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answer, unless you take her without her Take thou no scorn, to wear the horn ;). The rest
12 tongue. O, that woman that cannot make It was a crest ere thou wast born; her fault her husband's occasion, let her never 1. Thy father's father wore it'; Sitais bur. nurse her child herself, for she will breed it 2. And thy father bore it : like a fool.
All. The horn, the horn, the lusty horn, Orl. For these two hours, Rosalind, I will Is not a thing to laugh to scorn. (Exeunt. leave thee. Ros. Alas, dear love, I cannot lack thee two
SCENE III.-The Forest. hours.
Enter ROSALIND and CELIA. Orl. I must attend the duke at dinner; by
Ros. How say you now? Is it not past two two o'clock I will be with thee again.
o'clock ? and here much Orlando! Ros. Ay, go your ways, go your ways;-I
Cel. I warrant you, with pure love, and knew what you would prove ; my friends told troubled brain, he hath ta'en his bow and arme as much, and I thought no less :-that flat- rows, and is gone forth—to sleep: Look, who tering tongue of yours won me:-'tis but one
coines here. cast away, and so, -come, death.-Two o'clock is your hour?
Enter SILVIUS. Orl. Ay, sweet Rosalind.
Sil. My errand is to you, fair youth ;Ros. By my troth, and in good earnest, and My gentle Phebe bid me give you this: so God mend me, and by all pretty oaths that are not dangerous, if you break one jot of your I know not the contents; but, as I guess,
(Giring a letter. promise, or come one minute behind your hour, By the stern brow, and waspish action
will think you the most pathetical break- Which she did use as she was writing of it, promise, and the most hollow lover, and the It bears an angry tenor: pardon me, most unworthy of her you call Rosalind, that I am but as a guiltless messenger. may be chosen out of the gross band of the un
Ros. Patience herself would startle at this faithful: therefore beware my censure, and
letter, keep your promise. Orl. With no less religion, than if thou wert She says, I am not fair; that I lack manners;
And play the swaggerer; bear this, bear all: indeed
my Rosalind : So, adieu. Ros. Well, time is the old justice that exa
She calls me proud ; and, that she could not
love me mines all such offenders, and let time try : Were man as rare as phoenix; Od's my will! Adieu !
[Erit ORLANDO. Her love is not the hare that I do hunt: Cel. You have simply misused our sex in Why writes she so to me?-Well, shepherd, your love-prate: we must have your doublet This is a letter of your own device. (well, and hose plucked over your head, and show the world what the bird hath done to her own Phebe did write it.
Sil. No, I protest, I know not the contents; nest.
Ros. Come, come, you are a fool, Ros. () coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, And turn'd into the extremity of love. that thou didst know how many fathom deep I saw her hand : she has a leathern hand, I am in love! But it cannot be sounded; my ailection hath an unknown bottom, like the bay That her old gloves were on, but 'twas her
A freestone-colour'd hand; I verily did think of Portugal. Cel. Or rather bottomless; that as fast as you she has a huswife's hand: but that's no matter:
hands; pour affection in, it runs out. Ros. No, that same wicked bastard of Venus, This is a man's invention, and his hand.
I say, she never did invent this letter; that was begot of thought,* conceived of
Sil. Sure, it is hers. spleen, and born of madness; that blind ras
Ros. Why, 'tis a boisterous and cruel style, cally boy, that abuses every one's eyes, because his own are out, let him be judge, how Like Turk to Christian: woman's gentle brain
A style for challengers; why, she defies me, deep I am in love :-1'll tell thee, Aliena, I Could not drop forth such giant-rude invention, cannot be out of the sight of Orlando: I'll go Such Ethiop words, blacker in their effect find a shadow, and sigh till he come.
Than in their countenance :-Will you hear the Cel. And I'll sleep.
Sil. So please you, for I never heard it yet; SCENE II.- Another part of the Forest.
Yet heard too much of Phebe's cruelty. Enter Jaques and LORDS, in the habit of
Ros. She Phebes me: Mark how the tyrant Foresters.
writes. Jag. Which is he that killed the deer?
