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+As You Like It
+by William Shakespeare
+
+
+Characters in the Play
+======================
+ORLANDO, youngest son of Sir Rowland de Boys
+OLIVER, his elder brother
+SECOND BROTHER, brother to Orlando and Oliver, named Jaques
+ADAM, servant to Oliver and friend to Orlando
+DENNIS, servant to Oliver
+ROSALIND, daughter to Duke Senior
+CELIA, Rosalind's cousin, daughter to Duke Frederick
+TOUCHSTONE, a court Fool
+DUKE FREDERICK, the usurping duke
+CHARLES, wrestler at Duke Frederick's court
+LE BEAU, a courtier at Duke Frederick's court
+Attending Duke Frederick:
+  FIRST LORD
+  SECOND LORD
+DUKE SENIOR, the exiled duke, brother to Duke Frederick
+Lords attending Duke Senior in exile:
+  JAQUES
+  AMIENS
+  FIRST LORD
+  SECOND LORD
+Attending Duke Senior in exile:
+  FIRST PAGE
+  SECOND PAGE
+CORIN, a shepherd
+SILVIUS, a young shepherd in love
+PHOEBE, a disdainful shepherdess
+AUDREY, a goat-keeper
+WILLIAM, a country youth in love with Audrey
+SIR OLIVER MARTEXT, a parish priest
+HYMEN, god of marriage
+Lords, Attendants, Musicians
+
+
+ACT 1
+=====
+
+Scene 1
+=======
+[Enter Orlando and Adam.]
+
+
+ORLANDO  As I remember, Adam, it was upon this
+fashion bequeathed me by will but poor a thousand
+crowns, and, as thou sayst, charged my brother on
+his blessing to breed me well. And there begins my
+sadness. My brother Jaques he keeps at school, and
+report speaks goldenly of his profit. For my part, he
+keeps me rustically at home, or, to speak more
+properly, stays me here at home unkept; for call you
+that "keeping," for a gentleman of my birth, that
+differs not from the stalling of an ox? His horses are
+bred better, for, besides that they are fair with their
+feeding, they are taught their manage and, to that
+end, riders dearly hired. But I, his brother, gain
+nothing under him but growth, for the which his
+animals on his dunghills are as much bound to him
+as I. Besides this nothing that he so plentifully gives
+me, the something that nature gave me his countenance
+seems to take from me. He lets me feed with
+his hinds, bars me the place of a brother, and, as
+much as in him lies, mines my gentility with my
+education. This is it, Adam, that grieves me, and the
+spirit of my father, which I think is within me,
+begins to mutiny against this servitude. I will no
+longer endure it, though yet I know no wise remedy
+how to avoid it.
+
+[Enter Oliver.]
+
+
+ADAM  Yonder comes my master, your brother.
+
+ORLANDO  Go apart, Adam, and thou shalt hear how he
+will shake me up.	[Adam steps aside.]
+
+OLIVER  Now, sir, what make you here?
+
+ORLANDO  Nothing. I am not taught to make anything.
+
+OLIVER  What mar you then, sir?
+
+ORLANDO  Marry, sir, I am helping you to mar that
+which God made, a poor unworthy brother of
+yours, with idleness.
+
+OLIVER  Marry, sir, be better employed, and be naught
+awhile.
+
+ORLANDO  Shall I keep your hogs and eat husks with
+them? What prodigal portion have I spent that I
+should come to such penury?
+
+OLIVER  Know you where you are, sir?
+
+ORLANDO  O, sir, very well: here in your orchard.
+
+OLIVER  Know you before whom, sir?
+
+ORLANDO  Ay, better than him I am before knows me. I
+know you are my eldest brother, and in the gentle
+condition of blood you should so know me. The
+courtesy of nations allows you my better in that you
+are the first-born, but the same tradition takes not
+away my blood, were there twenty brothers betwixt
+us. I have as much of my father in me as you, albeit I
+confess your coming before me is nearer to his
+reverence.
+
+OLIVER, [threatening Orlando]  What, boy!
+
+ORLANDO, [holding off Oliver by the throat]  Come,
+come, elder brother, you are too young in this.
+
+OLIVER  Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain?
+
+ORLANDO  I am no villain. I am the youngest son of Sir
+Rowland de Boys. He was my father, and he is
+thrice a villain that says such a father begot villains.
+Wert thou not my brother, I would not take this
+hand from thy throat till this other had pulled out
+thy tongue for saying so. Thou hast railed on thyself.
+
+ADAM, [coming forward]  Sweet masters, be patient. For
+your father's remembrance, be at accord.
+
+OLIVER, [to Orlando]  Let me go, I say.
+
+ORLANDO  I will not till I please. You shall hear me. My
+father charged you in his will to give me good
+education. You have trained me like a peasant,
+obscuring and hiding from me all gentlemanlike
+qualities. The spirit of my father grows strong in
+me, and I will no longer endure it. Therefore allow
+me such exercises as may become a gentleman, or
+give me the poor allottery my father left me by
+testament. With that I will go buy my fortunes.
+[Orlando releases Oliver.]
+
+OLIVER  And what wilt thou do--beg when that is
+spent? Well, sir, get you in. I will not long be
+troubled with you. You shall have some part of your
+will. I pray you leave me.
+
+ORLANDO  I will no further offend you than becomes
+me for my good.
+
+OLIVER, [to Adam]  Get you with him, you old dog.
+
+ADAM  Is "old dog" my reward? Most true, I have lost
+my teeth in your service. God be with my old
+master. He would not have spoke such a word.
+[Orlando and Adam exit.]
+
+OLIVER  Is it even so? Begin you to grow upon me? I
+will physic your rankness, and yet give no thousand
+crowns neither.--Holla, Dennis!
+
+[Enter Dennis.]
+
+
+DENNIS  Calls your Worship?
+
+OLIVER  Was not Charles, the Duke's wrestler, here to
+speak with me?
+
+DENNIS  So please you, he is here at the door and
+importunes access to you.
+
+OLIVER  Call him in. [Dennis exits.] 'Twill be a good
+way, and tomorrow the wrestling is.
+
+[Enter Charles.]
+
+
+CHARLES  Good morrow to your Worship.
+
+OLIVER  Good Monsieur Charles, what's the new news
+at the new court?
+
+CHARLES  There's no news at the court, sir, but the old
+news. That is, the old duke is banished by his
+younger brother the new duke, and three or four
+loving lords have put themselves into voluntary
+exile with him, whose lands and revenues enrich
+the new duke. Therefore he gives them good leave
+to wander.
+
+OLIVER  Can you tell if Rosalind, the Duke's daughter,
+be banished with her father?
+
+CHARLES  O, no, for the Duke's daughter her cousin so
+loves her, being ever from their cradles bred together,
+that she would have followed her exile or have
+died to stay behind her. She is at the court and no
+less beloved of her uncle than his own daughter,
+and never two ladies loved as they do.
+
+OLIVER  Where will the old duke live?
+
+CHARLES  They say he is already in the Forest of Arden,
+and a many merry men with him; and there they
+live like the old Robin Hood of England. They say
+many young gentlemen flock to him every day and
+fleet the time carelessly, as they did in the golden
+world.
+
+OLIVER  What, you wrestle tomorrow before the new
+duke?
+
+CHARLES  Marry, do I, sir, and I came to acquaint you
+with a matter. I am given, sir, secretly to understand
+that your younger brother Orlando hath a
+disposition to come in disguised against me to try a
+fall. Tomorrow, sir, I wrestle for my credit, and he
+that escapes me without some broken limb shall
+acquit him well. Your brother is but young and
+tender, and for your love I would be loath to foil
+him, as I must for my own honor if he come in.
+Therefore, out of my love to you, I came hither to
+acquaint you withal, that either you might stay him
+from his intendment, or brook such disgrace well
+as he shall run into, in that it is a thing of his own
+search and altogether against my will.
+
+OLIVER  Charles, I thank thee for thy love to me, which
+thou shalt find I will most kindly requite. I had
+myself notice of my brother's purpose herein, and
+have by underhand means labored to dissuade him
+from it; but he is resolute. I'll tell thee, Charles, it is
+the stubbornest young fellow of France, full of
+ambition, an envious emulator of every man's good
+parts, a secret and villainous contriver against me
+his natural brother. Therefore use thy discretion. I
+had as lief thou didst break his neck as his finger.
+And thou wert best look to 't, for if thou dost him
+any slight disgrace, or if he do not mightily grace
+himself on thee, he will practice against thee by
+poison, entrap thee by some treacherous device,
+and never leave thee till he hath ta'en thy life by
+some indirect means or other. For I assure thee--
+and almost with tears I speak it--there is not one so
+young and so villainous this day living. I speak but
+brotherly of him, but should I anatomize him to
+thee as he is, I must blush and weep, and thou must
+look pale and wonder.
+
+CHARLES  I am heartily glad I came hither to you. If he
+come tomorrow, I'll give him his payment. If ever
+he go alone again, I'll never wrestle for prize more.
+And so God keep your Worship.
+
+OLIVER  Farewell, good Charles.	[Charles exits.]
+Now will I stir this gamester. I hope I shall see an
+end of him, for my soul--yet I know not why--
+hates nothing more than he. Yet he's gentle, never
+schooled and yet learned, full of noble device, of all
+sorts enchantingly beloved, and indeed so much in
+the heart of the world, and especially of my own
+people, who best know him, that I am altogether
+misprized. But it shall not be so long; this wrestler
+shall clear all. Nothing remains but that I kindle the
+boy thither, which now I'll go about.
+[He exits.]
+
+Scene 2
+=======
+[Enter Rosalind and Celia.]
+
+
+CELIA  I pray thee, Rosalind, sweet my coz, be merry.
+
+ROSALIND  Dear Celia, I show more mirth than I am
+mistress of, and would you yet I were merrier?
+Unless you could teach me to forget a banished
+father, you must not learn me how to remember
+any extraordinary pleasure.
+
+CELIA  Herein I see thou lov'st me not with the full
+weight that I love thee. If my uncle, thy banished
+father, had banished thy uncle, the Duke my father,
+so thou hadst been still with me, I could have taught
+my love to take thy father for mine. So wouldst thou,
+if the truth of thy love to me were so righteously
+tempered as mine is to thee.
+
+ROSALIND  Well, I will forget the condition of my estate
+to rejoice in yours.
