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You are there follow'd by a faithful shepherd; Look upon him, love him; he worships you. Phe. Good shepherd tell this youth what 'tis to love.
Sil. It is to be all made of sighs and tears;And so am I for Phebe.
Phe. And I for Ganymede.
Orl. Aud I for Rosalind.
Ros. And I for no woman.
1 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?
2 Page. I'faith, i'faith; and both in a tune, like two gipsies on a horse. SONG.
It was a lover, and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
Sil. It is to be all made of faith and service; That o'er the green corn-field did pass And so am I for Phebe.
Phe. And I for Ganymede.
Orl. And I for Rosalind.
Ros. And I for no woman.
Sil. It is to be all made of fantasy,
All made of passion, and all made of wishes;
All humbleness, all patience, and impatience,
Phe. And so am I for Ganymede. Orl. And so am I for Rosalind. Ros. And so am I for no woman. Phe. If this be so, why blame you me to love you? To ROSALIND. Sil. If this be so, why blame you me to love you? (To PHEBE. Orl. If this be so, why blame you me to love you? [me to love you? Ros. Who do you speak to, why blame you Orl. To her, that is not here, nor doth not hear.
Ros. Pray you, no more of this; 'tis like the howling of Irish woives against the moon. I will help you, [To SILVIUS] if I can:-I would love you, [To PHEBE] if 1 could.-To-morrow meet me all together.-I will marry yon [To PHEBE] if ever I marry woman, and I'll be married to-morrow:-I will satisfy you, [To ORLANDO] if ever I satisfied man, and you shall be married tomorrow:-I will content yon, [To SILVIUS] if what pleases you contents you, and you shall be married to-morrow.As you (To ORLANDO] love Rosalind, meet;-as you, [To SILVIUS) love Phebe, meet; And as I love no woman, Pil meet.-So, fare you well; I have left you commands. Sil. I'll not fail, if I live. Phe.
Nor I. [Exeunt.
SCENE III. The same. Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY. Touch. To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey; to-morrow will we be married.
Aud. 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. Here comes two of the banished duke's pages. Enter two Pages.
1 Page. Well met, honest gentleman. Touch. By my troth, well met: Come, sit, sit, and a song.
2 Page. We are for you: sit i'the middle.
In the spring time, the only pretty rank
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 nonino, These pretty country folks would lie, In spring time, &c.
This carol they began that hour,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
And therefore take the present time,
In spring time, &c.
Touch. Truly, young gentlemen, though there was no greater matter in the ditty, yet the note was very untuneable.
1 Puge. You are deceived, sir; we kept time, we lost not our time.
Touch. By my troth, yes; I count it but time lost to hear such a foolish song. God be with you; and God mend your voices! Come, Audrey. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV. Another part of the Forest. Enter DUKE senior, AMIENS, JAQUES,
ORLANDO, OLIVER, and CELIA. Duke S. Dost thou believe, Orlando, that Can do all this that he hath promised? [the boy Orl. I sometimes do believe, and sometimes [fear. As those that fear they hope, and know they Enter ROSALIND, SILVIUS, and PHEBE. Ros. Patience once more, whiles our compáct is urged:---You say, if I bring in your Rosalind," [To the DUKE. You will bestow her on Orlando here? Duke S. That would I, had I kingdoms to give with her. [I bring her? Ros. And you say, you will have her, when [To ORLANDO.
Orl. That would I, were I of all kingdoms king. [willing;
Ros. You say, you'll marry me, if I be [To PHEBE.
Phe. That will I, should I die the hour after. Ros. But, if you do refuse to marry me, You'll give yourself to this most faithful shepPhe. So is the bargain. [herd? Ros. You say, that you'll have Phebe, if she will? [TO SILVIUS.
A married woman.
Sil. Though to have her and death were both one thing. [even. Ros. I have promised to make all this matter Keep you your word, O duke, to give your daughter ;
You yours, Orlando, to receive his daughter:
[Exeunt ROSALIND and CELIA. Duke S. I do remember in this shepherd-boy Some lively touches of my daughter's favour. Orl. My lord, the first time that I ever saw him,
Methought he was a brother to your daughter:
Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY. Jaq. 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.
Touch. Salutation and greeting to you all! Jaq. 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.
Touch. 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.
Jaq. And how was that ta'en up? Touch. 'Faith, we met and found the quarrel was upon the seventh cause.