Art thou god to shepherd turn'd, [Reads. 1 Lord. Sir, it was I.
That a maiden's heart hath burn'd?
Ros. Why, thy godhead laid apart, of victory :-Have you no song, forester, for
IVarr'st thou with a woman's heart? this purpose. 2 Lord, Yes, Sir.
Did you ever hear such railing ?Jaq. Sing it; 'tis no matter how it be in tune,
Whiles the cyle of man did woo me, so it make noise enough.
That could do no vengeance* to me,
Meaning me a beast.
If the scorn of your bright eynet 1. What shall he hare, that kill'd the deer?
Hare power to raise such love in mine, 2. His leather'skin, and horns to wear.
Alack, in me ochut strange effect 1. Then sing him home :
Would they work in mild aspéct? * Melancholy.
Whiles you chid me, I do love ;
The royal disposition of that beast,
This seen, Orlando did approach the man,,
And found it was his brother, his elder brother. And by him seal up thy mind;
Cel. O, I have heard him speak of that same Whether that thy youth and kind*
brother; Will the faithful offer take
And he did render* him the most unnatural
That liv'd ʼmongst men.
Oli. And well he might so do,
For well I know he was unnatural.
Ros. But, to Orlando ;-Did he leave him Cel. Alas, poor shepherd !
there, Ros. Do not piiy him? no, he deserves no Food to the suck'd and hungry lioness? pity.-Wilt thou love such a woman?--What, Oli. Twice did he turn his back, and purto make thee an instrument, and play false
pos d so: strains upon thee! not to be endured !--Well, But kindness, nobler ever than revenge, go your way to her, (for I see, love hath made And nature, stronger than his just occasion, thee a tame snake,) and say this to her:- That Made him give baitle to the lioness, if she love me, I charge her to love thee: it Who quickly fell before him ; in which hurtshe will not, I will never have her, unless thou From miserable slumber I awak'd. [lingt entreat for her.--- If you be a true lover, hence, Cel. Are you his brother? and not a word; for here comes more company. Ros. Was it you he rescu'd ?
[Exit SilvIUS. Cel. Was't you that did so oft contrive to kill Entor OLIVER.
him? Oli. Good-morrow, fair ones: Pray you,
if Oli. "Twas I; but 'tis not I: I do not shame
To tell you what I was, since my conversion Where, in the purlieust of this forest, stands
So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am. A sheep-cote, fenc'd about with olive-trees ?
Ros. But, for the bioody napkin?Cel. West of this place, down in the neigh- When from the first to last, hetwixt us two,
Oli. By, and by. bour bottom, The rank of osiers by the murmuring stream,
Tears our recountments had most kindly bath'd, Left on your right hand, brings you to the As, how I came into that desert place;place:
In brief, he led me to the gentle duke, But at this hour the house doth keep itself,
Who gave me fresh array, and entertainment, There's none within.
Committing nie unto my brother's love ; Oli. If that an eye may profit hy a tongue,
Who led me instantly unto his cave, Then I should know you by description ;
There stripp'd himself, and here upon his arm Such garments, and such years: The boy is fair, The lioness had torn some flesh away, Of female farour, and bestows himself
Which all this while had bled; and now he faintLike a ripe sister : but the womun low,
And cry'd, in fainting, upon Rosalind. [ed, And brourner than her brother. Are not you
Brief, I recover'd him; bound up his wound; The owner of the house I did inquire for ?
And, after some small space, being strong at Cel. It is no boast, being ask'd, to say, we are.
He sent me hither, stranger as I am, [heart, Oli. Orlando doth commend him to you both; To tell this story, that you might excuse And to that youth, he calls his Rosalind,
His broken proinise, and to give this napkin, He sends this bloody napkin ;£ Are you he?
Dy'd in this blood, into the shepherd youth Ros. I am: Whai must we understand by That he in sport doth call his Rosalind. this?
Cel. Why, how now, Ganymede? sweet Oli. Some of my shame; if you will know of Ganymede ? [ROSALIND faints.