+
+CELIA  You know my father hath no child but I, nor
+none is like to have; and truly, when he dies, thou
+shalt be his heir, for what he hath taken away from
+thy father perforce, I will render thee again in
+affection. By mine honor I will, and when I break
+that oath, let me turn monster. Therefore, my sweet
+Rose, my dear Rose, be merry.
+
+ROSALIND  From henceforth I will, coz, and devise
+sports. Let me see--what think you of falling in
+love?
+
+CELIA  Marry, I prithee do, to make sport withal; but
+love no man in good earnest, nor no further in
+sport neither than with safety of a pure blush thou
+mayst in honor come off again.
+
+ROSALIND  What shall be our sport, then?
+
+CELIA  Let us sit and mock the good housewife Fortune
+from her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be
+bestowed equally.
+
+ROSALIND  I would we could do so, for her benefits are
+mightily misplaced, and the bountiful blind woman
+doth most mistake in her gifts to women.
+
+CELIA  'Tis true, for those that she makes fair she scarce
+makes honest, and those that she makes honest she
+makes very ill-favoredly.
+
+ROSALIND  Nay, now thou goest from Fortune's office to
+Nature's. Fortune reigns in gifts of the world, not in
+the lineaments of nature.
+
+CELIA  No? When Nature hath made a fair creature,
+may she not by fortune fall into the fire?
+
+[Enter Touchstone.]
+
+Though Nature hath given us wit to flout at Fortune,
+hath not Fortune sent in this fool to cut off the
+argument?
+
+ROSALIND  Indeed, there is Fortune too hard for Nature,
+when Fortune makes Nature's natural the
+cutter-off of Nature's wit.
+
+CELIA  Peradventure this is not Fortune's work neither,
+but Nature's, who perceiveth our natural wits too
+dull to reason of such goddesses, and hath sent
+this natural for our whetstone, for always the dullness
+of the fool is the whetstone of the wits. [To
+Touchstone.] How now, wit, whither wander you?
+
+TOUCHSTONE  Mistress, you must come away to your
+father.
+
+CELIA  Were you made the messenger?
+
+TOUCHSTONE  No, by mine honor, but I was bid to come
+for you.
+
+ROSALIND  Where learned you that oath, fool?
+
+TOUCHSTONE  Of a certain knight that swore by his
+honor they were good pancakes, and swore by his
+honor the mustard was naught. Now, I'll stand to it,
+the pancakes were naught and the mustard was
+good, and yet was not the knight forsworn.
+
+CELIA  How prove you that in the great heap of your
+knowledge?
+
+ROSALIND  Ay, marry, now unmuzzle your wisdom.
+
+TOUCHSTONE  Stand you both forth now: stroke your
+chins, and swear by your beards that I am a knave.
+
+CELIA  By our beards (if we had them), thou art.
+
+TOUCHSTONE  By my knavery (if I had it), then I were.
+But if you swear by that that is not, you are not
+forsworn. No more was this knight swearing by his
+honor, for he never had any, or if he had, he had
+sworn it away before ever he saw those pancakes or
+that mustard.
+
+CELIA  Prithee, who is 't that thou mean'st?
+
+TOUCHSTONE  One that old Frederick, your father, loves.
+
+CELIA  My father's love is enough to honor him.
+Enough. Speak no more of him; you'll be whipped
+for taxation one of these days.
+
+TOUCHSTONE  The more pity that fools may not speak
+wisely what wise men do foolishly.
+
+CELIA  By my troth, thou sayest true. For, since the little
+wit that fools have was silenced, the little foolery
+that wise men have makes a great show. Here
+comes Monsieur Le Beau.
+
+[Enter Le Beau.]
+
+
+ROSALIND  With his mouth full of news.
+
+CELIA  Which he will put on us as pigeons feed their
+young.
+
+ROSALIND  Then shall we be news-crammed.
+
+CELIA  All the better. We shall be the more
+marketable.--Bonjour, Monsieur Le Beau. What's
+the news?
+
+LE BEAU  Fair princess, you have lost much good sport.
+
+CELIA  Sport? Of what color?
+
+LE BEAU  What color, madam? How shall I answer you?
+
+ROSALIND  As wit and fortune will.
+
+TOUCHSTONE  Or as the destinies decrees.
+
+CELIA  Well said. That was laid on with a trowel.
+
+TOUCHSTONE  Nay, if I keep not my rank--
+
+ROSALIND  Thou losest thy old smell.
+
+LE BEAU  You amaze me, ladies. I would have told you of
+good wrestling, which you have lost the sight of.
+
+ROSALIND  Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling.
+
+LE BEAU  I will tell you the beginning, and if it please
+your Ladyships, you may see the end, for the best is
+yet to do, and here, where you are, they are coming
+to perform it.
+
+CELIA  Well, the beginning that is dead and buried.
+
+LE BEAU  There comes an old man and his three sons--
+
+CELIA  I could match this beginning with an old tale.
+
+LE BEAU  Three proper young men of excellent growth
+and presence.
+
+ROSALIND  With bills on their necks: "Be it known unto
+all men by these presents."
+
+LE BEAU  The eldest of the three wrestled with Charles,
+the Duke's wrestler, which Charles in a moment
+threw him and broke three of his ribs, that there is
+little hope of life in him. So he served the second,
+and so the third. Yonder they lie, the poor old man
+their father making such pitiful dole over them that
+all the beholders take his part with weeping.
+
+ROSALIND  Alas!
+
+TOUCHSTONE  But what is the sport, monsieur, that the
+ladies have lost?
+
+LE BEAU  Why, this that I speak of.
+
+TOUCHSTONE  Thus men may grow wiser every day. It is
+the first time that ever I heard breaking of ribs was
+sport for ladies.
+
+CELIA  Or I, I promise thee.
+
+ROSALIND  But is there any else longs to see this broken
+music in his sides? Is there yet another dotes upon
+rib-breaking? Shall we see this wrestling, cousin?
+
+LE BEAU  You must if you stay here, for here is the place
+appointed for the wrestling, and they are ready to
+perform it.
+
+CELIA  Yonder sure they are coming. Let us now stay
+and see it.
+
+[Flourish. Enter Duke Frederick, Lords, Orlando,
+Charles, and Attendants.]
+
+
+DUKE FREDERICK  Come on. Since the youth will not be
+entreated, his own peril on his forwardness.
+
+ROSALIND, [to Le Beau]  Is yonder the man?
+
+LE BEAU  Even he, madam.
+
+CELIA  Alas, he is too young. Yet he looks successfully.
+
+DUKE FREDERICK  How now, daughter and cousin? Are
+you crept hither to see the wrestling?
+
+ROSALIND  Ay, my liege, so please you give us leave.
+
+DUKE FREDERICK  You will take little delight in it, I can
+tell you, there is such odds in the man. In pity of the
+challenger's youth, I would fain dissuade him, but
+he will not be entreated. Speak to him, ladies; see if
+you can move him.
+
+CELIA  Call him hither, good Monsieur Le Beau.
+
+DUKE FREDERICK  Do so. I'll not be by.
+[He steps aside.]
+
+LE BEAU, [to Orlando]  Monsieur the challenger, the
+Princess calls for you.
+
+ORLANDO  I attend them with all respect and duty.
+
+ROSALIND  Young man, have you challenged Charles the
+wrestler?
+
+ORLANDO  No, fair princess. He is the general challenger.
+I come but in as others do, to try with him the
+strength of my youth.
+
+CELIA  Young gentleman, your spirits are too bold for
+your years. You have seen cruel proof of this man's
+strength. If you saw yourself with your eyes or knew
+yourself with your judgment, the fear of your adventure
+would counsel you to a more equal enterprise.
+We pray you for your own sake to embrace your
+own safety and give over this attempt.
+
+ROSALIND  Do, young sir. Your reputation shall not
+therefore be misprized. We will make it our suit to
+the Duke that the wrestling might not go forward.
+
+ORLANDO  I beseech you, punish me not with your hard
+thoughts, wherein I confess me much guilty to deny
+so fair and excellent ladies anything. But let your
+fair eyes and gentle wishes go with me to my trial,
+wherein, if I be foiled, there is but one shamed that
+was never gracious; if killed, but one dead that is
+willing to be so. I shall do my friends no wrong, for
+I have none to lament me; the world no injury, for
+in it I have nothing. Only in the world I fill up a
+place which may be better supplied when I have
+made it empty.
+
+ROSALIND  The little strength that I have, I would it
+were with you.
+
+CELIA  And mine, to eke out hers.
+
+ROSALIND  Fare you well. Pray heaven I be deceived in
+you.
+
+CELIA  Your heart's desires be with you.
+
+CHARLES  Come, where is this young gallant that is so
+desirous to lie with his mother Earth?
+
+ORLANDO  Ready, sir; but his will hath in it a more
+modest working.
+
+DUKE FREDERICK, [coming forward]  You shall try but
+one fall.
+
+CHARLES  No, I warrant your Grace you shall not entreat
+him to a second, that have so mightily persuaded
+him from a first.
+
+ORLANDO  You mean to mock me after, you should not
+have mocked me before. But come your ways.
+
+ROSALIND  Now Hercules be thy speed, young man!
+
+CELIA  I would I were invisible, to catch the strong
+fellow by the leg.
+[Orlando and Charles wrestle.]
+
+ROSALIND  O excellent young man!
+
+CELIA  If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who
+should down.
+[Orlando throws Charles. Shout.]
+
+DUKE FREDERICK  No more, no more.
+
+ORLANDO  Yes, I beseech your Grace. I am not yet well
+breathed.
+
+DUKE FREDERICK  How dost thou, Charles?
+
+LE BEAU  He cannot speak, my lord.
+
+DUKE FREDERICK  Bear him away.
+[Charles is carried off by Attendants.]
+What is thy name, young man?
+
+ORLANDO  Orlando, my liege, the youngest son of Sir
+Rowland de Boys.
+
+DUKE FREDERICK
+I would thou hadst been son to some man else.
+The world esteemed thy father honorable,
+But I did find him still mine enemy.
+Thou shouldst have better pleased me with this
+deed
+Hadst thou descended from another house.
+But fare thee well. Thou art a gallant youth.
+I would thou hadst told me of another father.
+[Duke exits with Touchstone, Le Beau,
+Lords, and Attendants.]
+
+CELIA, [to Rosalind]
+Were I my father, coz, would I do this?
+
+ORLANDO
+I am more proud to be Sir Rowland's son,
+His youngest son, and would not change that calling
+To be adopted heir to Frederick.
