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come, death.

Ros. By this hand, it will not kill a fly: But Orl. I must attend the duke at dinner ; by two come, now I will be your Rosalind in a more o'clock I will be with thee again. coming-on disposition ; and ask me what you will, Ros. Ay, go your ways, go your ways; - I know I will grant it.


you would prove; my friends told me as much, Orl. Then love me, Rosalind.

and I thought no less: — that flattering tongue of Ros. Yes, faith will I, Fridays, and Saturdays, yours won me : —'tis but one cast away, and so, and all.

- Two o'clock is your hour? Orl. And wilt thou have me?

Orl. Ay, sweet Rosalind. Ros. Ay, and twenty such.

Ros. By my troth, and in good earnest, and so Orl. What say'st thou ?

God mend ine, and by all pretty oaths that are not Ros. Are you not good ?

dangerous, if you break one jot of your promise, Orl. I hope so.

or come one minute behind your hour, I will think Ros. Why then, can one desire too much of a

you the most pathetical break-promise, and the good thing ? - Come, sister, you shall be the priest, most hollow lover, and the most unworthy of her and marry us. — Give me your hand, Orlando : you call Rosalind, that may be chosen out of the What do you say, sister?

gross band of the unfaithful: therefore beware my Orl. Pray thee, marry us.

censure, and keep your promise. Cel. I cannot say the words.

Orl. With no less religion, than if thou wert Ros. You must begin, Will you, Orlando, indeed

Rosalind :

; So, adieu. Cel. Go to : Will you, Orlando, have to wife Ros. Well, time is the old justice that examines this Rosalind ?

all such offenders, and let time try: Adieu ! Orl. I will.

[Exit ORLANDO Ros. Ay, but when ?

Cel. You have simply misus'd our sex in your Orl. Why now; as fast as she can marry us. love-prate : we must have your doublet and hose

Ros. Then you must say, - I take thee, Rosalind, plucked over your head, and show the world what for wife.

the bird hath done to her own nest. Ori. I take thee, Rosalind, for wife.

Ros. O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that Ros. I might ask you for your commission; but, thou didst know how many fathom deep I am in - I do take thee, Orlando, for my husband: There love! But it cannot be sounded; my affection hath a girl goes before the priest; and, certainly, a wo- an unknown bottom, like the bay of Portugal. man's thought runs before her actions.

Cel. Or, rather, bottomless; that as fast as you Orl. So do all thoughts; they are winged. pour affection in, it runs out.

Ros. Now tell me, how long you would have her, Ros. No, that same wicked bastard of Venus. after you have possessed her.

that was begot of thought, conceived of spleen Orl. For ever, and a day.

and born of madness; that blind rascally boy, that Ros. Say a day, without the ever : No, no, Or- abuses every one's eyes, because his own are out, lando ; men are April when they woo, December let him be judge, how deep I am in love: - I'll tel! when they wed: maids are May when they are thee, Aliena, I cannot be out of the sight of Or. maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. I lando: I'll go find a shadow, and sigh till he come. will be more jealous of thee than a Barbary cock- Cel. And I'll sleep.

[Exeunt. pigeon over his hen; more clamorous than a parrot against rain ; more new-fangled than an ape; more

SCENE II. - Another part of the Forest. giddy in my desires than a monkey: I will weep

Enter JAQUES and Lords, in the habit of Foresters, for nothing, like Diana in the fountain, and I will do that when you are disposed to be merry ; I will Jaq. Which is he that killed the deer ? laugh like a hye.., and that when thou art inclined 1 Lord. Sir, it was I. to sleep.

Jaq. Let's present him to the duke, like a Ro. Orl. But will my Rosalind do so ?

man conqueror; and it would do well to set the Ros. By my life, she will do as I do.

deer's horns upon his head, for a branch of victory Orl, 0, but she is wise.

- Have you no song, forester, for this purpose ? Ros. Or else she could not have the wit to do 2 Lord. Yes, sir. this : the wiser, the waywarder : Make the doors Jaq. Sing it ; 'tis no matter how it be in tune, se upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the case- it make noise enough. ment; shut that, and 'twill out at the key-hole; stop that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney.