Oli. Many will swoon when they do look on What man I am, and how, and why, and
blood This handkerchief was stain'd.
Cel. There is more in it:-Cousin-GanyCel. I pray you, tell it.
mede Oli. When last the young Orlando parted
Oli. Look, he recovers. from you,
Ros. I would, I were at home. He left a proruise to return again
Cel. We'll lead you thither:Within an hour; and, pacing through the forest, I pray you, will you take him by the arm? Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy, Oli. Be of good cheer, youth : You a Lo, what befel! he threw his eye aside,
You lack a man's heart.
(man? And, mark, what object did present itself!
Ros. I do so, I contess it. Ah, Sir, a body Under an oak, whose boughs were moss'd with would think this was weil counterfeited : I pray And high top bald with dry antiquity, [age, you, tell your brother how well I counterfeitA wretched ragged man, o'ergrown with hair, ed.--Heigh ho!Lay sleeping on his back: about his neck Oli. This was not counterfeit; there is too
A green and gilded snake had wreath'd itself, great testimony in your complexion, that it Who with her head, nimble in threats, ap
was a passion of earnest. proach'd
Ros. Counterfeit, I assure you. The opening of his mouth; but suddenly
Oli. Well then, take a good heart, and counSeeing Orlando, it unlink'd itsell,
terfeit to be a man. And with indented glides did slip away
Ros. So I do: but, i'faith I should have been Into a bush: under which bush's shade a woman by right. A lioness, with udders all drawn dry,
Cel. Come, you look paler and paler; pray Lay couching, head ou ground, with catlike you, draw honiewards :-Good Sir, go with us. watch,
Oli. That will i, for I must bear answer When that the sleeping man should stir;' for How you excuse my brother, Rosalind. (back * Nature. + Environs of a forest. Handkcrchief.
Ros. I shall devise something : But, I pray
Enter Corin. you, commend my counterfeiting to him :
Cor. Our master and mistress seek you; Will you go?
come, away, away. ACT V.
Touch. Trip, Audrey, trip, Audrey ;-I atSCENE I.-The same. tend, I attend.
[E.reunt. Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY.
SCENE II.-The same. Touch. We shall find a time, Audrey; pa
Enter ORLANDO and OLIVER. tience, gentle Audrey.
Orl. Is't possible, that on so little acquaintAnd. 'Faith, the priest was good enough, for ance you should like her? that, but seeing, all the old gentleman's saying:
you should love her? and, loving, woo? and, Touch. A most wicked Sir Oliver, Audrey, a wooing, she should grant? and will you permost vile Martext. But, Audrey, there is a severe to enjoy her? youth here in the forest lays claim to you. Oli. Neither call the giddiness of it in ques
Aud. Ay, I know who 'tis, he that hath no tion, the poverty of her, the small acquaintance, interest in me in the world: here comes the my sudden wooing, nor her sudden consenting; man you mean.
but say with me, I love Aliena ; say with her,
that she loves mé; consent with both, that we Enter WILLIAM.
may enjoy each other : it shall be to your good; Touch. It is meat and drink to me to see a for my father's house, and all the revenue that clown : By my troth, we that have good wits, was old Sir Rowland's, will I estate upon you, have much to answer for; we shall be flouting; and here live and die a shepherd. we cannot hold. Will. Good even, Audrey.
Enter RosALIND. Aud. God ye good even, William.
Orl. You have my consent. Let your wedWill. And good even to you, Sir.
ding be to-morrow: thither will I invite the Touch. Good even, gentle friend: Cover thy duke, and all his contented followers: Go you, head, cover thy head; nay, pr’ythee, be cover- and prepare Aliena; for, look you, here comes ed. How old are you, friend ?
my Rosalind. Will. Five and twenty, Sir.
Ros. God save you, brother. Touch. A ripe age : Is thy name, William ? Oli. And you, fair sister. Will. William, Sir.
Ros. O, my dear Orlando, how it grieves Touch. A fair name : Wast born i'the forest me to see thee wear thy heart in a scart. here?
Orl. It is my arm. Will. Ay, Sir, I thank God.