+
+ROSALIND, [to Celia]
+My father loved Sir Rowland as his soul,
+And all the world was of my father's mind.
+Had I before known this young man his son,
+I should have given him tears unto entreaties
+Ere he should thus have ventured.
+
+CELIA  Gentle cousin,
+Let us go thank him and encourage him.
+My father's rough and envious disposition
+Sticks me at heart.--Sir, you have well deserved.
+If you do keep your promises in love
+But justly, as you have exceeded all promise,
+Your mistress shall be happy.
+
+ROSALIND, [giving Orlando a chain from her neck]
+Gentleman,
+Wear this for me--one out of suits with Fortune,
+That could give more but that her hand lacks
+means.--
+Shall we go, coz?
+
+CELIA  Ay.--Fare you well, fair gentleman.
+
+ORLANDO, [aside]
+Can I not say "I thank you"? My better parts
+Are all thrown down, and that which here stands up
+Is but a quintain, a mere lifeless block.
+
+ROSALIND, [to Celia]
+He calls us back. My pride fell with my fortunes.
+I'll ask him what he would.--Did you call, sir?
+Sir, you have wrestled well and overthrown
+More than your enemies.
+
+CELIA  Will you go, coz?
+
+ROSALIND  Have with you. [To Orlando.] Fare you well.
+[Rosalind and Celia exit.]
+
+ORLANDO
+What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue?
+I cannot speak to her, yet she urged conference.
+O poor Orlando! Thou art overthrown.
+Or Charles or something weaker masters thee.
+
+[Enter Le Beau.]
+
+
+LE BEAU
+Good sir, I do in friendship counsel you
+To leave this place. Albeit you have deserved
+High commendation, true applause, and love,
+Yet such is now the Duke's condition
+That he misconsters all that you have done.
+The Duke is humorous. What he is indeed
+More suits you to conceive than I to speak of.
+
+ORLANDO
+I thank you, sir, and pray you tell me this:
+Which of the two was daughter of the duke
+That here was at the wrestling?
+
+LE BEAU
+Neither his daughter, if we judge by manners,
+But yet indeed the smaller is his daughter.
+The other is daughter to the banished duke,
+And here detained by her usurping uncle
+To keep his daughter company, whose loves
+Are dearer than the natural bond of sisters.
+But I can tell you that of late this duke
+Hath ta'en displeasure 'gainst his gentle niece,
+Grounded upon no other argument
+But that the people praise her for her virtues
+And pity her for her good father's sake;
+And, on my life, his malice 'gainst the lady
+Will suddenly break forth. Sir, fare you well.
+Hereafter, in a better world than this,
+I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.
+
+ORLANDO
+I rest much bounden to you. Fare you well.
+[Le Beau exits.]
+Thus must I from the smoke into the smother,
+From tyrant duke unto a tyrant brother.
+But heavenly Rosalind!
+[He exits.]
+
+Scene 3
+=======
+[Enter Celia and Rosalind.]
+
+
+CELIA  Why, cousin! Why, Rosalind! Cupid have mercy,
+not a word?
+
+ROSALIND  Not one to throw at a dog.
+
+CELIA  No, thy words are too precious to be cast away
+upon curs. Throw some of them at me. Come, lame
+me with reasons.
+
+ROSALIND  Then there were two cousins laid up, when
+the one should be lamed with reasons, and the
+other mad without any.
+
+CELIA  But is all this for your father?
+
+ROSALIND  No, some of it is for my child's father. O,
+how full of briers is this working-day world!
+
+CELIA  They are but burs, cousin, thrown upon thee in
+holiday foolery. If we walk not in the trodden paths,
+our very petticoats will catch them.
+
+ROSALIND  I could shake them off my coat. These burs
+are in my heart.
+
+CELIA  Hem them away.
+
+ROSALIND  I would try, if I could cry "hem" and have
+him.
+
+CELIA  Come, come, wrestle with thy affections.
+
+ROSALIND  O, they take the part of a better wrestler
+than myself.
+
+CELIA  O, a good wish upon you. You will try in time, in
+despite of a fall. But turning these jests out of
+service, let us talk in good earnest. Is it possible on
+such a sudden you should fall into so strong a liking
+with old Sir Rowland's youngest son?
+
+ROSALIND  The Duke my father loved his father dearly.
+
+CELIA  Doth it therefore ensue that you should love his
+son dearly? By this kind of chase I should hate him,
+for my father hated his father dearly. Yet I hate not
+Orlando.
+
+ROSALIND  No, faith, hate him not, for my sake.
+
+CELIA  Why should I not? Doth he not deserve well?
+
+ROSALIND  Let me love him for that, and do you love
+him because I do.
+
+[Enter Duke Frederick with Lords.]
+
+Look, here comes the Duke.
+
+CELIA  With his eyes full of anger.
+
+DUKE FREDERICK, [to Rosalind]
+Mistress, dispatch you with your safest haste,
+And get you from our court.
+
+ROSALIND  Me, uncle?
+
+DUKE FREDERICK  You, cousin.
+Within these ten days if that thou beest found
+So near our public court as twenty miles,
+Thou diest for it.
+
+ROSALIND  I do beseech your Grace,
+Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me.
+If with myself I hold intelligence
+Or have acquaintance with mine own desires,
+If that I do not dream or be not frantic--
+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 banished him.
+Treason is not inherited, my lord,
+Or if we did derive it from our friends,
+What's that to me? My father was no traitor.
+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 stayed her for your sake;
+Else had she with her father ranged along.
+
+CELIA
+I did not then entreat to have her stay.
+It was your pleasure and your own remorse.
+I was too young that time to value her,
+But now I know her. If she be a traitor,
+Why, so am I. We still have slept together,
+Rose at an instant, learned, played, eat together,
+And, wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans
+Still we went coupled and inseparable.
+
+DUKE FREDERICK
+She is too subtle for thee, and her smoothness,
+Her very silence, and her patience
+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 passed upon her. She is banished.
+
+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 honor
+And in the greatness of my word, you die.
+[Duke and Lords exit.]
+
+CELIA
+O my poor Rosalind, whither wilt thou go?
+Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee mine.
+I charge thee, be not thou more grieved than I am.
+
+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 sundered? 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'll 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.
+
+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 curtal-ax upon my thigh,
+A boar-spear in my hand, and in my heart
+Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will,
+We'll have a swashing and a martial outside--
+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'll have no worse a name than Jove's own page,
+And therefore look you call me Ganymede.
+But what will you be called?
+
+CELIA
+Something that hath a reference to my state:
+No longer Celia, but Aliena.
+
+ROSALIND
+But, cousin, what if we assayed to steal
+The clownish fool out of your father's court?
+Would he not be a comfort to our travel?
+
+CELIA
+He'll go along o'er the wide world with me.
+Leave me alone to woo him. Let's away
+And get our jewels and our wealth together,
+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.
+[They exit.]
+
+
+ACT 2
+=====
+
+Scene 1
+=======
+[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 pomp? Are not these woods
+More free from peril than the envious court?
+Here feel we not the penalty of Adam,
+The seasons' difference, as the icy fang
+And churlish chiding of the winter's wind,
+Which when it bites and blows upon my body
+Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say
+"This is no flattery. These are counselors
+That feelingly persuade me what I am."
+Sweet are the uses of adversity,
+Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
+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 everything.
+
+AMIENS
+I would not change it. Happy is your Grace,
+That 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 banished you.
+Today my Lord of Amiens and myself
+Did steal behind him as he lay along
+Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out
+Upon the brook that brawls along this wood;
+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 th' extremest verge of the swift brook,
+Augmenting it with tears.
+
+DUKE SENIOR  But what said Jaques?
+Did he not moralize this spectacle?
+
+FIRST LORD
+O yes, into a thousand similes.
+First, for his weeping into the needless stream:
+"Poor deer," quoth he, "thou mak'st a testament
+As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more
+To that which had too much." Then, being there
+alone,
+Left and abandoned of his velvet friends:
+"'Tis right," quoth he. "Thus misery doth part
+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,
+"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 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'll bring you to him straight.
+[They exit.]
+
+Scene 2
+=======
+[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
+Saw her abed, and in the morning early
+They found the bed untreasured of their mistress.
+
+SECOND LORD
+My lord, the roinish clown at whom so oft
+Your Grace was wont to laugh is also missing.
+Hisperia, the Princess' gentlewoman,
+Confesses that she secretly o'erheard
+Your daughter and her cousin much commend
+The parts and graces of the wrestler
+That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles,
+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.
+I'll make him find him. Do this suddenly,
+And let not search and inquisition quail
+To bring again these foolish runaways.
+[They exit.]
+
+Scene 3
+=======
+[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?
+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 prizer of the humorous duke?
+Your praise is come too swiftly home before you.
+Know you not, master, to some kind of men
+Their graces serve them but as enemies?
+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!
+
+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.
+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 boist'rous sword enforce
+A thievish living on the common road?
+This I must do, or know not what to do;
+Yet this I will not do, do how I can.
+I rather will subject me to the malice
+Of a diverted blood and bloody brother.
+
+ADAM
+But do not so. I have five hundred crowns,
+The thrifty hire I saved under your father,
+Which I did store to be my foster nurse
+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 your servant.
+Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty,
+For in my youth I never did apply
+Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood,
+Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo
+The means of weakness and debility.
+Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,
+Frosty but kindly. Let me go with you.
+I'll do the service of a younger man
+In all your business and necessities.
+
+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.
+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 prun'st a rotten tree
+That cannot 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'll 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 fourscore
+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.
+Yet fortune cannot recompense me better
+Than to die well, and not my master's debtor.
+[They exit.]
+
+Scene 4
+=======
+[Enter Rosalind for Ganymede, Celia for Aliena, and
+Clown, alias 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 disgrace my
+man's apparel and to cry like a woman, but I must
+comfort the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose
+ought to show itself courageous to petticoat. Therefore
+courage, good Aliena.
+
+CELIA  I pray you bear with me. I cannot 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
+travelers must be content.
+
+ROSALIND  Ay, be so, good Touchstone.
+
+[Enter Corin and Silvius.]
+
+Look you who comes here, a young man and an old
+in solemn talk.
+
+[Rosalind, Celia, and Touchstone step aside and
+eavesdrop.]
+
+
+
+CORIN, [to Silvius]
+That is the way to make her scorn you still.
+
+SILVIUS
+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 sighed 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 never love so heartily.
+If thou rememb'rest not the slightest folly
+That ever love did make thee run into,
+Thou hast not loved.