Orl. A man that had a wife with such a wit, he 1. What shall he have, that kil'd the deer
might say,
Wit, whither will ?

2. His leather skin, and horne to wear. Ros. Nay, you might keep that check for it, till

1. Then sing him homs : you met your wife's wit going to your neighbour's

Take thou no scorn, to wear the horn ; S bed.

It was a crest ere thou wast born. Orl. And what wit could wit have to excuse that ?

1. Thy father's father wore it ; Ros. Marry, to say, -she came to seek you


2. And thy father bore it :' You shall never take her without her answer, unless | All. The horn, the horn, the lusty horn you take her without her tongue. O, that woman Is not a thing to laugh to scorn. [Ereunt. that cannot make her fault her husband's occasion, let her never nurse her child herself, for she will

SCENE III. - The Forest. breed it like a fool.

Enter Rosalind and Celia, Orl. For these two hours, Rosalind, I will leave thee.

Ros. How say you now? Is it not past two Rus. Alas, dear love, I cannot lack thee two hours.

o'clock? And here much Orlando!

The art shal bear this bur den


Are not you

Cel. I warrant you, with pure love, and troubled

Or else by him my love deny, brain, he hath ta'en his bow and arrows, and is gone

And then I'll study how to du. forth — to sleep : Look, who comes here.

Si. Call you this chiding?

Cel. Alas, poor shepherd !

Ros. Do you pity him? no, he deserves no pity, Si. My errand is to you, fair youth ;.

Wilt thou love such a woman ? - What, to make My gentle Phebe bid me give you this :

thee an instrument, and play false strains upon thee! [Giving a letter.

not to be endured! – Well, go your way to her, (for I know not the contents; but, as I guess,

I see, love hath made thee tame snake,) and say By the stern brow, and waspish action

this to her ; That if she love me, I charge her to Which she did use as she was writing of it,

love thee: if she will not, I will never have her, It bears an angry tenor: pardon me,

unless thou entreat for her. - If you be a true lover, I am but as a guiltless messenger.

hence, and not a word; for here comes more comRos. Patience herself would startle at this letter,


(Exit Silvius. 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

Oli. Good-morrow, fair ones : Pray you, if you

know Were man as rare as Phænix ; Od's my will ! Where, in the purlieus of this forest, stands Her love is not the hare that I do hunt :

A sheep-cote, fenc'd about with olive-trees ? Why writes she so to me ? — Well, shepherd, well, Cel. West of this place, down in the neighbour This is a letter of your own device.

bottom, Su. No, I protest, I know not the contents;

The rank of osiers, by the murmuring stream, Phebe did write it.

Left on your right hand, brings you to the place : Ros.

Come, come, you are a fool, But at this hour the house doth keep itself, And turn'd into the extremity of love.

There's none within. I saw her hand : she has a leathern hand,

Oli. If that an eye may profit by a tongue, A freestone-colour'd hand; I verily did think

Then I should know you by description ; That her old gloves were on, but 'twas her hands; Such garments, and such years: The boy is fair, She has a huswife's hand: but that's no matter : Of female favour, and bestows himself I say, she never did invent this letter :

Like a ripe sister : but the woman low, This is a man's invention, and his hand.

And browner than her brother. SI. Sure, it is hers.

The owner of the house I did inquire for ? Ros. Why, 'tis a boisterous and a cruel style, Cel. It is no boast, being ask'd, to say, we are. A style for challengers; why, she defies me,

Oli. Orlando doth commend him to you both; Like Turk to Christian : woman's gentle brain And to that youth, he calls his Rosalind, Could not drop forth such giant-rude invention, He sends this bloody napkin ; Are you he? Such Ethiop words, blacker in their effect

Ros. I am : what must we understand by this? Than in their countenance : - Will you hear the Oli. Some of my shame ; if you will know of me letter?

What man I am, and how, and why, and where Sil. So please you, for I never heard it yet ;

This handkerchief was stain'd. Yet heard too much of Phebe's cruelty.