Ros. I thought, thy heart had been wounded Touch. Thank God ;-a good answer : Art with the claws of a lion. rich?
Orl. Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a Will. 'Faith, Sir, so, so.
lady. Touch. So, so, is good, very good, very ex- Ros. Did your brother tell you how I councellent good and yet it is not; it is but so so. terteited to swoon, when he showed me your Art thou wise?
handkerchief? Will. Ay, Sir, I have a pretty wit.
Orl. Ay, and greater wonders than that. Touch. Why, thou say'st well. I do now re- Ros. 0, 'I know where you are :-Nay, 'tis member a saying; The jool doth think he is wise, true: there was never any thing so sudden, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. The but the light of two rams, and Cæsar's thraheathen philosopher, when he had a desire to sonical brag of-I came, siw, and overcame : eat a grape, would open his lips when he put For your brother and my sister no sooner met, it into his mouth; meaning thereby, that grapes but they looked ; no sooner looked, but they were made to eat, and lips to open. You do loved ; no sooner loved, but they sighed; no love this maid?
sooner sighed, but they asked one another the Will. I do, Sir.
reason; no sooner knew the reason, but they Touch. Give me your hand : Art thou learned ? sought the remedy: and in these degrees have Will. No, Sir.
they made a pair of stairs to marriage, which Touch. Then learn this of me; To have, is to they will climb incontinent, or else be incontihave: For it is a figure in rhetoric, that drink, nent before marriage: they are in the very wrath being poured out of a cup into a glass, by fill- of love, and ihey will together; clubs cannot ing the one doth empty the other: For all your part them. writers do consent, that ipse is he; now you Orl. They shall be married to-morrow; and are not ipse, for I am he.
I will bid the duke to the nuptial. But, 0, Will. Which he, Sir?
how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness Touch. He, Sir. that must marry this woman : through another man's eyes! By so much the Therefore, you clown, abandon,
--which is in more shall I to-morrow be at the height of the vulgar, leave,--the society,-- which in the heart-heaviness, by how much I shall think boorish is, company,—of this temale,-which in my brother happy, in having what he wishes the common is, woman,--which together is, for. åbandon the society of this female; or, clown, Ros. Why then, to-morrow I cannot serve thou perishest; or, to thy better understanding, your turn for Rosalind ? diest; to wit, I kill thee, make thee away, trans- Orl. I can live no longer by thinking. late thy life into death, thy liberty into bond- Ros. I will weary you no longer then with age : I will deal in poison with thee, or in bas- idle talking. Know of me then, (for now I tinado, or in steel ; I will bandy with thee in speak to some purpose,) that I know you are a faction ; I will o'er-run thee with policy; I will gentleman of good conceit: I speak not this, kill thee a hundred and fifty ways; therefore that you should bear a good opinion of my tremble, and depart.
knowledge, insomuch, I say, I know you are; Aud. Do, good William.
neither do I labour for a greater esteem than Will. God rest you merry, Sir. [E.rit. may in some little measure draw a beliet' from
you, to do yourself good, and not to grace me. Sil. I'll not fail, if I live.
SCENE III.-The same. love Rosalind so near the heart as your gesture cries it out, when your brother marries Åliena,
Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY. shall you marry her: I know into what straits Touch. To-morrow is the joyful day, Audof fortune she is driven; and it is not impossi- rey; to-morrow will we be married. ble to me, if it appear not inconvenient to you, Aud. I do desire it with all my heart: and I to set her before your eyes to-morrow, human hope it is no dishonest desire, to desire to be a as she is, and without any danger.
woman of the world.* Here comes two of the Orl. Speakest thou in sober meanings ?. banished duke's pages. Ros. By my life, I do; which I tender dearly, though I say I am a magician : Therefore,
Enter two Pages. put you in your best array, bid* your friends : 1 Page. Well met, honest gentleman. for if you will be married to-morrow, you shall; Touch. By my troth, well met: Come, sit, and to Rosalind, if you will.
sit, and a song. Enter Silvius and Phebe.
