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Falls not the axe upon the humbled neck,
Ros. He's fallen in love with her foulness, and But first begs pardon ; Will you sterner be she'll fall in love with my anger : If it be so, as fast Than he that dies and lives by bloody drops ? as she answers thee with frowning looks, I'll sauce
her with bitter words. — Why look you so upon me? Enter ROSALIND, Celia, and Corin, at a distance.
Phe. For no ill will I bear you. Phe. I would not be thy executioner ;
Ros. I pray you, do not fall in love with me, I fly thee, for I would not injure thee.
For I am falser than vows made in wine : Thou tell'st me, there is murder in mine eye : Besides, I like you not : If you will know my 'Tis pretty, sure, and very probable,
house, That eyes, — that are the frail'st and softest things, 'Tis at the tuft of olives, here hard by : Who shut their coward gates on atomies,
Will you go, sister ? - Shepherd, ply her hard : Should be call'd tyrants, butchers, murderers ! Come, sister :- Shepherdess, look on him better, Now I do frown on thee with all my heart ; And be not proud ; though all the world could see, And, if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill | None could be so abus'd in sight as he. thee;
Come to our flock. Now counterfeit to swoon ; why, now fall down;
(Exeunt ROSALIND, CELIA, and CORIN. Or, if thou can'st not, O, for shame, for shame, Phe. Dead shepherd ! now I find thy saw of Lie not, to say mine eyes are murderers.
Ha! what say'st thou, Silvius ? The cicatrice and capable impressure
Sil. Sweet Phebe, pity me. Thy palm some moment keeps : but now mine eyes, Phe. Why, I am sorry for thee, gentle Silvius. Which I have darted at thee, hurt thee not;
Sil. Wherever sorrow is, relief would be ; Nor, I am sure, there is no force in eyes
you do sorrow at my grief in love, That can do hurt.
By giving love, your sorrow and my grief
Were both extermin'd.
Phe. Thou hast my love; is not that neighbourly? You meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy, Sil. I would have you. Then shall you know the wounds invisible
Why, that were covetousness, That love's keen arrows make.
Silvius, the time was, that I hated thee; Phe.
But, till that time And yet it is not, that I bear thee love : Come not thou near me: and, when that time But since that thou canst talk of love so well, comes,
Thy company, which erst was irksome to me, Afflict me with thy mocks, pity me not ;
I will endure ; and I'll employ thee too : As, till that time, I shall not pity thee.
But do not look for further recompense, Ros. And why, I pray you? (Advancing.) Who Than thine own gladness that thou art employ'd. might be your mother,
Si. So holy and so perfect is my love, That you insult, exult, and all at once,
And I in such a poverty of grace, Over the wretched ? What though you have more That I shall think it a most plenteous crop beauty,
To glean the broken ears after the man (As, by my faith, I see no more in you
That the main harvest reaps : loose now and then Than without candle may go dark to bed,)
A scatter'd smile, and that I'll live upon. Must you be therefore proud and pitiless ?
Phe. Know'st thou the youth that spoke to me Why, what means this? Why do you look on me?
