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For what had he to do to chide at me?
And thou shalt bear it; Wilt thou, Silvius?
Sil, Phebe, with all my heart.
I 'll write it straight :
SCENE I.-The same.
Orl. Virtue is no norn-maker; and my Rosalind is
virtuous. Enter ROSALIND, Celia, and JAQUES.
Ros. And I am your Rosalind. Jaq. I prithee, pretty youth, let me be better ac
Cel. It pleases him to call you so; but he hath a quainted with thee.
Rosalind of a better leer than you. Ros. They say you are a melancholy fellow.
Ros. Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in 3 Jaq. I am so: I do love it better than laughing.
-What Ros. Those that are in extremity of either are abo- holiday humour, and like enough to consent :minable fellows; and betray themselves to
would you say to me now, an I were your very very every modern
Rosalind ? censure, worse than drunkards.
Orl. I would kiss before I spoke.
Ros. Nay, you were better speak first; and when you Jaq. I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which
were gravelled for lack of matter, you might take occais emulation; nor the musician's
, which is fantastical; they will spit; and for lovers, lacking (God warn us!)
sion to kiss. Very good orators, when they are out, nor the courtier's
, which is proud; nor the soldier's, matter, the cleanliest shift is to kiss. which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, which is politic;
Orl. How if the kiss be denied ? nor the lady's, which is nice;“ nor the lover's, which is all these : but it is a melancholy of mine own, com
Ros. Then she puts you to entreaty, and there begins
new matter. pounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and, indeed, the sundry contemplation of my travels, | mistress ?
Orl. Who could be out, being before his beloved in which my often rumination wraps me in a most hu- Ros. Marry, that should you, if I were your mismorous sadness. Ros. A traveller! By my faith, you have great rea
tress; or I should think my honesty ranker than my
wit. son to be sad : I fear, you have sold your own lands, to see other men's; then, to have seen much, and to have
Orl. What, of my suit ? nothing, is to have rich eyes and poor hands.
Ros. Not out of your apparel, and yet out of your Jaq. Yes, I have gained my experience.
suit. Am not I your Rosalind ?
Orl. I take some joy to say you are, because I would Enter ORLANDO.
be talking of her. Ros. And your experience makes you sad : I had Ros. Well, in her person, I say, I will not have you. rather have a fool to make me merry, than experience
Orl. Then, in mine own person, I die. to make me sad; and to travel for it too.
Ros. No, faith, die by attorney. The poor world is Orl. Good day, and happiness, dear Rosalind ! almost six thousand years old, and in all this time there Jag. Nay, then, God be wi' you, an you talk in blank was not any man died in his own person, videlicet, in a
[Exit. love-cause. Troilus had his brains dashed out with a Ros. Farewell, monsieur traveller: Look you lisp Grecian club: yet he did what he could to die before, and wear strange suits; disableb all the benefits of your and he is one of the patterns of love. Leander, he own country; be out of love with your nativity, and would have lived many a fair year, though Hero had almost chide God for making you that countenance you turned nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer are; or I will scarce think you have swam in a gon- night: for, good youth, he went but forth to wash him dola.-Why, how now, Orlando! where have you been in the Hellespont, and, being taken with the cramp, was all this while ? You a lover ?-An you serve me such drowned; and the foolish chroniclers b of that age found another trick, never come in my sight more.
it was-Hero of Sestos. But these are all lies; men Orl. My fair Rosalind, I come within an hour of my have died from time to time, and worms have eaten promise.
them, but not for love. Ros. Break an hour's promise in love? He that will Orl. I would not have my right Rosalind of this divide a minute into a thousand parts, and break but a mind; for, I protest, her frown might kill me. part of the thousandth part of a minute in the aflairs of Ros. By this hand, it will not kill a fly: But, come, love, it may be said of him that Cupid hath clapped now I will be your Rosalind in a more coming-on dishim o' the shoulder, but I 'll warrant him heart-whole. position; and ask me what you will, I will grant it. Orl. Pardon me, dear Rosalind.
