coming forward]
    Proceed, proceed. I'll give her.
    Good even, good Master What-ye-call't. How do you, sir? You are very well met. God 'ild you for your last company. I am very glad to see you. Even a toy in hand here, sir. -- Nay, pray be covered.
    Will you be married, motley?
    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.
    And will you, being a man of your breeding, be 1690married 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.
    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.
    Go thou with me, 1700and let me counsel thee.
    Come, sweet Audrey.
    We must be married or we must live in bawdry. --
    Farewell, good Master Oliver. Not
    "O sweet Oliver,
    O brave Oliver,
    Leave me not behind thee,"
    "Wind away,
    Begone, 1705I say,
    I will not to wedding with thee."
    [Exeunt Jaques, Touchstone, and Audrey.]
    Sir Oliver Mar-text
    'Tis no matter. Ne'er a fantastical knave of them all shall flout me out of my calling.
    Enter Rosalind and Celia.
    Never talk to me. I will weep.
    Do, I prithee, but yet have the grace to consider that tears do not become a man.
    But have I not cause to weep?
    As good cause as one would desire; 1715therefore weep.
    His very hair is of the dissembling color.
    Something browner than Judas's. Marry, his kisses are Judas's own children.
    I'faith, his hair is of a good color.
    An excellent color. Your chestnut was ever the only color.
    And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the touch of holy bread.
    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.
    But why did he swear he would come this morning, and comes not?
    Nay, certainly, there is no truth in him.
    Do you think so?
    Yes. I think he is not a pickpurse nor a horse-stealer, but for his verity in love, I do think him as concave as a covered goblet or a worm-eaten nut.
    Not true in love?
    Yes, when he is in, but I think he is not in.
    You have heard him swear downright he was.
    "Was" is not "is." Besides, the oath of a lover is no stronger than the word of a tapster; they are both the 1740confirmer of false reckonings. He attends here in the forest on the Duke, your father.
    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 he; so he laughed and let me go. 1745But what talk we of fathers, when there is such a man as Orlando?
    Oh, 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, 1750as a puny tilter, that 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.
    Mistress and master, you have oft inquired
    1755After the shepherd that complained of love,
    Who you saw sitting by me on the turf,
    Praising the proud disdainful shepherdess
    That was his mistress.
    Well, and what of him?
    If you will see a pageant truly played
    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.
    Oh, 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.
    1770Enter Silvius and Phoebe.
    Sweet Phoebe, do not scorn me, do not, Phoebe!
    Say that you love me not, but say not so
    In bitterness. The common executioner,
    Whose heart th'accustomed sight of death makes hard,
    1775Falls not the ax upon the humbled neck
    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].
    I would not be thy executioner;
    1780I fly thee, for I would not injure thee.
    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,
    1785Should be called tyrants, butchers, murderers!
    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, oh, for shame, for shame,
    1790Lie not, to say mine eyes are murderers!
    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
    1795Thy palm some moment keeps; but now mine eyes,
    Which I have darted at thee, hurt thee not.
    Nor, I am sure, there is no force in eyes
    That can do hurt.
    O dear Phoebe,
    1800If ever -- as that "ever" may be near --
    You meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy,
    Then shall you know the wounds invisible
    That love's keen arrows make.
    But till that time
    1805Come not thou near me; and when that time comes,
    Afflict me with thy mocks; pity me not,
    As till that time I shall not pity thee.
    And why, I pray you? Who might be your mother,
    That you insult, exult, and all at once,
    1810Over 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?
    [Phoebe gazes intently at Rosalind.]
    Why, what means this? Why do you look on me?
    1815I 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,
    1820Your bugle eyeballs, nor your cheek of cream
    That can entame my spirits to your worship.
    [To Silvius]
    You foolish shepherd, wherefore do you follow her,
    Like foggy south, puffing with wind and rain?
    You are a thousand times a properer man
    1825Than she a woman. 'Tis such fools as you
    That makes the world full of ill-favored 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.
    [To Phoebe]
    1830But, 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;
    1835Foul is most foul, being foul to be a scoffer.
    [To Silvius]
    So take her to thee, shepherd. Fare you well.
    Sweet youth, I pray you chide a year together.
    I had rather hear you chide than this man woo.
    [To Phoebe]
    He's fallen in love with your foulness, [To Silvius]and she'll 1840fall 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. [To Phoebe]Why look you so upon me?
