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AS YOU LIKE IT.
Doke, living in exile.
SIR OLIVER MAR-TEXT, a Vicar FREDERICK, brother to the Duke, and Usurper of Corin,
his dominions. AMIENS, Lords, attending upon the Duke in his WILLIAM, a country Fellow, in lore with Audrey JAQUES, S banishment.
A Person representing Hymen.
ROSALIND, Daughter to the banished Duke. OLIVER,
Celia, Daughter to Frederick.
AUDREY, a country Girl.
Lords belonging to the two Dukes; Pages, Forest Touchstone, a Clown.
ers, and other Attendants. The SCENE lies, first, near Oliver's House; afterwards, partly in the Usurper's Court, and
partly in the Forest of Arden.
SCENE I.-An Orchard, near Oliver's House.
Adam. Yonder comes my master, your brother Enter ORLANDO and ADAM.
Orl. Go apart, Adam, and thou shalt hear how Orl. As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fash- he will shake me up. ion bequeath'd me: By will, but a poor thousand
Oli. Now, sir, what make you here ?' crowns; and, as thou say'st, charged my brother,
Orl.'Nothing: I am not taught to make any thing on his blessing, to breed me well: and there begins
Oli. What mar you then, sir? my sadness. My brother Jaques he keeps at
Orl. Marry, sir, I am helping you to mar that school, and report speaks goldenly of his profit: which God made, a poor unworthy brother of yours, for my part, he keeps me rustically at home, or, to with idleness. speak more properly, stays me here at home un
Oli. Marry, sir, be better employ'd, and be naught kept: For call you that keeping for a gentleman of awhile. my birth, that differs not from the stalling of an ox?
Orl. Shall I keep your hogs, and eat husks with His horses are bred better; for, besides that they them? What prodigal portion have I spent, that are fair with their feeding, they are taught their I should come to such penury? manage, and to that end riders dearly hired: but
Oli. Know you where you are, sir ? 1, his brother, gain nothing under him but growth; Orl. O, sir, very well: here in your orchard. for the which his animals on his dunghills are as
Oli. Know you before whom, sir? much bound to him as I. Besides this nothing that Orl. Ay, better than he I am before knows me. he so plentifully gives me, the something that I know you are my eldest brother; and, in the nature gave me, his countenance seems to take gentle condition of blood, you should so know me: from me: he lets me feed with his hinds, bars me The courtesy of nations allows you my better, in the place of a brother, and, as much as in him lies, that you are the first-born; but the same tradition mines my gentility with my education. This is it, takes not away my blood, were there twenty Adam, that grieves me; and the spirit of my father, brothers betwixt us: I have as much of my father which I think is within me, begins to mutiny in me, as you; albeit, I confess, your coming before against this servitude: I will no longer endure it,
me is nearer to his reverence. though ya I know no wise remedy how to avoid it.
1 What do you here?
Oli. What, boy!
Cha. They say he is already in the forest of Orl. Come, come, elder brother, you are too Arden, and á many merry men with him; and young in this.
there they live like the old Robin Hood of Enge Oli. Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain? land: they say, many young gentlemen flock to
Orl. I am no villain : I am the youngest son him every day; and fleet the time carelessly, as they of sir Rowland de Bois; he was my father, and he did in the golden world. is thrice a villain, that says such a father begot Oli. What, you wrestle to-morrow before the villains: Wert thou not my brother, I would not
new duke? take this hand from thy throat, till this other had Cha. Marry, do I, sir; and I came to acquaint pulled out thy tongue for saying so; thou hast railed you with a matter. I am given, sir, secretly to un. on thyself.
derstand, that your younger brother, Orlando, bath Adam. Sweet masters, be patient; for your fa- a disposition to come in disguis'd against me to try ther's remembrance, be at accord.
a fall: To-morrow, sir, I wrestle for my credit; Oli. Let me go, I say.
and he that escapes me without some broken limb, Orl. I will not, till I please: you shall hear me. shall acquit him well. Your brother is but young, My father charged you in his will to give me good and tender ; and, for your love, I would be loath to education: you have trained me like a peasant, foil him, as I must, for my own honor, if he come obscuring and hiding from me all gentleman-like in : therefore, out of my love to you, I came hither qualities: the spirit of my father grows strong in to acquaint you withal; that either you might stay me, and I will no longer endure it; therefore him from his intendment, or brook such disgrace allow me such exercises as may become a gentle well as he shall run into, in that it is a thing of man, or give me the poor allottery my father left his own search, and altogether against my will. me by testament; with that I will go buy my for- Oli. Charles, I thank thce for thy love to me, tunes.
which thou shalt find I will most kindly requite. I. Oli. And what wilt thou do? beg, when that is had myself notice of my brother's purpose herein, spent ? Well, sir, get you in: I will not long be and have by underhand means labored to dissuade troubled with you: you shall have some part of him from it; but he is resolute. I'll tell thee, your will: I pray you, leave me.