Orl. Then love me, Rosalind. Ros. Nay, an you be so tardy, come no more in my Ros. Yes, faith will I, Fridays, and Saturdays, anri all. sight; I had as lief be wooed of a snail.
Orl. And wilt thou have me? Orl. Of a snail?
Ros. Ay, and twenty such. Ros. Ay, of a snail; for though he comes slowly, he Orl. What say'st thou ? carries his house on his head; a better jointure, I think, Ros. Are you not good ? than you make a woman : Besides, he brings his destiny
Orl. I hope so. with him.
Ros. Why, then, can one desire too much of a great Orl. What's that?
thing ?-Come, sister, you shall be the priest, and marry Ros. Why, horns; which such as you are fain to be us.-Give me your hand, Orlando :-Wuat do you sa! behoiuen to your wives for: but he comes armed in his sister ? fortune, and prevents the slander of his wife.
Leer- feature. * Nicollected. • Disable-detract from.
b We must accept chroniclets in the sense of coroners,
Orl. Pray thee, marry us.
over your head, and show the world what the bird wath Cel. I cannot say the words.
done to her own nest. Ros. You must begin,- -“Will you, Orlando,"- Ros. O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that thou Cel
. Go to :—Will you, Orlando, have to wife this didst koow how many fathom deep I am in love! But Risalind!
it cannot be sounded; my affection hath an unknown Orl, I will.
bottom, like the bay of Portugal. Rcs. Ay, but when ?
Cel. Or rather, bottomless; that as fast as you pour Or! Why, now; as fast as she can marry us. affection in, it runs out. Ros. Then you must say,—“I take thee, Rosalind, Ros. No, that same wicked bastard of Venus, that for wife."
was begot of thought, conceived of spleen, and born of Orl. I take thee, Rosalind, for wife.
madness ; that blind rascally boy, that abuses every Ros. I might ask you for your commission; but,—I one's eyes, because his own are out, let him be judge do take thee, Orlando, for my husband : There 's a girl how Jeep I am in love :-I'll tell thee, Aliena, I cangoes before the priest : and, certainly, a woman's not be out of the sight of Orlando : I'll go find a shatwocht runs before her actions.
dow, and sigh till he come. Orl. So do all thoughts; they are winged.
Cel. And I 'll sleep.
[Exeunt. Ras. Now tell me, how long you would have her, after you have possessed her.
SCENE II.-Another part of the Forest. Orl For ever, and a day.
Ros. Say a day, without the ever: No, no, Orlando; Enter JAQUES and Lords, in the habit of Foresters. men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but the sky
Jaq. Which is he that killed the deer?
I Lord. Sir, it was I. changes when they are wives. I will be more jealous of the than a Barbary cock-pigeon over his hen; more
Jaq. Let 's present him to the duke, like a Roman clamorous than a parrot against rain ; more new-fangled conqueror; and it would do well to set the deer's horns fian an ape ; more giddy in my desires than a monkey: upon his head, for a branch of victory :-Have you no I will weep for nothing, like Diana in the fountain, and
song, forester, for this purpose ? I will do that when you are disposed to be merry; I
2 Lord. Yes, sir. will laugh like a hyen, and that when thou art inclined
Jaq. Sing it; 't is no matter how it be in tune, so it w sleen.
make noise enough. Orl. But will my Rosalind do so ?
SONG. Ros. By my life, she will do as I do.
1. What shall he have that kill'd the deer? Orl. O, but she is wise.
2. His leather skin, and horns to wear.
Take thou no scorn, to wear the horn; Roe. Or else she could not have the wit to do this:
It was a crestere thou wast born. the wiser, the waywarder : Make the doorsa upon a
1. Thy father's father wore it; woman's wit, and it will out at the casement; shut
2. And thy father bore it; that, and 't will out at the key-hole; stop that, 't will
The horn, the horn, the lusty horn, by with the smoke out at the chimney.
Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.
(Exeunt. Orl. A man that had a wife with such a wit, he might say,—“Wit, whither wilt ?"
SCENE III.- The Forest. Ros. Nay, you might keep that check for it, till you
Enter ROSALIND and CELIA. mnet your wife's wit going to your neighbour's bed.
