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the place appointed for the wrestling, and they are Ros. O excellent young man ! ready to perform it.

Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell Cél. Yonder, sure, they are coming : Let us now who should down. [Charles is thrown. Shout. stay and see it.

Duke F. No more, no more. Flourish. Enter Duke FREDERICK, Lords, OR- well breathed.

Orl. Yes, I beseech your grace; I am not yet LANDO, CHARLES, and Attendants.

Duke F. How dost thou, Charles ? Duke F. Come on; since the youth will not be Le Beau. He cannot speak, my lord. entreated, his own peril on his forwardness.

Duke F. Bear him away. (CHARLES is borne out. Ros. Is yonder the man ?

What is thy name, young man? Le Beau. Even he, madam.

Orl. Orlando, my liege ; the youngest son of sir Cel. Alas, he is too young: yet he looks suc- Rowland de Bois. cessfully

Duke F. I would thou hadst been son to some Duke F. How now, daughter, and cousin ? are

man else. you crept hither to see the wrestling.

The world esteem'd thy father honourable, Ros. Ay, my liege! so please you give us leave. But I did find him still mine

enemy: Duke F. You will take little delight in it, I can Thou shouldst have better pleas'd me with this deed, tell you, there is such odds in the men : In pity of Hadst thou descended from another house. the challenger's youth, I would fain dissuade him, But fare thee well; thou art a gallant youth ; put he will not be entreated : Speak to him, ladies; | I would thou hadst told me of another father. see if you can move him.

[Exeunt Duke Fred. Train, and LE BEAU. Cel. Call him hither, good monsieur Le Beau. Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do this? Duke F. Do so: I'll not be by. (Duke goes apart. Orl. I am more proud to be sir Rowland's son, Le Beau. Monsieur the challenger, the princesses His youngest son ; -- and would not change that

calling, Orl. I attend them, with all respect and duty. To be adopted heir to Frederick,

Ros. Young man, have you challenged Charles Ros. My father lov'd sir Rowland as his soul, the wrestler ?

And all the world was of my father's mind : Orl. No, fair princess; he is the general cha). Had I before known this young man his son, lenger : I come but in, as others do, to try with him I should have given him tears unto entreaties, the strength of my youth.

Ere he should thus have ventur'd. Cel. Young gentleman, your spirits are too bold Cel.

Gentle cousin, for your years : You have seen cruel proof of this Let us go thank him, and encourage him : man's strength; if you saw yourself with your eyes, My father's rough and envious disposition or knew yourself with your judgment, the fear of Sticks me at heart. — Sir, you have well deservd: your adventure would counsel you to a more equal | If you do keep your promises in love, enterprise. We pray you, for your own sake, to But justly, as you have exceeded promise, embrace your own safety, and give over this attempt. Your mistress shall be happy. Ros. Do, young sir; your reputation shall not Ros.

Gentleman, therefore be misprised: we will make it our suit to

[Giving him a chain from her neck. the duke, that the wrestling might not go forward. Wear this for me; one out of suits with fortune;

Orl. I beseech you, punish me not with your That could give more, but that her hand lacks hard thoughts; wherein I confess me much guilty, to deny so fair and excellent ladies any thing. But Shall we go, coz? let your fair eyes, and gentle wishes, go with me to Cel. Ay:- Fare you well, fair gentleman. my trial : wherein if I be foiled, there is but one Orl. Can I not say, I thank you ? My better parts shamed that was never gracious; if killed, but one Are all thrown down; and that which here stands up, dead that is willing to be so : I shall do my friends Is but a quintain“, a mere lifeless block. no wrong, for I have none to lament me; the world Ros. He calls us back : My pride fell with my no injury, for in it I have nothing; only in the

fortunes : world I fill up a place, which may be better sup- I'll ask him what he would: - Did you call, sir ? – plied when I have made it empty.

Sir you have wrestled well, and overthrown Ros. The little strength that I have, I would it More than your enemies. were with you.


