:_// •r- I; ^v:y-' / 'r fc tE ji Ml i fed *fc a r- -^ix^ *k.r LIBRARY OF CONGRESS DDDDHEbTSSA * >ECORATED BY WILL H.LOW HIPT[F^®^l?^^UCfWK11 LIBRARY OF CONGRESS. Chap. Copyright No. UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. mom m toi " Ay, now am I in Arden ; the more fool I. f&ffl 1 Ui;_ T7Ya,eo3 64<;:J2 THE UNIVERSITY PRESS TO FRANK J. HECKER, ESQ. ¥ A book of Shakespeare's time was not complete without an inscription to a noble patron of the arts and letters* This little book has slight resemblance to the ponderous folios of the Eliza- bethan period, but it still remains a pleasant custom of the book-maker to place the name of a friend on a dedica- tory page. Following this good custom permit me to place your name here and inscribe to you my work in this book. October, 1899 "WlLL H. LOW mi DRAMATIS PERSONAE. DUKE, living in banishment, FREDERICK, his brother, and usurper of his do- minions, TAOUES ' I ^ or ^ s a ^ en ^ n 9 on ti e banished Duke, LE BEAU, a courtier attending upon Frederick, CHARLES, wrestler to Frederick, Oliver, J JAQUES, r sons of Sir Rowland de Boys, Orlando,^ t-v^,™ ' c servants to Oliver, Dennis, j Touchstone, a down. Sir Oliver Martext, a vicar, If with myself I hold intelligence, Or have acquaintance with mine own desires ; If that I do not dream, or be not frantic, — As 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, They are as innocent as grace itself : Let it suffice thee that I trust thee not. Rosalind. 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. Rosalind. So was I when your Highness took his dukedom ; So was I when your Highness banish'd 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 : Then, good my liege, mistake me not so much To think my poverty is treacherous. Celia. Dear sovereign, hear me speak. Duke Frederick. Ay, Celia ; we stay'd her for your sake, Else had she with her father ranged along. Celia. I did not then entreat to have her stay; 22 h? 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, Rose at an instant, learn'd, play'd, eat together, And wheresoever 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 Speak 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 Which I have pass'd upon her; she is banish'd. Celia. 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 honour, And in the greatness of my word, you die. Exeunt DUKE FREDERICK and LORDS. Celisu O my poor Rosalind, whither wilt thou go ? Wilt thou change fathers ? I will give thee ; 1 mine. 23 I charge thee, be not thou more grieved than I am. Rosalind. I have more cause. Celia. Thou hast not, cousin ; Prithee, be cheerful : know'st thou not, the Duke Hath banished me, his daughter ? Rosalind. That he hath not. Celia. No, hath not ? Rosalind lacks then the love Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one: Shall we be sunder'd ? shall we part, sweet girl ? No : let my father seek another heir. Therefore devise with me how we may fly, Whither 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 '11 go along with thee. Rosalind. Why, whither shall we go ? Celia. To seek my uncle in the forest of Arden. Rosalind. Alas, what danger will it be to us, Maids as we are, to travel forth so far ! Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. 24 SBW Celia* 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. Rosalind* Were it not better, Because that I am more than common tall, That I did suit me all points like a man ? A gallant curtle-axe upon my thigh, A boar-spear in my hand; and — in my heart Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will — We '11 have a swashing and a martial out- side, As many other mannish cowards have That do outface it with their semblances* Celia* What shall I call thee when thou art a man ? Rosalind* I '11 have no worse a name than Jove's own page ; And therefore look you call me Ganymede. But what will you be call'd ? Celia* Something that hath a reference to my state : No longer Celia, but Aliena* Rosalind* But, cousin, what if we assay'd to steal The clownish fool out of your father's court ? Would he not be a comfort to our travel ? Celia, He '11 go along o'er the wide world with me ; 25 Leave me alone to woo him. Let 's away, And get our jewels and our wealth together ; Devise 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. Exeunt *??' im 26 "... Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court ? " M Enter 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 pop ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court ? Here feel we but 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, 29 M Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am/ Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears 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 every thing. I would not change it. Amiens. Happy is your Grace, Than 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, Should in their own confines with forked 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 Than doth your brother that hath banish'd you. To-day 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: 30 J'Sjfiffr. To 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 Almost to bursting, and the big round tears Coursed one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase ; and thus the hairy fool, Much marked of the melancholy Jaques, Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook, Augmenting it with tears. Duke Senior* But what said Jaques ? Did he not moralise this spectacle ? First Lord* O, yes, into a thousand similes. First, for his weeping into the needless stream ; 'Poor deer/ quoth he, 'thou makest a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much : f then, being there alone, Left and abandoned of his velvet friends ; * 'T is right/ quoth he ; ' thus misery doth part The flux of company :' anon a careless herd, Full of the pasture, jumps along by him And never stays to greet him ; ' Ay/ quoth Jaques, 31 m to k id" 1 '' ' Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens ; 'Tis just the fashion: wherefore do you look Upon 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, To 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. Duke Senior. Show me the place : I love to cope him in these sullen fits, For then he 's full of matter. First Lord. I '11 bring you to him straight. Exeunt Scene II— a room in the palace 'M l^u< Enter 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. The ladies, her attendants of her chamber, 32 lie': Saw her a-bed, and in the morning early They found the bed untreasured of their mistress* Second Lord* My lord, the roynish clown, at whom so oft Your Grace was wont to laugh, is also missing* Hisperia, the princess' gentlewoman, Confesses that she secretly overheard Your daughter and her cousin much commend The parts and graces of the wrestler That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles ; And 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 ; 1 11 make him find him : do this suddenly, And let not search and inquisition quail To bring again these foolish runaways* Exeunt jassss^t^^^s^SSfiS Scene III- before Oliver's house Enter ORLANDO and ADAM, meeting. Orlando. Who 's there ? Adam. What, my young master ? O my gentle master ! O my sweet master ! O you memory Of old Sir Rowland ! why, what make you here? 3 33 Why are you virtuous? why do people love you ? And wherefore are you gentle, strong and valiant ? Why would you be so fond to overcome The bonny priser 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 ? No more do yours: your virtues, gentle master, Are sanctified and holy traitors to you. O, what a world is this, when what is comely Envenoms him that bears it I Orlando* Why, what 's the matter ? Adam, 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, Of 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. I overheard him and his practices. 34 mm This is no place; this house is but a butchery : Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it. Orlando. Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go ? Adam. No matter whither, so you come not here. Orlando. What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my food ? Or with a base and boisterous 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 ; I rather will subject me to the malice Of a diverted blood and bloody brother. Adam* But do not so. I have five hun- dred crowns, The thrifty hire I saved under your father, Which I did store to be my foster-nurse When 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; All this I give you. Let me be you servant : Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty ; For in my youth I never did apply 35 Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood, Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility ; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly : let me go with you ; I '11 do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities. Orlando. O good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed I Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat but for promotion, And having that do choke their service up Even with the having: it is not so with thee. But, poor old man, thou prunest a rotten tree, That can not so much as a blossom yield In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry. But come thy ways; we'll go along together, And ere we have thy youthful wages spent, We '11 light upon some settled low content. Adam* Master, go on, and I will follow thee, To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty. From seventeen years till now almost