+Or if thou hast not sat as I do now,
+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.
+O Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe!	[He exits.]
+
+ROSALIND
+Alas, poor shepherd, searching of thy wound,
+I have by hard adventure found mine own.
+
+TOUCHSTONE  And I mine. I remember when I was in
+love I broke my sword upon a stone and bid him
+take that for coming a-night to Jane Smile; and I
+remember the kissing of her batler, and the cow's
+dugs that her pretty chopped hands had milked;
+and I remember the wooing of a peascod instead of
+her, from whom I took two cods and, giving her
+them again, said with weeping 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 speak'st 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, [to Corin]  Holla, you clown!
+
+ROSALIND  Peace, fool. He's not thy kinsman.
+
+CORIN  Who calls?
+
+TOUCHSTONE  Your betters, sir.
+
+CORIN  Else are they very wretched.
+
+ROSALIND, [to Touchstone]
+Peace, I say. [As Ganymede, to Corin.]
+ Good even toyou, friend.
+
+CORIN
+And to you, gentle sir, and to you all.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]
+I prithee, shepherd, if that love or gold
+Can in this desert place buy entertainment,
+Bring us where we may rest ourselves and feed.
+Here's a young maid with travel much oppressed,
+And faints for succor.
+
+CORIN  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, [as Ganymede]
+What is he that shall buy his flock and pasture?
+
+CORIN
+That young swain that you saw here but erewhile,
+That little cares for buying anything.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]
+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, [as Aliena]
+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.
+[They exit.]
+
+Scene 5
+=======
+[Enter Amiens, Jaques, and others.]
+
+Song.
+
+AMIENS [sings]
+	   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.
+
+JAQUES  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 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 th'
+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.
+
+
+ALL [together here.]
+	   Who doth ambition shun
+	   And loves to live i' th' sun,
+	   Seeking the food he eats
+	   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'll give you a verse to this note that I made
+yesterday in despite of my invention.
+
+AMIENS  And I'll sing it.
+
+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,
+	An if he will come to me.
+
+AMIENS  What's that "ducdame"?
+
+JAQUES  'Tis a Greek invocation to call fools into a
+circle. I'll go sleep if I can. If I cannot, I'll rail
+against all the first-born of Egypt.
+
+AMIENS  And I'll go seek the Duke. His banquet is
+prepared.
+[They exit.]
+
+Scene 6
+=======
+[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.	[He lies down.]
+
+ORLANDO  Why, how now, Adam? No greater heart in
+thee? Live a little, comfort a little, cheer thyself a
+little. If this uncouth forest yield anything savage, I
+will either be food for it or bring it for food to thee.
+Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers. For my
+sake, be comfortable. Hold death awhile 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 labor. Well said. Thou look'st
+cheerly, and I'll be with thee quickly. Yet thou liest
+in the bleak air. Come, I will bear thee to some
+shelter, and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner if
+there live anything in this desert. Cheerly, good
+Adam.
+[They exit.]
+
+Scene 7
+=======
+[Enter Duke Senior and Lords, like outlaws.]
+
+
+DUKE SENIOR
+I think he be transformed into a beast,
+For I can nowhere find him like a man.
+
+FIRST LORD
+My lord, he is but even now gone hence.
+Here was he merry, hearing of a song.
+
+DUKE SENIOR
+If he, compact of jars, grow musical,
+We shall have shortly discord in the spheres.
+Go seek him. Tell him I would speak with him.
+
+[Enter Jaques.]
+
+
+FIRST LORD
+He saves my labor by his own approach.
+
+DUKE SENIOR, [to Jaques]
+Why, how now, monsieur? What a life is this
+That your poor friends must woo your company?
+What, you look merrily.
+
+JAQUES
+A fool, a fool, I met a fool i' th' forest,
+A motley fool. A miserable world!
+As I do live by food, I met a fool,
+Who laid him down and basked him in the sun
+And railed on Lady Fortune in good terms,
+In good set terms, and yet a motley fool.
+"Good morrow, fool," quoth I. "No, sir," quoth he,
+"Call me not 'fool' till heaven hath sent me
+fortune."
+And then he drew a dial from his poke
+And, looking on it with lack-luster eye,
+Says very wisely "It is ten o'clock.
+Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags.
+'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine,
+And after one hour more 'twill be eleven.
+And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe,
+And then from hour to hour we rot and rot,
+And thereby hangs a tale." When I did hear
+The motley fool thus moral on the time,
+My lungs began to crow like chanticleer
+That fools should be so deep-contemplative,
+And I did laugh sans intermission
+An hour by his dial. O noble fool!
+A worthy fool! Motley's the only wear.
+
+DUKE SENIOR  What fool is this?
+
+JAQUES
+O worthy fool!--One that hath been a courtier,
+And says "If ladies be but young and fair,
+They have the gift to know it." And in his brain,
+Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit
+After a voyage, he hath strange places crammed
+With observation, the which he vents
+In mangled forms. O, that I were a fool!
+I am ambitious for a motley coat.
+
+DUKE SENIOR
+Thou shalt have one.
+
+JAQUES  It is my only suit,
+Provided that you weed your better judgments
+Of all opinion that grows rank in them
+That I am wise. I must have liberty
+Withal, as large a charter as the wind,
+To blow on whom I please, for so fools have.
+And they that are most galled with my folly,
+They most must laugh. And why, sir, must they so?
+The "why" is plain as way to parish church:
+He that a fool doth very wisely hit
+Doth very foolishly, although he smart,
+Not to seem senseless of the bob. If not,
+The wise man's folly is anatomized
+Even by the squand'ring glances of the fool.
+Invest me in my motley. Give me leave
+To speak my mind, and I will through and through
+Cleanse the foul body of th' infected world,
+If they will patiently receive my medicine.
+
+DUKE SENIOR
+Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst do.
+
+JAQUES
+What, for a counter, would I do but good?
+
+DUKE SENIOR
+Most mischievous foul sin in chiding sin;
+For thou thyself hast been a libertine,
+As sensual as the brutish sting itself,
+And all th' embossed sores and headed evils
+That thou with license of free foot hast caught
+Wouldst thou disgorge into the general world.
+
+JAQUES  Why, who cries out on pride
+That can therein tax any private party?
+Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea
+Till that the weary very means do ebb?
+What woman in the city do I name
+When that I say the city-woman bears
+The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders?
+Who can come in and say that I mean her,
+When such a one as she such is her neighbor?
+Or what is he of basest function
+That says his bravery is not on my cost,
+Thinking that I mean him, but therein suits
+His folly to the mettle of my speech?
+There then. How then, what then? Let me see
+wherein
+My tongue hath wronged him. If it do him right,
+Then he hath wronged himself. If he be free,
+Why then my taxing like a wild goose flies
+Unclaimed of any man.
+
+[Enter Orlando, brandishing a sword.]
+
+But who comes here?
+
+ORLANDO  Forbear, and eat no more.
+
+JAQUES  Why, I have eat none yet.
+
+ORLANDO
+Nor shalt not till necessity be served.
+
+JAQUES  Of what kind should this cock come of?
+
+DUKE SENIOR, [to Orlando]
+Art thou thus boldened, man, by thy distress,
+Or else a rude despiser of good manners,
+That in civility thou seem'st so empty?
+
+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, [to Orlando]
+What would you have? Your gentleness shall force
+More than your force move us to gentleness.
+
+ORLANDO
+I almost die for food, and let me have it.
+
+DUKE SENIOR
+Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table.
+
+ORLANDO
+Speak you so gently? Pardon me, I pray you.
+I thought that all things had been savage here,
+And therefore put I on the countenance
+Of stern commandment. But whate'er you are
+That in this desert inaccessible,
+Under the shade of melancholy boughs,
+Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time,
+If ever you have looked on better days,
+If ever been where bells have knolled to church,
+If ever sat at any good man's feast,
+If ever from your eyelids wiped a tear
+And know what 'tis to pity and be pitied,
+Let gentleness my strong enforcement be,
+In the which hope I blush and hide my sword.
+[He sheathes his sword.]
+
+DUKE SENIOR
+True is it that we have seen better days,
+And have with holy bell been knolled to church,
+And sat at good men's feasts and wiped our eyes
+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
+Who after me hath many a weary step
+Limped in pure love. Till he be first sufficed,
+Oppressed with two weak evils, age and hunger,
+I will not touch a bit.
+
+DUKE SENIOR  Go find him out,
+And we will nothing waste till you return.
+
+ORLANDO
+I thank you; and be blessed for your good comfort.
+[He exits.]
+
+DUKE SENIOR
+Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy.
+This wide and universal theater
+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 schoolboy 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,
+Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
+Seeking the bubble reputation
+Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
+In fair round belly with good capon lined,
+With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
+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 everything.
+
+[Enter Orlando, carrying Adam.]
+
+
+DUKE SENIOR
+Welcome. Set down your venerable burden,
+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.
+
+DUKE SENIOR
+Welcome. Fall to. I will not trouble you
+As yet to question you about your fortunes.--
+Give us some music, and, good cousin, sing.
+
+[The Duke and Orlando continue their conversation,
+apart.]
+
+
+Song.
+
+
+AMIENS [sings]
+	   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, 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 heigh-ho, unto the green holly.
+	Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
+	      Then heigh-ho, the holly.
+	      This life is most jolly.
+
+DUKE SENIOR, [to Orlando]
+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 limned 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,
+Thou art right welcome as thy master is.
+[To Lords.] Support him by the arm. [To Orlando.]
+Give me your hand,
+And let me all your fortunes understand.
+[They exit.]
+
+
+ACT 3
+=====
+
+Scene 1
+=======
+[Enter Duke Frederick, Lords, and Oliver.]
+
+
+DUKE FREDERICK, [to Oliver]
+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 wheresoe'er he is.
+Seek him with candle. Bring him, dead or living,
+Within this twelvemonth, or turn thou no more
+To seek a living in our territory.
+Thy lands and all things that thou dost call thine,
+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.
+[They exit.]
+
+Scene 2
+=======
+[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 everywhere.
+Run, run, Orlando, carve on every tree
+The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she.
+[He exits.]
+
+[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 respect that it is solitary, I like it very
+well; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile
+life. Now in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me
+well; but in respect it is not in the court, it is
+tedious. As it is a spare life, look you, it fits my
+humor well; but as there is no more plenty in it, it
+goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy
+in thee, shepherd?
+
+CORIN  No more but that I know the more one sickens,
+the worse at ease he is, and that he that wants
+money, means, and content is without three good
+friends; that 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, shepherd?