Will you go, coz ? Cel. And mine, to eke out hers.

Ros. Have with you :-)

- Fare Ros. Fare you well. Pray heaven, I be deceived

[Exeunt ROSALIND and CELIA. in you!

Orl. What passion hangs these weights upon my Cel. Your heart's desires be with you.

tongue ? Cha. Come, where is this young gallant, that is I cannot speak to her, yet she urg'd conference. so desirous to lie with his mother earth? Orl. Ready, sir.

Re-enter Le Beau. Duke F. You shall try but one fall.

O, poor Orlando! thou art overthrown; Cha. No, I warrant your grace ; you shall not Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thee. entreat him to a second, that have so mightily per

Le Beau. Good sir, I do in friendship counsel you suaded him from a first.

To leave this place: Albeit you have deserv'd Orl. You mean to mock me after ; you should High commendation, true applause, and love; not have mocked me before : but come your ways. Yet such is now the duke's condition",

Ros. Now, Hercules be thy speed, young man ! That he misconstrues all that you have done
Cel. I would I were invisible, to catch the strong

6 The object to dart at in martial exercises, fellow by the leg. (CHARLES and ORLANDO wrestle. 7 Temper, disposition.


you well.

The duke is humorous; what he is, indeed,

Enter Duke FREDERICK, with Lords. More suits you to conceive, than me to speak of. Duke F. Mistress, despatch you with your safest Orl. I thank you, sir: and pray you, tell me

haste, this;

And get you from our court. Which of the two was daughter of the duke,


Me, uncle? That here was at the wrestling?

Duke F.

You, cousin; Le Beau. Neither his daughter, if we judge by Within these ten days if that thou be'st found manners;

So near our public court as twenty miles,
But yet, indeed, the shorter is his daughter : Thou diest for it.
The other is daughter to the banish'd duke,


I do beseech your grace, And here detain’d by her usurping uncle,

Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me : To keep his daughter company; whose loves If with myself I hold intelligence, Are dearer than the natural bond of sisters. Or have acquaintance with mine own desires ; But I can tell you, that of late this duke

If that I do not dream, or be not frantick,
Hath ta'en displeasure 'gainst his gentle niece; (As I do trust I am not,) then, dear uncle,
Grounded upon no other argument,

Never, so much as in a thought unborn,
But that the people praise her for her virtues, Did I offend your highness.
And pity her for her good father's sake :

Duke F.

Thus do all traitors; And, on my life, his malice 'gainst the lady If their purgation did consist in words, Will suddenly break forth. — Sir, fare you well;

They are as innocent as grace itself ; Hereafter, in a better world than this,

Let it suffice thee, that I trust thee not. I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor : Orl. I rest much bounden to you: fare you well! Tell me whereon the likelihood depends.

[Erit Le Beau.

Duke F. Thou art thy father's daughter, there's Thus must I from the smoke into the smother;

enough. From tyrant duke, unto a tyrant brother :

Ros. So was 1, when your highness took his But heavenly Rosalind !



So was I when your highness banish'd him :
SCENE III. A Room in the Palace. Treason is not inherited my lord ;

Or, if we did derive it from our friends,
Enter Celia and ROSALIND.

What's that to me? my father was no traitor : Cel. Why, cousin ; why, Rosalind;-Cupid have Then, good my liege, mistake me not so much, mercy ! Not a word ?

To think my poverty is treacherous. Ros. Not one to throw at a dog.

Cel. Dear sovereign, hear me speak. Cel. No, thy words are too precious to be cast Duke F. Ay, Celia; we stay'd her for your sake, away upon curs, throw some of them at me ; come, Else had she with her fath or rang'd along. lame me with reasons.

Cel. I did not then entreat to have her stay, Ros. Then there were two cousins laid up; when It was your pleasure, and your own remorse 8 : the one should be lamed with reasons, and the other I was too young that time to value her, mad without any

But now I know her: if she be a traitor, Cel. But is all this for your father ?