    For no ill will I bear you.
    I pray you, do not fall in love with me,
    1845For I am falser than vows made in wine.
    Besides, I like you not. [To Silvius] 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,
    1850And be not proud. Though all the world could see,
    None could be so abused in sight as he. --
    Come, to our flock.
    Exit [with Celia and Corin].
    Dead shepherd, now I find thy saw of might:
    "Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?"
    Sweet Phoebe --
    Ha! What say'st thou, Silvius?
    Sweet Phoebe, pity me.
    Why, I am sorry for thee, gentle Silvius.
    Wherever sorrow is, relief would be.
    1860If you do sorrow at my grief in love,
    By giving love, your sorrow and my grief
    Were both extermined.
    Thou hast my love. Is not that neighborly?
    I would have you.
    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,
    1870I will endure; and I'll employ thee too.
    But do not look for further recompense
    Than thine own gladness that thou art employed.
    So holy and so perfect is my love,
    And I in such a poverty of grace,
    1875That 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 scattered smile, and that I'll live upon.
    Know'st thou the youth that spoke to me erewhile?
    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.
    Think not I love him, though I ask for him.
    'Tis but a peevish boy; yet he talks well.
    1885But 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
    1890Is his complexion; and faster than his tongue
    Did make offense, 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,
    1895A little riper and more lusty red
    Than that mixed in his cheek; 'twas just the difference
    Betwixt the constant red and mingled damask.
    There be some women, Silvius, had they marked him
    In parcels as I did, would have gone near
    1900To 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,
    1905And, now I am remembered, scorned at me.
    I marvel why I answered 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?
    Phoebe, with all my heart.
    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.
    Enter Rosalind, Celia, and Jaques.
    I prithee, pretty youth, let me be better acquainted with thee.
    They say you are a melancholy fellow.
    I am so. I do love it better than laughing.
    Those that are in extremity of either are abominable fellows, and betray themselves to every modern censure worse than drunkards.
    Why, 'tis good to be sad and say nothing.
    Why then, 'tis good to be a post.
    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, 1930nor the lady's, which is nice, nor the lover's, which is all these; but it is a 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 1935sadness.
    A traveler! By my faith, you have great reason to be 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.
    Yes, I have gained my experience.
    Enter Orlando.
    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!
    Good day, and happiness, dear Rosalind!
    Nay, then, God b'wi' you, an you talk in blank verse.
    Farewell, Monsieur Traveler. Look you lisp and wear strange suits, disable all the benefits 1950of 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 have you been all this while? You a lover? An you 1955serve me such another trick, never come in my sight more.
    My fair Rosalind, I come within an hour of my promise.
    Break an hour's promise in love? He that 1960will divide a minute into a thousand parts and break but a part of the thousand part of a minute in the affairs of love, it may be said of him that Cupid hath clapped him o'th' shoulder, but I'll warrant him heart-whole.
    Pardon me, dear Rosalind.
    Nay, an you be so tardy, come no more in my sight. I had as lief be wooed of a snail.
    Of a snail?
    Ay, of a snail; for though he comes slowly, he carries his house on his head -- a better jointure, I think, 1970than you make a woman. Besides, he brings his destiny with him.
    What's that?
    Why, horns, which such as you are fain to be beholding to your wives for. But he comes armed in his fortune, 1975and prevents the slander of his wife.
    Virtue is no horn-maker; and my Rosalind is virtuous.
    And I am your Rosalind.
    It pleases him to call you so; but he hath a Rosalind 1980 of a better leer than you.
    Come, woo me, woo me, for now I am in a holiday humor, and like enough to consent. What would you say to me now, an I were your very very Rosalind?
    I would kiss before I spoke.
    Nay, you were better speak first, and when you were graveled for lack of matter, you might take occasion to kiss. Very good orators, when they are out, they will spit; and for lovers lacking -- God warn us! -- 1990matter, the cleanliest shift is to kiss.
    How if the kiss be denied?
    Then she puts you to entreaty, and there begins new matter.
    Who could be out, being before his beloved 1995mistress?
    Marry, that should you, if I were your mistress, or I should think my honesty ranker than my wit.
    What, of my suit?
    Not out of your apparel, and yet out of your 2000suit. Am not I your Rosalind?
    I take some joy to say you are, because I would be talking of her.