ere while ? I see no more in you, than in the ordinary
Si. Not very well, but I have met him oft ; Of nature's sale-work : - Od's my little life ! And he hath bought the cottage, and the bounds, I think, she means to tangle my eyes too :
That the old carlot once was master of. No, 'faitli, proud mistress, hope not after it ;
Phe. Think not I love him, though I ask for Tis not your inky brows, your black silk hair, Your bugle eye-balls, nor your cheek of cream, 'Tis but a peevish boy :-yet he talks well ; That can entame my spirits to your worship. But what care I for words? yet words do well, You foolish shepherd, wherefore do you follow her, When he that speaks them pleases those that hear. Like foggy south, puffing with wind and rain ? It is a pretty youth: - not very pretty :: You are a thousand times a properer man,
But sure he's proud; and yet his pride becomes Than she a woman : 'Tis such fools as you,
him: That make the world full of ill-favour'd children: He'll make a proper man: The best thing in him Tis not her glass, but you, that flatters her; Is his complexion ; and faster than his tongue And out of you she sees herself more proper, Did make offence, his eye did heal it up. Than any of her lineaments can show her ; - He is not tall; yet for his years he's tall : But, mistress, know yourself'; down on your knees, His leg is but so so; and yet 'tis well : And thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love : There was a pretty redness in his lip ; For I must tell you friendly in your ear,
A little riper and more lusty red; Sell when you can; you are not for all markets : Than that mix'd in his cheek ; 'twas just the dirCry the man mercy ; love him ; take his offer :
ference Foul is inost foul, being foul to be a scoffer. Betwixt the constant red, and mingled damask. So, take her to thee, shepherd ; - fare you well. There be some women, Silvius, had they mark'd Phe. Sweet youth, I pray you chide a year to
In parcels as I did, would have gone near
I fore him not, nor hate him not; and yet I'll write to him a very taunting letter,
Si. Phebe, with all my heart.
I'll write it straight; And, now I am reinember'd, scorn'd at me; The matter's in my head, and in my heart : I marvel, why I answer'd not again :
I will be bitter with him, and passing short : But that's all one; omittance is no quittance. Go with me, Silvius,
SCENE I. The same.
Ros. Ay, of a snail ; for though he comes slowly,
he carries his house on his head; a better jointure, Enter ROSALIND, Celia, and JAQUES.
I think, than you can make a woman : Besides, he Jag. I pr'ythee, pretty youth, let me be better brings his destiny with him. acquainted with thee.
Orl. What's that? Ra. They say you are a melancholy fellow. Ros. Why, horns; which such as you are fain to Jaq. I am so; I do love it better than laughing. be beholden to your wives for : but he comes
Res. Those, that are in extremity of either, are armed in his fortune, and prevents the slander of his abominable fellows; and betray themselves to every wife. modern censure, worse than drunkards.
Orl. Virtue is no horn-maker; and my Rosalind Hag. Why, 'tis good to be sad and say nothing.
is virtuous. Ras Why then, 'tis good to be a post.
Ros. And I am your Rosalind. Jaq. I have neither the scholar's melancholy, Cel. It pleases him to call you so; but he hath a which is ennulation; nor the musician's, which is Rosalind of a better leer than you. fantastical ; nor the courtier's, which is proud ; nor Ros. Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in the soldier's, which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, a holiday humour, and like enough to consent :which is politick; nor the lady's, which is nice; What would you say to me now, an I were your for the lover's, which is all these : but it is a melan- very very Rosalind ? choly of mine own, compounded of many simples, Orl. I would kiss before I spoke. estructed from many objects: and, indeed, the sun Ros. Nay, you were better speak first; and when dry contemplation of my travels, in which my often you were gravelled for lack of matter, you might rumination wraps me, is a most humorous sadness. take occasion to kiss. Very good orators, when
Ras. A traveller! By my faith, you have great they are out, they will spit ; and for lovers, lacking reason to be sad: I fear, you have sold your own (God warn us !) matter, the cleanliest shift is to kiss, lands, to see other men's; then, to have seen much, Orl. How if the kiss be denied ? and to have nothing, is to have rich eyes and poor Ros. Then she puts you to entreaty, and there hands.
begins new matter. Iaq. Yes, I have gained my experience.
Orl. Who could be out, being before his bel
mistress? Enter ORLANDO.
Ros. Marry, that should you, if I were your Ras. And your experience makes you sad : I had mistress ; or I should think my honesty ranker than rather have a fool to make me merry, than experi- my wit. ence to make me sad; and to travel for it too. Orl. What, of my suit ? Orh Good day, and happiness, dear Rosalind ! Ros. Not out of your
apparel, and yet out of your Jaq. Nay then, God be wi' you, and you talk in suit. Am not I your
Rosalind? blank verve.