Orl. And what wit could wit have to excuse that ? Ros. How say you now? Is it not past two o'clock ; Ror. Marry, to say—she came to seek you there. and here much Orlando ! » You shall never take her without her answer, unless you Cel. I warrant you, with pure love, and troubled take her witlwut her tongue. O, that woman that can- brain, he hath ta'en his bow and arrows, and is gone iwt make her fault her husband's occasion, let her never forth—to sleep: Look, who comes here. Dune her child herself, for she will breed it like a fool.
0rl. I must attend the duke at dinner ; by two My gentle Phebe did bid me give you this : o'clock I will be with thee again.
[Giving a letter Pos. Ay, go your ways, go your ways ;-I knew what I know not the contents ; but, as I
guess, you would prove; my friends told me as much, and I By the stern brow, and waspish action bought no less :—that flattering tongue of yours won
Which she did use as she was writing of it, me :—'t is but one cast away, and so,-come, death. It bears an angry tenor : pardon me, Two o'clock is your hour?
I am but as a guiltless messenger. Orl. Ay, sweet Rosalind.
Ros. Patience herself would startle at this letter, Ros. By my troth, and in good earnest, and so God | And play the swaggerer; bear this, bear all: mend me, and by all pretty oaths that are not dan- She says, I am not fair; that I lack manners; pates, if you break one jot of your promise, or come She calls me proud; and, that she could not love me e minute behind your hour, I will think you the most Were man as rare as phænix; Od 's my will! pathetical break-promise, and the most hollow lover, and Her love is not the hare that I do hunt. de mest unworthy of her you call Rosalind, that may Why writes she so to me ?–Well, shepherd, well, he chosen out of the gross band of the unfaithful: there. This is a letter of your own device. fure bevare my censure, and keep your promise.
Sil. No, I protest, I know not the contents; Orl. With no less religion than if thou wert indeed Phebe did write it. my Rosalind : So, adieu.
Come, come, you are a fool,
Cel. You have simply misused our sex in your love A freestone-colour'd hand; I verily did think
She has a huswife's band : but that 's no matter : svag fast the doors.
& Much Orlando-ironically, a great deal of Orlando
I say, she never did invent this letter ;
I pray you, tell it. This is a man's invention, and his hand.
Oli. When last the young Orlando parted from Sil. Sure, it is hers.
you, Ros. Why, 't is a boisterous and a cruel style, He left a promise to return again A style for challengers ; why, she defies me,
Within an hour; and, pacing through the forest, Like Turk to Christian : woman's gentle brain
Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy, Could not drop forth such giant rude invention,
Lo, what befel! he threw his eye aside, Such Ethiop words, blacker in their effect
And, mark, what object did present itself! Than in their countenance :-Will you hear the letter ? Under an old oak, whose boughs were moss d with Sil. So please you, for I never heard it yet;
age, Yet heard too much of Phebe's cruelty.
And high top bald with dry antiquity,
“Art thou god to shepherd turn'd. (Reads. Lay sleeping on his back : about his neck
A green and gilded snake had wreath'd itself,
Who with her head, nimble in threats, approach'd Sil. Call you this railing ?
The opening of his mouth; but suddenly
Seeing Orlando, it unlink'd itself,
And with indented glides did slip away
Into a bush : under which bush's shade
A lioness, with udders all drawn dry,
Lay couching, head on ground, with catlike watch, Meaning me a beast.
When that the sleeping man should stir ; for 't is
The royal disposition of that beast,
To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead;
This seen, Orlando did approach the man,
And found it was his brother, his elder brother.
Cel. 0, I have beard him speak of that same brother
And he did render a him the most unnatural
That liv'd 'mongst men.
And well he might so do,
For well I know he was unnatural,
Ros. But, to Orlando ;-Did he leave him there,
Food to the suck'd and hungry lioness?
Oli. Twice did he turn his back, and purpos d so: Sil. Call you this chiding?
But kindness, nobler ever than revenge, Cel. Alas, poor shepherd !