Jaq. How seventh cause ?-Good my lord,
like this fellow.
Duke S. I like him very well.
Touch. 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-favoured thing, sir, but mine own; a poor humour 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 S. By my faith, he is very swift and sententious.
Touch. According to the fool's bolt, sir, and such dulcet diseases.
Jaq. But, for the seventh cause; how did you find the quarrel on the seventh cause?
Touch. Upon a lie seven times removed;Bear your body more seeming t, 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 cour
teous. 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 call'd 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. Jaq. And how oft did you say, his beard was not well cut?
Touch. I durst go no farther than the Lie circumstantial, nor he durst not give me the Lie direct; and so we measured swords, and parted.
Jaq. Can you nominate in order now the degrees of the lie?
Touch. 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 f. 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 peace-maker; much virtue in If.
Jaq. Is not this a rare fellow, my lord? he's as good at any thing, and yet a fool.
Duke S. He uses his folly like a stalkinghorse, and under the presentation of that, he shoots his wit.
Enter HYMEN, leading ROSALIND, in
Hym. Then is there mirth in heaven,
Good duke, receive thy daughter,
To you I give myself, for I am yours.
Duke S. If there be truth in sight, you are my daughter. [Rosalind. Orl. If there be truth in sight, you are my Phe. If sight and shape be true, Why then, my love adieu !
Ros. I'll have no father, if you be not he:[TO DUKE S.
I'll have no husband, if you be not he:
Nor ne'er wed woman, if you be not she.
Hym. 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*. You and you no cross shall part:
[To ORL. and Ros. You and you are heart in heart: [To OLI. and CEL. You [To PЯEBE] to his love must accord, Or have a woman to your lord:You and you are sure together,
Shall share the good of our returned fortune,
Jaq. To him will f: out of these convertites There is much matter to be heard and learn'd.[To TOUCH. and AUD. You to your former honour I bequeath;
As the winter to foul weather.
Even daughter, welcome in no less degree.
Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combinet.
Enter JAQUES DE BOIS.
I am the second son of old sir Rowland,
[To Duke S. Your patience, and your virtue, well-deserves [faith doth merit :You [To ORLANDO] to a love, that your true You [To OLIVER] to your land, and love, and great allies:[bed ;You [To SILVIUS] to a long and well-deserved And you [To TOUCHSTONE] to wrangling; for thy loving voyage [pleasures; Is but for two months victual'd:-So to your I am for other than for dancing measures. Duke S. Stay, Jaques, stay. [have Jaq. To see no pastime, I:-what you would I'll stay to know at your abandon'd cave. [Exit. Duke S. Proceed, proceed: we will begin
Ros. 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 them and so I charge you, O men, for the love you bear to women, (as I perceive by your simpering, none of you hate 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 mes, 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 curt'sy, bid me farewell. [Exeunt. + Bind. + Dressed.
• Unless truth fails of veracity.
§ That I liked.
Of this play the fable is wild and pleasing. I know not how the ladies will approve the facility with which both Rosalind and Celia give away their hearts. To Celia much may be forgiven for the heroism of her friendship. The character of Jaques is natural and well preserved. The comic dialogue is very sprightly, with less mixture of low buffoonery than in some other plays; and the graver part is elegant and harmonious. By hastening to the end of this work, Shakspeare suppressed the dialogue between the usurper and the hermit, and lost an opportunity of exhibiting a moral lesson in which he might have found matter worthy of his highest powers.-JOHNSON.
Lords, attending on the King: Officers, Soldiers, &c., French and Florentine. Scene,-Partly in France, and partly in Tuscany.
Rousillon. A Room in the Countess's
Enter BERTRAM, the Countess of Rousillon, HELENA, and LAFEU, in mourning. Count. In delivering my son from me, I bury a second husband.
Ber. And I, in going, madam, weep o'er my father's death anew: but I must attend his majesty's command, to whom I am now in ward, evermore in subjection.
Laf. You shall find of the king a husband, madam;-you, sir, a father: He that so generally is at all times good, must of necessity hold his virtue to you; whose worthiness would stir it up where it wanted, rather than lack it where there is such abundance.
Count. What hope is there of his majesty's amendment?
Laf. He hath abandoned his physicians, madam; under whose practices he hath persecuted time with hope; and finds no other advantage in the process but only the losing of hope by time.