Why so am I; we still have slept together, Ros. No, some of it for my father's child: 0, Rose at an instant, learn'd, play'd, eat together ; how full of briars is this working-day world! And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans,

Cel. They are but burs, cousin, thrown upon thee Still we went coupled, and inseparable. in holiday foolery ; if we walk not in the trodden Duke F. She is too subtle for thee; and her paths, our very petticoats will catch them.

smoothness, Ros. I could shake them off my coat; these burs Her very silence, and her patience, are in my heart.

Speak to the people, and they pity her. Cel. Hem them away.

Thou art a fool, she robs thee of thy name; Ros. I would try; if I could cry hem, and have And thou wilt show more bright, and seem more him.

virtuous, Cel. Come, come, wrestle with thy affections. When she is gone : then open not thy lips;

Ros. O, they take the part of a better wrestler Firm and irrevocable is my doom than myself.

Which I have pass'd upon her; she is banish’d. Cel. O, a good wish upon you !- But, turning Cel. Pronounce that sentence then on me, my these jests out of service, let us talk in good earnest :

liege; Is it possible, on such a sudden, you should fall into I cannot live out of her company. so strong a liking with old sir Rowland's youngest Duke F. You are a fool : – You, niece, provide

yourself; Ros. The duke my father lov'd his father dearly. If you out-stay the time, upon mine hon vur,

Cel. Doth it therefore ensue, that you should love And in the greatness of my word, you die. his son dearly? By this kind of chase, I should hate

(Exeunt DUKE FREDERICK and Lords. him, for my father hated his father dearly; yet Cel. O my poor Rosalind! whither wilt thou go? I hate not Orlando.

Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee mine. Ros. No; hate him not, for my sake.

I charge thee, be not thou more griev'd than I am. Cel. Why should I not ? doth he not deserve Ros. I have more cause. well?

Thou hast not, cousin ; Ros. Let me love him for that ; and do you love Pr’ythee, be cheerful: know'st thou not, the duke him, because I do: – Look, here comes the duke. Hath banish'd me his daughter? Cel. With his eyes full of anger.


8 Compassion.



That he hath not. A gallant curtle-ax? upon my thigh, Cel. No ? hath not ? Rosalind lacks then the love A boar spear in my hand; and (in my heart Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one: Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will,) Shall we be sunder'd ? shall we part, sweet girl ? We'll have a swashing and a martial outside ; No; let my father seek another heir.

As many other mannish cowards have, Therefore devise with me, how we may fly,

That do outface it with their semblances. Whither to go, and what to bear with us :

Cel. What shall I call thee, when thou art a man? And do not seek to take your change upon you, Ros. I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own To bear your griefs yourself, and leave me out;

For, by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale, And therefore look you call me, Ganymede.
Say what thou canst, I'll go along with thee. But what will you be call’d?
Ros. Why, whither shall we go?

Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state ;
Cel. To seek my uncle in the forest of Arden. No longer Celia, but Aliena.
Ros. Alas, what danger will it be to us,

Ros. But, cousin, what if we assay'd to steal Maids as we are, to travel forth so far?

The clownish fool out of your father's court? Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. Would he not be a comfort to our travel ?

Cel. I'll put myself in poor and mean attire, Cel. He'll go along o'er the wide world with me; And with a kind of umber 9 smirch my face; Leave me alone to woo him: Let's away, The like do you ; so shall we pass along,

And get our jewels and our wealth together; And never stir assailants.

Devise the fittest time, and safest way Ros.

Were it not better, To hide us from pursuit that will be made Because that I am more than common tall, After my flight: Now go we in content. That I did suit me all points like a man?

To liberty, and not to banishment. [Exeunt.


SCENE I. - The Forest of Arden. Did come to languish ; and, indeed, my lord,

The wretched animal heav'd forth such groans, Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, and other Lords, in

That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat the dress of Foresters.

