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Your brother-(no, no brother; yet the son-
He will have other means to cut you off:
Or, with a base and boisterous sword, enforce
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.
Cel. I pray you, bear with me; I cannot go no further.
The thrifty hire I sav'd under your father,
Orl. O good old man; how well in thee appears
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. [Exeunt.
Orl. Why, whither, Adam, would'st thou have
Adam. No matter whither, so you come not here.;
Touch. 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
(1) Mansion, residence.
(2) Blood turned from its natural course. (3) A piece of money stamped with a cross.
Ros. Well, this is the forest of Arden. Touch. Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool when I was at home, I was in a better place;
Ros. Ay, be so, good Touchstone:-Look you who comes here; a young man, and an old, in solemn talk.
Enter Corin and Silvius.
Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you still.
Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
Or if thou hast not sat as I do now,
Or if thou has not broke from company,
I have by hard adventure found mine own.
Touch. And I mine: I remember, when I was in love, I broke my sword upon a stone, and bid him take that for coming ani: ht4 to Jane Smile: and I remember the kissing of her batlet, and the cow's dugs that her pretty chop'd hands had milk'd: 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.
Ros. Thou speak'st wiser, than thou art 'ware of. Touch. Nay, I shall ne'er be 'ware of mine own wit, till I break my shins against it.
Ros. Jove! Jove! this shepherd's passion
Touch. And mine; but it grows something stale
SCENE IV.-The Forest of Arden.
pray you, one of you question yond man,
Touch. Holla; you, clown!
Ros. O Jupiter! how weary are my spirits! Touch. I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary.
Peace, fool; he's not thy kinsman. Cor. Who calls?
Touch. Your betters, sir.
Ros. I could find in my heart to disgrace my
Cor. Else are they very wretched.
(4) In the night.
(5) The instrument with which washers beat clothes.
Good even to you, friend.
Peace, I say:- Come, sing; and you that will not, hold your tongues.
Cor. And to you, gentle sir, and to you all.
Fair sir, I pity her,
And little recks to find the way to heaven
Besides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed,
Cor. That young swain that you saw here but
That little cares for buying any thing.
Ros. 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.
Cel. And we will mend thy wages: I like this place,
And willingly could waste my time in it.
Cor. Assuredly, the thing is to be sold:
Ami. Under the greenwood tree,
Who loves to lie with me,
And tune his merry note
Come hither, come hither, come hither;
But winter and rough weather.
Jaq. More, more, I pr'ythee, more.
But winter and rough weather.
Jaq. I'll give you a verse to this note, that I made yesterday in despite of my invention. Ami. And I'll sing it.
Jay. Thus it goes:
If it do come to pass,
An if he will come to Ami.
Ami. What's that ducdùme?
Jaq. '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.
Ami. And I'll go seek the duke; his banquet is
Enter Orlando and
Adam. Dear master, I can go no further: 0, 1 die for food! Here lie I down, and measure out my grave. Farewell, kind master.
Orl. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee? Live a little; comfort a little; cheer thyself a little: If this uncouth forest yield any thing savage, I will either be food for it, or bring it for food to thee. Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers. For my sake, be comfortable; hold death a while at the arm's end: I will here be with to eat, I'll give thee leave to die: but if thou diest thee presently; and if I bring thee not something Jaq. I thank it. More, I pr'ythee, more. I can Well said! thou look'st cheerly: and I'll be with before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Buck melancholy out of a song, as a weazel sucks thee quickly.-Yet thou liest in the bleak air: eggs: More, I pr'ythee, more. Come, I will bear thee to some shelter; and thou Ami. My voice is ragged; I know, I cannot shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any please you. Jaq. I do not desire you to please me, I do desire thing in this desert. Cheerly, good Adam! [Exe. you to sing: Come, more; another stanza; Call SCENE VII.-The same. A table set out. Enter you them stanzas?
Duke senior, Amiens, Lords, and others. Duke S. I think he be transform'd into a beast; For I can no where find him like a man.
1 Lord. My lord, he is but even now gone hence; Here was he merry, hearing of a song.
Duke S. If he, compact of jars,4 grow musical, We shall have shortly discord in the spheres:Go, seek him; tell him, I would speak with him. Enter Jaques.
1 Lord. He saves my labour by his own approach. (3) Disputatious. (4) Made up of discords.
Duke S. Why, how now, monsieur! what a life
Thus may we see, quoth he, how the world wags:
An hour by his dial.-O noble fool!
A worthy fool! Motley's the only wear.1
Jaq. O worthy fool!-One that hath been courtier ;
And says, if ladies be but young, and fair,
I am ambitious for a motley coat.
Duke S. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou
Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show
Jaq. An you will not be answered with reason, I must die.
Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do, but good? Duke S. Most mischievous foul sin, in chiding sin: For thou thyself hast been a libertine, As sensual as the brutish sting itself; And all the embossed sores, and headed evils That thou with license of free foot hast caught, Would'st thou disgorge into the general world.