[Erit. Orl. I take some joy to say you are, because I Ras. Farewell, monsieur traveller: Look, you would be talking of her. lisp, and wear strange suits ; disable all the bene Ros. Well, in her person, I say - I will not have fits of your own country: be out of love with your you. mativity, and almost chide God for making you that Orl. Then, in mine own person, I die. countenance you are; or I will scarce think you have Ros. No, faith, die by attorney. The poor world svan in a gondola. – Why, how now, Orlando! is almost six thousand years old, and in all this time where have you been all this while ? You a lover ? there was not any man died in his own person, vide
An you serve me such another trick, never come licet, in a love-cause. Troilus had his brains dashed in my sight more.
out with a Grecian club; yet he did what he could Ont. My fair Rosalind, I come within an hour of to die before ; and he is one of the patterns of love. tory promise.
Leander, he would have lived many a fair year, Raz. Break an hour's promise in love? He that though Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for will divide a minute into a thousand parts, and a hot midsummer night ; for, good youth, he went break but a part of the thousandth part of a minute but forth to wash him in the Hellespont, and, in the affairs of love, it may be said of him, that being taken with the cramp, was drowned ; and the Cupid hath clapp'd him o'the shoulder, but I warrant foolish chroniclers of that age found it was — Hero him heart-whole.
of Sestos. But these are all lies; men have died Orl. Pardon me, dear Rosalind.
from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but Rus. Nay, an you be so tardy, come no more in not for love. my sight; I had as lief be woo'd of a snail.
Orl. I would not have my right Rosalind of this Ort. Of a snail ?
mind; for, I protest, her frown might kill me.
Ros. By this hand, it will not kill a fy: But Orl. I must attend the duke at dinner ; by two come, now I will be your Rosalind in a more o'clock I will be with thee again. coming-on disposition ; and ask me what you will, Ros. Ay, go your ways, go your ways ; I knew I will grant it.
what you would prove; my friends told me as much, Orl. Then love me, Rosalind.
and I thought no less: that flattering tongue uf Ros. Yes, faith will I, Fridays, and Saturdays, yours won me : --'tis but onc cast away, and so, and all.
Two o'clock is your hour ? Orl. And wilt thou have me?
Orl. Ay, sweet Rosalind. Ros. Ay, and twenty such.
Ros. By my troth, and in good earnest, and so Orl. What say'st thou ?
God mend me, and by all pretty oaths that are not Ros. Are you not good ?
dangerous, if you break one jot of your promise, Orl. I hope so.
or come one minute behind your hour, I will think Ros. Why then, can one desire too much of a you the most pathetical break-promise, and the good thing? Come, sister, you shall be the priest, most hollow lover, and the most unworthy of her and marry us. Give me your hand, Orlando : you call Rosalind, that may be chosen out of the What do you say, sister?
gross band of the unfaithful; therefore beware my Orl. Pray thee, marry us.
censure, and keep your promise. Cel. I cannot say the words.
Orl. With no less religion, than if thou wert Ros. You must begin, Will you, Orlando, indeed my Rosalind : So, adieu.
Cel. Go to: Will you, Orlando, have to wife Ros. Well, time is the old justice that examines this Rosalind?
all such offenders, and let time try: Adieu ! Orl. I will.
(Exit ORLANDO Ros. Ay, but when ?
Cel. You have simply misus'd our sex in your Orl. Why now; as fast as she can marry us. love-prate : we must have your doublet and hose
Ros. Then you must say, - I take thee, Rosalind, plucked over your head, and show the world what for wife.
the bird hath done to her own nest. Ori. I take thee, Rosalind, for wife.
Ros. O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that Ros. I might ask you for your commission ; but, thou didst know how many fauhuin deep I am in - I do take thee, Orlando, for my husband: There love! But it cannot be sounded; my affection hath a girl goes before the priest; and, certainly, a wo an unknown bottom, like the bay of Portugal. man's thought runs before her actions.