four- score Here lived I, but now live here no more. At seventeen years many their fortunes seek; But at fourscore it is too late a week : 36 : Enter ROSALIND for Ganymede, CELIA for Aliens and TOUCHSTONE. Rosalind* O Jupiter, how weary are my spirits ! Touchstone. I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary. Rosalind. I could find in my heart to dis- grace 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 courageous to petticoat: therefore, courage, good Aliena. Celia* I pray you, bear with me; I can not go no further. Touchstone* For my part, I had rather bear with you than bear you : yet I should bear no cross, if I did bear you ; for I think you have no money in your purse. Rosalind* Well, this is the forest of Arden. Touchstone* Ay, now am I in Arden ; the more fool I ; when I was at home, I was in a better place : but travellers must be content. Rosalind* Ay, be so, good Touchstone. Enter CORIN and SlLVIUS. Look you, who comes here ; a young man and an old in solemn talk. 37 Wi F^: n Cbrm. That is the way to make her scorn you still. Silvias* O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love her ! Corin, I partly guess ; for I have loved ere now. Silvius, No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess, Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover As ever sigh'd upon a midnight pillow : But 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 ? Corin, Into a thousand that I have forgotten. Silvius, O, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily ! If thou remember'st 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, Wearing 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. Phebe, Phebe, Phebe ! Exit j Rosalind, Alas, poor shepherd ! searching j of thy wound, 1 have by hard adventure found mine own.1 Touchstone, And I mine. I remember, J when I was in love I broke my sword upon^ 38 a stone and bid him take that for coming a-night to Jane Smile : and I remember the kissing of her batlet and the cow's dugs that her pretty chopt hands had milked: 5 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 tears '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. Rosalind* Thou speakest wiser than thou art ware of* Touchstone* Nay, I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it* Rosalind* Jove, Jove! this shepherd's passion Is much upon my fashion* Touchstone* And mine; but it grows something stale with me* Celia* I pray you, one of you question yond man If he for gold will give us any food : I faint almost to death* Touchstone* Holla, you clown ! Rosalind* Peace, fool : he 's not thy kins- man. Corin* Who calls ? Touchstone* Your betters, sir* Corin* Else are they very wretched. Rosalind* Peace, I say. Good even to you, friend. 39 Conn. And to you, gentle sir, and to you all Rosalind. 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 succour. Conn. 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 : My 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, By 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. Rosalind. What is he that shall buy his flock and pasture ? Conn. That young swain that you saw here but erewhile, That little cares for buying any thing. 40 Rosalind* 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, Celia* And we will mend thy wages. I like this place, And willingly could waste my time in it. Corin. Assuredly the thing is to be sold : Go with me : if you like upon report The soil, the profit and this kind of life, I will your very faithful feeder be And buy it with your gold right suddenly. Exeunt Scene V- the forest Enter AMIENS, JAQUES, and others. SONG. Amiens, Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither : Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Jaqaes. More, more, I prithee, more. Amiens* It will make you melancholy, Monsieur Jaques. Jaques. I thank it. More, I prithee, more. I can suck melancholy out of a song, as 41 /!/!<,! «S. k&ii Wj a weasel sucks eggs. More, I prithee, more. Amiens. My voice is ragged: I know I cannot please you. \ Jaques. I do not desire you to please me; I do desire you to sing. Come, more; another stanzo : call you 'em stanzos ? Amiens. What you will, Monsieur Jaques. [Jaques. Nay, I care not for their names; they owe me nothing. Will you sing ? Amiens. More at your request than to please myself. Jaques. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you; but that they call compliment is like the encounter of two dog-apes, and when a man thanks me heartily, methinks I have given him a penny and he renders me the beggarly thanks. Come, sing; and you that will not, hold your tongues. Amiens. Well, I'll end the song. Sirs, cover the while ; the Duke will drink under this tree. He hath been all this day to look you. Jaques. 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. Come, warble, come. SONG. Who doth ambition shun, [Alt together And loves to live i* the sun, here. Seeking the food he eats, 42 •mf. And pleased with what he gets, Come hither, come hither, come hither : Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather* Jaques* I '11 give you a verse to this note, that I made yesterday in despite of my invention* Amiens* And I '11 sing it* J Jaques* Thus it goes : — If it do come to pass That any man turn ass, Leaving his wealth and ease A stubborn will to please, Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame : Here shall he see Gross fools as he, And if he will come to me. Amiens* What 's that * ducdame' ? Jaques* 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle* I '11 go sleep, if I can ; if I cannot, I '11 rail against all the first-born of Egypt* Amiens* And I '11 go seek the Duke : his banquet is prepared* Exeunt severally* *'W\ *&1 .:>-' J? M 43 ^ f V Scene VI— the forest Enter ORLANDO and ADAM. Adam, Dear master, I can go no further ; O, I die for food ! Here lie I down, and measure out my grave. Farewell, kind master. Orlando. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee ? Live a little ; com- fort a little; cheer thyself a little. If this uncouth forest yield any thing 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 at 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 labour. Well said ! thou lookest cheerly, and I '11 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 any thing in this desert. Cheerly, good Adam ! Exeunt 44 Scene VII— the forest .Uh his sword ( drawn. Orlando* Forbear, and cat no more. Jaques* Why, I have eat none yet. Orlando* Nor shall not, till necessity be served. Jaques* Of what kind should this cock come of ? Duke Senior* Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy distress ? Or else a rude despiser of good manners, That in civility thou seem *st so empty ? Orlando* 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 Till I and my affairs are answered. Jaques* 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 move us to gentle- ness. Orlando* I almost die for food; and let me have it. Duke Senior* Sit down and feed, and wel- come to our table. Orlando* Speak you so gently ? Pardon me, I pray you : A 49 i 'w&m I thought that all things had been savage here; And therefore put I on the countenance Of stern commandment. But whatever you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time ; If ever you have looked on better days, If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church, If ever sat at any good man's feast, If ever from your eyelids wiped a tear And know what 't is to pity and be pitied, Let gentleness my strong enforcement be : In the which hope I blush, and hide my sword. Duke Senior. True is it that we havei seen better days, And have with holy bell been knoll'd to ; church, And sat at good men's feasts, and wiped j our eyes Of 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. Orlando. Then but forbear your food a| little while, Whiles, like a doe, I go to find my fawn And give it food. There is an old poor; man, 50 •••z**. V. m Who after me hath many a weary step Limp'd in pure love : till he be first sufficed, Oppressed with two weak evils, age and hunger, I will not touch a bit* Duke Senior, Go find him out, And we will nothing waste till you return. Orlando* I thank ye; and be blest for your good comfort ! Exit Duke Senior* Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy : This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in. Jaques. All the world *s a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They 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 school-boy, with his satchel And 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, 51 *'W* *v, m M Jealous in honour, 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, Full 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 For 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, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing. Re-enter ORLANDO with ADAM. Duke Senior. Welcome. Set down your venerable burthen, And let him feed. Orlando* I thank you most for him. Adam. So had you need : I scarce can speak to thank you for myself. Du ke Senior. Welcome ; fall to : I will not trouble you 52 As yet, to question you about your fortunes. Give us some music; and, good cousin, sing. SONG. Amiens* 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. Heigh-ho I 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 As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remembered not. Heigh-ho! sing, &c. Duke Senior* If that you were the good Sir Rowland's son, As you have whispered faithfully you were, And as mine eye doth his effigies witness Most truly limn'd and living in your face, Be truly welcome hither : I am the Duke That loved your father: the residue of your fortune, Go to my cave and tell me. Good old man, 53 Z/rrlA'V^' Thou art right welcome as thy master is. Support him by the arm. Give me your hand, And let me all your fortunes understand. Exeunt 54 wm Sl'W Enter 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 : Find out thy brother, wheresoever 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 Worth seizure do we seize into our hands,' Till thou canst quit thee by thy brother's \ mouth Of what we think against thee. Oliver* O that your Highness knew my, heart in this ! I never loved my brother in my life. Duke 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. Exeunt} wm 57 Enter ORLANDO, with a paper* Orlando* Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love : And thou, thrice-crowned queen of night, survey With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above, Thy huntress* name that my full life doth sway. O 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 every where. 