    Well, in her person, I say I will not have you.
    Then, in mine own person, I die.
    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 dashed out with a 2010Grecian club, yet he did what he could to die before, and he is one of the patterns of love. Leander, he would have lived many a fair year though Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night; for, good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont, 2015and, being taken with the cramp, was drowned; and the foolish chroniclers of that age found it was -- Hero of Sestos. But these are all lies. Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
    I would not have my right Rosalind of this mind, for, I protest, her frown might kill me.
    By this hand, it will not kill a fly. But come, now I will be your Rosalind in a more coming-on disposition; and ask me what you will, I will grant it.
    Then love me, Rosalind.
    Yes, faith, will I, Fridays and Saturdays and all.
    And wilt thou have me?
    Ay, and twenty such.
    What sayest thou?
    Are you not good?
    I hope so.
    Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing? -- Come, sister, you shall be the priest, and marry us. -- Give me your hand, Orlando. -- What do you 2035say, sister?
    Pray thee, marry us.
    I cannot say the words.
    You must begin "Will you, Orlando --"
    Go to. -- Will you, Orlando, have to wife this 2040Rosalind?
    I will.
    Ay, but when?
    Why, now, as fast as she can marry us.
    Then you must say, "I take thee, Rosalind, for 2045wife."
    I take thee, Rosalind, for wife.
    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 2050thought runs before her actions.
    So do all thoughts; they are winged.
    Now tell me how long you would have her, after you have possessed her.
    For ever and a day.
    Say "a day" without the "ever." No, no, Orlando, men are April when they woo, December when they wed; maids are May when 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 2060than a parrot against rain, more newfangled 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 are disposed to be merry; I will laugh like a hyena, and that when thou art inclined 2065to sleep.
    But will my Rosalind do so?
    By my life, she will do as I do.
    Oh, but she is wise.
    Or else she could not have the wit to do this. 2070The 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.
    A man that had a wife with such a wit, he might 2075say, "Wit, whither wilt?'"
    Nay, you might keep that check for it till you met your wife's wit going to your neighbor's bed.
    And what wit could wit have to excuse that?
    Marry, to say she came to seek you there. You 2080shall never take her without her answer, unless you take her without her tongue. Oh, 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!
    For these two hours, Rosalind, I will leave thee.
    Alas, dear love, I cannot lack thee two hours!
    I must attend the Duke at dinner. By two o'clock I will be with thee again.
    Ay, go your ways, go your ways. I knew what you would prove; my friends told me as much, and I 2090thought no less. That flattering tongue of yours won me. 'Tis but one cast away, and so, come death! Two o'clock is your hour?
    Ay, sweet Rosalind.
    By my troth, and in good earnest, and 2095so God mend me, and by all pretty oaths that are not dangerous, if you break one jot 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 2100may be chosen out of the gross band of the unfaithful. Therefore beware my censure, and keep your promise.
    With no less religion than if thou wert indeed my Rosalind. So, adieu.
    Well, Time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let Time try. Adieu.
    Exit [Orlando].
    You have simply misused our sex in your love-prate. We must have your doublet and hose plucked over your head, and show the world what the bird hath done 2110to her own nest.
    Oh, 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.
    Or rather, bottomless, that as fast as you pour affection in, it runs out.
    No, that same wicked bastard of Venus, that was begot of thought, conceived of spleen, and born of madness, that blind rascally boy that abuses everyone's 2120eyes because his own are 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.
    And I'll sleep.
    Enter Jaques and Lords, [outfitted as] foresters.
    Which is he that killed the deer?
    First Lord
    Sir, it was I.
    Let's present him to the Duke, like a Roman conqueror; 2130and 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?
    Second Lord
    Yes, sir.
    Sing it. 'Tis no matter how it be in tune, so it 2135make noise enough.
    Second Lord
    What shall he have that killed the deer?
    His leather skin and horns to wear.
    Then sing him home.
    (The rest shall bear this burden:)
    2140Take thou no scorn to wear the horn;
    It was a crest ere thou wast born.
    Thy father's father wore it;
    And thy father bore it.
    (The rest shall bear this burden:)
    The horn, the horn, the lusty horn,
    2145Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.
    Enter Rosalind and Celia.
    How say you now? Is it not past two o'clock? And here much Orlando!