Cel. Or, rather, bottomless; that as fast as you Orl. So do all thoughts; they are winged. pour affection in, it runs out.
Ros. Now tell me, how long you would have her, Ros. No, that same wicked bastard of Venus, after you have possessed her.
that was begot of thought, conceived of spleen, Ori. For
and born of madness; that blind rascally boy, that Ros. Say a day, without the ever : No, no, Or abuses every one's eyes, because his own are out,
men are April when they woo, December let him be judge, how deep I am in love : - I'll tell when they wed: maids are May when they are thee, Aliena, I cannot be out of the sight of Ormaids, but the sky changes when they are wives. I lando : I'll go find a shadow, and sigh till he come. will be more jealous of thee than a Barbary cock Cel. And I'll sleep.
[Ewenen. pigeon over his hen; more clamorous than a parrot against rain ; more new-fangled than an ape ; more SCENE II. - Another part of the Forest. giddy in my destres than a monkey : I will weep
Enter Jaques and Lords, in the habit of Foresters for nothing, like Diana in the fountain, and I will do that when you are disposed to be merry; I will Jaq. Which is he that killed the deer ? laugh like a hyen, and that when thou art inclined 1 Lord. Sir, it was I. to sleep
Jaq. Let's present him to the duke, like a RoOrl. But will my Rosalind do so ?
man conqueror; and it would do well to set the Ros. By my life, she will do as I do,
deer's horns upon his head, for a branch of victory: Orl. O, but she is wise.
Have you no song, forester, for this purpose? Ros. Or else she could not have the wit to do 2 Lord. Yes, sir. this : the wiser, the waywarder : Make the doors Jaq. Sing it; 'tis no matter how it be in tune, so upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the case it make noise enough. ment; shut that, and 'twill out at the key-hole; stop that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney.
SONG. Orl. A man that had a wife with such a wit, he
1. What shall he have, that kill'd the deer? might say, Wit, whither wilt?
2. His leather skin, and horne to wear. Ros. Nay, you might keep that check for it, till
1. Then sing him homs : you met your wife's wit going to your neighbour's
Take thou no scorn, to wear the horn; bed.
It was a crest ere thou wast born. Orl." And what wit could wit have to excuse that ?
1. Thy father's father wore it ; Ros. Marry, to say, - she came to seek you there.
2. And thy father bore it : You shall never take her without her answer, unless Al. The horn, the horn, the lusty horn, you take her without her tongue. 0, that woman
Is not a thing to laugh to scorn. (Essunt. that cannot make her fault her husband's occasion, let her never nurse her child herself, for she will
SCENE III. - The Forest. breed it like a fool.
Enter ROSALIND and CELIA. Orl. For these two hours, Rosalind, I will leave thee.
Ros. How say you now? Is it not past two Rus. Alas, dear love, I cannot lack thee two hours. o'clock? And here much Orlando !
The nut shed bear this bar den
C. I warrant you, with pure love, and troubled Or else by him my love deny,
Si. Call you this chiding?
Cel. Alas, poor shepherd !
Ros. Do you pity him? no, he deserves no pity. SEL. My errand is to you, fair youth ;
Wilt thou love such a woman ? - What, to make My gende Plebe bid me give you this :
thee an instrument, and play false strains upon thee! [Giving a letter.
not to be endured !- Well, go your way to her, (for I know not the contents; but, as I guess,
I see, love hath made thee a tame snake,) and say By the stern brow, and waspish action
this to her ; – That if she love me, I charge her to Which she did use as she was writing of it, love thee: if she will not, I will never have her, It bears an angry tenor : pardon me,
unless thou entreat for her. - If you be a true lover, I am bat as a guiltless messenger.
hence, and not a word ; for here comes more comRu. Patience herself would startle at this letter, pany.