58 "Hang there* my verse, in witness of my love/' U Run, run, Orlando; carve on every tree The fair, the chaste and unexpressive she. Exit Enter CORIN and TOUCHSTONE. Corin* And how like you this shepherd's life, Master Touchstone ? Touchstone* Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life ; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, it is naught* In re- spect 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 humour well ; but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd ? Covin* No more but that I know the more one sickens the worse at ease he is ; and that he that wants money, means and con- tent is without three good friends ; that the 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. Touchstone* Such a one is a natural philosopher. Wast ever in court, shep- herd? Corin* No, truly* Touchstone* Then thou art damned* 59 % Conn. Nay, I hope. Touchstone. Truly, thou art damned, like an ill-roasted z%% all on one side. Corin. For not being at court? Your reason. Touchstone. Why, if thou never wast at court, thou never sawest good manners ; if thou never sawest good manners, then thy manners must be wicked; and wickedness is sin, and sin is damnation. Thou art in a parlous state, shepherd. Corin. Not a whit, Touchstone : those that are good manners at the court are as ridic- ulous in the country as the behaviour 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 shep- herds. Touchstone* Instance, briefly ; come, in- stance. Conn. Why, we are still handling our ewes, and their fells, you know, are greasy. Touchstone. 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 in- stance, I say ; come. Corin. Besides, our hands are hard. Touchstone. Your lips will feel them the sooner. Shallow again, A more sounder instance, come. 60 Conn* And they are often tarred over with the surgery of our sheep ; and would you have us kiss tar ? The courtier's hands are perfumed with civet. Touchstone* Most shallow man! thou worm's-meat, in respect of a good piece of flesh indeed ! Learn of the wise, and per- pend : civet is of a baser birth than tar, the very uncleanly flux of a cat. Mend the instance, shepherd. Corin. You have too courtly a wit for me : I '11 rest. Touchstone* Wilt thou rest damned? God help thee, shallow man ! God make incision in thee ! thou art raw. Corin* Sir, I am a true labourer: 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. Touchstone* 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 bell-wether, and to betray a she-lamb of a twelvemonth to a crooked-pated, old, cuck- oldly ram, out of all reasonable match. If thou beest not damned for this, the devil himself will have no shepherds; I cannot see else how thou shouldst 'scape. Conn, Here comes young Master Gany- mede, my new mistress's brother. 6J Enter ROSALIND, with a paper, reading. Rosalind. From the east to western Ind, No jewel is like Rosalind. Her worth, being mounted on the wind Through all the world bears Rosalind. All the pictures fairest lined Are but black to Rosalind. Let no face be kept in mind But the fair of Rosalind. Touchstone. I '11 rhyme you so eight years together, dinners and suppers and sleeping- hours excepted: it is the right butter- women's rank to market. Rosalind. Out, fool ! Touchstone. For a taste : If a hart do lack a hind, Let him seek out Rosalind. If the cat will after kind, So be sure will Rosalind. Winter garments must be lined, So must slender Rosalind. They 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, Must find love's prick and Rosalind. This is the very false gallop of verses : why do you infect yourself with them ? Rosalind. Peace, you dull fool! I found them on a tree. 62 •H>' , »' > \ JteSa mm Touchstone. Truly, the tree yields bad fruit, Rosattnd* I '11 graff it with you, and then I shall graff it with a medlar : then it will be the earliest fruit i' the country ; for you '11 be rotten ere you be half ripe, and that 's the right virtue of the medlar. Touchstone* You have said; but whether wisely or no, let the forest judge. Enter CELIA, with a •writing* Rosalind* Peace ! Here comes my sister, reading : stand aside. Celia. \_Reads] Why should this a desert be? For it is unpeopled ? No ; Tongues I '11 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 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, Will I Rosalinda write, Teaching all that read to know The quintessence of every sprite Heaven would in little show. Therefore Heaven Nature charged That one body should be fill'd With all graces wide-enlarged ; Nature presently distill'd 63 m mm wk Helen's cheek, but not her heart, Cleopatra's majesty, Atalanta's better part, Sad Lucretia's modesty. Thus Rosalind of many parts By heavenly synod was devised ; Of many faces, eyes and hearts, To have the touches dearest prized. Heaven would that she these gifts should have, And I to live and die her slave. Rosalind, O most gentle pulpiter! what tedious homily of love have you wearied your parishioners withal, and never cried * Have patience, good people ! ' Celia, How now! back, friends! Shep- herd, go off a little. Go with him, sirrah. Touchstone* Come, shepherd, let us make an honourable retreat ; though not with bag and baggage, yet with scrip and scrippage. Exeunt CORIN and TOUCHSTONE. Celia, Didst thou hear these verses ? Rosalind, O, yes, I heard them all, and more too; for some of them had in them more feet than the verses would bear. Celia, That 's no matter : the feet might bear the verses. Rosalind, Ay, but the feet were lame and could not bear themselves without the verse and therefore stood lamely in the verse. Celia, But didst thou hear without won- dering how thy name should be hanged and carved upon these trees ? 64 Rosalind. 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 be-rhymed since Pythagoras' time, that I was an Irish rat, which I can hardly remember. Celia* Trow you who hath done this ? Rosalind* Is it a man ? Celia* And a chain, that you once wore, about his neck. Change you colour ? Rosalind* I prithee, who ? Celia. O Lord, Lord ! it is a hard matter for friends to meet ; but mountains may be removed with earthquakes and so en- counter. Rosalind* Nay, but who is it ? Celia, Is it possible ? Rosalind* Nay, I prithee now with most petitionary vehemence, tell me who it is. Celia* O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful ! and yet again won- derful, and after that, out of all hooping ! Rosalind* Good my complexion I 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 might'st pour this con- cealed man out of thy mouth, as wine comes out of a narrow-mouthed bottle, either too much at once, or none at all. I 5 65 S> prithee, take the cork out of thy mouth that I may drink thy tidings. Celia. So you may put a man in your belly. Rosalind, Is he of God's making ? What manner of man ? Is his head worth a hat ? Or his chin worth a beard ? Celia. Nay, he hath but a little beard. Rosalind. Why, God will send more, if the man will be thankful : let me stay the growth of his beard, if thou delay me not the knowledge of his chin. Celia. It is young Orlando, that tripped up the wrestler's heels and your heart both in an instant. Rosalind. Nay, but the devil take mock- ing : speak sad brow and true maid. Celia. I' faith, coz, 't is he. Rosalind. Orlando ? Celia. Orlando. Rosalind. Alas the day ! what shall I do with my doublet and hose ? What did he when thou sawest him ? What said he ? 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 ? An- swer me in one word. Celia. You must borrow me Gargantua's mouth first : 't is a word too great for any mouth of this age's sue. To say ay and no to these particulars is more than to answer in a catechism. 66 Rosalind* But doth he know that I am in this forest and in man's apparel ? Looks he as freshly as he did the day he wrestled ? Celia* 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, Rosalind* It may well be called Jove's tree, when it drops forth such fruit. Celia* Give me audience, good madam. Rosalind* Proceed. Celia* There lay he, stretched along, like a wounded knight. Rosalind* Though it be pity to see such a sight, it well becomes the ground. Celia* Cry 'holla' to thy tongue, I prithee ; it curvets unseasonably. He was furnished like a hunter. Rosalind* O, ominous ! he comes to kill my heart. Celia* I would sing my song without a burden : thou bringest me out of tune. Rosalind* Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak. Sweet, say on* Celia* You bring me out. Soft! comes he not here ? Enter ORLANDO aw/jAQUES. Rosalind* T is he: slink by, and note him. Jaques* I thank you for your company ; but, good faith, I had as lief have been my- self alone. 