+
+CORIN  No, truly.
+
+TOUCHSTONE  Then thou art damned.
+
+CORIN  Nay, I hope.
+
+TOUCHSTONE  Truly, thou art damned, like an ill-roasted
+egg, all on one side.
+
+CORIN  For not being at court? Your reason.
+
+TOUCHSTONE  Why, if thou never wast at court, thou
+never saw'st good manners; if thou never saw'st
+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 ridiculous in the
+country as the behavior of the country is most
+mockable at the court. You told me you salute not at
+the court but you kiss your hands. That courtesy
+would be uncleanly if courtiers were shepherds.
+
+TOUCHSTONE  Instance, briefly. Come, instance.
+
+CORIN  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
+instance, I say. Come.
+
+CORIN  Besides, our hands are hard.
+
+TOUCHSTONE  Your lips will feel them the sooner. Shallow
+again. A more sounder instance. Come.
+
+CORIN  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 worms' meat in
+respect of a good piece of flesh, indeed. Learn of the
+wise and perpend: civet is of a baser birth than tar,
+the very uncleanly flux of a cat. Mend the instance,
+shepherd.
+
+CORIN  You have too courtly a wit for me. I'll 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 laborer. I earn that I eat, get that
+I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness,
+glad of other men's good, content with my harm,
+and the greatest of my pride is to see my ewes graze
+and my lambs suck.
+
+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 cuckoldly ram, out of
+all reasonable match. If thou be'st not damned for
+this, the devil himself will have no shepherds. I
+cannot see else how thou shouldst 'scape.
+
+[Enter Rosalind, as Ganymede.]
+
+
+CORIN  Here comes young Master Ganymede, my new
+mistress's brother.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede, reading a paper]
+	From the east to western Ind
+	No jewel is like Rosalind.
+	Her worth being mounted on the wind,
+	Through all the world bears Rosalind.
+	All the pictures fairest lined
+	Are but black to Rosalind.
+	Let no face be kept in mind
+	But the fair of Rosalind.
+
+TOUCHSTONE  I'll rhyme you so eight years together,
+dinners and suppers and sleeping hours excepted.
+It is the right butter-women's rank to market.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  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.
+	Wintered 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, [as Ganymede]  Peace, you dull fool. I found
+them on a tree.
+
+TOUCHSTONE  Truly, the tree yields bad fruit.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  I'll graft it with you, and
+then I shall graft it with a medlar. Then it will be
+the earliest fruit i' th' country, for you'll be rotten
+ere you be half ripe, and that's the right virtue of
+the medlar.
+
+TOUCHSTONE  You have said, but whether wisely or no,
+let the forest judge.
+
+[Enter Celia, as Aliena, with a writing.]
+
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  Peace. Here comes my sister
+reading. Stand aside.
+
+CELIA, [as Aliena, reads]
+	Why should this a desert be?
+	   For it is unpeopled? No.
+	Tongues I'll hang on every tree
+	   That shall civil sayings show.
+	Some how brief the life of man
+	   Runs his erring pilgrimage,
+	That the stretching of a span
+	   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 filled
+	With all graces wide-enlarged.
+	   Nature presently distilled
+	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, [as Ganymede]  O most gentle Jupiter, what
+tedious homily of love have you wearied your parishioners
+withal, and never cried "Have patience,
+good people!"
+
+CELIA, [as Aliena]  How now?--Back, friends. Shepherd,
+go off a little.--Go with him, sirrah.
+
+TOUCHSTONE  Come, shepherd, let us make an honorable
+retreat, though not with bag and baggage, yet
+with scrip and scrippage.
+[Touchstone and Corin exit.]
+
+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 wondering how thy
+name should be hanged and carved upon these
+trees?
+
+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. [She shows the paper she
+read.] I was never so berhymed 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 color?
+
+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 encounter.
+
+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 wonderful, and after that
+out of all whooping!
+
+ROSALIND  Good my complexion, dost thou think
+though I am caparisoned like a man, I have a
+doublet and hose in my disposition? One inch of
+delay more is a South Sea of discovery. I prithee,
+tell me who is it quickly, and speak apace. I would
+thou couldst stammer, that thou might'st pour this
+concealed man out of thy mouth as wine comes out
+of a narrow-mouthed bottle--either too much at
+once, or none at all. I prithee take the cork out of
+thy mouth, that I may drink thy tidings.
+
+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 mocking. Speak sad
+brow and true maid.
+
+CELIA  I' faith, coz, 'tis he.
+
+ROSALIND  Orlando?
+
+CELIA  Orlando.
+
+ROSALIND  Alas the day, what shall I do with my doublet
+and hose? What did he when thou saw'st 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? Answer me in one word.
+
+CELIA  You must borrow me Gargantua's mouth first.
+'Tis a word too great for any mouth of this age's size.
+To say ay and no to these particulars is more than to
+answer in a catechism.
+
+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
+bring'st 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.
+
+[Enter Orlando and Jaques.]
+
+Soft, comes he not here?
+
+ROSALIND  'Tis he. Slink by, and note him.
+[Rosalind and Celia step aside.]
+
+JAQUES, [to Orlando]  I thank you for your company,
+but, good faith, I had as lief have been myself alone.
+
+ORLANDO  And so had I, but yet, for fashion sake, I
+thank you too for your society.
+
+JAQUES  God be wi' 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 more of my verses with
+reading them ill-favoredly.
+
+JAQUES  Rosalind is your love's name?
+
+ORLANDO  Yes, just.
+
+JAQUES  I do not like her name.
+
+ORLANDO  There was no thought of pleasing 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 goldsmiths' wives and
+conned them out of rings?
+
+ORLANDO  Not so. But I answer you right painted cloth,
+from whence you have studied your questions.
+
+JAQUES  You have a nimble wit. I think 'twas 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.
+
+JAQUES  The worst fault you have is to be in love.
+
+ORLANDO  'Tis 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.	[Jaques exits.]
+
+ROSALIND, [aside to Celia]  I will speak to him like a
+saucy lackey, and under that habit play the knave
+with him. [As Ganymede.] Do you hear, forester?
+
+ORLANDO  Very well. What would you?
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  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, [as Ganymede]  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, [as Ganymede]  By no means, sir. Time
+travels in divers paces with divers persons. I'll 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, [as Ganymede]  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'nnight, time's pace is so hard that it seems the
+length of seven year.
+
+ORLANDO  Who ambles time withal?
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  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, [as Ganymede]  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, [as Ganymede]  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, [as Ganymede]  With this shepherdess, my
+sister, here in the skirts of the forest, like fringe
+upon a petticoat.
+
+ORLANDO  Are you native of this place?
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  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, [as Ganymede]  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 offenses 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, [as Ganymede]  There were none principal.
+They were all like one another as halfpence are,
+every one fault seeming monstrous till his fellow
+fault came to match it.
+
+ORLANDO  I prithee recount some of them.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  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,
+deifying the name of Rosalind. If I could meet
+that fancy-monger, I would give him some 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, [as Ganymede]  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, [as Ganymede]  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 careless desolation. But
+you are no such man. You are rather point-device in
+your accouterments, as loving yourself than seeming
+the lover of any other.
+
+ORLANDO  Fair youth, I would I could make thee believe
+I love.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  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
+wherein Rosalind is so admired?
+
+ORLANDO  I swear to thee, youth, by the white hand of
+Rosalind, I am that he, that unfortunate he.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  But are you so much in love
+as your rhymes speak?
+
+ORLANDO  Neither rhyme nor reason can express how
+much.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  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, [as Ganymede]  Yes, one, and in this manner.
+He was to imagine me his love, his mistress,
+and I set him every day to woo me; at which time
+would I, being but a moonish youth, grieve, be
+effeminate, changeable, longing and liking, proud,
+fantastical, apish, shallow, inconstant, full of tears,
+full of smiles; for every passion something, and for
+no passion truly anything, as boys and women are,
+for the most part, cattle of this color; would now
+like him, now loathe him; then entertain him, then
+forswear him; now weep for him, then spit at him,
+that I drave my suitor from his mad humor of love
+to a living humor of madness, which was to forswear
+the full stream of the world and to live in a
+nook merely monastic. And thus I cured him, and
+this way will I take upon me to wash your liver 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, [as Ganymede]  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, [as Ganymede]  Go with me to it, and I'll
+show it you; and by the way you shall tell me where
+in the forest you live. Will you go?
+
+ORLANDO  With all my heart, good youth.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  Nay, you must call me
+Rosalind.--Come, sister, will you go?
+[They exit.]
+
+Scene 3
+=======
+[Enter Touchstone and Audrey, followed by Jaques.]
+
+
+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-inhabited, worse than
+Jove in a thatched house.
+
+TOUCHSTONE  When a man's verses cannot be understood,
+nor a man's good wit seconded with the
+forward child, understanding, 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'st 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-favored;
+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 therefore 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 hereafter. 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 honorable than the bare brow
+of a bachelor. And by how much defense is better
+than no skill, by so much is a horn more precious
+than to want.
+
+[Enter Sir Oliver Martext.]
+
+Here comes Sir Oliver.--Sir Oliver Martext, you are
+well met. Will you dispatch us here under this tree,
+or shall we go with you to your chapel?
+
+OLIVER MARTEXT  Is there none here to give the
+woman?
+
+TOUCHSTONE  I will not take her on gift of any man.
+
+OLIVER MARTEXT  Truly, she must be given, or the
+marriage is not lawful.
+
+JAQUES, [coming forward]  Proceed, proceed. I'll give
+her.
+
+TOUCHSTONE  Good even, good Monsieur What-you-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  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.
+
+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.
+[Audrey, Touchstone, and Jaques exit.]
+
+OLIVER MARTEXT  'Tis no matter. Ne'er a fantastical
+knave of them all shall flout me out of my calling.
+[He exits.]
+
+Scene 4
+=======
+[Enter Rosalind, dressed as Ganymede, and Celia,
+dressed as Aliena.]
+
+
+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 dissembling color.
+
+CELIA  Something browner than Judas's. Marry, his
+kisses are Judas's own children.
+
+ROSALIND  I' faith, his hair is of a good color.
+
+CELIA  An excellent color. Your chestnut was ever the
+only color.
+
+ROSALIND  And his kissing is as full of sanctity 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 pickpurse nor a horse-stealer,
+but for his verity in love, I do think him as
+concave as a covered goblet or a worm-eaten nut.