And nature, stronger than his just occasion, Ros. Do you pity him ? no, he deserves no pity.- Made him give battle to the lioness, Wilt thou love such a woman :—What, to make thee Who quickly fell before him; in which hurtling an instrument, and play false strains upon thee! not to From miserable slumber I awak’u. be endured !-Well, go your way to her, (for I
love Cel. Are you his brother ? hath made thee a tame snake,) and say this to her ;
Was it you he rescued ? That if she love me, I charge her to love thee : if she Cel. Was 't you that did so oft contrive to kill will not, I will never have her, unless thou entreat for
him? her. If you be a true lover, hence, and not a word; Oli. 'T was I; but 't is not I: I do not shame for here comes more company.
[Exit Silvius. To tell you what I was, since my conversion
So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am.
Ros. But, for the bloody napkin ?-
By and by. Where, in the purlieus of this forest, stands
When from the first to last, betwixt us two, A sheep-cote, fenc'd about with olive-trees ?
Tears our recountments had most kindly batha, Cel. West of this place, down in the neighbour As, how I came into that desert place;bottom,
In brief, he led me to the gentle duke,
Who gave me fresh array and entertainment,
Who led me instantly unto his cave,
There stripp'd himself, and here upon his arm Oli. If that an eye may profit by a tongue,
The lioness had torn some flesh away, Then should I know you by description;
Which all this while had bled ; and now be fainted, Such garments, and such years : “The boy is fair, And cried, in fainting, upon Rosalind Of female favour, and bestows himself
Brief, I recover'd him; bound up his wound; Like a ripe sister : the woman low,
And, after some small space, being strong at heart, And browner than her brother.” Are not you
He sent me hither, stranger as I am,
To tell this story, that you might excuse
Oli, Orlando doth commend him to you both; Dyed in this blood, unto the shepherd youth
That he in sport doth call his Rosalind. He sends this bloody napkin; Are you he?
Cel. Why, how now, Ganymede ? sweet Ganymede ? Ros. I am: what must we understand by this ?
(ROSALIND faints. Oli. Some of my shame; if you will know of me Oli. Many will swoon when they do look What man I am, and how, and why, and where
Slood. This handkercher was stain'd.
Cel. There is more in it:-Cousin-Ganymede! * Vengeanco--mischief. 6 Kind-kindly afections, A Render-represent • Make--make up.
b Jrst occasion such reasonable ground as might here op left on your right hand-being, as you pass jeft.
amply justitied, or given just occasion for, abandoning him.
0. Look, he recovers.
Ros. Counterfeit, I assure you.
Oli. Well, then, take a good heart, and counterfeit Cel. We'll lead you thither :
to be a man. I pray you, will you take him by the arm?
Ros. So I do: but, i' faith, I should have been a Oli. Be of good cheer, youth :-You a man? woman by right. You lack a man's heart,
Cel. Come, you look paler and paler; pray you, Ros. I do so, I confess it. Ah, sirra, a borly would draw homewards :-Good sir, go with us. think this was well counterfeited : I pray you, tell your Oli. That will I, for I must bear answer back brother how well I counterfeited.—Heigh ho!
How you excuse my brother, Rosalind. Oxi. This was not counterfeit; there is too great tes
Ros. I shall devise something: But, I pray you, timany in your complexion, that it was a passion of commend my counterfeiting to himn :-Will you go ? emet.
SCENE 1.- The same.
thou perishest; or, to thy better understanding, diest ; Enter TouchsTONE and Audrey.
or to wit, I kill thee, make thee away, translate thy lite
into death, thy liberty into bondage: I will deal in Touch. We shall find a time, Audrey ; patience, poison with thee, or in bastinado, or in steel; I wili gentle Audrey.
bandy with thee in faction; I will o'errun thee with Aud. 'Faith, the priest was good enough, for all the policy; I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways; old gentleman's saying.
therefore tremble, and depart. Touch. A most wicked sir Oliver, Audrey, a most Aud. Do, good William. vile Martext. But, Audrey, there is a youth here in Will. God rest you merry, sir.
[Exit. the forest lays claim to you.
Enter Corin. Aud. Ay, I know who 't is; he bath no interest in me in the world : here comes the man you mean.