67 K §m Orlando. And so had I ; but yet, for fashion sake, I thank you too for your society. Jaques. God buy you : let 's meet as little as we can. Orlando. I do desire we may be better strangers. Jaques. I pray you, mar no more trees with writing love-songs in their barks. Orlando. I pray you, mar no moe of my verses with reading them ill-favouredly. Jaques. Rosalind is your love's name ? Orlando. Yes, just. Jaques. I do not like, her name. Orlando. There was no thought of pleas- ing you when she was christened. Jaques* What stature is she of ? Orlando. Just as high as my heart. Jaques. You are full of pretty answers. Have you not been acquainted with gold- smiths' wives, and conned them out of rings? Orlando. Not so ; but I answer you right painted cloth, from whence you have stud- ied your questions. Jaques. You have a nimble wit : I think 't was made of Atalanta's heels. Will you sit down with me ? and we two will rail against our mistress the world, and all our misery. Orlando. I will chide no breather in the world but myself, against whom I know most faults. 68 \« Jaques. The worst fault you have is to be in love. Orlando. *T is a fault I will not change for your best virtue. I am weary of you. Jaques. By my troth, I was seeking for a fool when I found you. Orlando. He is drowned in the brook: look but in, and you shall see him. Jaques. There I shall see mine own figure. Orlando. Which I take to be either a fool or a cipher. Jaques. I'll tarry no longer with you: farewell, good Signior Love. Orlando. I am glad of your departure: adieu, good Monsieur Melancholy. Exit J AQUES. Rosalind* [Aside to Celxa.~\ I will speak to him like a saucy lackey, and under that habit play the knave with him. Do you hear, forester ? Orlando* Very well : what would you ? Rosalind* I pray you, what is 't o'clock ? Orlando* You should ask me what time o* day : there 's no clock in the forest. Rosalind* Then there is no true lover in the forest; else sighing every minute and groaning every hour would detect the lazy foot of Time as well as a clock. Orlando. And why not the swift foot of Time ? had not that been as proper ? Rosalind* By no means, sir : Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I'll 69 5s 9G/ m m iliilltoKilmitl tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal and who he stands still withal. Orlando. I prithee, who doth he trot withal ? Rosalind. Marry, he trots hard with a young maid between the contract of her marriage and the day it is solemnized : if the interim be but a se'n night, Time's pace is so hard that it seems the length of seven year, Orlando. Who ambles Time withal ? Rosalind. With a priest that lacks Latin, and a rich man that hath not the gout ; for the one sleeps easily because he 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 Orlando. Who doth he gallop withal? Rosalind. With a thief to the gallows; for though he go as softly as foot can fall, he thinks himself too soon there. Orlando. Who stays it still withal ? Rosalind. With lawyers in the vacation ; for they sleep between term and term and then they perceive not how Time moves. Orlando. Where dwell you, pretty youth ? Rosalind. With this shepherdess, my sister : here in the skirts of the forest, like fringe upon a petticoat. 70 Orlando. Are you native of this place ? Rosalind* As the cony that you see dwell where she is kindled. Orlando. Your accent is something finer than you could purchase in so removed a dwelling. Rosalind* 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 against 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. Orlando* Can you remember any of the principal evils that he laid to the charge of women ? Rosalind* There were none principal; they were all like one another as half-pence are, every one fault seeming monstrous till his fellow-fault came to match it. Orlando* I prithee, recount some of them. Rosalind* No, I will not cast away my physic but on those that 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, deify- ing the name of Rosalind : if I could meet that fancy-monger, I would give him some 71 mm good counsel, for he seems to have the quotidian of love upon him. Orlando, I am he that is so love-shaked : I pray you, tell me your remedy. Rosalind. There is none of my uncle's marks upon you: he taught me how to know a man in love; in which cage of rushes I am sure you are not prisoner. Orlando, What were his marks ? Rosalind. A lean cheek, which you have not ; a blue eye and sunken, which you have not; an unquestionable spirit, which 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 about you demonstrating a care- less desolation ; but you are no such man ; you are rather point-device in your accou- trements, as loving yourself than seeming the lover of any other. Orlando. Fair youth, I would I could make thee believe I love. Rosalind. 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 trees, where- in Rosalind is so admired ? 72 V* fel Orlando* I swear to thee, youth, by the white hand of Rosalind, I am that he, that unfortunate he. Rosalind, But are you so much in love as your rhymes speak ? Orlando* Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much, Rosalind* 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. Orlando* Did you ever cure any so ? Rosalind* Yes, one, and in this manner. He was to imagine me his love, his mis- tress ; 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 liking; proud, fantastical, apish, shallow, inconstant, full of tears, full of smiles ; for every passion something and for no passion truly any thing, as boys and women are for the most part cattle of this colour: would now like him, now loathe him ; then entertain him, then forswear him ; now weep for him, then spit at him ; that I drave my suitor from his mad humour of love to a living humour 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 73 •■■■'■"-■ »m take upon me to wash your liver as clean as a sound sheep's heart, that there shall not be one spot of love in 't. Orlando. I would not be cured, youth. Rosalind. I would cure you, if you would but call me Rosalind and come every day to my cote and woo me. Orlando. Now, by the faith of my love, I will : tell me where it is. Rosalind. Go with me to it and I '11 show it you : and by the way you shall tell me where in the forest you live. Will you go ? Orlando. With all my heart, good youth. Rosalind. Nay, you must call me Rosa- lind. Come, sister, will you go ? Exeunt Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY; JAQUES behind. Touchstone. 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 ? Audrey. Your features ! Lord warrant us ! what features ? Touchstone. I am here with thee and thy goats, as the most capricious poet, honest Ovid, was among the Goths. Jaques. [Aside, ,] O knowledge ill-inhab- ited, worse than Jove in a thatched house ! 74 WNBr Touchstone* When a man's verses cannot be understood, nor a man's good wit seconded with the forward child, under- standing, it strikes a man more dead than a great reckoning in a little room. Truly, I would the gods had made thee poetical. Audrey* I do not know what * poetical' is : is it honest in deed and word ? is it a true thing ? Touchstone* No, truly; for the truest poetry is the most feigning ; and lovers are given to poetry, and what they swear in poetry may be said as lovers they do feign. Audrey* Do you wish then that the gods had made me poetical ? Touchstone* I do, truly ; for thou swear- est to me thou art honest : now, if thou wert a poet, I might have some hope thou didst feign. Audrey* Would you not have me honest ? Touchstone* No, truly, unless thou wert hard-favoured; for honesty coupled to beauty is to have honey a sauce to sugar. Jaques* [Aside*'] A material fool ! Audrey* Well, I am not fair ; and there- fore I pray the gods make me honest. Touchstone* Truly, and to cast away honesty upon a foul slut were to put good meat into an unclean dish. Audrey* I am not a slut, though I thank the gods I am foul. Touchstone* Well, praised be the gods for thy foulness! sluttishness may come here- 75 after. But be it as it may be, I will marry thee, and to that end I have been with Sir Oliver Martext the vicar of the next village, who hath promised to meet me in this place of the forest and to couple us. Jaques. [ Aside* ] I would fain see this meeting. Audrey. Well, the gods give us joy ! Touchstone. 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 what 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 ? No, 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 honourable than the bare brow of a bachelor; and by how much defence is better than no skill, by so much is a horn more precious than to want. Here comes Sir Oliver. Enter SIR OLIVER MARTEXT. Sir Oliver Martext, you are well met : will you dispatch us here under this tree, or shall we go with you to your chapel ? 76 ws&m 5iV 0/tW. Is there none here to give the woman ? Touchstone. I will not take her on gift of any man. Sir Other. Truly, she must be given, or the marriage is not lawful. Jaques. Proceed, proceed: 111 give her. Touchstone. 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. Jaques. Will you be married, motley ? Touchstone. 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. Jaques. And will you, being a man of your breeding, be married 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. Touchstone. [ Aside."] 