(Exit SuLVIUS. And play the swaggerer ; bear this, bear all :
Oli. Good-morrow, fair ones : Pray you, if you
know Were man as rare as Phænix; Od's my will ! Where, in the purlieus of this forest, stands Her love is not the hare that I do hunt:
A sheep-cote, fenc'd about with olive-trees? Why writes she so to me? - Well, shepherd, well, Cel. West of this place, down in the neighbour This is a letter of your own device.
bottom, S. No, I protest, I know not the contents ;
The rank of osiers, by the murmuring stream, Thebe did write it.
Left on your right hand, brings you to the place : Come, come, you are a fool,
But at this hour the house doth keep itself, And tum'd into the extremity of love.
There's none within. I saw ber hand : she has a leathern hand,
Oli. If that an eye may profit by a tongue, Airestone-colour'd hand; I verily did think
Then I should know you by description ; That her old gloves were on, but 'twas her hands ; Such garments, and such years: The boy is fair, See has a huswife's hand: but that's no matter : Of female favour, and bestows himself Iss, she never did invent this letter:
Like a ripe sister : but the woman low,
And browner than her brother. Are not you
The owner of the house I did inquire for?
Cel. It is no boast, being ask'd, to say, we are. A style for challengers; why, she defies me,
Oli. Orlando doth commend him to you both; Like Terk to Christian : woman's gentle brain And to that youth, he calls his Rosalind, Could not drop forth such giant-rude invention, He sends this bloody napkin ; Are you he? Sach Ethiop words, blacker in their effect
Ros. I am: what must we understand by this? Thaa in their countenance :- Will you hear the Oli. Some of my shame ; if you will know of me letter?
What man I am, and how, and why, and where a. so please you, for I never heard it yet ;
This handkerchief was stain’d. Yet heard too much of Phebe's cruelty.
pray you, tell it. Res. Ste Phebes me: Mark how the tyrant
Oli. When last the young Orlando parted from
He left a promise to return again
Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy,
Lo, what befel! he threw his eye aside,
Under an oak, whose boughs were moss'd with age, Res Way, thy godhead laid apart,
And high top bald with dry antiquity,
Lay sleeping on his back : about his neck
A green and gilded snake had wreath'd itself, man did woo me,
Who with her head, nimble in threats, approach'd
The opening of his mouth ; but suddenly
And with indented glides did slip away
Into a bush : under which bush's shade
A lioness, with udders all drawn dry,
Lay couching, head on ground, with cat-like watch,
When that the sleeping man should stir; for 'tis
The royal disposition of that beast,
To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead :
This seen, Orlando did approach the man,
And found it was his brother, his elder brother. And by kim seal up thy mind;
Cel. 0, I have heard him speak of that same Whether that thy youth and kind
And he did render him the most unnatural
That liv'd 'mongst men.
2. Call you this railing ?
Whiles the eye of
Mearing me a beast.
Little knows this love in me :
And we'l he might so do, His broken promise, and to give this napkin, For well I know he was unnatural.
Dy'd in this blood, unto the shepherd youth Ros. But, to Orlando ;- Did he leave him there, That he in sport doth call his Rosalind. Food to the suck'd and hungry lioness?
Cel. Why, how now, Ganymede ? sweet GanyOli. Twice did he turn his back, and purpos'd so:
[ROSALIND fainis. But kindness, nobler ever than revenge,
Oli. Many will swoon when they do look on blood. And nature, stronger than his just occasion,
Cel. There is more in it:-Cousin - Ganymede! Made him give battle to the lioness,
Oli. Look, he recovers. Who quickly fell before him ; in which hurtling Ros.
I would, I were at home. From miserable slumber I awak'd.
Cel. We'll lead you thither :Cel. Are you his brother?
I pray you, will you take him by the arm? Ros.