I pray you, tell it. Ros. She Phebes me : Mark how the tyrant

Oli. When last the young Orlando parted from writes.


He left a promise to return again
Art thou god to shepherd turn'd, [Reads. Within an hour; and, pacing through the forest,
That a maiden's heart hath burn'a ??

Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy,
Can a woman rail thus ?

Lo, what befel! he threw his eye aside, Si. Call you this railing ?

And, mark, what object did present itself!

Under an oak, whose boughs were moss'd with age, Ros. Why, thy godhead laid apart,

And high top bald with dry antiquity,
Warr'st thou with a woman's heart?

A wretched ragged man, o'ergrown with hair, Did you ever hear such railing ?.

Lay sleeping on his back : about his neck

A green and gilded snake had wreath'd itself, Whiles the eye of man did woo me,

Who with her head, nimble in threats, approach'd That could do no vengeance to me. — The opening of his mouth; but suddenly Meaning me a beast.

Seing Orlando, it unlink'd itself,

And with indented glides did slip away
If the scorn of your bright eyne

Into a bush : under which bush's shade
Have power to raise such love in mire, A lioness, with udders all drawn dry,
Alack, in me what strange effect

Lay couching, head on ground, with cat-like watch,
Would they work in mild aspect ?

When that the sleeping man should stir, for 'tis
Whiles you chid me, I did love ;

The royal disposition of that beast,
How then might your prayers move ? To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead :
He, that brings this love to thee,

This seen, Orlando did approach the man,
Little knows this love in me :

And found it was his brother, his elder brother.
And by him seal up thy mind;

Cel. O, I have heard him speak of that same Whether that thy youth and kind

brother ; Will the faithful offer take

And he did render him the most unnatural of me, and all that I can make ;

That liv'd ʼmongst men.


And we!! he might so do, | His broken promise, and to give this napkin, For well I know he was unnatural.

Dy'd in this blood, unto the shepherd youth Ros. But, to Orlando ; — Did he leave him there, That he in sport doth call his Rosalind. Food to the suck'd and hungry lioness?

Cel. Why, how now, Ganymede? sweet GanyOli. Twice did he turn his back, and purpos'd so:

mede ?

(Rosalind faints. But kindness, nobler ever than revenge,

Oli. Many will swoon when they do look on blood. And nature, stronger than his just occasion,

Cel. There is more in it :- Cousin Ganymede! Made him give battle to the lioness,

Oli. Look, he recovers. Who quickly fell before him; in which hurtling Ros.

I would, I were at home. From miserable slumber I awak'd.

Cel. We'll lead you thither : -Cel. Are you his brother?

I pray you, will you take him by the arm ? Ros.

Was it you he rescued ? Oli. Be of good cheer, youth: – You a man? Cel. Was't you that did so oft contrive to kill him? You lack a man's heart.

Oli. Twas I ; but 'tis not I: I do not shame Ros. I do so, I confess it. Ah, sir, a body would To tell you what I was, since my conversion think this was well counterfeited : I pray you, tell So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am.

your brother how well I counterfeited. — Heigh Ros. But, for the bloody napkin ?

ho! Ol.

By, and by. Oli. This was not counterfeit; there is too great When from the first to last, betwixt us two,

testimony in your complexion, that it was a passion Tears our recountments had most kindly bath’d, of earnest. As, how I came into that desert place ;

Ros. Counterfeit, I assure you. In brief, he led me to the gentle duke,

Oli. Well then, take a good heart, and counterWho gave me fresh array, and entertainment, feit to be a man. Committing me unto my brother's love ;

Ros. So I do: but i'faith I should have been a Who led me instantly unto his cave,

woman by right. There stripp'd himself, and here upon his arm

Cel. Come, you look paler and paler; pray you, The lioness had torn some flesh away,

draw homewards : - Good sir, go with us. Which all this while had bled; and now he fainted, Oli. That will I, for I must bear answer back And cry'd, in fainting, upon Rosalind.