Jaq. 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 very very means do ebb? What woman in the city do I name, When that I say, The city-woman bears
(1) The fool was anciently dressed in a partycoloured coat.
The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders?
Orl. Forbear, and eat no more.
Or else a rude despiser of good manners,
Orl. You touch'd my vein at first; the thorny
Duke S. What would you have? Your gentleness shall force,
More than your force move us to gentlene is.
Orl. Speak you so gently? Pardon me, I pray you:
I thought that all things had been savage here;
Of stern commandment: But whate'er you are,
If ever from your eye-lids wip'd a tear,
And have with holy bell been knoll'd to church;
Orl. Then, but forbear your food a little while,
Go find him out, waste till you return. and be bless'd for your good
And we will nothing Orl. I thank ye; comfort!
(2) Finery. (3) Well brought up. (4) Good manners.
Duke S. Thou seest, we are not all alone un-As you have whisper'd faithfully, you were;
This wide and universal theatre
And as mhie eve doth his ethigies witness
Re-enter Orlando, with Adam.
Duke S. Welcome: set down your venerable
Duke S. Welcome, fall to: I will not trouble you
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Then, heigh, ho, the holly!
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
As benefits forgot:
As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen,
Touch. Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it
Although thy breath be rude. Heigh, ho! sing, heigh, ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere 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 humour well; but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much agains my stomach. Hast thou any philosophy in thee, shepherd ?
Cor. 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
SCENE I-A room in the palace. Enter Duke
(2) Trite, common.
Duke F. Not see him since? Sir, sir, that can.
But were I not the better part made mercy,
Of my revenge, thou present: But look to it;
Thy lands, and all things that thou dost call thine,
Oli. O, that your highness knew my heart in this ' I never lov'd my brother in my life.
Duke F. More villain thou.-Well, push him
And let my officers of such a nature
[Exe. SCENE II.-The Forest. Enter Orlando, with a paper.
Orl. 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 the r barks my thoughts I'll character;
Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where.
Enter Corin and Touchstone.
Cor. And how like you this shepherd's life, mas. ter Touchstone?
Duke S. If that you were the good sir Row-sheep; and that a great cause of the night, is lack of the sun: That he, that hath learned no wit by
(5) Seize by legal process. (6) Expeditiously. (7) Inexpressible.
nature nor art, may complain of good breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred.
Touch. Such a one is a natural philosopher.Wast ever in court, shepherd?
Cor. No, truly.
Cor. Sir, I am a true labourer; I earn that I eat, get that I wear; owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness; glad of other men's good, content with my harm: and the greatest of my pride is, to see my ewes graze, and my lambs suck.
Touch. 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 shelamb of a twelvemonth, to a crooked-pated, old, cuckoldly ram, out of all reasonable match. If thou be'st not damn'd for this, the devil himself will have no shepherds; I cannot see else how thou should'st 'scape.
Cor. Here comes young master Ganymede, my new mistress's brother.
Touch. Then thou art damn'd.
Cor. Nay, I hope,
Touch. Truly, tho art damn'd; like an illroasted egg, all on one side.
Cor. For not being at court? Your reason.
Touch. 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.
Cor. Not a whit, Touchstone: those, that are good manners, at the court, are as ridiculous in the country, as the behaviour of the country is most This mockable at the court. You told me, you salute you not at the court, but you kiss your hands; that courtesy would be uncleanly, if courtiers were shepherds.
Touch. Instance, briefly; come, instance. Cor. Why, we are still handling our ewes; and their fells, you know, are greasy.
Touch. Why, do not your courtier's hands sweat? and is not the grease of a mutton as whole-no, let the forest judge. some as the sweat of a man? Shallow, shallow: A better instance, I say; come.
Cor. Besides, our hands are hard.
Touch. Your lips will feel them the sooner. Shallow, again: A more sounder instance, come.
Cor. And they are often tarr'd over with the surgery of our sheep; And would you have us kiss tar? The courtier's hands are perfumed with civet.
Touch. 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.
Cor. You have too courtly a wit for me; I'll rest. Touch. Wilt thou rest damn'd? God help thee, shallow man! God make incision in thee! thou art raw.!
dinners, and suppers, and sleeping hours excepted ·
Touch. For a taste:
If a hart do lack a hind,
They that reap, must sheaf and bind ;
Such a nut is Rosalind.
He that sweetest rose will find,
Ros. Peace, you dull fool; I found them on a tree.
Ros. I'll graff it with you, and then I shall graft it with a medlar: then it will be the earliest fruit in the country: for you'll be rotten ere you be half ripe, and that's the right virtue of the medlar. Touch. You have said; but whether wisely or
Enter Celia, reading a paper.
Here comes my sister, reading; stand aside.
Runs his erring pilgrimage;
Buckles in his sum of age.
'Twixt the souls of friend and friend: But upon the fairest boughs,
Or at every sentence' end,
Teaching all that read, to know
Heaven would in little show.
That one body should be fill'd
Sad Lucretia's modesty.
By heavenly synod was devis'd;
To have the touches' dearest priz'd.