2 Page. We are for you: sit i’the middle.
1 Page. Shall we clap into't roundly, without Look, here comes a lover of mine, and a lover hawking, or spitting, or saying we are hoarse; of hers.
which are the only prologues to a bad voice? Phe. Youth, you have done me much un- 2 Page. I'faith, i'laith; and both in a tune, gentleness,
like two gipsies on a horse. To show the letter that I writ to you. Ros. I care not, if I have: it is my study,
In the spring time, the only pretty rank time,
Sweet lovers love the spring. Phe. And I for Ganymede.
Between the acres of the rye,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
In spring time, &c.
III. Ros. And I for no woman.
This carol they began that hour, Sil. It is to be all made of fantasy,
With a hey, und a ho, and a hey nonino, All made of passion, and all made of wishes;
How that a life was but a flower All adoration, duty, and observance,
In spring time, &c. All humbleness, all patience, and impatience,
IV. All purity, all trial, all observance ;
And therefore take the present time, And so am I for Phebe.
With a hey, and a ho, and a héy nonino ; Phe. And so am I for Ganymede.
For love is crowned with the prime
In spring time, &c.
Touch. Truly, young gentlemen, though you?
(To Rosalind. there was no greater matter in the ditty, yet Sil. If this be so, why blame you me to love the note was very untunable.
[To Phebe. 1 Page. You are deceived, Sir; we kept Orl. If this be so, why blame you me to love time, we lost not our time. you?
Touch. By my troth, yes; I count it but time Ros. Who do you speak to, why blame you lost to hear such a foolish song. God be with me to love you ?
you; and God mend your voices! Come, AudOrl. To her, that is not here, nor doth not rey.
SCENE IV.-Another part of the Forest. Ros. Pray you, no more of this; 'tis like the howling of Irish wolves against the moon.-I Enter Duke, senior, AMIENS, JAQUES, ORLANwill help you, [To Silvius) if I can :- I would
DO, OLIVER, and Celia. love you, (TÓ Phebe) if I could.-To-morrow meet me all together. I will marry you, [To Can do all this that he hath promised?
Duke S. Dost thou believe, Orlando, that the
[boy PHEBE] if ever I marry woman, and I'll be
Orl. I sometimes do believe, and sometimes married to-morrow : I will satisfy you, [To ORLANDO] if ever i satisfied man, and you as those that tear they hope, and know they
[fear. shall be married to-morrow :-I will content you, (To SilviOS) if what pleases you contents Enter RoSALIND, Silvius, and Phebe. you, and you shall be married to-morrow. As Ros. Patience once more, whiles our comyon, [To ORLANDO] love Rosalind, meet;-as páct is urg'd : you, ITo Silvius) love Phebe, meet; And as You say, if I bring in your Rosalind, I love no woman, I'll meet.-Sofare you well;
[To the DUKE. I have left you commands.
You will bestow her on Orlando here?
* A married woman.
Duke S. That would I, had I kingdoms to
Touch. Upon a lie seven times removed ;give with her.
Bear your body more seeming, * Audrey as Ros. And you say, you will have her, when thus, Sir. I did dislike the cut of a certain I bring her?
(To Orlando. courtier's beard; he sent me word, if I said his Orl. That would I, were I of all kingdoms beard was not cut well, he was in the mind it king.
was : This is called the Retort courteous. If I Ros. You say, you'll marry me, if I be will. sent him word again, it was not well cut, he ing?
[To Puebe. would send me word, he cut it to please himPhe. That will I, should I die the hour after. self: This is called the Quip modest. If again,
Ros. But, if you do refuse to marry me, [herd ? it was not well cut, he disabled my judgement: You'll give yourself to this most faithful shep- This is called the Reply churlish. If again, it Phe. So is the bargain.
was not well cut, he would answer, I spake Rus. You say, that you'll have Phebe, if she not true: This is called the Reproof valiant. If will ?
