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Cel. Young gentleman, your spirits are too bold I should have given him tears unto entreaties, for your years: You have seen cruel proof of this Ere he should thus have ventur'd. Gentle cousin, man's strength: if you saw yourself with your eyes,
or knew yourself with your judgm nt, the fear Let us go thank him, and encourage him : of your adventure would counsel you to a more My father's rough and envious disposition equal enterprise. We pray you, for your own Sticks me at heart.-Sir, you have well deserv'd: sake, to embrace your own safety, and give over If you do keep your promises in love, But justly, as you have exceeded promise, this attempt. Your mistress shall be happy. Ros.
Ros. Do, young sir; your reputation shall not Gentleman, therefore be misprized; we will make it our suit to [Giving him a chain from her neck. the duke, that the wrestling might not go forward. Ol. I beseech you, punish me not with your Wear this for me; one out of suits with fortune;* hard thoughts; wherein I confess me much guilty, That could give more, but that her hand lacks to deny so fair and excellent ladies any thing. But let your fair eyes, and gentle wishes, go with me Shall we go, coz? Ay:-Fare you well, fair gentleman. to my trial: wherein if I be foiled, there is but Orl. Can I not say, I thank you? My better parts one shamed that was never gracious; if killed, but one dead that is willing to be so: I shall do my Are all thrown down; and that which here stands [up, friends no wrong, for I have none to lament me; Is but a quintain, a mere lifeless block. Ros. He calls us back: My pride fell with my the world no injury, for in it I have nothing; only in the world Ill up a place, which may be better supplied when I have made it empty.
Rus. The little strength that I have, I would it
were with you.
Cel. And mine, to eke out hers.
Ros. Fare you well.-Pray heaven, I be deceived in you!
Cel. Your heart's desires be with you!
Cha. Come, where is this young gallant, that is so desirous to lie with his mother earth?
Or. Ready, sir; but his will hath in it a more modest working.
I'll ask him what he would:-Did you call, sir?
Duke F. You shall try but one fall. Cha. No, I warrant your grace; you shall not entreat him to a second, that have so mightily per
Orlando! thou art overthrown;
Will you go, coz? Ros. Have with you:-Fare you well. [Exeunt Rosalind and Celia. Orl. What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue?
cannot speak to her, yet she urg'd conference. Re-enter Le Beau.
suaded him from a first.
Orl. You mean to mock me after; you should not have mocked me before: but come your ways. Ros. Now, Hercules be thy speed, young man! Cel. I would I were invisible, to catch the strong fellow by the leg. [Charles and Orlando wrestle. Ros. O excellent young man! Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who should down. [Charles is thrown. Shout. Duke F. No more, no more.
Orl. Yes, I beseech your grace; I am not yet! well breathed.
Duke F. How dost thou, Charles?
Orl. Orlando, my liege; the youngest son of
sir Rowland de Bois.
Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thee.
Orl. I thank you, sir: and, pray you, tell me this;
Le Beau. Neither his daughter, if we judge by
To be adopted heir to Frederick.
Ros. My father lov'd sir Rowland as his soul,
Hadst thou descended from another house.
Duke F. I would, thou hadst been son to some
The world esteem'd thy father honourable,
But that the people praise her for her virtues,
Thou should'st have better pleas'd me with this Will suddenly break forth.-Sir, fare you well;
Hereafter, in a better world than this,
I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.
(1) Appellation. (2) Turned out of her service.
But yet, indeed, the shorter is his daughter:
Cel. Why, cousin; why, Rosalind ;-Cupid have mercy!-Not a word?
Ros. Not one to throw at a dog.
Cel. No, thy words are too precious to be cast
(4) Temper, disposition.
away upon curs, throw some of them at me; come, | lame me with reasons.
Cel. I did not then entreat to have her stay, It was your pleasure, and your own remorse; Ros. Then there were two cousins laid up; when I was too young that time to value her, the one should be lamed with reasons, and the other But now I know her: if she be a traitor, mad without any. Why so am I; we still have slept together, Rose at an instant, learn'd, play'd, eat together; 0,[And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans, Stil we went coupled, and inseparable.