Charles,- it is the stubbornest young fellow of Orl. I will no further offend you than becomes France; full of ambition, an envious emulator of me for my good.
every man's good parts, a secret and villanous Oli. Get you with him, you old dog.
contriver against me his natural brother; therefore Adam. Is old dog my reward? most true, I have use thy discretion; I had as lief thou didst break lost my teeth in your service.—God be with my his neck as his finger. And thou wert best look old master! he would not have spoke such a word. to't; for if thou do'st him any slight disgrace, or if
[Exeunt Orlando and Adam. he do not mightily grace himself on thee, he will Oli. Is it even so ? begin you to grow upon me? practise against thee by poison, entrap thee by some I will physic your rankness, and yet give no thou- treacherous device, and never leave thee till he hath sand crowns neither. Hola, Dennis !
ta'en thy life by some indirect means or other; for, Enter Dennis.
I assure thee, and almost with tears I speak it, there
is not one so young and so villanous this day living. Den. Calls your worship? Oli. Was not Charles, the Duke's wrestler, here, inize him to thee as he is, I must blush and weep,
I speak but brotherly of him; but should í anatoto speak with me?
and thou must look pale and wonder. Den. So please you, he is here at the door, and Chà. I am heartily glad, I came hither to you ; importunes access to you.
If he come to-morrow, I'll give him his payment: Oli. Call him in. (Exit Dennis.]—"Twill be a If ever he go alone again, I'll never wrestle for good way; and to-morrow the wrestling is.
prize more: And so, heaven keep your worship! Enter CHARLES.
Oli. Farewell, good Charles.--Now will I stir Cha. Good morrow to your worship.
this gamester :' I hope I shall see an end of him : Oli. Good monsieur Charles !—what's the new for my soul, yet I know not why, hates nothing news at the new court ?
more than he. Yet he's gentle; never school'd, Cha. There's no news at the court, sir
, but the and yet learned; full of noble device: of all sorts old news: that is, the old duke is banished by his enchantingly beloved; and, indeed, so much in the younger brother the new duke; and three or four heart of the world, and especially of my own peoloving lords have put themselves into voluntary ple, who best know him, that I am altogether misexile with him, whose lands and revenues enrich prised: but it shall not be so long; this wrestler the new duke; therefore he gives them good leave shall clear all: nothing remains, but that I kindle to wander.
the boy thither, which now I'll go about. (Exit. Oli. Can you tell, if Rosalind, the duke's daughter, be banished with her father?
SCENE II.-A Lawn before the Duke's Palace. Cha. 0, no; for the duke's daughter, her cousin, 60 loves her,-being ever from their cradles bred
Enter Rosalind and Celia. together,—that she would have followed her exile, Cel. I pray thee, Rosalind, sweet my.coz,
be merry. or have died to stay behind her. She is at the Ros. Dear Celia, I show more mirth than I am court, and no less beloved of her uncle than his mistress of: and would you yet I were merrier? own daughter; and never two ladies loved as they do. Unless you would teach me to forget a banished Oli. Where will the old duke live?
father, you must not learn me how to remember
any extraordinary pleasure. • Villain is used in a double sense; by Oliver for a worthless fellow, and by Orlando for a man of base extraction. • Frolicksome fellow. Of all ranks.
Cel. Herein, I see, thou lovest me not with the honor, for he never had any; or if he had, he had fat weight that I love thee: if my uncle, thy ba- sworn it away, before ever he saw those pancakes nished father, had banished thy uncle, the duke my or that mustard. father, so thou hadst been still with me, I could Cel. Pr’ythee, who is't that thou mean'st? have taught my love to take thy father for mine; Touch. One that old Frederick, your father, loves. so wouldst thou, if the truth of thy love to me were Cel. My father's love is enough to honor him. so righteously temper'd as mine is to thee. Enough! speak no more of him; you'll be whipp'd
Ros. Well, I will forget the condition of my for taxation, one of these days. estate, to rejoice in yours.
Touch. The more pity, that fools may not speak Cel. You know, my father hath no child but I, | wisely, what wise men do foolishly. ñor none is like to have; and, truly, when he dies, Cel. By my troth, thou say'st true: for since the thou shalt be his heir: for what he hath taken away little wit, that fools have, was silenced, the littlo from thy father perforce, I will render thee again foolery, that wise men have, makes a great show. in affection; by mine honor, I will; and when I Here comes monsieur Le Beau. break that oath, let me turn monster: therefore, my
Enter LE BEAU. sweet Rose, my dear Rose, be merry.