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. Jaques. Go thou with me, and let me counsel thee. 77 mm Touchstone, 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 : but,— Wind away, Begone, I say, I will not to wedding with thee. Exeunt JAQUES, TOUCHSTONE, and Audrey. Sir Oliver, 'T is no matter : ne'er a fan- tastical knave of them all shall flout me out of my calling. Exit mm SCENE IV-THE FOREST Enter ROSALIND and CELIA. Rosalind* Never talk to me ; I will weep. Celia, Do, I prithee; but yet have the grace to consider that tears do not become a man. Rosalind* But have I not cause to weep ? Celia, As good cause as one would desire ; therefore weep. Rosalind, His very hair is of the dissem- bling colour. Celia, Something browner than Judas's : marry, his kisses are Judas's own children. 78 Rosalind. V faith, his hair is of a good colour. Celia* An excellent colour : your chestnut was ever the only colour. Rosalind* And his kissing is as full of sanc- tity as the touch of holy bread. Celia* 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. Rosalind* But why did he swear he would come this morning, and comes not ? Celia* Nay, certainly, there is no truth in him. Rosalind* Do you think so ? Celia* Yes ; I think he is not a pick-purse 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. Rosalind* Not true in love ? Celia* Yes, when he is in ; but I think he is not in. Rosalind* You have heard him swear downright he was. Celia* * Was ' is not ' is ' : besides, the oath of a lover is no stronger than the word of a tapster ; they are both the con- firmer of false reckonings. He attends here in the forest on the Duke your father. Rosalind* 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 79 mm me go. But what talk we of fathers, when there is such a man as Orlando ? Cetieu O, 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 ; as a puisny 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. Coriru Mistress and master, you have oft inquired After the shepherd that complained of love, Who you saw sitting by me on the turf, Praising the proud disdainful shepherdess That was his mistress. Celia. Well, and what of him ? Corin, If you will see a pageant truly play'd, Between the pale complexion of true love And the red glow of scorn and proud dis- dain, Go hence a little and I shall conduct you, If you will mark it. Rosalind* O, come, let us remove : The sight of lovers feedeth those in love. Bring us to this sight, and you shall say I II prove a busy actor in their play. Exeunt 80 Scene V— anotherpartofthe forest Enter SlLVIUS andPHEBE. Silvias* Sweet Phebe, do not scorn me ; do not, Phebe ; Say that you love me not, but say not so In bitterness. The common executioner, Whose heart the accustomed sight of death makes hard, Falls not the axe 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 CORDST, behind* Phebe* I would not be thy executioner : I fly thee, for I would not injure thee* Thou telPst me there is murder in mine eye : T is pretty, sure, and very probable, That eyes, that are the frail'st and softest things, Who shut their coward gates on atomies, Should be call'd tyrants, butchers, mur- derers ! 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, O, for shame, for shame, Lie not, to say mine eyes are murderers ! 6 81 Js. Now show the wound mine eye hath made in thee : Scratch thee but with a pin, and there re- mains Some scar of it; lean but upon a rush, The cicatrice and capable impressure Thy 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. ^ Silvias, O dear Phebe, V T If 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. Phebe. But till that time Come 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. Rosalind. And why, I pray you ? Who might be your mother, | That you insult, exult, and all at once, Over 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 ? Why, what means this? Why do you look on me ? I see no more in you than in the ordinary 82 X &m L 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 : T is not your inky brows, your black silk hair, Your bugle eyeballs, nor your cheek of cream, That can entame my spirits to your worship. You foolish shepherd, wherefore do you follow her, Like foggy south, puffing with wind and rain? You are a thousand times a properer man Than she a woman : *t is such fools as you That makes the world full of ill-favour'd children : HT is 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. But, 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: Foul is most foul, being foul to be a scoffer. So take her to thee, shepherd : fare you well. Phebe. Sweet youth, I pray you, chide a year together : I had rather hear you chide than this man woo. 83 X Rosalind. He's fallen in love with your foulness and she'll fall in love with my anger. If it be so, as fast as she answers thee with frowning looks, I '11 sauce her with bitter words. Why look you so upon me? Phebe. For no ill will I bear you. Rosalind. I pray you, do not fall in love with me, For I am falser than vows made in wine : Besides, I like you not. If you will know my house, 'T is at the tuft of olives here hard by. Will you go, sister ? Shepherd, ply her hard. Come, sister. Shepherdess, look on him better, And be not proud: though all the world could see, None could be so abused in sight as he. Come, to our flock. Exeunt ROSALIND, CELIAam/CORIN Phebe. Dead shepherd, now I find thy saw of might, * Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?' Silvias. Sweet Phebe, — Phebe. Ha, what say'st thou, Silvius ? Silvias. Sweet Phebe, pity me. Phebe. Why, I am sorry for thee, gentle Silvius. Silvias. Wherever sorrow is, relief would be: 84 If you do sorrow at my grief in love, By giving love your sorrow and my grief Were both extermined. Phebe* Thou hast my love: is not that neighbourly ? Silvias* I would have you. Phebe* 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, I will endure, and I '11 employ thee too : But do not look for further recompense Than thine own gladness that thou art employed. Silvius* So holy and so perfect is my love, And I in such a poverty of grace, That 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 1 11 live upon. Phebe* Know'st thou the youth that spoke to me erewhile? Silvias* 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. Phebe* Think not I love him, though I ask for him ; 85 'T is but a peevish boy ; yet he talks well ; But 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 '11 make a proper man : the best thing in him Is his complexion; and faster than his tongue Did make offence 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 't is well : There was a pretty redness in his lip, A little riper and more lusty red Than that mix'd in his cheek ; 't was just the difference Betwixt the constant red and mingled damask. There be some women, Silvius, had they mark'd him In parcels as I did, would have gone near To 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 ; And, now I am remember'd, scorn'd at me : 86 M® I marvel why I answer'd not again : But that's all one; omittance is no quit- tance. Til write to him a very taunting letter, And thou shalt bear it : wilt thou, Silvius ? Silvias. Phebe, with all my heart. Phebe. I '11 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. Exeunt mm m 87 Enter ROSALIND, CELIA, and JAQUES. Jaques* I prithee, pretty youth, let me be better acquainted with thee* Rosalind* They say you are a melancholy fellow. Jaques* I am so ; I do love it better than laughing. Rosalind* Those that are in extremity of either are abominable fellows, and betray themselves to every modern censure worse than drunkards. Jaques. Why, *t is good to be sad and say nothing. Rosalind* Why then, 't is good to be a post. 91 Jaques. I have neither the scholar's mel- ancholy, which is emulation ; nor the musician's, which is fantastical ; nor the courtier's, which is proud ; nor the sol- dier's, which is ambitious ; nor the lawyer's, which is politic ; nor the lady's, which is nice ; nor the lover's, which is all these : but it is a melancholy of mine own, com- pounded of many simples, extracted from many objects; and indeed the sundry con- templation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness. Rosalind* A traveller I 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. Jaques* Yes, I have gained my experience. Rosalind* 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 I Enter ORLANDO. Orlando. Good-day and happiness, dear Rosalind I Jaques* Nay, then, God buy you, an you talk in blank verse. Exit* Rosalind* Farewell, Monsieur Traveller : look you lisp and wear strange suits ; dis- able all the benefits of your own country ; be out of love with your nativity and almost 92 chide God for making you that countenance you are ; or I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola. Why, how now, Or- lando ! where have you been all this while ? You a lover ! An you serve me such another trick, never come in my sight more. Orlando* My fair Rosalind, I come with- in an hour of my promise. Rosalind* Break an hour's promise in love ! He that will divide a minute into a thousand parts, and break but a part of the thousandth part of a minute in the affairs of love, it may be said of him that Cupid hath clapped him o* the shoulder, but 1 11 warrant him heart-whole. Orlando* Pardon me, dear Rosalind. Rosalind* Nay, an you be so tardy, come no more in my sight : I had as lief be wooed of a snail. Orlando* Of a snail ? Rosalind* Ay, of a snail ; for though he comes slowly, he carries his house on his head; a better jointure, I think, than you make a woman : besides, he brings his des- tiny with him. Orlando* What 's that ? Rosalind* Why, horns, which such as you are fain to be beholding to your wives for : but he comes armed in his fortune and prevents the slander of his wife. Orlando* Virtue is no horn-maker; and my Rosalind is virtuous. Rosalind* And I am your Rosalind. 