    I warrant you, with pure love and troubled brain
    Enter Silvius [with a letter].
    he hath ta'en his bow and arrows and is gone forth -- to sleep. Look who comes here.
    [To Rosalind]
    My errand is to you, fair youth.
    2155My gentle Phoebe did bid me give you this.
    [He gives the letter.]
    I know not the contents, but, as I guess,
    By the stern brow and waspish action
    Which she did use as she was writing of it,
    It bears an angry tenor. Pardon me,
    2160I am but as a guiltless messenger.
    [Examining the letter]
    Patience herself would startle at this letter
    And play the swaggerer. Bear this, bear all!
    She says I am not fair, that I lack manners;
    She calls me proud, and that she could not love me
    2165Were 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,
    This is a letter of your own device.
    No, I protest, I know not the contents.
    2170Phoebe did write it.
    Come, come, you are a fool,
    And turned into the extremity of love.
    I saw her hand; she has a leathern hand,
    A freestone-colored hand. I verily did think
    2175That 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;
    This is a man's invention, and his hand.
    Sure it is hers.
    Why, 'tis a boisterous and a cruel style,
    A style for challengers. Why, she defies me,
    Like Turk to Christian. Women's gentle brain
    Could not drop forth such giant-rude invention,
    Such Ethiop words, blacker in their effect
    2185Than in their countenance. Will you hear the letter?
    So please you, for I never heard it yet;
    Yet heard too much of Phoebe's cruelty.
    She Phoebes me. Mark how the tyrant writes.
    "Art thou god to shepherd turned,
    2190That a maiden's heart hath burned?"
    Can a woman rail thus?
    Call you this railing?
    "Why, thy godhead laid apart,
    Warr'st thou with a woman's heart?"
    2195Did you ever hear such railing?
    "Whiles the eye of man did woo me,
    That could do no vengeance to me."
    Meaning me a beast.
    "If the scorn of your bright eyne
    2200Have power to raise such love in mine,
    Alack, in me what strange effect
    Would they work in mild aspect!
    Whiles you chid me, I did love;
    How then might your prayers move!
    2205He that brings this love to thee
    Little knows this love in me;
    And by him seal up thy mind,
    Whether that thy youth and kind
    Will the faithful offer take
    2210Of me and all that I can make;
    Or else by him my love deny,
    And then I'll study how to die."
    Call you this chiding?
    Alas, poor shepherd!
    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 endured! Well, go your way to her, for I see love hath made thee a tame snake, and say this to her: that if she 2220love 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.
    Good morrow, fair ones. Pray you, if you know,
    Where in the purlieus of this forest stands
    A sheepcote fenced about with olive trees?
    West of this place, down in the neighbor bottom,
    The rank of osiers by the murmuring stream
    2230Left on your right hand brings you to the place.
    But at this hour the house doth keep itself;
    There's none within.
    If that an eye may profit by a tongue,
    Then should I know you by description,
    2235Such garments, and such years: "The boy is fair,
    Of female favor, and bestows himself
    Like a ripe sister; the woman, low
    And browner than her brother." Are not you
    The owner of the house I did inquire for?
    It is no boast, being asked, to say we are.
    Orlando doth commend him to you both,
    And to that youth he calls his Rosalind
    He sends this bloody napkin. Are you he?
    [He produces a bloody handkerchief.]
    I am. What must we understand by this?
    Some of my shame, if you will know of me
    What man I am, and how, and why, and where
    This handkerchief was stained.
    I pray you, tell it.
    When last the young Orlando parted from you,
    2250He 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,
    And mark what object did present itself.
    2255Under an old oak, whose boughs were mossed 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
    A green and gilded snake had wreathed itself,
    2260Who with her head, nimble in threats, approached
    The opening of his mouth; but suddenly,
    Seeing Orlando, it unlinked itself
    And with indented glides did slip away
    Into a bush, under which bush's shade
    2265A 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
    To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead.
    2270This seen, Orlando did approach the man,
    And found it was his brother, his elder brother.
    Oh, I have heard him speak of that same brother,
    And he did render him the most unnatural
    That lived amongst men.
    And well he might so do,
    For well I know he was unnatural.
    But to Orlando: did he leave him there,
    Food to the sucked and hungry lioness?
    Twice did he turn his back, and purposed so;
    2280But 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
    From miserable slumber I awaked.
    Are you his brother?
