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, } Shepherds.
Duke, living in exile.
SIR OLIVER MAR-TEXT, a Vicar. FREDERICK, brother to the Duke, and Usurper of Corin,
his dominions. Amiens, 1 Lords attending upon the Duke i. his William, a country Fellow, in love with Audrey. JAQUES, } banishment.
A Person representing Hymen.
ROSALIND, Daughter to the banished Duke.
CELIA Daughter to Frederick. JAQUES, Sons of Sir Ro vland de Bois.
PHEBE, a Shepherdess.
AUDREY, a country Girl.
Lords belonging to the two Dukes ; Pages, Foresters, TOUCHSTONE, a Clown.
and other Attendants. The SCENE lies, first, near Oliver's House ; afterwards, partly in the Usurper's Court, and partly in
the Forest of Arden.
SCENE I. - Az Orchard, near Oliver's House.
Adum. Yonder comes my master, your brother. Enter ORLANDO and ADAM.
Orl. Go apart, Adam, and thou shalt hear bow lie Orl. As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion will shake me up. bequeath'd me : By will, but a poor thousand Oli. Now, sir, what make you here?! crowns; and, as thou say'st, charged my brother,
Orl. Nothing : I am not taught to make any thing. on bis blessing, to breed me well : and there begins Oli. What mar you then, sir? my sadness. My brother Jaques he keeps at Orl. Marry, sır, I am helping you to mar that school, and report speaks goldenly of his profit : which God made, a poor unworthy brother of yours, for my part, he keeps me rustically at home, or, to
with idleness. speak more properly, stays me here at home un
Oli. Marry, sir, be better employ'd, and be naugh! kept: For call you that keeping for a gentleman of awhile. mny birth that differs not from the stalling of an ox?
Orl. Shall I keep your hogs, and eat husks with His horses are bred better; for, besides that they them? What prodigal portion have I spent, tha: 1 are fair with their feeding, they are taught their should come to such penury ? manage, and to that end riders dearly hired: but Oli. Know you where you are, sir? I, his brother, gain nothing under him but growth; Orl. O, sir, very well : here in
your orchard. for the which his animals on his dunghills are as
Oli Know you before whom, sir? much bound to him as I. Besides this nothing that
Orl. Ay, better than he I am before knows me. he so plentifully gives me, the something that I know, you are my eldest brother; and, in the nature gavo me, his countenance seems to take gentle condition of blood, you should so know me: from ine: he lets me feed with his hinds, bars me The courtesy of nations allows you my better, in the place of a brother, and, as much as in him lies, that you are the first-born; but ihe same tradition mines my gentility with my education. This is it, takes not away my blood, were there twenty Adam, that grieves me; and the spirit of my father, brothers betwixt us: I have as much of my father which I think is within me, begins to mutiny in me, as you ; albeit, I confess, your coming against this servitude : I will no longer endure it, before me is nearer to his reverence. though yet I know no wise remedy how to avoid it.
| What do you here?
Oli. What, boy!
Cha. They say he is already in the forest of Orl. Come, come, elder brother, you are too Arden, and a many merry men with him ; and young in this.
there they live like the old Robin Hood of EngOli. Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain ? land: they say, many young gentlemen flock to
Orl. I am no villain ?: I am the youngest son him every day; and fleet the time carelessly, as they of sir Rowland de Bois; he was my father, and he did in the golden world. is thrice a villain, that says, such a father begot Oli What, you wrestle to-morrow before the new villains: Wert thou not my brother, I would not duke? take this hand from thy throat, till this other had Cha. Marry, do I, sir; and I came to acquaint pulled out thy tongue for saying so; thou hast you with a matter. I am given, sir, secretly to unrailed on thyself.
derstanıl, that your younger brother, Orlando, hath Adam. Sweet masters, be patient; for your a disposition to come in disguis'd against me to try father's remembrance, be at accord.
a fall : To-morrow, sir, I wrestle for my credit ; Oli. Let me go, I say.
and he that escapes me without some broken limb, Orl. I will not, till I please : you shall hear me. shall acquit him well. Your brother is but young, My father charged you in his will to give me good and tender; and, for your love, I would be loath to education : you have trained me like a peasant, foil him, as I must, for my own honour, if he come obscuring and hiding from me all gentleman-like in: therefore, out of my love to you, I came hither qualities : the spirit of my father grows strong in to acquaint you withal; that either you might stay me, and I will no longer endure it; therefore him from his intendment, or brook such disgrace allow me such exercises as may become a gentle well as he shall run into , in that it is a thing of his man, or give me the poor allottery my father left own search, and altogether against my will. me by testament; with that I will go buy my for- Oli. Charles, I thank thee for thy love to me,
which thou shalt find I will most kindly requite. I Oli. And what wilt thou do? beg, when that is had myself notice of my brother's purpose herein, spent? Well, sir, get you in : I will not long be and have by underhand means laboured to dissuade troubled with you: you shall have some part of him from it; but he is resolute. I'll tell thee, your will: I pray you, leave me.