Ros. From henceforth I will, coz, and devise Ros. With his mouth full of news. sports; let me see; What think you of falling in love? Cel. Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed
Cel Marry, I pr’ythee, do, to make sport withal : their young. but love no man in good earnest; nor no further in Ros. Then shall we be news-cramm'd. sport neither than with safety of a pure blush thou Cel. All the better; we shall be the more marmayst in honor come off again.
ketable. Bon jour, monsieur Le Beau: What's the Ros. What shall be our sport then?
news? Cel. Let us sit and mock the good housewife, Le Beau. Fair princess, you have lost much good Fortune, from her wheel, that her gifts may hence- sport. forth be bestowed equally.
Cel. Sport? Of what color? Ros. I would, we could do so; for her benefits Le Beau. What color, madam? How shall I are mightily misplaced: and the bountiful blind answer you? woman doth most mistake in her gifts to women. Ros. As wit and fortune will.
Cel. "Tis truc: for those that she makes fair, she Touch. Or as the destinies decree. scarce makes honest; and those, that she makes Cel. Well said ; that was laid on with a trowel honest, she makes very ill-favor’dly.
Touch. Nay, if I keep not my rank, Ros. Nay, now thou goest from fortune's office Ros. Thou losest thy old smell. to nature's: fortune reigns in gifts of the world, not Le Beau. You amaze me, ladies ; I would have in the lincaments of nature.
told you of good wrestling, which you have lost the Enter Touchstone.
Ros. Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling. Cel. No? When nature hath made a fair creature, Le Beau. I will tell you the beginning, and, if it inay she not by fortune fall into the fire ?- Though please your ladyships, you may see the end; for nature hath given us wit to flout at fortune, hath not the best is yet to do; and here, where you are, fortune sent in this fool to cut off the argument? they are coming to perform it. * Ros. Indeed, there is fortune too hard for nature; Cel. Well,—the beginning, that is dead and when fortune makes nature's natural the cutter off buried. of nature's wit.
Le Beau. There comes an old man, and his three - Cel. Peradventure, this is not fortune's work sonsneither, but nature's: who perceiving our natural
Cel. I could match this beginning with an old tale. wits too dull to reason of such goddesses, hath sent Le Beau. Three proper young men, of excellent this natural for our whetstone: for always the dul- growth and presence ; ness of the fool is the whetstone of his wits.—How Ros. With bills on their necks,—Be it known now, wit? whither wander you?
unto all men by these presents, Touch. Mistress, you must come away to your
Le Beau. The eldest of the three wrestled with father. *
Charles, the duke's wrestler; which Charles in a moCel. Were you made the messenger ?
ment threw him, and broke three of his ribs, that Touch. No, by mine honor; but I was bid to there is little hope of life in him: so he served the secome for you.
cond, and so the third : Yonder they lie; the poor old ris. Ros. Where learned you that oath, fool? man, their father, making such pitiful dole over them,
Touch. Of a certain knight, that swore by his that all the beholders take his part with wecping. honor they were good pancakes, and swore by his
Ros. Alas! honor the mustard was naught: now, I'll stand to Touch. But what is the sport, monsieur, that the it, the pancakes were naught, and the mustard was ladies have lost? good; and yet was not the knight forsworn.
Le Beau. Why, this that I speak of. Cel. How prove you that, in the great heap of Touch. Thus men may grow wiser every day! it your knowledge ?
is the first time that I ever heard, breaking of ribs Ros. Ay, marry; now unmuzzle your wisdom. was sport for ladies. Touch. Stand you both forth now: stroke your
Cel. Or I, I promise thee. chins, and swear by your beards that I am a knave. Ros. But is there any else longs to see this broken
Cel. By our beards, if we had them, thou art. music in his sides ? is there yet another dotes upon
Touch. By my knavery, if I had it, then I were : rib-breaking !_Shall we see this wrestling, cousin ? but if you swear by that that is not, you are not Le Beau. You must, if you stay here : for here is forsworn: no more was this knight, swearing by his
the place appointed for the wrestling, and they are Cel. I would I were invisible, to catch the strong ready to perform it.
fellow by the leg. [CHARLES and ORLANDO wrestle. Cel. Yonder, sure, they are coming: Let us Ros. O excellent young man ! now stay and see it.
Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can Flourish. Enter Duke FREDERICK, Lords, Or- tell who should down. [Charles is thrown. Shout LANDO, CHARLES, and Attendants.
Duke F. No more, no more.