93 w '%„«»• w. Ctj Celia, It pleases him to call you so ; but he hath a Rosalind of a better leer than you. Rosalind. Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in a holiday humour and like enough to consent. What would you say to me now, an I were your very very Rosalind ? Orlando, I would kiss before I spoke. Rosalind, Nay, you were better speak first; and when you were gravelled 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 ! — matter, the cleanliest shift is to kiss. Orlando, How if the kiss be denied ? Rosalind* Then she puts you to entreaty and there begins new matter. Orlando, Who could be out, being before his beloved mistress ? Rosalind* Marry, that should you, if I were your mistress, or I should think my honesty ranker than my wit. Orlando, What, of my suit ? Rosalind* Not out of your apparel, and yet out of your suit. Am not I your Rosalind ? Orlando, I take some joy to say you are, because I would be talking of her. Rosalind, Well, in her person, I say I will not have you. Orlando, Then in mine own person I die. Rosalind, No, faith, die by attorney. The poor world is almost six thousand years 94 *««-?. mm im .^m* 1 ' \ M 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 Grecian 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 Helles- pont and 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. Orlando. I would not have my right Rosa- lind of this mind ; for, I protest, her frown might kill me. Rosalind. By this hand, it will not kill a fly. But come, now I will be your Rosa- lind in a more coming-on disposition, and ask me what you will, I will grant it. Orlando. Then love me, Rosalind. Rosalind. Yes, faith, will I, Fridays and Saturdays and all. Orlando. And wilt thou have me ? Rosalind. Ay, and twenty such. Orlando. What sayest thou ? Rosalind* Are you not good ? Orlando. I hope so. Rosalind. Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing ? Come, sister, you 95 Wm i m . ■)>7 shall be the priest and marry us. Give me your hand, Orlando. What do you say, sister ? Orlando. Pray thee, marry us. Celia. I cannot say the words. Rosalind. You must begin, 'Will you, Orlando — ' Celia. Go to. Will you, Orlando, have to wife this Rosalind ? Orlando. I will. Rosalind. Ay, but when ? Orlando. Why now ; as fast as she can marry us. Rosalind. Then you must say * I take thee, Rosalind, for wife/ Orlando. I take thee, Rosalind, for wife. Rosalind. I might ask you for your com- mission; but I do take thee, Orlando, for my husband : there 's a girl goes before the priest; and certainly a woman's thought runs before her actions. Orlando. So do all thoughts; they are winged. Rosalind. Now tell me how long you would have her after you have possessed her. Orlando. For ever and a day. Rosalind. 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 96 • :.ip^«pm^$mi*Hi&ttm y^gjaaaesas^rt^istt "Give me your hand, Orlando. "What do you say, Sister? Barbary cock-pigeon over his hen, more clamorous than a parrot against rain, more new-fangled 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 hyen, and that when thou art inclined to sleep* Orlando. But will my Rosalind do so ? Rosalind. By my life, she will do as I do* Orlando. O, but she is wise. Rosalind. Or else she could not have the wit to do this : the wiser, the way warder : 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. Orlando. A man that had a wife with such a wit, he might say ' Wit, whither wilt ? ' Rosalind. Nay, you might keep that check for it till you met your wife's wit going to your neighbour's bed. Orlando. And what wit could wit have to excuse that ? Rosalind. Marry, to say she came to seek you there. You shall never take her with- out her answer, unless you take her without her tongue. O, 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 ! Orlando. For these two hours, Rosalind, I will leave thee. 97 Rosalind, Alas, dear love, I cannot lack thee two hours ! Orlando. I must attend the Duke at dinner : by two o'clock I will be with thee again. Rosalind. Ay, go your ways, go your ways ; I knew what you would prove : my friends told me as much, and I thought no less: that flattering tongue of yours won me : 't is but one cast away, and so, come, death ! Two o'clock is your hour ? Orlando. Ay, sweet Rosalind. Rosalind. By my troth, and in good earn- est, and so 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 may be chosen out of the gross band of the unfaithful: therefore beware my censure and keep your promise. Orlando. With no less religion than if thou wert indeed my Rosalind : so adieu. Rosalind. Well, Time is the old justice that examines all such offenders, and let Time try: adieu. Exit ORLANDO. Celia. 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 to her own nest. 98 mm: a Rosalind. O coz, coz. coz, my pretty little coz, tjpat 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* Celia. Or rather, bottomless ; that as fast as you pour affection in, it runs out. Rosalind. 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 every one's eyes be- cause his own are out, let him be judge how deep I am in love* I '11 tell thee, Aliena, I cannot be out of the sight of Orlando : I '11 go find a shadow and sigh till he come. Cetia. And 1 11 sleep. Exeunt ■Mm EnterjAQUES. LORDS, and FORESTERS. Jaques. Which is he that killed the deer? A Lord* Sir, it was I. Jaques. Let's present him to the Duke, like a Roman conqueror ; and 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 ? Forester. Yes, sir. Jaques. Sing it : 't is no matter how it be in tune, so it make noise enough. 99 l.rfC. SONG. Forester. What shall he have that kill'd the deer ? His leather skin and horns to wear. Then sing him home : The rest shall bear this burden. Take 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 horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn. Exeunt. $ Scene ill— the forest c Enter ROSALIND andCELIA. Rosalind. How say you now ? Is it not past two o'clock ? and here much Orlando ! Celia. I warrant you, with pure love and troubled brain, he hath ta'en his bow and arrows and is gone forth to sleep. Look, who comes here. Enter SlLVIUS. Silvius. My errand is to you, fair youth ; My gentle Phebe bid me give you this : 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 tenour : pardon me ; I am but as a guiltless messenger. 100 $**?% ^ Bivffc* mm. Rosalind* 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, Were 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. Silvias* No, I protest, I know not the con- tents : Phebe did write it. Rosalind* Come, come, you are a fool, And turn'd into the extremity of love. I saw her hand : she has a leathern hand, A freestone-coloured hand ; I verily did think That her old gloves were on, but 't was 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. Silvias* Sure, it is hers. Rosalind* 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 inven- tion, JOJ mm m Such Ethiope words, blacker in their effect Than in their countenance. Will you hear the letter? Silvius. So please you, for I never heard it yet; Yet heard too much of Phebe's cruelty. Rosalind. She Phebes me : mark how the tyrant writes. [Reads] Art thou god to shepherd turn'd, That a maiden's heart hath burn'd? Can a woman rail thus ? Silvias. Call you this railing ? Rosalind [reads']* Why, thy godhead laid apart, Warr'st thou with a woman's heart? Did 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 Have power to raise such love in mine, Alack, in me what strange effect Would they work in mild aspect ! Whiles you chide me, I did love ; How then might your prayers move ! He 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 Of me and all that I can make; Or else by him my love deny, And then I '11 study how to die. 102 i 1 Silvias, Call you this chiding ? Cetia. Alas, poor shepherd ! Rosalind* Do you pity him? no, he de- serves no pity. Wilt thou love such a wo- man ? 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 love 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 SlLVIUS. Enter OLIVER. Oliver* Good morrow, fair ones : pray you, if you know, Where in the purlieus of this forest stands A sheep-cote fenced about with olive-trees? Celia* West of this place, down in the neighbour bottom : The rank of osiers by the murmuring stream Left on your right hand brings you to the place. But at this hour the house doth keep itself; • There's none within. Oliver* If that an eye may profit by a tongue, Then should I know you by description ; Such garments and such years : * The boy is fair, Of female favour, and bestows himself Like a ripe sister : the woman low, J03 X wm ftim And browner than her brother/ Are not you The owner of the house I did enquire for ? Celia, It is no boast, being ask'd, to say we are. Oliver, Orlando doth commend him to you both, And to that youth he calls his Rosalind He sends this bloody napkin. Are you he ? Rosalind, lam: what must we understand by this ? Oliver, Some of my shame; if you will know of me What man I am, and how, and why, and where This handkercher was stain'd. Celia, I pray you, tell it. Oliver, When last the young Orlando parted from you He left a promise to return again Within an hour, and pacing through the forest, Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy, Lo, what befel ! he threw his eye aside, And mark what object did present itself : Under an oak, whose boughs were moss'd 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, 104 f ^ M « Who with her head nimble in threats ap- proached 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, 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. Celuu O, I have heard him speak of that same brother ; And he did render him the most unnatural That lived amongst men. Oliver, And well he might so do, For well I know he was unnatural* Rosalind* But, to Orlando : did he leave him there, Food to the suck'd and hungry lioness ? Oliver. Twice did he turn his back and purposed so ; But 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* i05 m Celia. Are you his brother ? Rosalind. Was \ you he rescued ? Celia. Was 't you that did so oft contrive to kill him ? Oliver. 