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answer, unless you take her without her Take thou no scorn to wear the horn; ) The rest
ehall bear tongue. O, that woman that cannot make It was a crest ere thou wast born;
this burher fault her husband's occasion, let her never 1. Thy father's
father wore it ; ) den.
All. The horn, the horn, the lusty horn,
SCENE III.-The Forest. hours.
Enter ROSALIND and CELIA. Orl. I must attend the duke at dinner; by two o'clock I will be with thee again.
Ros. How say you now? Is it not past two Ros. Ay, go your ways, go your ways; o'clock? and here much Orlando! knew what you would prove; my friends told Cel. I warrant you, with pure love, and me as much, and I thought no less :—that flat- troubled brain, he hath ta'en his bow and artering tongue of yours won me:—'tis but one rows, and gone forth—to sleep: Look, who cast away, and so,come, death. -Two o'clock comes here. is your hour?
Enter SilviuS. Orl. Ay, sweet Rosalind.
Ros. By my troth, and in good earnest, and Sil. My errand is to you, fair youth;so God mend me, and by all pretty oaths that My gentle Phebe bid me give you this: are not dangerous, if you break one jot of your
(Gwing a letler. promise, or come one minute behind your hour, I know not the contents; but, as I guess, I will think you the most pathetical break- By the stern brow, and waspish action promise, and the most hollow lover, and the Which she did use as she was writing of it, most unworthy of her you call Rosalind, that It bears an angry tenor: pardon me, may be chosen out of the gross band of the un- I am but as a guiltless messenger. faithful: therefore, beware my censure, and Ros. Patience herself would startle at this keep your promise.
letter, Orl. With no less religion, than if thou wert And play the swaggerer; bear this, bear all : indeed my Rosalind : So, adieu.
She says, I am not fair ; that I lack manners ; Ros. Well, time is the old justice that ex- She calls me proud; and, that she could not amines all such offenders, and let time try:
love me Adieu ! [Exit ORLANDO. Were man as rare as phænix; Od's
my will! Cel. You have simply misused our sex in Her love is not the hare that I do hunt: your love-prate : we must have your doublet Why writes she so to me!-Well, shepherd, and hose plucked over your head, and show This is a letter of your own device.
(well, the world what the bird hath done to her own Sil. No, 1 protest, I know not the contents ;
Phebe did write it. Ros. O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, Ros. Come, come, you are a fool, that thou didst know how many fathom deep And turn d into the extremity of love. I am in love! But it cannot be sounded; my I saw her hand : she has a leathern hand, affection hath an unknown bottom, like the bay A freestone-colour'd hand; I verily did think of Portugal.
That her old gloves were on, but 'twas her Cel. Or rather bottomless ; that as fast as you
hands; pour affection in, it runs out.
She has a huswife's hand: but that's no matter : Ros. No, that same wicked bastard of Venus, I say, she never did invent this letter ; that was begot of thought,* conceived of This is a man's invention, and his hand. spleen, and born of madness; that blind ras- Sil. Sure, it is hers. cally boy, that abuses every one's eyes, be- Ros. Why, 'tis a boisterous and cruel style, cause his own are out, let him be judge, how A style for challengers; why, she defies me, deep I am in love :-1 11 tell thee, Aliena, I Like Turk to Christian : woman's gentle brain cannot be out of the sight of Orlando; I'll go Could not drop forth such giant-rude invention, find a shadow, and sigh till he come.
Such Ethiop words, blacker in their effect Cel. And I'll sleep.
[Exeunt. Than in their countenance :-Will you hear the
letter? SCENE II. Another part of the Forest.
Sil. So please you, for I never heard it yet;
Yet heard too much of Phebe's cruelty. Enter JAQUES and Lords, in the habit of
Ros. She Phebes me: Mark how the tyrant Foresters.
writes. Jaq. Which is he that killed the deer?
Art thou god to shepherd turn'd, [Reads. 1 Lord. Sir, it was I. Jaq. Let's present him to the duke, like a Can a woman rail thus ?