Almost to bursting; and the big round tears Duke S. Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Cours'd one another down his innocent nose Hath not old custom made this life more sweet In piteous chase : and thus the hairy fool, Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods Much marked of the melancholy Jaques, More free from peril than the envious court ? Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook, Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,

Augmenting it with tears. The seasons' difference; as, the icy fang,

Duke s.

But what said Jaques ? And churlish chiding of the winter's wind; Did he not moralize this spectacle ? Which when it bites

and blows upon my body, 1 Lord. O, yes, into a thousand similes. Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, First, for his weeping in the needless stream ; This is no flattery : these are counsellors

i Poor deer, quoth he, thou mak'st a testament That feelingly persuade me what I am.

As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more Sweet are the uses of adversity;

To that which had too much : Then, being alone, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,

Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends; Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ;

'Tis right, quoth he; thus misery doth part And this our life, exempt from public haunt, The flux of company: Anon, a careless herd, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Full of the pasture, jumps along by him, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. And never stays to greet him ; Ay, quoth Jaques,

Ami. I would not change it: Happy is your grace, Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens ; That can translate the stubbornness of fortune

'Tis just the fashion : Wherefore do you look Into so quiet and so sweet a style.

Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there? Duke S. Come, shall we go and kill us venison ? | Thus most invectively he pierceth through And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools,

The body of the country, city, court, Being native burghers of this desert city,

Yea, and of this our life : swearing, that we Should in their own confines, with forked heads!

Are mere usurpers, tyrants, and what's worse Have their round haunches gor'd.

To fright the animals, and to kill them up, I Lord.

Indeed, my lord, In their assign'd and native dwelling-place. The melancholy Jaques grieves at that ;

Duke S. And did you leave him in this contemAnd, in that kind, swears you do more usurp

plation? Than doth your brother that hath banish'd you. 2 Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and commentTo-day, my lord of Amiens, and myself,

ing Did steal behind him, as he lay along

Upon the sobbing deer. Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out

Duke S.

Show me the place; Upon the brook that brawls along this wood : I love to cope 4 him in these sullen fits, To the which place a poor sequester'd stag,

For tben he's full of matter. That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt, 2 Lord. I'll bring you to him straight. (Ereuni A Jusky, yellow-coloured earth,

1 Barbed arrows
9 Cutlass. 3 Swaggering.

4 Encounter

SCENE II.-- A Room in the Palace. I rather will subjéct me to the malice

Of a diverted bloody, and bloody brother. Enter Duke FREDERICK, Lords, and Attendants.

Adam. But do not so: I have five hundred crowns Duke F. Can it be possible, that no man saw them? The thrifty hire I sav'd under your father, It cannot be: some villains of my court

Which I did store, to be my foster-nurse, Are of consent and sufferance in this.

When service should in my old limbs lie lame, I Lord. I cannot hear of any that did see her. And unregarded age in corners thrown: The ladies, her attendants of her chamber,

Take that: and He that doth the ravens feed, Saw her a-bed ; and, in the morning early,

Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, They found the bed untreasur'd of their mistress. Be comfort to my age! Here is the gold;

2 Lord. My lord, theroynish 5 clown, at whom so oft All this I give you: Let me be your servant ; Your grace was wont to laugh, is also missing Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty : Hesperia, the princess' gentlewoman,

For in my youth I never did apply Confesses, that she secretly o’erheard

Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Your daughter and her cousin much commend Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, The parts and graces of the wrestler

Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles ;

I'll do the service of a younger man And she believes, wherever they are gone,

In all your business and necessities. That youth is surely in their company.

Orl. O good old man; how well in thee appears Duke F. Send to his brother; fetch that gallant | The constant service of the antique world, hither ;

When service sweat for duty, not for meed! If he be absent, bring his brother to me,

Thou art not for the fashion of these times, I'll make him find him: do this suddenly; Where none will sweat, but for promotion ; And let not search and inquisition quail 6

And having that, do choke their service up To bring again these foolish runaways. [Exeunt. Even with the having: it is not so with thee.