    Was't you he rescued?
    Was't you that did so oft contrive to kill him?
    'Twas I; but 'tis not I. I do not shame
    To tell you what I was, since my conversion
    2290So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am.
    But for the bloody napkin?
    By and by.
    When from the first to last, betwixt us two,
    Tears our recountments had most kindly bathed,
    2295As 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;
    Who led me instantly unto his cave,
    2300There stripped 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.
    Brief, I recovered him, bound up his wound,
    2305And 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,
    Dyed in this blood, unto the shepherd youth
    2310That he in sport doth call his Rosalind.
    [Rosalind swoons.]
    Why, how now, Ganymede, sweet Ganymede!
    Many will swoon when they do look on blood.
    There is more in it. -- Cousin Ganymede!
    Look, he recovers.
    I would I were at home.
    We'll lead you thither. --
    I pray you, will you take him by the arm?
    [They help Rosalind up.]
    Be of good cheer, youth. You a man? You lack a man's heart.
    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!
    This was not counterfeit. There is too great testimony 2325in your complexion that it was a passion of earnest.
    Counterfeit, I assure you.
    Well then, take a good heart and counterfeit to be a man.
    So I do; but, i'faith, I should have been a woman by right.
    Come, you look paler and paler. Pray you, draw homewards. -- Good sir, go with us.
    That will I, for I must bear answer back
    2335How you excuse my brother, Rosalind.
    I shall devise something. But, I pray you, commend my counterfeiting to him. Will you go?
    2340Enter Touchstone and Audrey.
    We shall find a time, Audrey. Patience, gentle Audrey.
    Faith, the priest was good enough, for all the old gentleman's saying.
    A most wicked Sir Oliver, Audrey, a most vile Mar-text. But Audrey, there is a youth here in the forest lays claim to you.
    Ay, I know who 'tis. He hath no interest in me in the world. Here comes the man you mean.
    2350Enter William.
    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.
    Good ev'n, Audrey.
    God ye good ev'n, William.
    And good ev'n to you, sir.
    [He removes his hat.]
    Good ev'n, gentle friend. Cover thy head, cover thy head. Nay, prithee be covered. How old are you, friend?
    Five-and-twenty, sir.
    A ripe age. Is thy name William?
    William, sir.
    A fair name. Wast born i'th'forest here?
    Ay, sir, I thank God.
    "Thank God" -- a good answer. Art rich?
    Faith, sir, so-so.
    "So-so" is good, very good, very excellent good; and yet it is not; it is but so-so. 2370Art thou wise?
    Ay, sir, I have a pretty wit.
    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, 2375when he had a desire to eat a grape, would open his lips when he put it into his mouth, meaning thereby that grapes were made to eat and lips to open. You do love this maid?
    I do, sir.
    Give me your hand. Art thou learned?
    No, sir.
    Then learn this of me: to have is to have. For it is a figure in rhetoric that drink, being poured out of a cup into a glass, by filling the one doth empty the 2385other; for all your writers do consent that ipse is he. Now, you are not ipse, for I am he.
    Which he, sir?
    He, sir, that must marry this woman. Therefore, you clown, abandon -- which is in the vulgar "leave" -- the 2390society -- 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, clown, thou perishest; or, to thy better understanding, diest; or, to wit, I kill thee, make thee away, translate thy life into 2395death, thy liberty into bondage. I will deal in poison with thee, or in bastinado, or in steel; I will bandy with thee in faction, I will o'er-run thee with policy; I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways. Therefore tremble and depart.
    Do, good William.
    God rest you merry, sir.
    Enter Corin.
    Our master and mistress seeks you. Come away, away!
    Trip, Audrey, trip, Audrey! -- I attend, I attend.
    Enter Orlando and Oliver.
    Is't possible that on so little acquaintance you 2410should like her? That, but seeing, you should love her? And loving, woo? And, wooing, she should grant? And will you persevere to enjoy her?
    Neither call the giddiness of it in question, the poverty of her, the small acquaintance, my sudden wooing, 2415nor her sudden consenting; but say with me, "I love Aliena"; say with her that she 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 2420live and die a shepherd.
    Enter Rosalind.
    You have my consent. Let your wedding be tomorrow. Thither will I invite the Duke and all 's contented followers. 2425Go you and prepare Aliena; for, look you, here comes my Rosalind.