'T was I ; but 't is not I: I do not shame To tell you what I was, since my conversion So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am. Rosalind. But, for the bloody napkin ? Oliver. By and by. When from the first to last betwixt us two Tears our recountments had most kindly bathed, As 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, There 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 ; And, 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 his blood, unto the shepherd youth That he in sport doth call his Rosalind. Rosalind swoons. 106 W Celia* Why, how now, Ganymede ! sweet Ganymede ! Oliver* Many will swoon when they do look on blood. Celia,* There is more in it. Cousin Ganymede ! Oliver* Look, he recovers. Rosalind* I would I were at home. Celia* We '11 lead you thither. I pray you, will you take him by the arm ? Oliver* Be of good cheer, youth: you a man ! you lack a man's heart. Rosalind* I do so, I confess it. Ah, sirrah, a body would think this was well counter- feited ! I pray you, tell your brother how well I counterfeited. Heigh-ho ! Oliver* This was not counterfeit: there is too great testimony in your complexion that it was a passion of earnest. Rosalind* Counterfeit, I assure you. Oliver* Well then, take a good heart and counterfeit to be a man. Rosalind* So I do : but, i' faith, I should have been a woman by right. Celia* Come, you look paler and paler: pray you, draw homewards. Good sir, go with us. Oliver* That will I, for I must bear an- swer back How you excuse my brother, Rosalind. Rosalind* I shall devise something: but, I pray you, commend my counterfeiting to him. Will you go 7 Exeunt J07 fy-p^KK.Oaa*/'. u I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways; therefore tremble, depart." Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY. im Touchstone* We shall find a time, Audrey; patience, gentle Audrey. Audrey* Faith, the priest was good enough, for all the old gentleman's saying. Touchstone* A most wicked Sir Oliver, Audrey, a most vile Martext. But, Audrey, there is a youth here in the forest lays claim to you. Audrey* Ay, I know who 'tis: he hath no interest in me in the world : here comes the man you mean. Touchstone* It is meat and drink to me to see a clown : by my troth, we that have in ill M good wits have much to answer for ; we shall be flouting ; we cannot hold. Enter WILLIAM, William, Good even, Audrey. Audrey. God ye good even, William. William. And good even to you, sir. Touchstone. Good even, gentle friend. Cover thy head, cover thy head; nay, pri- thee, be covered. How old are you, friend? William. Five and twenty, sir. Touchstone. A ripe age. Is thy name William? William. William, sir. Touchstone. A fair name. Wast born i* the forest here ? William* Ay, sir, I thank God, Touchstone. * Thank God;' a good an- swer. Art rich ? William. Faith, sir, so so. Touchstone. 'So so ' is good, very good, very excellent good ; and yet it is not ; it is but so so. Art thou wise ? William. Ay, sir, I have a pretty wit. Touchstone. Why, thou sayest 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 philos- opher, when 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? William. I do, sir. \\2 Touchstone* Give me your hand. Art thou learned ? William. No, sir. Touchstone. Then learn this of me: to have, is to have; for it is a figure in rhet- oric that drink, being poured out of a cup into a glass, by filling the one doth empty the other; for all your writers do consent that ipse is he : now, you are not ipse, for I am he. William. Which he, sir ? Touchstone. He, sir, that must marry this woman. Therefore, you clown, abandon, — which is in the vulgar leave, — the society, — 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 per- ishest; or, to thy better understanding, diest; or, to wit, I kill thee, make thee away, translate thy life into death, thy lib- erty 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 and fifty ways : therefore tremble, depart. Audrey. Do, good William. William. God rest you merry, sir. Exit Enter CORIN. Covin. Our master and mistress seeks you ; come, away, away ! . Touchstone. Trip, Audrey! trip, Audrey I I attend, I attend. Exeunt. Enter ORLANDO and OLIVER. Orlando. Is 't possible that on so little ac- quaintance you should like her ? that but seeing you should love her? and loving woo? and, wooing, she should grant? and will you persever to enjoy her ? Oliver. Neither call the giddiness of it in question, the poverty of her, the small ac- quaintance, my sudden wooing, nor 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 live and die a shepherd. Orlando. You have my consent. Let your wedding be to-morrow: thither will I invite the Duke and all f s contented followers. Go you and prepare Aliena ; for look you, here comes my Rosalind. Enter ROSALIND. Rosalind. God save you, brother. Oliver. And you, fair sister. Exit. Rosalind. O, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to see thee wear thy heart in a scarf ! Orlando. It is my arm. 114 (4 Rosalind* I thought thy heart had been wounded with the claws of a lion. Orlando. Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady. Rosalind* Did your brother tell you how I counterfeited to swoon when he showed me your handkercher ? Orlando* Ay, and greater wonders than that. Rosalind* O, I know where you are : nay, f t is true : there was never any thing so sud- den but the fight of two rams, and Caesar's thrasonical brag of ' I came, saw, and over- came : ' 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 the reason but they sought the rem- edy : 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 can- not part them. Orlando* They shall be married to-mor- row, and I will bid the Duke to the nuptial. But, O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes ! By so much the more shall I to-morrow be at the height of heart-heaviness, by how much I shall think my brother happy in having what he wishes for. 1J5 Rosalind* Why then, to-morrow I cannot serve your turn for Rosalind ? Orlando. I can live no longer by thinking. Rosalind* 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 do I labour for a greater esteem than may in some little measure draw a belief from you, to do yourself good and not to grace me. Be- lieve 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 his art and yet rot 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, to set her before your eyes to-morrow human as she is and without any danger, Orlando. Speakest thou in sober mean- ings? Rosalind. By my life, I do ; which I tender dearly, though I say I am a magician. Therefore, put you in your best array ; bid your friends ; for if you will be married to- morrow, you shall ; and to Rosalind, if you will. U6 <& Enter SILVIUS and PHEBE. Look, here comes a lover of mine and a lover of hers* Phebe. Youth, you have done me much ungentleness. To show the letter that I writ to you. Rosalind. I care not if I have: it is my study To seem despiteful and ungentle to you: You are there followed by a faithful shep- herd; Look upon him, love him; he worships you* Phebe. Good shepherd, tell this youth what f t is to love. Silvias. It is to be all made of sighs and tears ; And so am I for Phebe. Phebe. And I for Ganymede. Orlando. And I for Rosalind. Rosalind. And I for no woman. Silvius. It is to be all made of faith and service ; And so am I for Phebe. Phebe. And I for Ganymede. Orlando. And I for Rosalind. Rosalind. And I for no woman. Silvius. It is to be all made of fantasy, 3 Allmade of passion, and all made of wishes ; All adoration, duty, and observance, All humbleness, all patience, and impatience, All purity, all trial, all observance; And so am I for Phebe. JJ7 ~*of fe Phebe. And so am I for Ganymede. Orlando. And so am I for Rosalind. Rosalind. And so am I for no woman. Phebe. If this be so, why blame you me to love you ? Silvias. If this be so, why blame you me to love you ? Orlando. If this be so, why blame you me to love you ? Rosalind. Who do you speak to, * Why blame you me to love you ? ' Orlando. To her that is not here, nor doth not hear, Rosalind. Pray you, no more of this ; 't is like the howling of Irish wolves against the moon* [To Silvius.] I will help you, if I can: [To Phebe.~\ I would love you, if I could. To-morrow meet me all together. [To Phebe.