As You Like It
by William Shakespeare
Edited by Barbara A. Mowat and Paul Werstine
  with Michael Poston and Rebecca Niles
Folger Shakespeare Library
https://shakespeare.folger.edu/shakespeares-works/as-you-like-it/
Created on Jul 31, 2015, from FDT version 0.9.2

Characters in the Play
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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
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Scene 1
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[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
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[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
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[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
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Scene 1
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[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
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[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
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Scene 1
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[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.
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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.]