Was it you he rescued ? Oli. Be of good cheer, youth : You a man? Cel. Was't you that did so oft contrive to kill him? You lack a man's heart.
Oli. Twas I; but 'tis not I: I do not shame Ros. I do so, I confess it. Ah, sir, a body would To tell you what I was, since my conversion think this was well counterfeited : I pray you, tell So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am.
your brother how well I counterfeited. — Heigh Ros. But, for the bloody napkin ?
By, and by Oli. This was not counterfeit; there is too great When from the first to last, betwixt us two, testimony in your complexion, that it was a passion Tears our recountments had most kindly bath'd, of earnest. As, how I came into that desert place;
Ros. Counterfeit, I assure you. In brief, he led me to the gentle duke,
Oli. Well then, take a good heart, and counterWho gave me fresh array, and entertainment, feit to be a man. Committing me unto my brother's love ;
Ros. So I do: but i'faith I should have been a Who led me instantly unto his cave,
woman by right. There stripp'd himself, and here upon his arm Cel. Come, you look paler and paler; pray you, The lioness had torn some flesh away,
draw homewards : - . Good sir, go with us. Which all this while had bled; and now he fainted, Oli. That will I, for I must bear answer back And cry'd, in fainting, upon Rosalind.
How you excuse my brother, Rosalind. Brief, I recover'd him; bound up his wound; Ros. I shall devise something: But, I pray you, And, after some small space, being strong at heart, commend my counterfeiting to bim. – Will you go? He sent me hither, stranger as I am,
(Ereunt. To tell this story, that you might excuse
SCENE I. — I'ne same.
Touch. So, so, is good, very good, very excellen. Enter TOUCHSTONE and Audrey.
good: - and yet it is not; it is but so so. Art thou
wise? Touch. We shall find a time, Audrey; patience, Will. Ay, sir, I have a pretty wit. gentle Audrey.
Touch. Why, thou say'st well. I do now reAud. 'Faith, the priest was good enough, for all member a saying; The fool doth think he is nie, the old gentleman's saying.
but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. The Touch. A most wicked sir Oliver, Audrey, a most heathen philosopher, when he had a desire to eat a vile Mar-text. But, Audrey, there is a youth here grape, would open his lips when he put it into his in the forest lays claim to you.
mouth ; meaning thereby, that grapes were made Aud. Ay, I know who 'tis; he hath no interest in to eat, and lips to open. You do love this maid ? me in the world : here comes the man you mean. Will. I do, sir. Enter WiLLIAM.
Touch. Give me your hand : Art thou learned ?
Will. No, sir. Touch. It is meat and drink to me to see a clown: Touch. Then learn this of me; To have, is to By my troth, we that have good wits, have much to have : For it is a figure in rhetorick, that drinky answer for ; we shall be flouting ; we cannot hold. being poured out of a cup into a glass, by filling Will. Good even, Audrey.
the one doth empty the other : For all your writers Aud. God ye good even, William.
do consent, that ipse is lie; now you are not ipsum Will. And good even to you, sir.
for I am he. Touch. Good even, gentle friend : Cover thy Will. Which he, sir ? head, cover thy head ; nay, pr’ythee, be covered. Touch. He, sir, that must marry this wornan How old are you, friend ?
Therefore, you clown, abandon, — which is in the Will. Five and twenty, sir.
vulgar, leave, - the society, - which in the boorish Touch. A ripe age : Is thy name William ? is company, — of this female, — which in the com Will. William, sir.
mon is, - woman, which together is, abandon tay Touch. A fair name : Wast born i’ the forest society of this female ; or clown, thou perishest; here?
to thy better understanding, diest; to wit, I kill Will. Ay, sir, I thank God.
thee, make thee away, translate thy life into death Touch. Thank God; — a good answer: Art rich? thy liberty into bondage : I will deal in poison w Will. 'Faith, sir, so, so.
thee, or in bastinado, or in steel; I will bandy will