Cor. Our master and mistress seeks you ; come,
away, away. Enter WILLIAM.
Touch. Trip, Audrey, trip), Audrey ;-I attend, I Touch. It is meat and drink to me to see a clown : attend.
(Exeunt. By my troth, we that have good wits have much to answer for; we shall be flouting; we cannot hold.
SCENE II.-The same.
Enter ORLANDO and OLIVER.
Orl. Is 't possible, that on so little acquaintance you Torch. Good even, gentle friend : Cover thy head, should like her that, but seeing, you should love her ? cover thy head; nay, prithee, be covered. How old and, loving, woo? and, wooing, she should grant ? and are you, friend?
will you persever to enjoy her ? Will. Five-and-twenty, sir.
oli. Neither call the gidiliness of it in question, the Touch. A ripe age: Is thy name William ? poverty of her, the small acquaintance, my sudden Will. William, sir.
wooing, nor her sudden consenting ; but say with me, Touch. A fair name : Wast born i' the forest here? I love Aliena; say with her, that she loves me; conWill. Ay, sir, I thank God.
sent with both, that we may enjoy each other : it shall Touch. Thank God !-a good answer : Art rich? be to your good; for my father's house, and all the Will Faith, sir, so so.
revenue that was old sir Rowland's, will I estatea upon Touch. So so is good, very good, very excellent you, and here live and die a shepherd. good: and yet it is not; it is but 80 so. Art thou wise?
Enter Rosalind. Will. Ay, sir, I have a pretty wit.
Orl. You have my consent. Let your wedding be Touch. Why, thou say'st well. I do now remember to-morrow : thither will I invite the duke, and all his a saying; “ The fool doth think he is wise, but the contented followers : Go you, and prepare Aliena ; for, wise man knows himself to be a fool.” The heathen look you, bere comes my Rosalind. pailusopher, when he had a desire to eat a grape, would Ros. God save you, brother. upen his lips when he put it into his mouth ; meaning Oli. And you, fair sister. thereby, that grapes were made to eat, and lips to open. Ros. O, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to see You do love this maid?
thee wear thy heart in a scarf! Will. I do, sir.
Orl. It is my arm. Touck. Give me your hand : Art thou learned ? Ros. I thought thy heart had been wounded with Will. No, sir.
the claws of a lion. Touch. Then leam this of me; To have, is to have: Orl. Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady. For it is a figure in rhetoric, that drink, being poured Ros. Did your brother tell you how I counterfeited out of a cup into a glass, by filling the one doth empty to sound, when he showed me your handkercher ? the other : For all your writers do consent," that ipse is Ori. Ay, and greater wonders than that. he; now you are not ipse, for I am he.
Ros. O, I know where you are :-Nay, 't is true : will. Which he, sir ?
there was never anything so sudden, but the fight of two Touch. He, sir, that must marry this woman: There- rams, and Cæsar's thrasonical brag of—“I came, saw, Bre, yon, clown, abandon, which is in the vulgar, leave, and overcame :” For your brother and my sister no tbe society, which in the boorish is, company, of this sooner met, but they looked; no sooner looked, but they fernale, which in the common is, woman, which toge loved; no sooner loved, but they sighed ; no sooner der is, abandon the society of this female; or, clown, sighieri, but they asked one another the reason; no - Consent-concur.
sooner knew the reason, but they sought the remedy : Orl. To her, that is not here, nor doth not near. and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to Ros. Pray you, no inore of this; it is like the howl. marriage, which they will climb incontinent,a or else be ing of Irish wolves against the moon.—1 will help you, incontinent before marriage : they are in the very [to Silvius) if I can:-I would love you, (to PHELE wrath of love, and they will together; clubs cannot if I could.-To-morrow meet me all together.— I will
marry you, (to Puebe] it ever I marry woman, and Orl. They shall be married to-morrow ; and I will I 'll be married to-morrow :- I will satisfy you, (to bid the duke to the nuptial. But, o, how bitter a ORLANDO) if ever I satisfied man, and you shall be thing it is to look into happiness through another man's married to-morrow :- I will content you, (to Silvits] eyes! By so much the more shall I to-morrow be at if what pleases you contents you, and you shall be marthe height of heart-heaviness, by how much I shall ried to-morrow.-As you [to ORLANDO) love Rosalind, think my brother happy, in having what he wishes for. meet ;-as you (to Silvius] love Phebe, meet; And as
Ros. Why, then, to-morrow I cannot serve your turn I love no woman, I'll meet.-So, fare you well; I hart for Rosalind ?
left you commands. Orl. I can live no longer by thinking.