How you excuse my brother, Rosalind. Brief, I recover'd him; bound up his wound; Ros. I shall devise something: But, I pray you, And, after some small space, being strong at heart, commend my counterfeiting to him.

Will you go? He sent me hither, stranger as I am,

(Exeuni. To tell this story, that you might excuse


SCENE I. - The same.

Touch. So, so, is good, very good, very excellent

good: -and yet it is not; it is but so so. Art thou Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY.

wise? Touch. We shall find a time, Audrey; patience, Will. Ay, sir, I have a pretty wit. gentle Audrey.

Touch. Why, thou say'st well. I do now reAud. ’Faith, the priest was good enough, for all member a saying ; The fool doth think he is uise, the old gentleman's saying.

but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. The Touch. A most wicked sir Oliver, Audrey, a most heathen philosopher, when he had a desire to eat a vile Mar-text. But, Audrey, there is a youth here grape, would open his lips when he put it into his in the forest lays claim to you.

mouth; meaning thereby, that grapes were made Aud. Ay, I know who 'tis; he hath no interest in to eat, and lips to open. You do love this maid ? me in the world : here comes the man you mean. Will. I do, sir.

Touch. Give me your hand : Art thou learned ? Enter WILLIAM.

Will. No, sir. Touch. It is meat and drink to me to see a clown: Touch. Then learn this of me; To have, is to By my troth, we that have good wits, have much to have : For it is a figure in rhetorick, that drink, answer for ; we shall be flouting; we cannot hold. being poured out of a cup into a glass, by filling Will. Good even, Audrey,

the one doth empty the other: For all your writers Aud. God ye good even, William.

do consent, that ipse is he; now you are not ipse, Will. And good even to you, sir.

for I am he. Touch. Good even, gentle friend : Cover thy Will. Which he, sir ? head, cover thy head ; nay, pr’ythee, be covered. Touch. He, sir, that must marry this woman : How old are you, friend ?

Therefore, you clown, abandon, - which is in the JVill. Five and twenty, sir.

vulgar, leave, — the society, which in the boorish Touch. A ripe age : Is thy name William ? is company, — of this female, - which in the comIliu. Williamn, sir.

mon is, woman, which together is, abandon the Touch. A fair name: Wast born i' the forest society of this female; or clown, thou perishest; or, here?

to thy better understanding, diest ; to wit, I kill Will. Ay, sir, I thank God.

thee, make thee away, translate thy life into death, Touch. Thank God;

; - a good answer : Art rich? thy liberty into bondage : I will deal in poison with Ilill. 'Faith, sir, so, so.

thee, or in bastinado, or in steel; I will bandy with

for my

thee in faction; I will o'er-run thee with policy; I some purpose,) that I know you are a gentleman of will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways; therefore good conceit: I speak not this, that you should tremble, and depart.

bear a good opinion of my knowledge, insomuch, I Aud. Do, good William.

say, I know you are ; neither do I labour for a Will. God rest you merry, sir.


greater esteem than may in some little measure Enter Corin,

draw belief from you, to do yourself good, and Cor. Our master and mistress seek you ; come,

not to grace me. Believe then, if you please, that

I can do strange things: I have, since I was three away, away.

Touch. "Trip, Audrey, trip, Audrey; – I attend, years old, conversed with a magician, most profound I attend.

in this art, and not yet damnable. If you do love

[Ereunt. Rosalind so near the heart as your gesture cries it SCENE II. – The same.

out, when your brother marries Aliena, shall you

marry her :- I know into what straits of fortune Enter ORLANDO and OLIVER.

she is driven ; and it is not impossible to me, if it Orl. Is't possible, that on so little acquaintance appear not inconvenient to you, to set her before you should like her? that, but seeing, you should your eyes to-morrow, human as she is, and without love her? and, loving, woo? and, wooing, she any danger. should grant ? and will you perséver to enjoy her ?