    God save you, brother.
    And you, fair sister.
    O my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to see 2430thee wear thy heart in a scarf!
    It is my arm.
    I thought thy heart had been wounded with the claws of a lion.
    Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady.
    Did your brother tell you how I counterfeited to swoon when he showed me your handkerchief?
    Ay, and greater wonders than that.
    Oh, I know where you are. Nay, 'tis true. There was never anything so sudden but the fight of two rams 2440and Caesar's thrasonical brag of "I came, saw, and overcame." For your brother and my sister no sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew 2445the reason but they sought the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a 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 2450them.
    They shall be married tomorrow; and I will bid the Duke to the nuptial. But, oh, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes! By so much the more shall I tomorrow be at the height 2455of heart-heaviness, by how much I shall think my brother happy in having what he wishes for.
    Why, then, tomorrow I cannot serve your turn for Rosalind?
    I can live no longer by thinking.
    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 bear a good opinion of my knowledge, insomuch I say I know you are; neither 2465do I labor 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, conversed with a magician, most profound in 2470his 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, 2475to set her before your eyes tomorrow, human as she is, and without any danger.
    Speak'st thou in sober meanings?
    By my life, I do, which I tender dearly, though I say I am a magician. Therefore put you in your best array, 2480bid your friends; for if you will be married tomorrow, you shall; and to Rosalind, if you will.
    Enter Silvius and Phoebe.
    Look, here comes a lover of mine, and a lover of hers.
    [To Rosalind]
    Youth, you have done me much ungentleness
    2485To show the letter that I writ to you.
    I care not if I have. It is my study
    To seem despiteful and ungentle to you.
    You are there followed by a faithful shepherd;
    Look upon him, love him; he worships you.
    [To Silvius]
    Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love.
    It is to be all made of sighs and tears;
    And so am I for Phoebe.
    And I for Ganymede.
    And I for Rosalind.
    And I for no woman.
    It is to be all made of faith and service;
    And so am I for Phoebe.
    And I for Ganymede.
    And I for Rosalind.
    And I for no woman.
    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,
    2505All purity, all trial, all obedience;
    And so am I for Phoebe.
    And so am I for Ganymede.
    And so am I for Rosalind.
    And so am I for no woman.
    [To Rosalind]
    If this be so, why blame you me to love you?
    [To Phoebe]
    If this be so, why blame you me to love you?
    If this be so, why blame you me to love you?
    Why do you speak too, "Why blame you me to love you?"
    To her that is not here, nor doth not hear.
    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 Phoebe]I would love you if I could. -- Tomorrow meet me all together.[To Phoebe]I will marry you if ever I marry woman, 2520and I'll be married tomorrow.[To Orlando]I will satisfy you if ever I satisfied man, and you shall be married tomorrow.[To Silvius]I will content you if what pleases you contents you, and you shall be married tomorrow.[To Orlando]As you love Rosalind, meet.[To Silvius]As you love Phoebe, meet. And as I love no 2525woman, I'll meet. So, fare you well. I have left you commands.
    I'll not fail, if I live.
    Nor I.
    Nor I.
    Enter [Touchstone the] Clown and Audrey.
    Tomorrow is the joyful day, Audrey; tomorrow will we be married.
    I do desire it with all my heart; and I hope it is 2535no dishonest desire to desire to be a woman of the world. Here come two of the banished Duke's pages.
    Enter two Pages.
    First Page
    Well met, honest gentleman.
    By my troth, well met. Come sit, sit, and a song.
    [They sit.]
    2540Second Page
    We are for you. Sit i'th' middle.
    First Page
    Shall we clap into't roundly, without hawking, or 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 2545gypsies on a horse.
    Both Pages
    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
    2550 In spring time, the only pretty ring time,
    When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding.
    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,
    2560 In spring time, the only pretty ring time,
    When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding.
    Sweet lovers love the spring.
    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 spring time, the only pretty ring time,
    When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding.
    Sweet lovers love the spring.
    And therefore take the present time,
    With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
    2555For love is crownèd with the prime,
    In spring time, the only pretty ring time,
    When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding.
    Sweet lovers love the spring.
    Truly, young gentlemen, though there was no great matter in the ditty, yet the note was very untuneable.
    First Page
    You are deceived, sir; we kept time, we lost not our time.