[To Silvius. again, it was not well cut, he would say, I lie: Sil. Though to have her and death were both This is called the Countercheck quarrelsome : and one thing.
so to the Lie circumstantial, and the Lie direct. Ros. I have promis'd to make all this matter Jaq. And how oft did you say,
was not well cut? Keep you your word, o duke, to give your Touch. I durst go no further than the Lie cirdaughter
cumstantial, nor he durst not give me the Lie You yours, Orlando, to receive his daughter:- direct; and so we measured swords, and parted. Keep your word, Phebe, that you'll marry me; Jaq. Can you nominate in order now the deOr else, refusing me, to wed this shepherd:- grees of the lie? Keep your word, Silvius, that you'll marry her, Touch. O Sir, we quarrel in print, by the If she refuse me:-and from hence I go, book; as you have books for good manners: I To make these doubts all even.
will name you the degrees. The first, the Re[Exeunt Rosalind and Celia. tort courteous; the second, the Quip mouest; Duke S. I do remember in this shepherd-boy the third, the Reply churlísh; the fourth, the Some lively touches of my daughter's favour. Reproof 'valiant; the fifth, the Countercheck Orl. My lord, the first time that I ever saw quarrelsome; the sixth, the Lie with circumhim,
stance; the seventh, the Lie direct. All these Methought he was a brother to your daughter: you may avoid, but the lie direct; and you may But, my good lord, this boy is forest-born ; avoid that too, with an [f. I knew when seAnd hath been tutor'd in the rudiments ven justices could not take up a quarrel ; but Of many desperate studies by his uncle, when the parties were met themselves, one of Whom he reports to be a great magician, them thought but of an If, as, If you said so, Obscured in the circle of this forest.
then I said so; and they shook hands, and swore
brothers. Your If is the only peacemaker; Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY. much virtue in If. Jaq. There is, sure, another flood toward, and Jaq. Is not this a rare fellow, my lord ? he's these couples are coming to the ark! Here as good at any thing, and yet a fool. comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all
Duke S. He uses his folly like a stalking. tongues are called fools.
horse, and under the presentation of that, he Touch. Salutation and greeting to you all!
shoots his wit. Jaq. Good my lord, bid him welcome; This Enter Hymen, leading Rosalind in woman's is the motley-minded gentleman, that I have so often met in the forest: he hath been a cour
clothes ; and CELIA. tier, he swears.
Still Music. Touch. If any man doubt that, let him put Hym. Then is there mirth in heaven, me to my purgation. I have trod a measure
When earthly things made ever I have faitered a lady; I have been politic
Atone together. with my friend, smooth with my enemy; I have Good duke, receive thy daughter, undone three tailors; I have had four quarrels, Hymen from hearen brought her, and like to have fought one.
Yea, brought her hither ; Jaq. And how was that ta'en up?
That thou might'st join her hand with his, Touch. 'Faith, we met, and found the quarrel
Whose heurt within her bosom is. was upon the seventh cause.
Ros. To you I give myself, for I am yours. Jaq. How seventh cause ?-Good my lord,
[To DUKE S. like this fellow.
To you I give myself, for I am yours. Duke S. I like him very well.
[To ORLANDO. Touch, God'ild you, Sir; I desire you of the Duke S. If there be truth in sight, you are like. I press in here, Sir, amongst the rest of my daughter. the country copulatives, to swear, and to for. Orl. If there be truth in sight, you are my swear; according as marriage binds, and blood
Rosalind. breaks :-A poor virgin, Sir, an ill-favoured Phe. If sight and shape be true, thing, Sir, but mine own; a poor humour of Why then,-my love adieu ! mine, to take that that no man else will : Rich Ros. I'll have no father, if you be not he:honesty dwells like a miser, Sir, in a poor-house;
[To DUKE S. as your pearl, in your foul oyster.
I'll have no husband, if you be not he :Duke Š. By my faith, he is very swift and
[To ORLANDO. sententious.
Nor ne'er wed woman, if you be not she. Touch. According to the fool's bolt, Sir, and such dulcet diseases.
Hym. Peace ho! I bar confusion: Jaq. But, for the seventh cause ; how did
"Tis I must make conclusion you find the quarrel on the seventh cause ?
Of these most strange events: * A stately solemn dance.