+
+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 confirmer 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 me go. But what talk we of fathers when
+there is such a man as Orlando?
+
+CELIA  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 puny tilter that spurs his horse but on
+one side breaks his staff like a noble goose; but all's
+brave that youth mounts and folly guides.
+
+[Enter Corin.]
+
+Who comes here?
+
+CORIN
+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, [as Aliena]  Well, and what of him?
+
+CORIN
+If you will see a pageant truly played
+Between the pale complexion of true love
+And the red glow of scorn and proud disdain,
+Go hence a little, and I shall conduct you
+If you will mark it.
+
+ROSALIND, [aside to Celia]  O come, let us remove.
+The sight of lovers feedeth those in love.
+[As Ganymede, to Corin.]
+Bring us to this sight, andyou shall say
+I'll prove a busy actor in their play.
+[They exit.]
+
+Scene 5
+=======
+[Enter Silvius and Phoebe.]
+
+
+SILVIUS
+Sweet Phoebe, do not scorn me. Do not, Phoebe.
+Say that you love me not, but say not so
+In bitterness. The common executioner,
+Whose heart th' accustomed sight of death makes
+hard,
+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, unobserved, Rosalind as Ganymede, Celia as
+Aliena, and Corin.]
+
+
+PHOEBE
+I would not be thy executioner.
+I fly thee, for I would not injure thee.
+Thou tell'st me there is murder in mine eye.
+'Tis pretty, sure, and very probable
+That eyes, that are the frail'st and softest things,
+Who shut their coward gates on atomies,
+Should be called tyrants, butchers, murderers.
+Now I do frown on thee with all my heart,
+And if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill thee.
+Now counterfeit to swoon; why, now fall down;
+Or if thou canst not, O, for shame, for shame,
+Lie not, to say mine eyes are murderers.
+Now show the wound mine eye hath made in thee.
+Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remains
+Some scar of it. Lean upon a rush,
+The cicatrice and capable impressure
+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.
+
+SILVIUS  O dear Phoebe,
+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.
+
+PHOEBE  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, [as Ganymede, coming forward]
+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
+Of nature's sale-work.--'Od's my little life,
+I think she means to tangle my eyes, too.--
+No, faith, proud mistress, hope not after it.
+'Tis not your inky brows, your black silk hair,
+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. 'Tis such fools as you
+That makes the world full of ill-favored children.
+'Tis not her glass but you that flatters her,
+And out of you she sees herself more proper
+Than any of her lineaments can show her.--
+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.
+
+PHOEBE
+Sweet youth, I pray you chide a year together.
+I had rather hear you chide than this man woo.
+
+ROSALIND[,as Ganymede]  He's fall'n in love with your
+foulness. [(To Silvius.)] And she'll fall in love with
+my anger. If it be so, as fast as she answers thee with
+frowning looks, I'll sauce her with bitter words. [(To
+Phoebe.)] Why look you so upon me?
+
+PHOEBE  For no ill will I bear you.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]
+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,
+'Tis 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.
+[She exits, with Celia and Corin.]
+
+PHOEBE, [aside]
+Dead shepherd, now I find thy saw of might:
+"Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?"
+
+SILVIUS
+Sweet Phoebe--
+
+PHOEBE  Ha, what sayst thou, Silvius?
+
+SILVIUS  Sweet Phoebe, pity me.
+
+PHOEBE
+Why, I am sorry for thee, gentle Silvius.
+
+SILVIUS
+Wherever sorrow is, relief would be.
+If you do sorrow at my grief in love,
+By giving love your sorrow and my grief
+Were both extermined.
+
+PHOEBE
+Thou hast my love. Is not that neighborly?
+
+SILVIUS
+I would have you.
+
+PHOEBE  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'll 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 I'll live upon.
+
+PHOEBE
+Know'st thou the youth that spoke to me erewhile?
+
+SILVIUS
+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.
+
+PHOEBE
+Think not I love him, though I ask for him.
+'Tis 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'll make a proper man. The best thing in him
+Is his complexion; and faster than his tongue
+Did make offense, his eye did heal it up.
+He is not very tall--yet for his years he's tall.
+His leg is but so-so--and yet 'tis well.
+There was a pretty redness in his lip,
+A little riper and more lusty red
+Than that mixed in his cheek: 'twas just the
+difference
+Betwixt the constant red and mingled damask.
+There be some women, Silvius, had they marked
+him
+In parcels as I did, would have gone near
+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 remembered, scorned at me.
+I marvel why I answered not again.
+But that's all one: omittance is no quittance.
+I'll write to him a very taunting letter,
+And thou shalt bear it. Wilt thou, Silvius?
+
+SILVIUS
+Phoebe, with all my heart.
+
+PHOEBE  I'll write it straight.
+The matter's in my head and in my heart.
+I will be bitter with him and passing short.
+Go with me, Silvius.
+[They exit.]
+
+
+ACT 4
+=====
+
+Scene 1
+=======
+[Enter Rosalind as Ganymede, and Celia as Aliena,
+and Jaques.]
+
+
+JAQUES  I prithee, pretty youth, let me be better
+acquainted with thee.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  They say you are a melancholy
+fellow.
+
+JAQUES  I am so. I do love it better than laughing.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  Those that are in extremity
+of either are abominable fellows and betray
+themselves to every modern censure worse than
+drunkards.
+
+JAQUES  Why, 'tis good to be sad and say nothing.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  Why then, 'tis good to be a
+post.
+
+JAQUES  I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which
+is emulation; nor the musician's, which is fantastical;
+nor the courtier's, which is proud; nor the
+soldier's, which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's,
+which is politic; nor the lady's, which is nice; nor
+the lover's, which is all these; but it is a melancholy
+of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted
+from many objects, and indeed the sundry
+contemplation of my travels, in which my often
+rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  A traveller. 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, [as Ganymede]  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.
+
+[Enter Orlando.]
+
+
+ORLANDO
+Good day and happiness, dear Rosalind.
+
+JAQUES  Nay then, God be wi' you, an you talk in blank
+verse.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  Farewell, Monsieur Traveller.
+Look you lisp and wear strange suits, disable all
+the benefits of your own country, be out of love with
+your nativity, and almost chide God for making you
+that countenance you are, or I will scarce think you
+have swam in a gondola.
+[Jaques exits.]
+Why, how now, Orlando, 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 within an hour of
+my promise.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  Break an hour's promise in
+love? He that will divide a minute into a thousand
+parts and break but a part of the thousand part of a
+minute in the affairs of love, it may be said of him
+that Cupid hath clapped him o' th' shoulder, but I'll
+warrant him heart-whole.
+
+ORLANDO  Pardon me, dear Rosalind.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  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, [as Ganymede]  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 destiny with him.
+
+ORLANDO  What's that?
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  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 hornmaker, and my Rosalind is
+virtuous.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  And I am your Rosalind.
+
+CELIA, [as Aliena]  It pleases him to call you so, but he
+hath a Rosalind of a better leer than you.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede, to Orlando]  Come, woo me,
+woo me, for now I am in a holiday humor, and like
+enough to consent. What would you say to me now
+an I were your very, very Rosalind?
+
+ORLANDO  I would kiss before I spoke.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  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, [as Ganymede]  Then she puts you to entreaty,
+and there begins new matter.
+
+ORLANDO  Who could be out, being before his beloved
+mistress?
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  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, [as Ganymede]  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, [as Ganymede]  Well, in her person I say I
+will not have you.
+
+ORLANDO  Then, in mine own person I die.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  No, faith, die by attorney.
+The poor world is almost six thousand years old,
+and in all this time there was not any man died in
+his own person, videlicet, in a love cause. Troilus
+had his brains dashed out with a 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 Hellespont
+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 Rosalind of this
+mind, for I protest her frown might kill me.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  By this hand, it will not kill a
+fly. But come; now I will be your Rosalind in a more
+coming-on disposition, and ask me what you will, I
+will grant it.
+
+ORLANDO  Then love me, Rosalind.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  Yes, faith, will I, Fridays and
+Saturdays and all.
+
+ORLANDO  And wilt thou have me?
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  Ay, and twenty such.
+
+ORLANDO  What sayest thou?
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  Are you not good?
+
+ORLANDO  I hope so.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  Why then, can one desire
+too much of a good thing?--Come, sister, you shall
+be the priest and marry us.--Give me your hand,
+Orlando.--What do you say, sister?
+
+ORLANDO, [to Celia]  Pray thee marry us.
+
+CELIA, [as Aliena]  I cannot say the words.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  You must begin "Will you,
+Orlando--"
+
+CELIA, [as Aliena]  Go to.--Will you, Orlando, have to
+wife this Rosalind?
+
+ORLANDO  I will.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  Ay, but when?
+
+ORLANDO  Why now, as fast as she can marry us.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  Then you must say "I take
+thee, Rosalind, for wife."
+
+ORLANDO  I take thee, Rosalind, for wife.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  I might ask you for your
+commission, but I do take thee, Orlando, for my
+husband. There's a girl goes before the priest, and
+certainly a woman's thought runs before her
+actions.
+
+ORLANDO  So do all thoughts. They are winged.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  Now tell me how long you
+would have her after you have possessed her?
+
+ORLANDO  Forever and a day.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  Say "a day" without the
+"ever." No, no, Orlando, men are April when they
+woo, December when they wed. Maids are May
+when they are maids, but the sky changes when
+they are wives. I will be more jealous of thee than a
+Barbary cock-pigeon over his hen, more clamorous
+than a parrot against rain, more newfangled than
+an ape, more giddy in my desires than a monkey. I
+will weep for nothing, like Diana in the fountain,
+and I will do that when you are disposed to be
+merry. I will laugh like a hyena, and that when thou
+art inclined to sleep.
+
+ORLANDO  But will my Rosalind do so?
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  By my life, she will do as I
+do.
+
+ORLANDO  O, but she is wise.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  Or else she could not have
+the wit to do this. The wiser, the waywarder. Make
+the doors upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the
+casement. Shut that, and 'twill out at the keyhole.
+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, [as Ganymede]  Nay, you might keep that
+check for it till you met your wife's wit going to
+your neighbor's bed.
+
+ORLANDO  And what wit could wit have to excuse that?
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  Marry, to say she came to
+seek you there. You shall never take her without 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.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  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, [as Ganymede]  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. 'Tis but one cast away, and
+so, come, death. Two o'clock is your hour?