    By my troth, yes; I count it but time lost to hear 2570such a foolish song. God b'wi' you, and God mend your voices. -- Come, Audrey.
    Exeunt [the Pages one way, Touchstone and Audrey another].
    Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, Jaques, Orlando, Oliver, [and] Celia.
    2575Duke Senior
    Dost thou believe, Orlando, that the boy
    Can do all this that he hath promised?
    I sometimes do believe and sometimes do not,
    As those that fear they hope, and know they fear.
    Enter Rosalind, Silvius, and Phoebe.
    Patience once more, whiles our compact is urged.
    [To the Duke]
    You say, if I bring in your Rosalind,
    You will bestow her on Orlando here?
    Duke Senior
    That would I, had I kingdoms to give with her.
    [To Orlando]
    And you say you will have her when I bring her?
    That would I, were I of all kingdoms king.
    [To Phoebe]
    You say you'll marry me, if I be willing?
    That will I, should I die the hour after.
    But if you do refuse to marry me,
    You'll give yourself to this most faithful shepherd?
    So is the bargain.
    [To Silvius]
    You say that you'll have Phoebe if she will?
    Though to have her and death were both one thing.
    I have promised to make all this matter even.
    2595Keep you your word, O Duke, to give your daughter;
    You yours, Orlando, to receive his daughter;
    Keep you your word, Phoebe, that you'll marry me,
    Or else, refusing me, to wed this shepherd;
    Keep your word, Silvius, that you'll marry her
    2600If she refuse me; and from hence I go,
    To make these doubts all even.
    Exeunt Rosalind and Celia.
    Duke Senior
    I do remember in this shepherd boy
    Some lively touches of my daughter's favor.
    My lord, the first time that I ever saw him
    2605Methought he was a brother to your daughter.
    But, my good lord, this boy is forest-born,
    And hath been tutored in the rudiments
    Of many desperate studies by his uncle,
    Whom he reports to be a great magician,
    2610Enter [Touchstone the] Clown and Audrey.
    Obscurèd in the circle of this forest.
    There is, sure, another flood toward, and these couples are coming to the ark. Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called 2615fools.
    Salutation and greeting to you all!
    [To the Duke]
    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.
    If any man doubt that, let him put me to my purgation. I have trod a measure; I have flattered 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.
    And how was that ta'en up?
    Faith, we met, and found the quarrel was upon the seventh cause.
    How seventh cause? -- Good my lord, like this fellow.
    2630Duke Senior
    I like him very well.
    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-favored thing, 2635sir, but mine own; a poor humor of mine, sir, to take that that no man else will. Rich honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor house, as your pearl in your foul oyster.
    Duke Senior
    By my faith, he is very swift and sententious.
    According to the fool's bolt, sir, and such dulcet diseases.
    But for the seventh cause. How did you find the quarrel on the seventh cause?
    Upon a lie seven times removed -- bear your 2645body 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 cut well, he was in the mind it was. This is called the Retort Courteous. If I sent him word again it was not well cut, he would send me word 2650he cut it to please himself. This is called the Quip Modest. If again it was not well cut, he disabled my judgment. This is called the Reply Churlish. If again it was not well cut, he would answer I spake not true. This is called the Reproof Valiant. If again it was not well cut, he would 2655say I lie. This is called the Countercheck Quarrelsome. And so to the Lie Circumstantial and the Lie Direct.
    And how oft did you say his beard was not well cut?
    I durst go no further than the Lie Circumstantial, 2660nor he durst not give me the Lie Direct; and so we measured swords and parted.
    Can you nominate in order now the degrees of the lie?
    Oh, sir, we quarrel in print, by the book, as you 2665have 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, 2670the Lie Direct. All these you may avoid but the Lie 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"; 2675and they shook hands, and swore brothers. Your If is the only peace-maker; much virtue in If.
    [To the Duke]
    Is not this a rare fellow, my lord? He's as good at anything, and yet a fool.
    Duke Senior
    He uses his folly like a stalking-horse, and under 2680the presentation of that he shoots his wit.
    Enter Hymen, Rosalind, and Celia.Still music. [Rosalind and Celia are no longer disguised.]
    Then is there mirth in heaven,
    When earthly things made even
    2685 Atone together.
    Good Duke, receive thy daughter;
    Hymen from heaven brought her,
    Yea, brought her hither,
    That thou mightst join her hand with his,
    2690Whose heart within his bosom is.