Count. This young gentlewoman had a father, (0, that had t! how sad a passage 'tis !) whose skill was almost as great as his honesty had it stretched so far, would have made nature immortal, and death should have play for lack of work. 'Would, for the king's sake, he were living! I think, it would be the death of the king's disease.
Laf. How called you the man you speak of, madam?
Count. He was famous, sir, in his profes
Under his particular care, as my guardian.
sion, and it was his great right to be so: Ge rard de Narbon.
Laf. He was excellent, indeed, madam; the king very lately spoke of him, admiringly, and mourningly he was skilful enough to have lived still, if knowledge could be set up against mortality.
Ber. What is it, my good lord, the king languishes of?
Laf. A fistula, my lord.
Ber. I heard not of it before.
Laf. I would, it were not notorious.-Was this gentlewoman the daughter of Gerard de Narbon ?
Count. His sole child, my lord; and be queathed to my overlooking. I have those hopes of her good, that her education promi ses her dispositions she inherits, which make fair gifts fairer; for where an unclean mind carries virtuous qualities, there commendations go with pity, they are virtues and trai tors too; in her they are the better for their simpleness ; she derives her honesty, and achieves her goodness.
Laf. Your commendations, madam, get from her tears.
Count. 'Tis the best brine a maiden can season her praise in. The remembrance of her father never approaches her heart, but the tyranny of her sorrows takes all livelihood || from her cheek. No more of this, Helena, go to, no more; lest it be rather thought you affect a sorrow, than to have.
Hel. I do affect a sorrow, indeed, but I have it too.
Laf. Moderate lamentation is the right of + The countess recollects her own loss of
a husband and observes how heavily had passes through her mind. Qualities of good breeding and erudition.
All appearance of life.
§ i. e., Her excellencies are the better because they are artless.
the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living.
Count. If the living be enemy to the grief, the excess makes it soon mortal.
Ber. Madam, I desire your holy wishes.
In manners, as in shape! thy blood, and vir
Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy
That thee may furnish, and my prayers
Fall on thy head! Farewell.-My lord,
He cannot want the best
That shall attend his love.
Laf. Farewell, pretty lady: You must hold the credit of your father.
[Exeunt BERTRAM and LAFEU.
I have forgot him: my imagination
To see him every hour; to sit and draw
One that goes with him: I love him for his
And yet I know him a notorious liar,
Yet these fix'd evils sit to fit in him,
Hel. And no.
Par. Are you meditating on virginity? Hel. Ay. You have some stain of soldier in you; let me ask you a question: Man is enemy to virginity; how may we barricado it against him?
Par. Keep him out.
Hel. But he assails; and our virginity though valiant in the defence, yet is weak unfold to us some warlike resistance.
Par. There is none; man, sitting down before you, will undermine you, and blow you up.
Hel. Bless our poor virginity from underminers, and blowers up!-Is there no military policy, how virgins might blow up men?
Par. Virginity, being blown down, man will quicklier be blown up: marry, in blowing him down again, with the breach yourselves made, you lose your city. It is not politic in the commonwealth of nature, to preserve virginity, Loss of virginity is rational increase; and there was never virgin got, till virginity was first lost. That, you were made of, is metal to make virgins. Virginity, by being once lost, may be ten times found: by being ever kept, it is ever lost: 'tis too cold a companion; away with it.
Hel. I will stand for't a little, though therefore I die a virgin.
Par. There's little can be said in't; 'tis against the rule of nature. To speak on the part of virginity, is to accuse your mothers; which is most infallible disobedience. He, that hangs himself, is a virgin: virginity murders itself; and should be buried in highways, out of all sanctified limit, as a desperate offendress against nature. Virginity breeds mites, much like a cheese; consumes itself to the very paring, and so dies with feeding his own stomach. Besides, virginity is peevish, proud, idle, made of self-love, which is the most inhibited ¶ sin in the canon. Keep it not; you cannot choose but lose by't: Out with't: within ten years it will make itself ten, which is a goodly increase; and the principal itself not much the worse: Away with't.
Hel. How might one do, sir, to lose it to her own liking?
Par. Let me see: Marry, ill, to like him that ne'er it likes. 'Tis a commodity will lose the gloss with lying; the longer kept, the less worth: off with't, while 'tis vendible: an
i. e., That may help thee with more and better qualifications. be mistress of your wishes, and have power to bring them to effect. ders her heart as the tablet on which his resemblance was portrayed. of feature.
ti. e., May you Helena consi§ Peculiarity