+
+ORLANDO  Ay, sweet Rosalind.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  By my troth, and in good
+earnest, 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, [as Ganymede]  Well, time is the old justice
+that examines all such offenders, and let time try.
+Adieu.
+[Orlando exits.]
+
+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.
+
+ROSALIND  O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that thou
+didst know how many fathom deep I am in love. But
+it cannot be sounded; my affection hath an
+unknown bottom, like the Bay of Portugal.
+
+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
+everyone's eyes because his own are out, let him be
+judge how deep I am in love. I'll tell thee, Aliena, I
+cannot be out of the sight of Orlando. I'll go find a
+shadow and sigh till he come.
+
+CELIA  And I'll sleep.
+[They exit.]
+
+Scene 2
+=======
+[Enter Jaques and Lords, like foresters.]
+
+
+JAQUES  Which is he that killed the deer?
+
+FIRST LORD  Sir, it was I.
+
+JAQUES, [to the other Lords]  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?
+
+SECOND LORD  Yes, sir.
+
+JAQUES  Sing it. 'Tis no matter how it be in tune, so it
+make noise enough.
+
+Music. Song.
+
+
+SECOND LORD [sings]
+	What shall he have that killed the deer?
+	His leather skin and horns to wear.
+	   Then sing him home.
+
+[The rest shall bear this burden:]
+
+
+	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.
+[They exit.]
+
+Scene 3
+=======
+[Enter Rosalind dressed as Ganymede and Celia
+dressed as Aliena.]
+
+
+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.
+
+[Enter Silvius.]
+
+Look who comes here.
+
+SILVIUS, [to Rosalind]
+My errand is to you, fair youth.
+My gentle Phoebe did bid me give you this.
+[He gives Rosalind a paper.]
+I know not the contents, but as I guess
+By the stern brow and waspish action
+Which she did use as she was writing of it,
+It bears an angry tenor. Pardon me.
+I am but as a guiltless messenger.
+[Rosalind reads the letter.]
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]
+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.
+
+SILVIUS
+No, I protest. I know not the contents.
+Phoebe did write it.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  Come, come, you are a
+fool,
+And turned into the extremity of love.
+I saw her hand. She has a leathern hand,
+A freestone-colored hand. I verily did think
+That her old gloves were on, but 'twas her hands.
+She has a huswife's hand--but that's no matter.
+I say she never did invent this letter.
+This is a man's invention, and his hand.
+
+SILVIUS  Sure it is hers.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]
+Why, 'tis a boisterous and a cruel style,
+A style for challengers. Why, she defies me
+Like Turk to Christian. Women's gentle brain
+Could not drop forth such giant-rude invention,
+Such Ethiop words, blacker in their effect
+Than in their countenance. Will you hear the letter?
+
+SILVIUS
+So please you, for I never heard it yet,
+Yet heard too much of Phoebe's cruelty.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]
+She Phoebes me. Mark how the tyrant writes.
+[Read.]
+	Art thou god to shepherd turned,
+	That a maiden's heart hath burned?
+Can a woman rail thus?
+
+SILVIUS  Call you this railing?
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]
+[Read.]
+	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 chid 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'll study how to die.
+
+SILVIUS  Call you this chiding?
+
+CELIA, [as Aliena]  Alas, poor shepherd.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  Do you pity him? No, he
+deserves no pity.--Wilt thou love such a woman?
+What, to make thee an instrument and play false
+strains upon thee? Not to be endured. Well, go your
+way to her, for I see love hath made thee a tame
+snake, and say this to her: that if she 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.	[Silvius exits.]
+
+[Enter Oliver.]
+
+
+OLIVER
+Good morrow, fair ones. Pray you, if you know,
+Where in the purlieus of this forest stands
+A sheepcote fenced about with olive trees?
+
+CELIA, [as Aliena]
+West of this place, down in the neighbor 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 favor, and bestows himself
+Like a ripe sister; the woman low
+And browner than her brother." Are not you
+The owner of the house I did inquire for?
+
+CELIA, [as Aliena]
+It is no boast, being asked, 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?
+[He shows a stained handkerchief.]
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]
+I am. 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 stained.
+
+CELIA, [as Aliena]  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 befell. He threw his eye aside--
+And mark what object did present itself:
+Under an old oak, whose boughs were mossed with
+age
+And high top bald with dry antiquity,
+A wretched, ragged man, o'ergrown with hair,
+Lay sleeping on his back. About his neck
+A green and gilded snake had wreathed itself,
+Who with her head, nimble in threats, approached
+The opening of his mouth. But suddenly,
+Seeing Orlando, it unlinked itself
+And, with indented glides, did slip away
+Into a bush, under which bush's shade
+A lioness, with udders all drawn dry,
+Lay couching, head on ground, with catlike watch
+When that the sleeping man should stir--for 'tis
+The royal disposition of that beast
+To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead.
+This seen, Orlando did approach the man
+And found it was his brother, his elder brother.
+
+CELIA, [as Aliena]
+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, [as Ganymede]
+But to Orlando: did he leave him there,
+Food to the sucked 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.
+
+CELIA, [as Aliena]  Are you his brother?
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  Was 't you he rescued?
+
+CELIA, [as Aliena]
+Was 't you that did so oft contrive to kill him?
+
+OLIVER
+'Twas I, but 'tis not I. I do not shame
+To tell you what I was, since my conversion
+So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]
+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 faints.]
+
+CELIA, [as Aliena]
+Why, how now, Ganymede, sweet Ganymede?
+
+OLIVER
+Many will swoon when they do look on blood.
+
+CELIA, [as Aliena]
+There is more in it.--Cousin Ganymede.
+
+OLIVER  Look, he recovers.
+
+ROSALIND  I would I were at home.
+
+CELIA, [as Aliena]  We'll lead you thither.--I pray you,
+will you take him by the arm?
+
+OLIVER, [helping Rosalind to rise]  Be of good cheer,
+youth. You a man? You lack a man's heart.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  I do so, I confess it. Ah,
+sirrah, a body would think this was well-counterfeited.
+I pray you tell your brother how well I
+counterfeited. Heigh-ho.
+
+OLIVER  This was not counterfeit. There is too great
+testimony in your complexion that it was a passion
+of earnest.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  Counterfeit, I assure you.
+
+OLIVER  Well then, take a good heart, and counterfeit to
+be a man.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  So I do; but, i' faith, I should
+have been a woman by right.
+
+CELIA, [as Aliena]  Come, you look paler and paler. Pray
+you draw homewards.--Good sir, go with us.
+
+OLIVER
+That will I, for I must bear answer back
+How you excuse my brother, Rosalind.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  I shall devise something.
+But I pray you commend my counterfeiting to him.
+Will you go?
+[They exit.]
+
+
+ACT 5
+=====
+
+Scene 1
+=======
+[Enter Touchstone and Audrey.]
+
+
+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.
+
+[Enter William.]
+
+Here comes the man you mean.
+
+TOUCHSTONE  It is meat and drink to me to see a clown.
+By my troth, we that have good wits have much to
+answer for. We shall be flouting. We cannot hold.
+
+WILLIAM  Good ev'n, Audrey.
+
+AUDREY  God gi' good ev'n, William.
+
+WILLIAM, [to Touchstone]  And good ev'n to you, sir.
+
+TOUCHSTONE  Good ev'n, gentle friend. Cover thy head,
+cover thy head. Nay, prithee, 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' th' forest here?
+
+WILLIAM  Ay, sir, I thank God.
+
+TOUCHSTONE  "Thank God." A good answer. 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 sayst well. I do now remember
+a saying: "The fool doth think he is wise, but the
+wise man knows himself to be a fool." The heathen
+philosopher, 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.
+
+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 rhetoric 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 perishest; or,
+to thy better understanding, diest; or, to wit, I kill
+thee, make thee away, translate thy life into death,
+thy liberty into bondage. I will deal in poison with
+thee, or in bastinado, or in steel. I will bandy with
+thee in faction. I will o'errun thee with policy. I
+will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways. Therefore
+tremble and depart.
+
+AUDREY  Do, good William.
+
+WILLIAM, [to Touchstone]  God rest you merry, sir.
+[He exits.]
+
+[Enter Corin.]
+
+
+CORIN  Our master and mistress seeks you. Come away,
+away.
+
+TOUCHSTONE  Trip, Audrey, trip, Audrey.--I attend, I
+attend.
+[They exit.]
+
+Scene 2
+=======
+[Enter Orlando, with his arm in a sling, and Oliver.]
+
+
+ORLANDO  Is 't possible that on so little acquaintance
+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 acquaintance, 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.
+
+[Enter Rosalind, as Ganymede.]
+
+
+ORLANDO  You have my consent. Let your wedding be
+tomorrow. Thither will I invite the Duke and all 's
+contented followers. Go you and prepare Aliena,
+for, look you, here comes my Rosalind.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede, to Oliver]  God save you,
+brother.
+
+OLIVER  And you, fair sister.	[He exits.]
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  O my dear Orlando, how it
+grieves me to see thee wear thy heart in a scarf.
+
+ORLANDO  It is my arm.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  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, [as Ganymede]  Did your brother tell you
+how I counterfeited to swoon when he showed me
+your handkercher?
+
+ORLANDO  Ay, and greater wonders than that.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  O, I know where you are.
+Nay, 'tis true. There was never anything so sudden
+but the fight of two rams, and Caesar's thrasonical
+brag of "I came, saw, and overcame." For your
+brother and my sister no sooner met but they
+looked, no sooner looked but they loved, no sooner
+loved but they sighed, no sooner sighed but they
+asked one another the reason, no sooner knew the
+reason but they sought the remedy; and in these
+degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage,
+which they will climb incontinent, or else be incontinent
+before marriage. They are in the very wrath
+of love, and they will together. Clubs cannot part
+them.
+
+ORLANDO  They shall be married tomorrow, 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 tomorrow
+be at the height of heart-heaviness by how much I
+shall think my brother happy in having what he
+wishes for.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  Why, then, tomorrow I cannot
+serve your turn for Rosalind?
+
+ORLANDO  I can live no longer by thinking.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  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 labor
+for a greater esteem than may in some little measure
+draw a belief from you to do yourself good, and
+not to grace me. Believe then, if you please, that I
+can do strange things. I have, since I was three year
+old, conversed with a magician, most profound in
+his art and yet not damnable. If you do love Rosalind
+so near the heart as your gesture cries it out,
+when your brother marries Aliena shall you marry
+her. I know into what straits of fortune she is
+driven, and it is not impossible to me, if it appear
+not inconvenient to you, to set her before your eyes
+tomorrow, human as she is, and without any
+danger.