That a maiden's heart hath burn'd. Roman conqueror; and it would do well to set the deer's horns upon his head, for a branch of
Sil. Call you this railing? victory :-Have you no song, forester, for this
Ros. Why, thy godhead laid apart, purpose?
Warr'st thou with a woman's heart? 2 Lord. Yes, Sir.
Did you ever hear such railing ?--
That could do no vengeance to me.-
Meaning me a beast.
If the scorn of your brighl eynet 1. What shall he have, that kill'd the deer?
Have 2. His leather skin, and horns to wear.
Alock, in me what strange effect 1. Then sing him home ;
Would they work in milă aspect? * Melancholy,
power to raise such love in mine,
Whiles you chid me, I do love;
The royal disposition of that beast,
And found it was his brother, his elder brother.
Cel. 0 I have heard him speak of that same Whether that thy youth and kind*
And he did render* him the most unnatural
Oli. And well he might so do,
For well I know he was unnatural.
Ros. But, to Orlando ;-Did he leave him
there, Ros. Do not pity him? no, he deserves no Food to the suck'd and hungry lioness ? pity.-Wilt thou love such a woman?-What, Oli. Twice did he turn his back, and purto make thee an instrument, and play false pos'd so: strains upon thee! not to be endured !-Well, But kindness, nobler ever than revenge, go your way to her, (for 1 see, love hath made And nature, stronger than his just occasion, thee a tame snake,) and say this to her:- That Made him give battle to the lioness, if she love me, I charge her to love thee: if | Who quickly fell before him ; in which hurtshe will not, I will never have her, unless thou From miserable slumber I awak'd.
[lingt entreat for her. If you be a true lover, hence, Cel. Are you his brother and not a word; for here comes more company. Ros. Was it you he rescu'd?
(Exit Silvius. Cel. Was't you that did so oft contrive to kill Enter OLIVER.
him? Oli. Good-morrow, fair ones : Pray you, if Oli. 'Twas l; but 'tis not I: I do not shame
To tell you what I was, since my conversion Where, in the purlieust of this forest, stands So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am. A sheep-cote, fenc'd about with olive-trees? Ros. But, for the bloody napkin ?-Cel. West of this place, down in the neigh- Oli By, and by. bour bottom,
When from the first to last, betwixt us two, The rank of osiers by the murmuring stream, Tears our recountments had most kindly bath'd, Left on your right-hand, brings you to the As, how I came into that desert place; place:
In brief, he led me to the gentle duke, But at this hour the house doth keep itself, Who gave me fresh array, and entertainment, There's none within.
Committing me unto my brother's love; Oli. If that an eye may profit by a tongue, Who led me instantly unto his cave, Then I should know you by description; There stripp'd himself, and here upon his arm Such garments and such years : The boy is fair, The lioness had torn some flesh away, Of female favour, and bestows himself
Which all this while had bled; and now he faintLike a ripe sister : bui the woman low,
And cry'd, in fainting, upon Rosalind. [ed, And browner than her brother. Are not you Brief, I recover'd him ; bound up his wound; The owner of the house I did inquire for? And, after some small space, being strong at Cel. It is no boast, being ask'd to say, we are. He sent me hither, stranger as I am,
[heart, Oli. Orlando doth commend him to you both; To tell this story, that you might excuse And to that youth, he calls his Rosalind, His broken promise, and to give this napkin, He sends this bloody napkin ;Are you he? Dy'd in this blood, unto the shepherd youth Ros. I am: What must we understand by That he in sport doth call his Rosalind. this?
Cel. Why, how now, Ganymede? sweet Oli. Some of my shame; if you will know of Ganymede ? (ROSALIND fainls.
[where Oli. Many will swoon when they do look on What man I am, and how, and why, and
blood This handkerchief was stain'd.
Cel. There is more in it :-Cousin-GanyCel. I pray you, tell it.
mede, Oli. When last the young Orlando parted Oli Look, he recovers. from you,
Ros. I would, I were at home. He left a promise to return again
Cel. in e'll lead you thither :Within an hour; and, pacing through the forest, I pray you, will you take him by the arm? Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy, Oli. Be of good cheer, youth :-You a Lo, what befel! he threw his eye aside, You lack a man s heart. And, mark, what object did present itself! Ros. I do so, I confess it. Ah, Sir, a body Under an oak, whose boughs were moss'd with would think this was well counterfeited: I pray And high top bald with dry antiquity, [age, you, tell your brother how well I counterfeitA wretched ragged man, o'ergrown with hair, ed.—Heigh ho! Lay sleeping on his back : about his neck Oli. This was not counterfeit; there is too A green and gilded snake had wreath'd itsell, great testimony in your complexion, that it Who with her head, nimble in threats, ap- was a passion of earnest. proach'd
Ros. Counterfeit, I assure you. The opening of his mouth ; but suddenly Oli. Well then, take a good heart, and counSeeing Orlando, it unlink'd itself,
terfeit to be a man. And with indented glides did slip away
Ros. So i do: but, i'faith I should have been Into a bush: under which bush's shade a woman by right. A lioness, with udders all drawn dry,
Cel. Come, you look paler and paler; pray Lay couching, head on ground, with catlike you, draw homewards :- Good Sir, go with us. watch,
['tis Oli. That will I, for I must bear answer When that the sleeping man should stir; for How you excuse my brother, Rosalind. [b.4
* Nature. Environs of forest.
Ros. I shall devise something: But, I pray
Enter CORIN. you, commend my counterfeiting to him Cor. Our master and mistress seek you; Will you go?
[Exeunt. come, away, away. ACT V.
Touch. Trip, Audrey, trip, Audrey ;-) attend, I attend.
(Exeunt. SCENE 1.-The same. Enter Touchstone and AUDREY.
SCENE II.-The same. Touch. We shall find a time, Audrey; pa
Enter ORLANDO and OLIVER. tience, gentle Audrey.
Orl. Is't possible, that on so little acquaintAud. Faith, the priest was good enough, for ance you should like her? that, but seeing, you all the old gentleman's saying.
should love her and, loving, woo? and, w00Touch. Ă most wicked Sir Oliver, Audrey, ing, she should grant? and will you persevere a most vile Martext. But, Audrey, there is a to enjoy her? youth here in the forest lays claim to you. oli. Neither call the giddiness of it in ques.
Aud. Ay, I know who 'tis, he that hath no tion, the poverty of her, the small acquaintance, interest in me in the world : here comes the my sudden wooing, nor her sudden consenting; man you mean,
but say with me, I love Aliena ; say with her, Enter WILLIAM,
that she loves me; consent with both, that we Touch. It is meat and drink to me to see a may enjoy each other: it shall be to your good; clown: By my troth, we that have good wits, for my father's house, and all the revenue that have much to answer for; we shall be flouting; and here live and die a shepherd.
was old Sir Rowland's, will I estate upon you, we cannot hold. Will. Good even, Audrey.
Enter RosaLIND. Aud. God ye good even, William.
Orl. You have my consent. Let your wedWill. And good even to you, Sir.
ding be to-morrow : thither will I invite the Touch. Good even, gentle friend : Cover thy Juke, and all his contented followers : Go you, head, cover thy head; nay, pr’ythee, be cover- and prepare Aliena ; for, look you, here comes ed. How old are you, friend? Will. Five and twenty, Sir.
Ros. God save you, brother. Touch. A ripe age: Is thy name William ?
Oli. And you fair, sister. Will. William, Sir.
Ros. O, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me Touch. A fair name: Wast born i'the forest to see thee wear thy heart in a scarf. here?
Orl. It is my arm. Will. Ay, Sir, I thank God.
Ros. I thought, thy heart had been wounded Touch. Thank God ;-a good answer: Art with the claws of a lion. rich?
Orl. Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a Will. 'Faith, Sir, so, so.
lady. Touch. So, so, is good, very good, very ex- Ros. Did your brother tell you how I coun. cellent good :—and yet it is not; it is but so so. terfeited to swoon, when he showed me your Art thou wise?
handkerchief: Will. Ay, Sir, I have a pretty wit.
Orl. Ay, and greater wonders than that. Touch. Why, thou say'st well. I do now Ros. 0, 1 know where you are :-Nay, 'tis remember a saying; The fool doth think he is true: there was never any thing so sudden, ucise, but the wise man knows himself to be a but the fight of two rams, and Cæsar's thrafool. The heathen philosopher, when he had a sonical brag of-I came, saw, and overcame : desire to eat a grape, would open his lips when For your brother and my sister no sooner met, he put it into his mouth; meaning thereby, that but they looked; no sooner looked, but they grapes were made to eat, and lips to open. You loved ; no sooner loved, but they sighed; no do love this maid ?
sooner sighed, but they asked one another the Will. I do, Sir.
reason; no sooner knew the reason, but they Touch. Give me your hand: Art thou learned sought the remedy: and in these degrees have Will. No, Sir.
they made a pair of stairs to marriage, which Touch. Then learn this of me; To have, is to they will climb incontinent, or else be incontihave: For it is a figure in rhetoric, that drink, nent before marriage : they are in the very being poured out of a cup into a glass, by fill- wrath of love, and they will together ; clubs ing the one doth empty the other : For all cannot part them. your writers do consent, that ipse is he; now Orl. They shall be married to-morrow; and you are not ipse, for I am he.
I will bid the duke to the nuptial. But, 0, Will. Which he, Sir?
how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness Touch. He, Sir, that must marry this woman: through another man's eyes! By so much the Therefore, you clown, abandon, which is in more shall I to-morrow be at the height of the vulgar, leave,—the society,—which in the heart-heaviness, by how much I shall think hoorish is, company,—of this female,—which in my brother happy, in having what he wishes the common is, woman,—which together is, for. abandon the society of this female; or, clown, Ros. Why then, to-morrow I cannot serve thou perishest: or, to thy better understanding, your turn for Rosalind ? diest; to wit, I kill thee, make thee away, trans- Orl. I can live no longer by thinking. late thy life into death, thy liberty into bond- Ros. I will weary you no longer then with age: I will deal in poison with thee, or in bas- idle talking. Know of me then, (for now ! tinado, or in steel; I will bandy with thee in speak to some purpose,) that I know you are a faction; I will o'er-run thee with policy; I will gentleman of good conceit: I speak not this
, kill thee a hundred and fifty ways; therefore that you should bear a good opinion of my tremble and depart.
knowledge, insomuch I say, I know you are; Aud. Do, good William.
neither do I labour for a greater esteem than Will. God rest you merry, Sir. [Exit. may in some little measure draw a belief from
you, to do yourself good, and not to grace me. Sil. I'll not fail, if I live.
[Exeunt. old, conversed with a magician, most profound in this art, and yet not damnable. If you do
SCENE III.-The same. love Rosalind so near the heart as your gesture Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY. cries it out, when your brother marries Aliena,
Touch. To-morrow is the joyful day, Audshall you marry her: I know into what straits ble to me, if it appear not inconvenient to you, I hope it is no dishonest desire, to desire to be a of fortune she is driven; and it is not impossi- rey; to-morrow. will we be married.
Aud. I do desire it with all my beart: and to set ber before your eyes to-morrow, human as she is, and without any danger.
woman of the world.* Here comes two of the
banished duke's pages. Orl. Speakest thou in sober meanings ? Ros. By my life, I dg; which I tender dear
Enter two PAGES. ly, though I say I am a magician: Therefore,
1 Page. Well met, honest gentleman. put you in your best array, bid* your friends :
Touch. By my troth, well met: Come, sit; for if you will be married to-morrow, you shall; sit, and a song. and to Rosalind, if you will.
2 Page. We are for you: sit i'the middle. Enter Silvius and PAEBE.
1 Page. Shall we clap into't roundly, without Look, here comes a lover of mine, and a lover hawking, or spitting, or saying we are hoarse;
which are the only prologues to a bad voice? of hers. Phe. Youth, you have done me much un- like two gipsies on a horse.
2 Page. I'faith, i'faith; and both in a tune, gentl ess, To show the letter that I writ to you.
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, Phe. Good Shepherd, tell this youth what That o'er the green corn-field did pass 'tis to love.
In the spring time, the only pretty rank tinte, Sil. It is to be all made of sighs and tears ;- When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
Between the acres of the rye, Ros. And I for no woman.
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey noniño, Sil. It is to be all made of faith and ser- These pretty country folks would lie, And so am I for Phebe.
(vice; In spring time, &c. Phe. And I for Ganymede.
This carol they began that hour,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, All made of passion, and all made of wishes;
How that a life was but a flower All adoration, duty, and observance,
In spring time, &c. All humbleness, all patience, and impatience,
IV. All parity, all trial, all observance ;
And therefore take the present time, And so am I for Phebe.
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey noning; Phe. And so am I for Ganymede.
For love is crowned with the prime
In spring time, &c.
Touch. Truly, young gentlemen, though you?
[To Rosalind. there was no greater matter in the ditty, yet Sil. If this be so, why blame you me to love the note was very untunable. you?
[To PAEBE. 1 Page. You are deceived, Sir; we kept Orl. If this beso, why blame you me to love time, we lost not our time. you?
Touch. By my troth, yes ; I count it bat time Ros. Who do you speak to, why blame you lost to hear such a foolish song. God be with me to love you?
you; and God mend your voices! Come, Aud. Orl. To her, that is not here, nor doth not rey.
SCENE IV.-Another part of the Forest. Ros. Pray you, no more of this; 'tis like the bowling of Irish wolves against the moon. I Enter DUKE, senior, AMIENS, JAQUES, ORyill help you, [To Silvius] if I can :- I would LANDO, OLIVER, and Celia. love you, (TO PAEBE)if I could.—To-morrow Duke S. Dost thou believe, Orlando, that the meet me all together. I will marry you, [TO Can do all this that he hath promised? [boy PREBE) if ever I marry woman, and I'll be Orl. I sometimes do believe, and sometimes married to-morrow :- I will satisfy you, [TO
do not ;
[fear. ORLANDO) if ever I satisfied man, and you As those that fear they hope, and know they shall be married to-morrow:-I will content you, [To Silvius) if what pleases you contents Enter ROSALIND, SILVius, and PhEBE. you, and you shall be married to-morrow.-As Ros. Patience once more, whiles our comyou, [TO ORLANDO) love Rosalind, meet;-as páct is urg'd you, ( To Silvius) love Phebe, meet; And as You say, if I bring in your Rosalind, I love no woman, I'll meet.-So fare you well;
(To the Duke. have left you commands.
You will bestow her on Orlando here? * Invite.
* Snurricd woman.
Duke S. That would I, had I kingdoms to Touch. Upon a lie seven times removed ;-give with her.
Bear your body more seeming,* Audrey :-as Ros. And you say, you will have her, when thus, Sir. I did dislike the cut of a certain I bring her?
[T. ORLANDO. courtier's beard; he sent me word, if I said his Orl. That would I, were 1 of all kingdoms beard was not cut well, he was in the mind it king.
was: This is called the Retort courteous. If I Ros. You say, you'll marry me, if I be will sent him word again, it was not well cut, he ing?
(To PAEBE. would send me word, he cut it to please himPhe. That will I, should I die the hour after. self: This is called the Quip modest. If again,
Ros. But, if you do refuse to marry me, it was not well cut, he disabled my judgement : You'll give yourself to this most faithful shep. This is called the Reply churlish. If again, it Phe. So is the bargain.
(herd? was not well cut, he would answer, 1 spake Ros. You say, that you'll have Phebe, if she not true: This is called the Reproof valiant. If will?
[To Silvius. again, it was not well cut, he would say, I lie: Sil. Though to have her and death were both This is called the Countercheck quarrelsome: and one thing.
so to the Lie circumstantial, and the Lie direct. Ros. I have promis'd to make all this matter Jaq. And how oft did you say, his beard was
not well cut? Keep you your word, O duke, to give your Touch. I durst go no further than the Lie cir. daughter ;
cumstantial, nor he durst not give me the Lie You yours, Orlando, to receive his daughter :- direct; and so we measured swords, and parted. Keep your word, Phebe, that you'll marry me; Jaq. Can you nominate in order now the de. Or else, refusing me, to wed this shepherd :
grees of the lie? Keep your word, Silvius, that you'll marry her, Touch. O Sir, we quarrel in print, by the If she refuse me:-and from hence I go, book; as you have books for good manners; I To make these doubts all even.
will name you the degrees. The first, the Re[Exeunt Rosalind and Celia. tort courteous; the second, the Quip modest; Duke S. I do remember in this shepherd-boy the third, the Reply churlish; the fourth, the Some lively touches of my daughter's favour. Reproof valiant; the fifth, the Countercheck Orl. My lord, the first time that I ever saw quarrelsome; the sixth, the Lie with circumhim,
stance; the seventh, the Lie direct. All these Methought he was a brother to your daughter: you may avoid, but the lie direct; and you may But, my good lord, this boy is forest-born; avoid that too, with an If. I knew when seAnd hath been tutor'd in the rudiments ven justices could not take up a quarrel; but Of many desperate studies by his uncle, when the parties were met themselves, one of Whom he reports to be a great magician, them thought but of an If, as, If you said so, Obscured in the circle of this forest.
then I said so; and they shook hands, and swore
brothers. Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY.
Your If is the only peacemaker;
much virtue in If. Jaq. There is, sure, another flood toward, and these couples are coming to the ark! Here as good at any thing, and yet a fool.
Jaq. Is not this a rare fellow, my lord? he's comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all
Duke S. He uses his folly like a stalking tongues are called fools.
horse, and under the presentation of that, he Touch. Salutation and greeting to you all!
shoots his wit. Jaq. Good my lord, bid him welcome ; This is the motley-minded gentleman, that I have so
Enter Hymen, leading ROSALIND in woman's often met in the forest : he hath been a cour
clothes ; and CELIA. tier, he swears.
Yea, brought her hither; Jaq. And how was that ta'en up ?
That thou might'st join her hand with Touch. 'Faith, we met, and found the quarrel Whose heart within her bosom is. was upon the seventh cause.
Ros. To you I give myself, for I am yours. Jag. How seventh cause?-Good my lord,
(To DUKE S. like this fellow.
To you I give myself, for I am yours. Duke 8. I like him very well.
[To ORLANDO. Touch. God'ild you, Sir; I desire you of the
Duke S. If there be truth in sight, you are like. I press in here, Sir, amongst the rest of
my daughter. the country copulatives, to swear, and to for
Orl. If there be truth in sight, you are my swear; according as marriage binds, and blood
Rosalind. breaks :-A poor virgin, Sir, an ill-favoured
Phe. If sight and shape be true, thing, Sir, but mine own; a poor humour of Why then,-my love adicu! wine, to take that that no man else will : Rich
Ros. I'll have no father, if you be not he:Honesty dwells like a miser, Sir, in a poor-house; as your pearl, in your foul oyster.
I'll have no husband, if you be not he: Duke S. By my faith, he is very swift and
[To ORLANDO sententious.
No ne'er wed woman, if you be not she. Touch. According to the fool's bolt, Sir, and
[TO PAESE such dulcet diseases.
Hym. Peace ho! I bar confusion : Jaq. But, for the seventh cause; how did
'T'is I must make conclusion you find the quarrel on the seventh cause?
Of these most strange events : 1 - ater solemn danan
[To DUKE S.