Orl. Speakest thou in sober meanings ? Oli. Neither call the giddiness of it in question, Ros. By my life, I do; which I tender dearly, the poverty of her, the small acquaintance, my though I say I ain a magician: Therefore, put you sudden wooing, nor her sudden consenting; but

in your best bid

array, your friends; for if you will with me, I love Aliena ; say, with her, that she be married to-morrow, you shall; and to Rosalind, loves me; consent with both, that we may enjoy if you will. each other; it shall be to your good ;


Enter Silvius and Phebe. bouse, and all the revenue that was old sir Rowland's, will I estate upon you, and here live and die Look, here comes a lover of mine, and a lover of a shepherd.


Phe. Youth, you ha re done me much ungentleness, Enter RoSALIND.

To show the letter that I writ to you. Orl. You have my consent. Let your wedding Ros. I care not, if I have : it is my study, be to-morrow : thither will I invite the duke, and To seem despiteful and ungentle to you: all his contented followers : Go you, and prevare You are there follow'd by a faithful shepherd; Aliena : for, look you, here comes my Rosalind. Look upon him, love him; he worships you. Ros. God save you, brother.

Phe. Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to Oli. And you, fair sister.

love. Ros. O, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to Sil. It is to be all made of sighs and tears ; see thee wear thy heart in a scarf.

And so am I for Phebe. Orl. It is my arm.

Phe. And I for Ganymede Ros. I thought, thy heart had been wounded with Orl. And I for Rosalind. the claws of a lion.

Ros. And I for no woman. Orl. Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady. Sil. It is to be all made of faith and service ;

Ros. Did your brother tell you how I cow .er- And so am I for Phebe. feited to swoon, when he show'd me your har uker- Phe. And I for Ganymede. chief?

Orl. And I for Rosalind. Orl. Ay, and greater wonders than that.

Ros. And I for no woman. Ros. O, I know where you are: - Nay, 'tis true: Si. It is to be all made of fantasy, there was never any thing so sudden, but the fight | All made of passion, and all made of wishes; of two rams, and Cæsar's thrasomval brag of - I All adoration, duty, and observance, came, saw, and overcame : For your brother and All humbleness, all patience, and impatience, my sister no sooner met, but they looked; no sooner All purity, all trial, all observance; looked, but they loved; no sooner loved, but they And so am I for Phebe. sighed; no sooner sighed, but they asked one ano- Phe. And so am I for Ganymede. ther the reason; no sooner knew the reason, but Orl. And so am I for Rosalind. they sought the remedy: and in these degrees have Ros. And so am I for no woman. they made a pair of stairs to marriage, which they Phe. If this be so, why blame you me to love will climb incontinent, or else be incontinent before

[To Rosalind. marriage : they are in the very wrath of love, and Si. If this be so, why blame you me to love you? they will together; clubs cannot part them.

[To Prebe. Orl. They shall be married to-morrow; and I will Orl. If this be so, why blame you me to love you? bid the duke to the nuptial. But 0, how bitter a Ros. Who do you speak to, why blame you me to thing it is to look into happiness through another

love you ? man's eyes! By so much the more shall I to-mor- Orl. To her that is not here, nor doth not hear. row be at the height of heart-heaviness, by how Ros. Pray you, no more of this; 'tis like the much I shall think my brother happy, in having what howling of Irish wolves against the moon. — I will he wishes for.

help you, (to SilvIUS) if I can :- I would love you, Ros. Why then, to-morrow I cannot serve your [to Phere) if I could. — To-morrow meet me all turn for Rosalind ?

together. – I will marry you, {to PHEBE) if ever I Orl. I can live no longer by thinking.

marry woman, and I'll be married to-morrow : -Ros. I will weary you no longer then with idle will satisfy you, (to ORLANDO) if ever I satisfied talking. Know of me then (for now I speak to man,


shall be married to-morrow :- I will you

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content you, (to Suvius] if what pleases you con- Orl. I sometimes do believe, and sometiines do not; terts you, and you shall be married to-morrow. As those that fear they hope, and know they fear. As you (to ORLANDO love Rosalind, meet; -as

Enter Rosalind, Silvius, and PREBE. you (to Silvius) love Phebe, meet; And as I love no woman, I'll meet. — So, fare you well; I have Ros. Patience once more, whiles our compact is left you commands.

urg'd : Sil. I'll not fail, if I live.