+
+ORLANDO  Speak'st thou in sober meanings?
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  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 tomorrow, you shall, and to
+Rosalind, if you will.
+
+[Enter Silvius and Phoebe.]
+
+Look, here comes a lover of mine and a lover of
+hers.
+
+PHOEBE, [to Rosalind]
+Youth, you have done me much ungentleness
+To show the letter that I writ to you.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]
+I care not if I have. It is my study
+To seem despiteful and ungentle to you.
+You are there followed by a faithful shepherd.
+Look upon him, love him; he worships you.
+
+PHOEBE, [to Silvius]
+Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love.
+
+SILVIUS
+It is to be all made of sighs and tears,
+And so am I for Phoebe.
+
+PHOEBE  And I for Ganymede.
+
+ORLANDO  And I for Rosalind.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  And I for no woman.
+
+SILVIUS
+It is to be all made of faith and service,
+And so am I for Phoebe.
+
+PHOEBE  And I for Ganymede.
+
+ORLANDO  And I for Rosalind.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  And I for no woman.
+
+SILVIUS
+It is to be all made of fantasy,
+All made of passion and all made of wishes,
+All adoration, duty, and observance,
+All humbleness, all patience and impatience,
+All purity, all trial, all observance,
+And so am I for Phoebe.
+
+PHOEBE  And so am I for Ganymede.
+
+ORLANDO  And so am I for Rosalind.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  And so am I for no
+woman.
+
+PHOEBE
+If this be so, why blame you me to love you?
+
+SILVIUS
+If this be so, why blame you me to love you?
+
+ORLANDO
+If this be so, why blame you me to love you?
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  Why do you speak too,
+"Why blame you me to love you?"
+
+ORLANDO  To her that is not here, nor doth not hear.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]  Pray you, no more of this.
+'Tis like the howling of Irish wolves against the
+moon. [(To Silvius.)] I will help you if I can. [(To
+Phoebe.)] I would love you if I could.--Tomorrow
+meet me all together. [(To Phoebe.)] I will marry
+you if ever I marry woman, and I'll be married
+tomorrow. [(To Orlando.)] I will satisfy you if ever I
+satisfy man, and you shall be married tomorrow.
+[(To Silvius.)] I will content you, if what pleases you
+contents you, and you shall be married tomorrow.
+[(To Orlando.)] As you love Rosalind, meet. [(To
+Silvius.)] As you love Phoebe, meet.--And as I love
+no woman, I'll meet. So fare you well. I have left
+you commands.
+
+SILVIUS  I'll not fail, if I live.
+
+PHOEBE  Nor I.
+
+ORLANDO  Nor I.
+[They exit.]
+
+Scene 3
+=======
+[Enter Touchstone and Audrey.]
+
+
+TOUCHSTONE  Tomorrow is the joyful day, Audrey. Tomorrow
+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.
+
+[Enter two Pages.]
+
+Here come two of the banished duke's 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' th' middle.
+[They sit.]
+
+FIRST PAGE  Shall we clap into 't roundly, without
+hawking or spitting or saying we are hoarse, which
+are the only prologues to a bad voice?
+
+SECOND PAGE  I' faith, i' faith, and both in a tune like
+two gypsies on a horse.
+
+Song.
+
+
+PAGES [sing]
+	It was a lover and his lass,
+	   With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no,
+	That o'er the green cornfield did pass
+	   In springtime, the only pretty ring time,
+	When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding.
+	Sweet lovers love the spring.
+
+	Between the acres of the rye,
+	   With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no,
+	These pretty country folks would lie
+	   In springtime, the only pretty ring time,
+	When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding.
+	Sweet lovers love the spring.
+
+	This carol they began that hour,
+	   With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no,
+	How that a life was but a flower
+	   In springtime, the only pretty ring time,
+	When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding.
+	Sweet lovers love the spring.
+
+	And therefore take the present time,
+	   With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no,
+	For love is crowned with the prime,
+	   In springtime, the only pretty ring time,
+	When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding.
+	Sweet lovers love the spring.
+
+TOUCHSTONE  Truly, young gentlemen, though there
+was no great matter in the ditty, yet the note was
+very untunable.
+
+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.
+[They rise and exit.]
+
+Scene 4
+=======
+[Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, Jaques, Orlando, Oliver,
+and Celia as Aliena.]
+
+
+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,
+As those that fear they hope, and know they fear.
+
+[Enter Rosalind as Ganymede, Silvius, and Phoebe.]
+
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]
+Patience once more whiles our compact is urged.
+[To Duke.] You say, if I bring in your Rosalind,
+You will bestow her on Orlando here?
+
+DUKE SENIOR
+That would I, had I kingdoms to give with her.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede, to Orlando]
+And you say you will have her when I bring her?
+
+ORLANDO
+That would I, were I of all kingdoms king.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede, to Phoebe]
+You say you'll marry me if I be willing?
+
+PHOEBE
+That will I, should I die the hour after.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]
+But if you do refuse to marry me,
+You'll give yourself to this most faithful shepherd?
+
+PHOEBE  So is the bargain.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede, to Silvius]
+You say that you'll have Phoebe if she will?
+
+SILVIUS
+Though to have her and death were both one thing.
+
+ROSALIND, [as Ganymede]
+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 you your word, Phoebe, that you'll marry me,
+Or else, refusing me, to wed this shepherd.--
+Keep your word, Silvius, that you'll marry her
+If she refuse me. And from hence I go
+To make these doubts all even.
+[Rosalind and Celia exit.]
+
+DUKE SENIOR
+I do remember in this shepherd boy
+Some lively touches of my daughter's favor.
+
+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 tutored 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.
+
+JAQUES, [to Duke]  Good my lord, bid him welcome.
+This is the motley-minded gentleman that I have so
+often met in the forest. He hath been a courtier, he
+swears.
+
+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 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.
+
+JAQUES  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-favored thing, sir, but mine own. A poor
+humor of mine, sir, to take that that no man else
+will. Rich honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor
+house, as your pearl in your foul oyster.
+
+DUKE SENIOR  By my faith, he is very swift and
+sententious.
+
+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 removed.--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 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
+quarrelsome," 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 manners. I will name you
+the degrees: the first, "the retort courteous"; the
+second, "the quip modest"; the third, "the reply
+churlish"; the fourth, "the reproof valiant"; the
+fifth, "the countercheck quarrelsome"; the sixth,
+"the lie with circumstance"; the seventh, "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
+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 peacemaker: much virtue in
+"if."
+
+JAQUES, [to Duke]  Is not this a rare fellow, my lord?
+He's as good at anything and yet a fool.
+
+DUKE SENIOR  He uses his folly like a stalking-horse,
+and under 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 Duke]
+To you I give myself, for I am yours.
+[To Orlando.] To you I give myself, for I am yours.
+
+DUKE SENIOR
+If there be truth in sight, you are my daughter.
+
+ORLANDO
+If there be truth in sight, you are my Rosalind.
+
+PHOEBE
+If sight and shape be true,
+Why then, my love adieu.
+
+ROSALIND, [to Duke]
+I'll have no father, if you be not he.
+[To Orlando.] I'll have no husband, if you be not he,
+[To Phoebe.] Nor ne'er wed woman, if you be not
+she.
+
+HYMEN
+	Peace, ho! I bar confusion.
+	'Tis I must make conclusion
+	   Of these most strange events.
+	Here's eight that must take hands
+	To join in Hymen's bands,
+	   If truth holds true contents.
+[To Rosalind and Orlando.]
+	You and you no cross shall part.
+[To Celia and Oliver.]
+	You and you are heart in heart.
+[To Phoebe.]
+	You to his love must accord
+	Or have a woman to your lord.
+[To Audrey and Touchstone.]
+	You and you are sure together
+	As the winter to foul weather.
+[To All.]
+	Whiles a wedlock hymn we sing,
+	Feed yourselves with questioning,
+	That reason wonder may diminish
+	How thus we met, and these things finish.
+
+Song.
+
+
+	Wedding is great Juno's crown,
+	   O blessed bond of board and bed.
+	'Tis Hymen peoples every town.
+	   High wedlock then be honored.
+	Honor, high honor, and renown
+	To Hymen, god of every town.
+
+
+DUKE SENIOR, [to Celia]
+O my dear niece, welcome thou art to me,
+Even daughter, welcome in no less degree.
+
+PHOEBE, [to Silvius]
+I will not eat my word. Now thou art mine,
+Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine.
+
+[Enter Second Brother, Jaques de Boys.]
+
+
+SECOND BROTHER
+Let me have audience for a word or two.
+I am the second son of old Sir Rowland,
+That bring these tidings to this fair assembly.
+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 converted
+Both from his enterprise and from the world,
+His crown bequeathing to his banished 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' wedding:
+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
+According to the measure of their states.
+Meantime, forget this new-fall'n dignity,
+And fall into our rustic revelry.--
+Play, music.--And you brides and bridegrooms all,
+With measure heaped in joy to th' measures fall.
+
+JAQUES, [to Second Brother]
+Sir, by your patience: if I heard you rightly,
+The Duke hath put on a religious life
+And thrown into neglect the pompous court.
+
+SECOND BROTHER  He hath.
+
+JAQUES
+To him will I. Out of these convertites
+There is much matter to be heard and learned.
+[To Duke.] You to your former honor I bequeath;
+Your patience and your virtue well deserves 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-deserved bed.
+[To Touchstone.] And you to wrangling, for thy
+loving voyage
+Is but for two months victualled.--So to your
+pleasures.
+I am for other than for dancing measures.
+
+DUKE SENIOR  Stay, Jaques, stay.
+
+JAQUES
+To see no pastime, I. What you would have
+I'll stay to know at your abandoned cave.	[He exits.]
+
+DUKE SENIOR
+Proceed, proceed. We'll begin these rites,
+As we do trust they'll end, in true delights.
+[Dance. All but Rosalind exit.]
+
+EPILOGUE.
+=========
+
+ROSALIND  It is not the fashion to see the lady the
+epilogue, but it is no more unhandsome than to see
+the lord the prologue. If it be true that good wine
+needs no bush, 'tis true that a good play needs no
+epilogue. 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'll begin with the
+women. I charge you, O women, for the love you
+bear to men, to like as much of this play as please
+you. And I charge you, O men, for the love you bear
+to women--as I perceive by your 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 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.
+[She exits.]
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