    [To the Duke]
    To you I give myself, for I am yours.
    [To Orlando]
    To you I give myself, for I am yours.
    Duke Senior
    If there be truth in sight, you are my daughter.
    If there be truth in sight, you are my Rosalind.
    If sight and shape be true,
    Why then, my love adieu!
    [To the Duke]
    I'll have no father, if you be not he;
    [To Orlando]
    I'll have no husband, if you be not he;
    [To Phoebe]
    Nor ne'er wed woman, if you be not she.
    Peace, ho! I bar confusion.
    2700'Tis I must make conclusion
    Of these most strange events.
    Here's eight that must take hands
    To join in Hymen's bands,
    If truth holds true contents.
    [To Orlando and Rosalind]
    2705You and you no cross shall part.
    [To Oliver and Celia]
    You and you are heart in heart.
    [To Phoebe]
    You to his love must accord,
    Or have a woman to your lord.
    [To Touchstone and Audrey]
    You and you are sure together,
    2710As the winter to foul weather.
    [To All]
    Whiles a wedlock hymn we sing,
    Feed yourselves with questioning,
    That reason wonder may diminish,
    How thus we met, and these things finish.
    Wedding is great Juno's crown,
    O blessèd bond of board and bed!
    'Tis Hymen peoples every town;
    High wedlock then be honorèd.
    2720Honor, high honor and renown
    To Hymen, god of every town!
    Duke Senior
    [To Celia]
    O my dear niece, welcome thou art to me!
    Even daughter, welcome, in no less degree.
    [To Silvius]
    I will not eat my word, now thou art mine;
    2725Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine.
    Enter Second Brother [Jaques de Boys].
    Jaques de Boys
    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.
    2730Duke Frederick, hearing how that every day
    Men of great worth resorted to this forest,
    Addressed a mighty power, which were on foot
    In his own conduct, purposely to take
    His brother here, and put him to the sword;
    2735And to the skirts of this wild wood he came,
    Where, meeting with an old religious man,
    After some question with him, was converted
    Both from his enterprise and from the world,
    His crown bequeathing to his banished brother,
    2740And all their lands restored to them again
    That were with him exiled. This to be true
    I do engage my life.
    Duke Senior
    Welcome, young man.
    Thou offer'st fairly to thy brothers' wedding:
    2745To one his lands withheld, and to the other
    A land itself at large, a potent dukedom.
    First, in this forest let us do those ends
    That here were well begun and well begot;
    And after, every of this happy number
    2750That have endured shrewd days and nights with us
    Shall share the good of our returnèd fortune,
    According to the measure of their states.
    Meantime, forget this new-fall'n dignity,
    And fall into our rustic revelry.
    2755Play, music! And you brides and bridegrooms all,
    With measure heaped in joy, to th' measures fall.
    Sir, by your patience. [To Jaques de Boys] If I heard you rightly,
    The Duke hath put on a religious life,
    And thrown into neglect the pompous court.
    2760Jaques de Boys
    He hath.
    To him will I. Out of these convertites
    There is much matter to be heard and learned.
    [To the Duke]
    You to your former honor I bequeath;
    Your patience and your virtue well deserves it.
    [To Orlando]
    2765You to a love that your true faith doth merit;
    [To Oliver]
    You to your land and love and great allies;
    [To Silvius]
    You to a long and well-deservèd bed;
    [To Touchstone]
    And you to wrangling, for thy loving voyage
    Is but for two months victualled. -- So to your pleasures;
    2770I am for other than for dancing measures.
    Duke Senior
    Stay, Jaques, stay!
    To see no pastime, I. What you would have
    I'll stay to know at your abandoned cave.
    Duke Senior
    Proceed, proceed. We'll begin these rites,
    2775As we do trust they'll end, in true delights.
    [They dance.] Exeunt [all but 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. 2780Yet to good wine they do use good bushes, and good plays prove the better by the help of good epilogues. What a 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 furnished like a beggar; therefore 2785to 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 this play as please you; and I charge you, O men, for the love you bear to women -- as I perceive by your 2790simpering, 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 pleased me, complexions that liked me, and breaths that I defied not; and, I am sure, as many as have good 2795beards, or good faces, or sweet breaths, will, for my kind offer, when I make curtsy, bid me farewell.