Sil. I 'll not fail, if I live. Ros. I will weary you no longer then with idle talk- Phe.
Nor I. ing. Know of me then, (for now I speak to some pur
Nor I. (Exeunt. pose,) that I know you are a gentleman of good conceit: I speak not this that you should bear a good opinion of
SCENE III.-The same. my knowledge, insomuch, I say, I know you are; nei
Enter Touchstone and AUDREY. ther do I labour for a greater esteem than may in some little measure draw a belief from you, to do yourself Touch. To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey; togood, and not to grace me. Believe, then, if you please, morrow will we be married. that I can do strange things: I have, since I was three Aud. I do desire it with all my heart : and I hope it year old, conversed with a magician, most profound in is no dishonest desire, to desire to be a woman of the his art, and yet not damnable. If you do love Rosa- world." Here comes two of the banished duke's pages. lind so near the heart as your gesture cries it out, when
Enter two Pages. your brother marries Aliena shall you marry her: I know into what straits of fortune she is driven; and it is 1 Page. Well met, honest gentleman. not impossible to me, if it appear not inconvenient to Touch. By my troth, well met : Come, sit, sit, and you, to set her before your eyes to-morrow, human as she
a song. is, and without any danger.
2 Page. We are for you : sit i' the middle. Orl. Speakest thou in sober meanings ?
1 Page. Shall we clap into 't roundly, without Ros. By my life I do; which I tender dearly, though hawking, or spitting, or saying we are hoarse ; which I say I am a magician : Therefore, put you in your are the only prologues to a bad voice? best array, bid your friends ; for if you will be married 2 Page. I' faith, i' faith ; and both in a tune, like to-morrow, you shall; and to Rosalind, if you will. two gipsies on a horse. Enter Silvius and Prebe.
It was a lover, and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey ponino,
That o'er the green corn field did pass, Ros. I care not if I have: it is my study
In spring time, the only pretty ring time, To seem despiteful and ungentle to you:
When birds do siny, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring. You are there follow'd by a faithful shepherd;
II. Look upon him, love him; he worships you.
And therefore take the present time, Phe. Good shepherd, tell this youth what 't is to love.
With a tey, and a ho, and a hey nonino; Sil. It is to be all made of sighs and tears ;
For love is crowned with the prime
In spring time, &c.
Between the acies of the rye,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, Sil. It is to be all made of faith and service;
These pretty country folks would lie,
In spring time. &c.
This carol they began that hour,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, Ros. And I for no woman.
How that a life was but a lower
In spricg time, &c.
Touch. Truly, young gentlemen, though there wii
no great matter in the ditty, yet the note was very w.All humbleness, all patience, and impatience,
tuneable. All purity, all trial, all observance; And so am I for Phebe.
1 Page. You are deceived, sir; we kept time, wel ?
not our time. Phe. And so am I for Ganymede. Orl. And so am I for Rosalind.
Touch. By my troth, yes; I count it but time is
to hear such a foolish song. God be with you; and (ra Ros. And so am I for no woman. Phe. If this be so, why blame you mne to love you?
mend your voices! Come, Audrey,
[Ereier [To Ros.
SCENE IV.-Another part of the Forest. Sil. If this be so, why blame you me to love you?
Enter Duke senior, AMIENS, JAQUES, ORLANDO Orl. If this be so, why blame you me to love you?
OLIVER, and CELIA. Ros Who do you speak to,“ why blame you me to Duke S. Dost thou believe, Orlando, that the boy love you ?"
Can do all this that he hath promised ! * Incimtineni-immediately
& To be married.