Charles, — it is the stubbornest young fellow of Orl. I will no further offend you than becomes France; full of ambition, an envious emulator of me for my good.
every man's good parts, a secret and villainous Oli. Get you with him, you old dog.
contriver against me his natural brother ; therefore Adam. Is old dog my reward ? most true, I have use thy discretion; I had as lief thou didst break lost my teeth in your service. — God be with my his neck as his finger: And thou wert best look old master! he would not have spoke such a word. to't; for if thou dost him any slight disgrace, or it
(Exeunt Orlando and Adim. he do not mightily grace himself on thee, he will Oli. Is it even so ? begin you to grow upon me? practise against thee by poison, entrap thee by some I will physick your rankness, and yet give no thou- treacherous device, and never leave thee till he hath sand crowns neither. Hola, Dennis !
ta'en thy life by some indirect means or other; for,
I assure thee, and almost with tears I speak it, there Enter Dennis.
is not one so young and so villainous this day living, Den. Calls your worship?
I speak but brotherly of him; but should I anatomize Oli. Was not Charles, the duke's wrestler, here, him to thee as he is, I must blush and weep, and to speak with me?
thou must look pale and wonder. Den. So please you, he is here at the door, and
Cha. I am heartily glad, I came hither to you: importunes access to you.
If he come to-morrow, I'll give him his payment : Oli
. Call him in. (Exit Dennis.).— 'Twill be a If ever he go alone again, I'll never wrestle for good way; and to-morrow the wrestling is.
prize more: And so, heaven keep your worship ! Enter CHARLES.
Oli. Farewell, good Charles. — Now will I stir Cha. Good morrow to your worship.
this gamester 3: hope I shall see an end of him ; Oli. Good monsieur Charles ! — what's the new for my soul, yet I know not why, hates nothing news at the new court?
more than he. Yet he's gentle ; never school'd, Cha. There's no news at the court, sir, but the and yet learned ; full of noble device ; of all sorts 4 old news : that is, the old duko is banished by his enchantingly beloved; and, indeed, so much in the younger brother the new duke; and three or four heart of the world, and especially of my own people, loving lords have put themselves into voluntary who best know him, that I am altogether misprised: exile with him, whose lands and revenues enrich but it shall not be so long; this wrestler shall clear the new duke; therefore he gives them good leave all: nothing remains, but that I kindle the boy to wander.
thither, which now I'll go about.
[Erit. Oli. Can you tell, if Rosalind, the duke's daughter, be banished with her father?
SCENE II. A Lawn before the Duke's Palace. Cha. O, no; for the duke's daughter, her cousin, so loves her, — being ever from their cradles bred
Enter RosALIND and CELIA. together, - that she would have followed her exile, Cel. I pray thee, Rosalind, sweet my coz, be merry. or have died to stay behind her. She is at the Ros. Dear Celia, I show more mirth than I am court, and no less beloved of her uncle than his inistress of: and would you yet I were merrier ? own daughter; and never two ladies loved as they do. Unless you could teach me to forget a banished Gili. Where will the old duke live?
father, you must not learn me how to remember 2 Villain is used in a double sense; by Oliver for a worth.
any extraordinary pleasure. less fellow, and by Orlando for a man of base extraction.
3 Frolichsome fellow
4 Of all ranks
Cel. Herein, I see, thou lovest me not with the honour, for he never had any; or if he had, he had full weight that I love thee : if my uncle, thy ba- sworn it away, before ever he saw those pancakes nished father, had banished thy uncle, the duke my or that mustard, father, so thou hadst been still with me, I could Cel. Prythee, who is't that thou mean'st? have taught my love to take thy father for mine; Touch. One that old Frederick, your father loves. so wouldst thou, if the truth of thy love to me were Cel. My father's love is enough to honour him. so righteously temper'd as mine is to thee.
Enough! speak no more of him; you'll be whipp'd Ros. Well, I will forget the condition of my for taxation ", one of these days. estate, to rejoice in yours.