~\ I will marry you, if ever I marry woman, and I '11 be married to-mor- row: [To Orlando.'] I will satisfy you, if ever I satisfied man, and you shall be mar- ried to-morrow : [To Silvias.] I will con- tent you, if what pleases you contents you, and you shall be married to-morrow* [ To Orlando.] As you love Rosalind, meet: [To Silvius.] as you love Phebe, meet: and as I love no woman, I '11 meet. So, fare you well : I have left you commands. Silvias. I '11 not fail, if I live. Phebe. Nor I. Orlando. Nor L [Exeunt, us -mm Scene III -the forest wm Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY. Touchstone. To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey; to-morrow will we be married. Audrey. I do desire it with all my heart ; and I hope it is no 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. Touchstone. By my troth, well met. Come, sit, sit, and a song. Second Page. We are for you: sit i' the 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. V faith, i' faith; and both in a tune, like two gipsies on a horse. SONG 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 In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring. U9 m m m . Between the acres of the rye, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, 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 ; How that a life was but a flower In spring time, &c. And therefore take the present time, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, For love is crowned with the prime In spring time, &c. Touchstone, 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. Touchstone, By my troth, yes ; I count it but time lost to hear such a foolish song. God be wi* you; and God mend your voices ! Come, Audrey. Exeunt, rj 0*i Enter DUKE Senior, AMIENS, JAQUES, Orlando, Oliver, and Celia. Duke Senior, Dost thou believe, Orlando, that the boy, Can do all this that he hath promised ? Orlando, I sometimes do believe, and sometimes do not ; J20 mm, As those that fear they hope, and know they f ear. Enter ROSALIND, SlLVIUS, and PHEBE. Rosalind* Patience once more, whiles our compact is urged : You say, if I bring in your Rosalind, You will bestow her on Orlando here ? Duke Senior* That would I, had I king- doms to give with her. Rosalind. And you say, you will have her, when I bring her. Orlando. That would I, were I of all king- doms king. Rosalind. You say, you '11 marry me, if I be willing ? Phebe. That will I, should I die the hour after. Rosalind. But if you do refuse to marry me, You'll give yourself to this most faithful shepherd ? Phebe. So is the bargain. Rosalind. You say, that you'll have Phebe, if she will ? Silvius. Though to have her and death were both one thing. Rosalind. I have promised to make all this matter even. Keep you your word, O Duke, to give your daughter ; You yours, Orlando, to receive his daughter: Keep your word, Phebe, that you '11 marry me, J2J Or else refusing me, to wed this shepherd : Keep your word, Silvius, that you '11 marry her, If she refuse me : and from hence I go, To make these doubts all even. [Exeunt ROSALIND and CFHA. Duke Senior* I do remember in this shepherd boy Some lively touches of my daughter's favour. Orlando. My lord, the first time that I ever saw him Methought he was a brother to your daughter : But, my good lord, this boy is forest-born, And hath been tutor'd in the rudiments Of many desperate studies by his uncle, Whom he reports to be a great magician, Obscured in the circle of this forest. Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY* Jaques* 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 fools. Touchstone* Salutation and greeting to you all I /agues* 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. Touchstone* If any man doubt that, let him put me to my purgation. I have trod a measure; I have flattered a lady; I have 122 'Mt 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* /agues* And how was that ta'en up ? Touchstone* Faith, we met, and found the quarrel was upon the seventh cause. Jaques* How seventh cause ? Good my lord, like this fellow. Duke Senior* I like him very well. Touchstone* 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-favoured thing, sir, but mine own ; a poor humour 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. Touchstone* According to the fool's bolt, sir, and such dulcet diseases. Jaques* But, for the seventh cause ; how did you find the quarrel on the seventh cause ? Touchstone* Upon a lie seven times re- moved: — bear your body 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 J23 wm m Retort Courteous. If I sent him word again * it was not well cut/ he would send me word, he 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 say, I lie : this is called the Countercheck Quar- relsome : and so to the Lie Circumstantial and the Lie Direct. Jaques. And how oft did you say his beard was not well cut ? Touchstone. I durst go no further than the Lie Circumstantial, nor he durst not give me the Lie Direct; and so we measured swords and parted* Jaques. Can you nominate in order now the degrees of the lie ? Touchstone. O sir, we quarrel in print, by the book ; as you have books for good man- ners : 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, the 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 124 Enter Hymen, leading Rosalind in woman's clothes, and Celia. SB thought but of an If, as, ' If you said so, then I said so ; ' and they shook hands and swore brothers. Your If is the only peace-maker ; much virtue in If. Jaques* Is not this a rare fellow, my lord? he's as good at any thing and yet a fool. Duke Senior* He uses his folly like a stalk- ing-horse and under the presentation of that he shoots his wit. Enter HYMEN, ROSALIND, and CELIA. Still Music. Hymen* Then is there mirth in heaven, When earthly things made even Atone together. Good Duke, receive thy daughter : Hymen from heaven brought her, Yea, brought her hither, That thou mightst join her hand with his Whose heart within his bosom is. Rosalind* To you I give myself, for I am yours. To you I give myself, for I am yours. Duke Senior* If there be truth in sight, you are my daughter. Orlando* If there be truth in sight, you are my Rosalind. Phebe* If sight and shape be true, Why then, my love adieu ! Rosalind* I '11 have no father, if you be not he: I '11 have no husband, if you be not he : Nor ne'er wed woman, if you be not she. 125 fiSS N Hymen* Peace, ho ! I bar confusion : 'T is I must make conclusion Of these most strange events : Here f s eight that must take hands To join in Hymen's bands, If truth holds true contents. You and you no cross shall part : You and you are heart in heart : You to his love must accord, Or have a woman to your lord : You and you are sure together, As the winter to foul weather. Whiles a wedlock-hymn we sing, Feed yourselves with questioning ; That reason wonder may diminish, How thus we met, and these things finish. SONG Wedding is great Juno's crown ; O blessed bond of board and bed ! 'T is Hymen peoples every town ; High wedlock then be honoured : Honour, high honour, and renown, To Hymen, god of every town ! Duke Senior, O my dear niece, welcome thou art to me ! Even daughter, welcome, in no less degree. Phebe. I will not eat my word, now thou art mine ; Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine. Enter JAQUES DE BOYS. Jaques de Boys, Let me have audience for a word or two : 126 >st: M ,3X>i II IfST'J I am the second son of old Sir Rowland, That bring these tidings to this fair as- sembly. Duke 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 : And to the skirts of this wild wood he came ; Where meeting with an old religious man, After some question with him, was con- verted Both from his enterprise and from the world ; His crown bequeathing to his banish'd brother, And 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' wed- ding: To 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, That have endured shrewd days and nights with us, Shall share the good of our returned fortune, J27 *«h£. v'^. According to the measure of their states. Meantime, forget this new-fallen dignity, And fall into our rustic revelry. Play, music! And you, brides and bride- grooms all, With measure heap'd in joy, to the meas- ures fall. Jaques. Sir, by your patience. If I heard you rightly, The Duke hath put on a religious life And thrown into neglect the pompous court ? Jaques de Boys. He hath. Jaques. To him will I : out of these con- vertities There is much matter to be heard and learn'd. [To Duke Senior.'] You to your former honour I bequeath; Your patience and your virtue well de- serves it : [To Orlando."] You 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-de- served bed : [To Touchstone.] And you to wrang- ling ; for thy loving voyage Is but for two months victualed. So, to your pleasures : I am for other than for dancing measures. Duke Senior. Stay, Jaques, stay, J28 MSw Jaques* To sec no pastime I : what you would have I '11 stay to know at your abandoned cave. Exit Duke Senior. Proceed, proceed : we will begin these rites, As we do trust they '11 end, in true delights, [A dance. Rosalind* It is not the fashion to see the lady the epilogue; but it is no more un- handsome than to see the lord the prologue. If it be true that good wine needs no bush, 't is true that a good play needs no epilogue : yet 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 to beg will not become me : my way is to conjure you ; and I '11 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 simpering, none of you hates them, — that between you and the women the play may please. If I were a woman I would kiss as J29 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 beards or good faces or sweet breaths will, for my kind offer, when I make curtsy, bid me farewell. Exeunt 130 immmwmtwmi ~*i ^ i im&w$ m im WM$ DM $1®^ «pc>®®« i^wra» JW