Orl. Yes, I beseech your grace; I am not yet Duke F. Come on; since the youth will not be well breathed. entreated, his own peril on his forwardness.
Duke F. How dost thou, Charles ? Ros. Is yonder the man?
Le Beau. He cannot speak, my lord. Le Beau. Even he, madam.
Duke F. Bear him away. [CHARLES is borne out. Cel. Alas, he is too young: yet he looks suc- What is thy name, young man? cessfully
Orl. Orlando, my liege; the youngest son vi sir Duke F. How now, daughter, and cousin ? are Rowland de Bois. you crept hither to see the wrestling?
Duke F. I would thou hadst been son to some Ros. Ay, my liege! so please you give us leave. The world esteem'd thy father honorable, [man else Duke f. You will take little delight in it, I can But I did find him still mine enemy: tell you, there is such odds in the men: In pity of Thou shouldst have better pleas'd me with this deed. the challenger's youth, I would fain dissuade him, Hadst thou descended from another house. but he will not be entreated : Speak to him, ladies; But fare thee well; thou art a gallant youth; see if you can move him.
I would thou hadst told me of another father. Cel. Call
him hither, good monsieur Le Beau. [Exeunt DUKE FRED., Train, and Le Beau. Duke F. Do so: I'll not be by. [Duke goes apart. Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do this? Le Beau. Monsieur the challenger, the princesses Orl. I am more proud to be sir Rowland's son,
His youngest son ;-and would not change that Orl. I attend them, with all respect and duty. To be adopted heir to Frederick. [calling,
Ros. Young man, have you challenged Charles Ros. My father lov'd sir Rowland as his soul, the wrestler ?
And all the world was of my father's mind : Orh No, fair princess; he is the general chal Had I before known this young man his son, lenger: I come but in, as others do, to try with him I should have given him tears unto entreaties, the strength of my youth.
Ere he should thus have ventur'd. Cel. Young gentleman, your spirits are too bold Cel.
Gentle cousin for your years: You have seen cruel proof of this Let us go thank him, and encourage him : man's strength; if you saw yourself with your eyes, My father's rough and envious disposition or knew yourself with your judgment, the fear of Sticks me at heart.—Sir, you have well deserv'd your adventure would counsel you to a more equal If you do keep your promises in love, enterprise. We pray you, for your own sake, to But justly, as you have exceeded promise, embrace your own safety, and give over this attempt. Your mistress shall be happy. Ros. Do, young sir; your reputation shall not Ros.
Gentleman, therefore be misprised: we will make it our suit to
[Giving him a chain from her neck. the duke, that the wrestling might not go forward. Wear this for me; one out of suits with fortune;
Orl. I beseech you, punish me not with your That could give more, but that her hand lacks hard thoughts; wherein I confess me much guilty, to deny so fair and excellent ladies any thing. But Shall we go, coz ? let your fair eyes, and gentle wishes, go with me to
Cel. Ay :Fare you well, fair gentleman. my trial: wherein if I be foiled, there is but one Orl. Can I not say, I thank you? My better parts shamed that was never gracious; if killed, but one Are all thrown down; and that which here stands up, dead that is willing to be so : I shall do my friends Is but a quintain, a mere lifeless block. no wrong, for I have none to lament me; the world Ros. He calls us back : My pride fell with my no injury, for in it I have nothing ; only in the
fortunes : world I fill up a place, which may be better sup- I'll ask him what he would :-Did you call, sir ?plied when I have made it empty.
Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown Ros. The little strength that I have, I would it More than your enemies. were with you.
Will you go, coz? Cel. And mine, to eke out hers.
Ros. Have with you :Fare you well. Ros. Fare you well. Pray heaven, I be deceived
[Exeunt Rosalind and Celia. in you!
Orl. What passion hangs these weights upon Cel. Your heart's desires be with you.
my tongue ? Cha. Come, where is this young gallant, that is I cannot speak to her, yet she urged conference. so desirous to lie with his mother earth?
Re-enter LE BEAU. Orl. Ready, sir; but his will hath in it a more modest working.
O poor Orlando! thou art overthrown; Duke F. You shall try but one fall.
Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thre. Cha. No, I warrant your grace; you shall not Le Beau. Good sir, I do in friendship counsel you entreat him to a second, that have so mightily per- To leave this place: Albeit you have deserv'd paded him from a first.
High commendation, true applause, and love; Orl. You mean to mock me after ; you should Yet such is now the duke's condition,' not have mocked me before: but come your That he misconstrues all that you have done. ways.
. The object to dart at in martial exercises. Ros. Now, Hercules be thy speed, young man ! * Temper, disposition.