But, poor old man, thou prun'st a rotten tree, SCENE III. - Before Oliver's House.

That cannot so much as a blossom yield,

In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry : Enter ORLANDO and Adam, meeting. But come thy ways, we'll go along together; Orl. Who's there?

And ere we have thy youthful wages spent; Adam. What! my young master ? –0, my gentle We'll light upon some settled low content. master,

Adam. Master, go on; and I will follow thee, O, my sweet master, O you memory?

To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty. — Of old sir Rowland ! why, what make you here?

From seventeen years till now almost fourscore Why are you virtuous ? Why do people love you? Here lived I, but now live here no more. And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and valiant? At seventeen years many their fortunes seek; Why should you be so fonds to overcome

But at fourscore, it is too late a week : The bony prizer of the humorous duke?

Yet fortune cannot recompense me better, Your praise is come too swiftly home before you.

Than to die well, and not my master's debtor. [Exeunt.
Know you not, master, to some kind of men
Their graces serve them but as enemies ?

SCENE IV. - The Forest of Arden.
No more do yours; your virtues, gentle master,
Are sanctified and holy traitors to you.

Enter Rosalind in Boy's clothes, Celia drest like 0, what a world is this, when what is comely

a Shepherdess, and TOUCHSTONE. Envenoms him that bears it?

Ros. O Jupiter ! how weary are my spirits ! Orl. Why, what's the matter?

Touch. I care not for my spirits, if my legs were Adam.

O unhappy youth, not weary. Come not within these doors; within this roof

Ros. I could find in my heart to disgrace my The enemy of all your graces lives :

man's apparel, and to cry like a woman : but I must Your brother - (no, no brother; yet the son

comfort the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought Yet not the son ;-- I will not call him son

to show itself courageous to petticoat : therefore, Of him I was about to call his father,)

courage, good Aliena. Hath heard your praises ; and this night he means Cel. I pray you, bear with me; I can go no further. To burn the lodging where you use to lie,

Touch. For my part, I had rather bear with you, And you within it: if he fail of that,

than bear you: yet I should bear no cross', if I did He will have other means to cut you off:

bear you : for, I think, you have no money in your I overheard him, and his practices.

purse. This is no place, this house is but a butchery;

Ros. Well, this is the forest of Arden. Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it.

Touch. Ay, now am I in Arden : the more fool Orl. Why,whither, Adam,wouldst thou havemego? I; when I was at home, I was in a better place; Adam. No matter whither, so you come not here. but travellers must be content. Orl. What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my who comes here; a young man and an old, in

Ros. Ay, be so, good Touchstone:-Look you, food? Or, with a base and boisterous sword, enforce

solemn talk. A thievish living on the common road ?

Enter Corin and SILVIUS. This I must do, or know not what to do:

Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you still. Yet this I will not do, do how I can ;

Sil. O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love her! No enemy,

7 Memorial

6 Sink into dejection.
& Inconsiderate.

9 Blood turned from its natural course,
"A piece of money stamped with a cross.

Cor. I partly guess; for I have lov'd ere now. Cel. And we will mend thy wages: I like this place, Sil. No, Corin, being old thou canst not guess ; And willingly could waste my time in it. Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover Cor. Assuredly, the thing is to be sold; As ever sigh'd upon a midnight pillow:

Go with me, if you like upon report, But if thy love were ever like to mine,

The soil, the profit, and this kind of life, (As sure I think did never man love so,)

I will your very faithful feeder be, How many actions most ridiculous

And buy it with your gold right suddenly. (Exeunt.
Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy ?
Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten.