Cel. But is all this for your father?
Ros. No, some of it for my child's father: how full of briers is this working-day world!
Duke F. She is too subtle for thee; and her smoothness,
Cel. 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. Ros. I could shake them off my coat; these burs are in my heart.
Her very silence, and her patience,
Cel. Hem them away.
Ros. I would try; if I could cry hem, and have him.
Cel. Come, come, wrestle with thy affections. Ros. O, they take the part of a better wrestler than myself.
Cel. 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? If you out-stay the time, upon mine honour, Ros. The duke my father lov'd his father dearly. And in the greatness of my word, you die.
When she is gone: then open not thy lips;
Which I have pass'd upon her; she is banish'd.
Cel. 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.
[Exeunt Duke Frederick and lords.
Ros. No, 'faith, hate him not, for my sake.
Enter Duke Frederick, with lords.
Duke F. Mistress, despatch you with your safest haste,
And get you from our court.
I do beseech your grace,
Or have acquaintance with mine own desires;
Thus do all traitors;
Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor;
Ros. So was I, when your highness took his
cannot live out of her company.
Inveterately. (2) Compassion.
(3) Avery, low-coloured meth
That he hath not.
To seek my uncle.
Cel. I'll put myself in poor and mean attire,
Cel. What shall I call thee, when thou art a
Ros. I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own
And therefore look you call me, Ganymede.
So was 1, when your highness banish'd him ;
Cel. Dear sovereign, hear me speak.
Duke F. Ay, Celia; we stay'd her for your sake, No longer Celia, but Aliena.
Else had she with her father rang'd along.
Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state;
Ros. But, cousin, what if we assay'd to steal The clownish fool out of your father's court?
Duke S. Now, my co-mates, and brothers in
Hath not old custom made this life more sweet
Ami. I would not change it: Happy" is your
Duke S. Come, shall we go and kill us venison?
Indeed, my lord,
'Tis right, quoth he; this misery doth part
2 Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and com-
Upon the sobbing deer.
Show me the place;
love to cope2 him in these sullen fits, For then he's full of matter.
2 Lord. I'll bring you to him straight. [Exeunt. SCENE II-A room in the palace. Enter Duke Frederick, Lords, and attendants.
Duke F. Can it be possible, that no man saw
It cannot be some villains of my court
If he be absent, bring his brother to me,
Orl. Who's there?
Of old sir Rowland! why, what make you here?
1 Lord. O, yes, into a thousand similes.
(1) Barbed arrows. (2) Encounter. (3) Scurvy.
Orl. Why, what's the matter?
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
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.;
(1) Mansion, residence.
(2) Blood turned from its natural course. (3) A piece of money stamped with a cross.
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.
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.
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
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
(4) In the night.
(5) The instrument with which washers beat clothes.
Peace, I say:
Good even to you, friend.
Cor. And to you, gentle sir, and to you all.
Ros. What is he that shall buy his flock and
Cor. That young swain that you saw here but erewhile,
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
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,
Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither;
Here shall he see
But winter and rough weather.
Jaq. More, more, I pr'ythee, more.
Come, sing; and you that will not, hold your tongues.
Ami. 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.
Ami. What you will, monsieur Jaques.
Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names; they owe me nothing: Will you sing?
Ami. More at your request, than to please myself. Jag. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you: but that they call compliment, is like the encounter of two dog-apes; and when a man thanks me heartily, methinks I have given him a penny, and he records me the beggarly thanks.
(2) Ragged and rugged had formerly the same meaning.
Jaq. And I have been all this day to avoid him. He is too dispútable' 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.
Who doth ambition shun, [All together here.
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 before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour.
Jaq. I thank it. More, I pr'ythee, more. I can Well said! thou look'st cheerly; and I'll be with suck melancholy out of a song, as a weazel sucks thee quickly.-Yet thou liest in the bleak air: eggs: More, I pr'ythee, more. Ami. My voice is ragged; I know, I cannot shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any Come, I will bear thee to some shelter; and thou 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.
Seeking the food he eats,
Come hither, come hither, come hither;
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: