Art thou god to shepherd turn'd,

That a maiden's heart hath burn'd?

Can a woman rail thus?

SIL. Call you this railing?

Ros. [Reads.] Why, thy godhead laid apart,
Warr'st thou with a woman's heart?

Did you ever hear such railing ?—[Reads.
Whiles the eye of man did woo me,
That could do no vengeance to me.—

Meaning me a beast.—[Reads.

If the scorn of your bright eyne
Have power to raise such love in mine,
Alack, in me what strange effect
Would they work in mild aspect!
Whiles you chid me, I did love,
How then might your prayers move!
He that brings this love to thee,
Little knows this love in me:
And by him seal up thy mind,
Whether that thy youth and kind
Will the faithful offer take
Of me, and all that I can make ;
Or else by him my love deny,
And then I'll study how to die.
SIL. Call you this chiding?
CEL. Alas, poor shepherd!

Ros. Do you pity him? no, he deserves no pity. Wilt thou love such a woman? What, to make thee an instrument, and play false strains upon thee! not to be endured!-Well, go your way to her, (for I see love hath made thee a tame snake,) and say this to her; that if she love me, I charge her to love thee: if she will not, I will never have her, unless and not a word; for here comes more company. If you be a true lover, hence, [Exit SILVIUS.

thou entreat for her.

Enter OLIVER. OLI. Good morrow, fair ones. know,

Seeing Orlando, it unlink'd itself,
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.
CEL. O, I have heard him speak of that same
brother;

And he did render him the most unnatural
That liv'd 'mongst men.
OLI.
And well he might so do,
For well I know he was unnatural,
Ros. But, to Orlando: did he leave him there,
Food to the suck'd and hungry lioness?

OLI. Twice did he turn his back, and purpos'd so:
But kindness, nobler ever than revenge,
And nature, stronger than his just occasion,
Made him give battle to the lioness,
Who quickly fell before him; in which hurtling
From miserable slumber I awak'd.

CEL. Are you his brother?
Ros.

Was't you he rescu'd? CEL. Was't you that did so oft contrive to kill him?

OLI. 'Twas I, but 'tis not I: I do not shame To tell you what I was, since my conversion So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am. Ros. Eut, for the bloody napkin? OLI. By and by. When from the first to last, betwixt us two, Tears our recountments had most kindly bath'd, As, how I came into that desert place ;In brief, he led me to the gentle duke, Who gave me fresh array and entertainment, Committing me unto my brother's love; Who led me instantly unto his cave, There stripp'd himself, and here upon his arm Pray you, if you The lioness had torn some flesh away,

I know not the contents, but, as I guess,
By the stern brow and waspish action
Which she did use as she was writing of it,
It bears an angry tenour: pardon me,
I am but as a guiltless messenger.

Ros. Patience herself would startle at this let er,
And play the swaggerer; bear this, bear all!
She says, I am not fair; that I lack manners;
She calls me proud; and, that she could not love

CEL. West of this place, down in the neighbour bottom,

The rank of osiers, by the murmuring stream,
Left on your right hand, brings you to the place :
But at this hour the house doth keep itself.
There's none within.

OLI. If that an eye may profit by a tongue,
Then I should know you by description;
Such garments, and such years:-The boy is fair,
Of female favour, and bestows himself
Like a ripe sister: 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.
OLI. Orlando doth commend him to you both,
And to that youth he calls his Rosalind,
He sends this bloody napkin :-
:-are you he?
Ros. I am what must we understand by this?
OLI. Some of my shame; if you will know of me
What man I am, and how, and why, and where
This handkercher was stain'd.

you,

He left a promise to return again
Within an hour; and, pacing through the forest,
Chewing the cud of sweet and bitter fancy,
Lo, what befel! he threw his eye aside,
And, mark, what object did present itself!
Under an oak, whose boughs were moss'd with age,
And high top bald with dry antiquity,

A wretched ragged man, o'ergrown with hair,
Lay sleeping on his back: about his neck
A green and gilded snake had wreath'd itself,
Who with her head, nimble in threats, approach'd
The opening of his mouth; but suddenly

ACT V.

SCENE I.-The Forest of Arden. TOUCH. A most wicked Sir Oliver, Audrey, a most vile Martext. But, Audrey, there is a youth here in the forest lays claim to you.

AUD. Ay, I know who 'tis; he hath no interest in me in the world: here comes the man you mean. TOUCH. It is meat and drink to me to see a

Which all this while had bled; and now he fainted,
And cried, in fainting, upon Rosalind.
Brief, I recover'd him; bound up his wound;
And, after some small space, being strong at heart,
He sent me hither, stranger as I am,
To tell this story, that you might excuse
His broken promise, and to give this napkin,
Dy'd in his blood, unto the shepherd youth
That he in sport doth call his Rosalind.

[ROSALIND faints. CEL. Why, how now, Ganymede! sweet Ganymede!

OLI. Many will swoon when they do look on blood.
CEL. There is more in it.-Cousin-Ganymede !
OLI. Look, he recovers.

Ros. I would I were at home.
CEL.

We'll lead you thither :-
I pray you, will you take him by the arm?
OLI. Be of good cheer, youth: you a man?—you
lack a man's heart.

Ros. I do so, I confess it. Ah, sirrah, a body would think this was well counterfeited: I pray you, tell your brother how well I counterfeited. Heigh-ho!

OLI. This was not counterfeit ; there is too great testimony in your complexion, that it was a passion

of earnest.

Ros. Counterfeit, I assure you.

OLI. Well then, take a good heart, and counterfeit to be a man.

Ros. So I do; but, i' faith I should have been a woman by right.

CEL. Come, you look paler and paler; pray you, draw homewards.-Good sir, go with us.

OLI. That will I, for I must bear answer back, how you excuse my brother, Rosalind.

Ros. I shall devise something: but, I pray you commend my counterfeiting to him.-Will you go? [Exeunt.

clown: by my troth, we that have good wits have much to answer for; we shall be flouting; we cannot hold.

Enter WILLIAM. WILL. Good even, Audrey.

AUD. God ye good even, William. WILL. And good even to you, sir. TOUCH. Good even, gentle friend. Cover thy head, cover thy head; nay, pr'ythee, be covered. How old are you, friend?

Is thy name William ?

WILL. Five and twenty, sir. TOUCH. A ripe age. WILL. William, sir. TOUCH. A fair name. Wast born i' the forest here? WILL. Ay, sir, I thank God. TOUCH. Thank God;-a good answer. Art rich? WILL. 'Faith, sir, so-so. TOUCH. So-so is good, very good, very excellent good:-and yet it is not; it is but so-so. Art thou wise?

WILL. Ay, sir, I have a pretty wit. TOUCH. Why, thou sayest well. I do now remember a saying: The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. The heathen philosopher, when he had a desire to eat a grape, would open his lips when he put it into his mouth, meaning thereby, that grapes were made to eat, and lips to open. You do love this maid?

SCENE II.-Another part of the Forest.

Enter ORLANDO and OLIVER. ORL. Is't possible that, on so little acquaintance, you should like her? that, but seeing, you should love her? and, loving, woo? and, wooing, she should grant? and will you perséver to enjoy her?

OLI. Neither call the giddiness of it in question, the poverty of her, the small acquaintance, my sudden wooing, nor her sudden consenting; but say with me, I love Aliena; say with her, that she loves me; consent with both, that we may enjoy each other; it shall be to your good; for my father's house, and all the revenue that was old sir Roland's, will I estate upon you, and here live and die a shepherd.

ORL. You have my consent. Let your wedding be to-morrow: thither will I invite the duke, and all his contented followers. Go you, and prepare Aliena: for, look you, here comes my Rosalind.

Ros. Why, then, to-morrow I cannot serve your turn for Rosalind?

ORL. I can live no longer by thinking.

talking. Know of me, then, (for now I speak to Ros. I will weary you no longer then with idle some purpose,) that I know you are a gentleman of good conceit: I speak not this, that you should bear a good opinion of my knowledge, insomuch, I say, I know you are; neither do I labour for a greater esteem than may in some little measure draw a belief from you, to do yourself good, and not to grace me. Believe, then, if you please, that I can do strange things: I have, since I was three year old, conversed with a magician, most profound in his art, and yet not damnable. If you do love Rosalind so near the heart as your gesture cries it out, when your brother marries Aliena, shall you marry her. I know into what straits of fortune she is driven, and it is not impossible to me, if it appear not inconvenient to you, to set her before your eyes to-morrow, human as she is, and without any danger.

ORL. Speakest thou in sober meanings?

Ros. By my life, I do; which I tender dearly, though I say I am a magician: therefore, put you in your best array, bid your friends; for if you will be married to-morrow, you shall; and to Rosalind, if you will.-Look, here comes a lover of mine, and a lover of hers.

Enter SILVIUS and PHEBE.

PHE. Youth, you have done me much ungentle

ness,

To show the letter that I writ to you.

Ros. I care not, if I have: it is my study,

To seem despiteful and ungentle to you:

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. And I for Rosalind.

Ros. And I for no woman.

SIL. It is to be all made of faith and service :

And so am I for Phebe.

PHE. And I for Ganymede.

WILL. I do, sir.

TOUCH. Therefore, you clown, abandon,

Ros. O, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to TOUCH. Give me your hand. Art thou learned?, see thee wear thy heart in a scarf! WILL. No, sir.

TOUCH. Then learn this of me: To have, is to have for it is a figure in rhetoric, that drink, being poured out of a cup into a glass, by filling the one doth empty the other: for all your writers do consent that ipse is he; now, you are not ipse, for I am he. WILL. Which he, sir?

TOUCH. He, sir, that must marry this woman. Therefore, you clown, abandon,-which is in the vulgar, leave, the society,-which in the boorish is, company,-of this female,-which in the common is, woman; which together is, abandon the society of this female, or, clown, thou perishest; or, to thy better understanding, diest; or, to wit, I kill thee, make thee away, translate thy life into death, thy liberty into bondage: I will deal in poison with thee, or in bastinado, or in steel; I will bandy with thee in faction; I will o'er-run thee with policy; I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways; therefore tremble, and depart.

AUD. Do, good William.
WILL. God rest you merry, sir.
Enter CORIN.

[Exit.

COR. Our master and mistress seeks you; come, away, away TOUCH. Trip, Audrey, trip, Audrey;-I attend, I attend. [Exeunt.

ORL. It is my arm.

Ros. I thought, thy heart had been wounded with the claws of a lion.

ORL. Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady. Ros. Did your brother tell you how I counterfeited to swoon, when he showed me your handkercher?

ORL. Ay, and greater wonders than that.

Ros. O, I know where you are :-nay, 'tis true: there was never anything so sudden, but the fight of two rams, and Caesar's thrasonical brag of-I came, saw, and overcame: for your brother and my sister no sooner met, but they looked; no sooner looked, but they loved; no sooner loved, but they sighed; no sooner sighed, but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason, but they sought the remedy: and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage, which they will climb incontinent, or else be incontinent before marriage: they are in the very wrath of love, and they will together; clubs cannot part them.

ORL. They shall be married to-morrow, and I will bid the duke to the nuptial. But, O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes! By so much the more shall I to-morrow be at the height of heart-heaviness, by how much I shall think my brother happy in having what he wishes for.

All made of passion, and all made of wishes;

All adoration, duty, and observance;

All humbleness, all patience, and impatience,

All purity, all trial, all observance ;

And so am I for Phebe.

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?

Ros. Who do you speak to, why blame you me to

love you?

2 PAGE. We are for you; sit i' the middle.

I PAGE. Shall we clap into't roundly, without hauking, 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 gypsies on a horse.

ORL. My lord, the first time that I ever saw him,

Methought he was a brother to your daughter;
But, my good lord, this boy is forest-born,
And hath been tutor❜d in the rudiments
Of many desperate studies by his uncle,
Whom he reports to be a great magician,
Obscured in the circle of this forest.

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. 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 sen

tentious.

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?

Atone together.

Good duke, receive thy daughter,
Hymen from heaven brought her;
Yea, brought her hither,

That thou might'st join her hand with his,
Whose heart within her bosom is.

Ros. To you I give myself, for I am yours.

[TO DUKE S. [To ORLANDO. DUKE S. If there be truth in sight, you are my daughter.

To you I give myself, for I am yours.

ORL. If there be truth in sight, you are my Rosalind.

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. [To ORLANDO.

I'll have no husband, if you be not he :Nor ne'er wed woman, if you be not she.

HYм. Peace, ho! I bar confusion : 'Tis I must make conclusion

[To PHEBE.

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 ORLANDO and ROSALIND.

You and you are heart in heart :

[To OLIVER and CELIA. You [To PHEBE.] to his love must accord, Or have a woman to your lord :You and you are sure together,

[To TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY. As the winter to foul weather. Whiles a wedlock-hymn we sing, Feed yourselves with questioning; That reason wonder may diminish, How thus we met, and these things finish.

SONG.

Wedding is great Juno's crown;

O blessed bond of board and bed!
'Tis Hymen peoples every town;
High wedlock, then, be honoured:
Honour, high honour and renown,

To Hymen, god of every town!

DUKE S. O my dear niece, welcome thou art to me!

TOUCH. Upon a lie seven times removed :---bear
your body more seeming, 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
courteous. If I sent him word again, it was not well
cut, he would send me word, he cut it to please him-
self: this is called the Quip modest. If again, it was
not well cut, he disabled my judgment: this is called Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine.
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 quar-
relsome and so to the Lie circumstantial, and the

Even daughter, welcome in no less degree.
PHE. I will not eat my word; now thou art
mine;

[To the DUKE.

You will bestow her on Orlando here? DUKE S. That would I, had I kingdoms to give with her. Ros. And you say, you will have her, when I bring her? [To ORLANDO. ORL. That would I, were I of all kingdoms king. Ros. You say, you'll marry me, if I be willing?[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 shepherd ? PHE. So is the bargain. Ros. You say, that you'll have Phebe, if she will? [To SILVIUS. SIL. Though to have her and death were both one thing.

Ros. I have promis'd to make all this matter

JAQ. And how oft did you say, his beard was not well cut?

TOUCH. I durst go no further than the Lie cir. cumstantial, 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 If. 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 I 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 stalking-horse, and under the presentation of that, he shoots his wit.

[To SILVIUS. Enter JAQUES de Bois. JAQ. DE B. Let me have audience for a word, cr two;

:

I am the second son of old sir Roland,
That bring these tidings to this fair assembly:-
Duke Frederick, hearing how that every day
Men of great worth resorted to this forest,
Address'd a mighty power, which were on foot,
In his own conduct, purposely to take
His brother here, and put him to the sword:
And to the skirts of this wild wood he came,
Where meeting with an old religious man,
After some question with him, was converted
Both from his enterprize and from the world:
His crown bequeathing to his banish'd brother,
And all their lands restor❜d to them again
That were with him exil'd. This is to be true,
I do engage my life.
DUKE S.
Welcome, young man ;
Thou offer'st fairly to thy brothers' wedding :
To one, his lands withheld; and to the other,
A land itself at large, a potent dukedom.
First, in this forest, let us do those ends
That here were well begun and well begot :
And after, every of this happy number,
That have endur'd shrewd days and nights with us,
Shall share the good of our returned fortune,
According to the measure of their states.
Meantime, forget this new-fall'n dignity,
And fall into our rustic revelry:-

With measure heap'd in joy, to the measures fall.

JAQ. Sir, by your patience.-If I heard you rightly,

The duke hath put on a religious life,

And thrown into neglect the pompous court?
JAQ. DE B. He hath.

:

JAQ. To him will I out of these convertites There is much matter to be heard and learn'd.You [To DUKE S.] to your former honour I bequeath;

Your patience and your virtue well deserves it :You [To ORLANDO.] to a love, that your true faith doth merit :

You [To OLIVER.] to your land, and love, and great allies:-

You [To SILVIUS.] to a long and well deserved bed ;

loving voyage

Is but for two months victuall'd.-So to your plea

sures;

I am for other than for dancing measures.
DUKE S. Stay, Jaques, stay.

JAQ. To see no pastime I: what you would have I'll stay to know at your abandon'd cave. [Exit. DUKE S. Proceed, proceed: we will begin these rites,

As we do trust they'll end, in true delights.

EPILOGUE.

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 you and I charge you, O men, for the love you bear to women, (as I perceive by your simpering, [A dance. none of you hates 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 me, 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 curtsy, bid me farewell. [Exeunt.

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