You say, if I bring in your Rosalind,
Nor I.

[ To the Duke. Orl.

Nor I.

You will bestow her on Orlando here?

Ereunt. Duke $. That would I, had I kingdoms to give
The same.

with her.

Ros. And you say you will have her, when Enter TouchSTONE and AUDREY.

bring her?

[To ORLANDO. Touch. To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey ; Orl. That would I, were I of all kingdoms king. to-morrow will we be married.

Ros. You say, you'll marry me, if I be willing? Aud. I do desire it with all my heart: and I hope

[T. PHEBE. it is no dishonest desire, to desire to be a woman of Phe. That will I, should I die the hour after, the world. Here comes two of the banished duke's

Ros. But, if you do refuse to marry me, pages.

You'll give yourself to this most faithful shepherd ? Enter two Pages.

Phe. So is the bargain. 1 Page. Well met, honest gentleman.

Ros. You say, that you'll have Phebe, if she will ? Touch. By my troth, well met : Come, sit, sit,

(To Silvius.

Si. Though to have her and death were both one 2 Page. We are for you: sit i'the middle.

thing. 1 Page. Shall we clap into't roundly, without Ros. I have promis'd to make all this matter hawking, or spitting, or saying we are hoarse ; which are the only prologues to bad voice?

Keep you your word, O duke, 10 give your 2 Page. l'faith. 'faith; and both in a tune, like

daughter; two gypsies on a horse.

You yours, Orlando, to receive his daughter :

Keep your word, Phebe, that you'll marry me;

Or else, refusing me to wed this shepherd :-

Keep your word, Silvius, that you'll marry her, It was a lover and his lass,

If she refuse me :-- and from hence I go,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,

To make these doubts all even.
That o'er the green corn-field did

[Exeunt Rosalind and Cella. In the spring time, the only pretty rank time,

Duke $. I do remember in this shepherd-boy When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding :

Some lively touches of my daughter's favour. Sweet lovers love the spring.

Orl. My lord, the first time that I ever saw him, II.

Methought he was a brother to your daughter :

But, my good lord, this boy is forest-born;
Between the acres of the rye,

And hath been tutor'd in the rudiments
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,

Of many desperate studies by his uncle,
These pretty country folks would lie,

Whom he reports to be a great magician,
In spring time, fc.

Obscured in the circle of this forest.
This carol they began that hour,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,

Jaq. There is, sure, another flood toward, and How that a life was but a flower

these couples are com

to the ark! Here comes a In spring time, &c.

pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are IV.

called fools.

Touch. Salutation and greeting to you all! And therefore take the present time,

Jaq. Good my lord, bid him welcome; This is With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino ; the motley-minded gentleman, that I have so often For love is crowned with the prime

met in the forest: he hath been a courtier he In spring time, &c.

swears. Touch. Truly, young gentlemen, though there Touch. If any man doubt that, let him put me was no greater matter in the ditty, yet the note was to my purgation. I have trod a measure; I have very untuneable.

flattered a lady; I have been politick with my i Page. You are deceived, sir ; we kept time, we friend, smooth with mine enemy; I have undone lost not our time.

three tailors; I have had four quarrels, and like to Touch. By my troth, yes; I count it but time have fought one. lost to hear such a foolish song. God be with you; Jaq. And how was that ta'en up? and God mend your voices ! Come, Audrey.

Touch. Faith, we met, and found the quarrel

[Ereunt. was upon the seventh cause. SCENE IV. - Another Part of the Forest.

Jaq. How seventh cause ? Good my lord, like

this fellow, Enter Duke Senior, AMIENS, JAQUES, ORLANDO, Duke S. I like him


well. OLIVER, and Celia.

Touch. God'ild you, sir; I desire you of the Duke S. Dost thou believe, Orlando, that the boy like. I press in here, sir, amongst the rest of the Can do all this that he hath promised?

country copulatives, to swear, and to forswear.

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