The duke is humorous: what he is, indeed,
Enter DUKE FREDERICK, with Lords. More suits you to conceive, than me to speak of. Duke F. Mistress, despatch you with your safest Orl. I thank you, sir: and pray you, tell me
And get you from our court. Which of the two was daughter of the duke,
Me, uncle? That here was at the wrestling?
You, cousin; Le Beau. Neither his daughter, if we judge by Within these ten days if that thou be’st found manners;
So near our public court as twenty miles, But yet indeed, the shorter is his daughter:
Thou diest for it. The other is daughter to the banish'd duke,
I do beseech your grace, And here detain'd by her usurping uncle,
Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me: To keep his daughter company; whose loves If with myself I hold intelligence, Are dearer than the natural bond of sisters.
Or have acquaintance with mine own desires; But I can tell you, that of late this duke
If that I do not dream, or be not frantic, Hath ta'en displeasure 'gainst his gentle niece; (As I do trust I am not) then, dear uncle, (rounded upon no other argument,
Never, so much as in a thought unborn,
Thus do all truitors; And, on my life, his malice 'gainst the lady If their purgation did consist in words, Will suddenly break forth.-Sir, fare you well;
They are as innocent as grace itself;— Hereafter, in a better world than this,
Let it suffice thee, that I trust thee not. I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.
Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor. Orl. I rest much bounden to you: fare you well! Tell me whereon the likelihood depends.
[Exit LE Beac.
Duke F. Thou art thy father's daughter, there's Thus must I from the smoke into the smother;
enough. From tyrant duke, unto a tyrant brother :
Ros. So was I, when your highness took his But, heavenly Rosalind !
$o was I when your highness banish'd him: SCENE III.-A Room in the Palace.
Treason is not inherited, my lord;
Or, if we did derive it from our friends,
What's that to me? my father was no traitur: Cel. Why, cousin; why, Ronalind;-Cupid have Then, good my liege, mistake me not so much, mercy !-Not a word ?
To think my poverty is treacherous. Ros. Not one to throw at a dog.
Cel. Dear sovereign, hear ine speak. Cel. No, thy words are too precious to be cast Duke F. Ay, Celia; we stay'd her for your sake, away upon curs, throw some of them at me; come, Else had she with her father ranged along. lame me with reasons.
Cel. I did not then entreat to have her stay, Ros. Then there were two cousins laid up; when It was your pleasure and your own remorse: the one should be lamed with reasons, and the other I was too young that time to value her, mad without any.
But now I know her: if she be a traitor, Cel. But is all this for your father?
Why so am I; we still have slept together, Ros. No, some of it for my father's child: 0, Rose at an instant, learn’d, play'd, eat together ; how full of briars is this working-day world ! And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans,
Cel. They are but burs, cousin, thrown upon thee Still we went coupled, and inseparable. in holiday foolery; if we walk not in the trodden Duke F. She is too subtle for thee; and her paths, our very petticoats will catch them.
smoothness, Ros. I could shake them off my coat; these burs Her very silence, and her patience, are in my heart.
Speak to the people, and they pity her. Cel. Hem them away.
Thou art a fool: she robs thee of thy name; Ros. I would try; if I could cry hem, and have And thou wilt show more bright and seem more him.
virtuous, Cel. Come, come, wrestle with thy affections. When she is gone : then open not thy lips;
Ros. O, they take the part of a better wrestler Firm and irrevocable is my doom than myself.
Which I have pass'd upon her; she is banisn'd Cel. O, a good wish upon you! you will try in Cel. Pronounce that sentence then on me, nay time, in despite of a fall.-But, turning these jests
liege; out of service, let us talk in good earnest: Is it pos- I cannot live out of her company. sible on such a sudden, you should fall into so strong Duke F. You are a fool:-You, niece, providr. a liking with old Sir Rowland's youngest son ?
yourself; Ros. The duke my father lov'l his father dearly. If you out-stay the time, upon mine honor,
Cel. Doth it therefore ensue, that you should love And in the greatness of my word, you die. his son dearly? By this kind of chase, I should hate [Exeunt DUKE FREDERICK and Lords. bim, for my father hated his father dearly; yet I Cel. O my poor Rosalind! whither wilt thou go? I ate not Orlando.
Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee mine. Ros. No; hate him not, for my sake.
I charge thee, be not thou more griev'd than I am Cel. Why should I not? doth be not deserve Ros. I have more cause. well?
Thou hast not, cousin; Ros. Let me love him for that; and do you love Pr’ythee, be cheerful : know'st thou not, the duke pim because I do :-Look, here comes the duke. Hath banish'd me, his daughter? Cel With his eyes full of anger.