Touch. The more pity, that fools may not speak Cel. You know, my father hath no child but I, wisely, what wise men do foolishly. nor none is like to have; and, truly, when he dies, Cel. By my troth, thou say'st true : for since the thou shalt be his heir: for what he hath taken away little wit, that fools have, was silenced, the little from thy father perforce, I will render thee again foolery, that wise men have, makes a great show, in affection ; by mine honour, I will; and when I Here comes monsieur Le Beau. break that oath, let me turn monster : therefore, my sweet Rose, my dear Rose, be merry.
Enter LE BEAU. Ros. From henceforth I will, coz, and devise Ros. With his mouth full of news. sports; let me see; What think you of falling in love? Cel. Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed
Cel. Marry, I pr’ythee, do, to make sport withal : their young. but love no man in good earnest; nor no further in Ros. Then shall we be news-cramm'd. sport neither, than with safety of a pure blush thou Cel. All the better ; we shall be the more marmay'st in honour come off again.
ketable. Bon jour, monsieur Le Beau : What's the Ros. What shall be our sport then ?
news? Cel. Let us sit and mock the good housewife, Le Beau. Fair princess, you have lost much good Fortune, from her wheel, that her gifts may hence- sport. forth be bestowed equally.
Cel. Sport? Of what colour ? Ros. I would, we could do so; for her benefits Le Bcau. What colour, madam ? How shall I are mightily misplaced : and the bountiful blind answer you? woman doth most mistake in her gifts to women. Ros. As wit and fortune will. Cel. 'Tis true : for those, that she makes fair, she
Touch. Or as the destinies decree. scarce makes honest; and those, that she makes
Cel. Well said ; that was laid on with a trowel. honest, she makes very ill-favour'dly.
Le Beau. You amaze me, ladies; I would have Ros. Nay, now thou goest from fortune's office told you of good wrestling, which you have lost the to nature's: fortune reigns in gifts of the world, not sight of. in the lineaments of nature.
Ros. Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling. Enter TOUCHSTONE.
Le Beau. I will tell you the beginning, and, if it
please your ladyships, you may see the end; for the Cel. No? When nature hath made a fair creature, best is yet to do; and here, where you are, they are may she not by fortune fall into the fire ? — Though coming to perforin it. nature hath given us wit to flout at fortune, hath not Cel. Well, — the beginning, that is dead and fortune sent in this fool to cut off the argument ? buried.
Ros. Indeed, there is fortune too hard for nature; Le Beau. There comes an old man, and his three when fortune makes nature's natural the cutter off
sons, of nature's wit.
Cel. I could match this beginning with an old tale. Cel. Peradventure, this is not fortune's work
Le Beau. Three proper young men, of excellent neither, but nature's: who perceiving our natural growth and presence; wits too dull to reason of such goddesses, hath sent Ros. With bills on their necks, — Be it known this natural for our whetstone : for always the dul- unto all men by these presents, ness of the fool is the whetstone of his wits. - How Le Beau. The eldest of the three wrestled with now, wit? whither wander you ?
Charles, the duke's wrestler; which Charles in a Touch. Mistress, you must come away to your moment threw him, and broke three of his ribs, that father.
there is little hope of life in him: so he served the Cel. Were you made the messenger ?
second, and so the third : Yonder they lie; the poor Touch. No, by mine honour ; but I was bid to old man, their father, making such pitiful dole over come for you.
them, that all the beholders take his part with Ros. Where learned you that oath, fool ?
weeping. Touch. Of a certain knight, that swore by his Ros. Alas! honour they were good pancakes, and swore by his Touch. But what is the sport, monsieur, that the honour the mustard was naught: now, I'll stand to ladies have lost? it, the pancakes were naught, and the mustard was
Le Beau. Why, this that I speak of. good ; and yet was not the knight forsworn.
Touch. Thus men may grow wiser every day! it Cel. How prove you that, in the great heap of is the first time that I ever heard, breaking of ribs your knowledge ?
was sport for ladies. Ros. Ay, marry; now unmuzzle your wisdom.
Cel. Or I, I promise thee. Touch. Stand you both forth now : stroke your Ros. But is there any else longs to see this broken chins, and swear by your beards that I am a knave. musick in his sides ? is there yet another dotes upon Cel. By our beards, if we had them, thou art.
rib-breaking?— Shall we see this wrestling, cousin ? Touch. By my knavery, if I had it, then I were :
Le Beau. You must, if you stay here : for here is but if you swear by that that is not, you are not forsworn : no more was this knight, swearing by his