SCENE V. - The same.
Si. O, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily:
If thou remember'st not the slightest folly

Enter AMIENS, JAQUES, and others.
That ever love did make thee run into,

Thou hast not lov'd :
Or if thou hast not sat as I do now,

Ami. Under the greenwood tree,
Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress' praise,

Who loves to lie with me, Thou hast not lov'd :

And tune his merry note, Or if thou hast not broke from company,

Unto the sweet bird's throat, Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,

Come hither, come hither, come hither; Thou hast not lov'd: O Phebe, Phebe, Phebe !

Here shall he see

[Exit Silvius. Ros. Alas, poor shepherd ! searching of thy wound, But winter and rough weather. I have by hard adventure found my own.

Jaq. More, more, I pr’ythee, more. Touch. And I mine: We, that are true lovers, run

Ami. It will make you melancholy, monsieur into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, Jaques. so is all nature in love mortal in folly.

Jaq. I thank it. More, I prythee, more. I can Ros. Thou speak'st wiser than thou art 'ware of. suck melancholy out of a song, as a weazel sucks

Touch. Nay, I shall ne'er be 'ware of mine own eggs: More, I pr’ythee, more. wit, till I break my shins against it.

Ami. My voice is ragged 3 ; I know, I cannot Ros. Jove! Jove ! this shepherd's passion

please you, Is much upon my fashion.

Jaq. I do not desire you to please me, I do deTouch. And mine ; but it grows something stale sire you to sing : Comé, more; another stanza : with me.

Call you them stanzas ? Cel. I pray you, one of you question yond man,

Ami. What you will, monsieur Jaques. If he for gold will give us any food;

Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names; they owe I faint almost to death.

me nothing : Will you sing? Touch. Holla ; you, clown!

Ami. More at your request, than to please myself. Ros. Peace, fool, he's not thy kinsman.

Jaq. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll Cor. Who calls ?

thank you; but that they call compliment, is like Touch. Your betters, sir.

the encounter of two dog-apes ; and when a man Cor. Else are they very wretched.

thanks me heartily, methinks, I have given him a Ros.

Peace, I say :

penny, and he renders me the beggarlythanks. Come, Good even to you, friend.

sing; and you that will not, hold your tongues. Cor. And to you gentle sir, and to you all. Ami. Well, I'll end the song. Sirs, cover the Ros. I pr’ythee, shepherd, if that love, or gold,

while; the duke will drink under this tree: — he Can in this desert place buy entertainment, hath been all this day to look you. Bring us where we may rest ourselves, and feed :

Jaq. And I have been all this day to avoid him. Here's a young maid with travail much oppress’d, He is too dispútable 4 for my company: I think of And faints for succour.

as many matters as he ; but I give heaven thanks, Cor.

Fair sir, I pity her, and make no boast of them. Come, warble, come. And wish for her sake, more than for mine own, My fortunes were more able to relieve her:

SONG. But I am shepherd to another man,

Who doth ambition shun, (All together here. And do not shear the fleeces that I graze;

And loves to live i' the sun, My master is of churlish disposition,

Seeking the food he eats, And little recks 2 to find the way to heaven

And pleus'd with what he gets, By doing deeds of hospitality :

Come hither, come hither, come hither ; Besides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed,

Here shall he see Are now on sale, and at our sheepcote now,

No enemy
By reason of his absence, there is nothing

But winter and rough weather.
That you will feed on : but what is, come see,
And in my voice most welcome shall you be.

Jaq. I'll give you a verse to this note, that I made Ros. What is he that shall buy his flock and pasture? yesterday in despite of my invention.

Ami. And I'll sing it. Cor. That young swain that you saw here but

Jaq. Thus it goes :erewhile, That little cares for buying any thing.

If it do come to pass, Ros. I pray thee, if it stand with honesty,

That any man turn ass, Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the flock,

Leaving his wealth and ease, And thou shalt have to pay for it of us.

A stubborn will to please,

9 Ragged and rugged had formerly the same meaning. 2 Cares.

4 Disputatious.

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