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have you.

Orl. I take some joy to say you are, because they are maids, but the sky changes when I would be talking of her.

they are wives. I will be more jealous of thee Ros. Well, in her person, I say—I will not than a Barbary cock-pigeon over his hen;

more clamorous than a parrot against rain ; Ori. Then, in mine own person, I die. more new-fangled than an ape ; more giddy

Ros. No, 'faith, die by attorney. The poor in my desires than a monkey : I will weep for world is almost six thousand years old, and in nothing, like Diana in the fountain, and I all this time there was not any man died in his will do that when you are disposed to be own person, videlicet, in a love-cause. Troilus merry; I will laugh like a hyen, and that when had his brains dashed out with a Grecian club; thou art inclined to sleep. yet he did what he could to die before ; and he Orl. But will my Rosalind do so? is one of the patterns of love. Leander, he Ros. By my life, she will do as I do. would have lived many a fair year, though Orl, 0, but she is wise. Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for a Ros. Or else she could not have the wit to hot midsummer night; for, good youth, he do this : the wiser, the waywarder : make the went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont, doors upon a woman's wit, and it will out at and being taken with the cramp, was drowned : the casement; shut that, and 'twill out at the and the foolish chroniclers of that age found key-hole ; stop that, 'twill fly with the smoke it was-Hero of Sestos. But these are all out at the chimney. lies : men have died from time to time, and Ori. A man that hath a wife with such a worms have eaten them, but not for love. wit, he might say,—" Wit, whither wilt ?"

Orl. I would not have my right Rosalind Ros. Nay, you might keep that check for it, of this mind; for, I protest, her frown might till you met your wife's wit going to your kiil me.

neighbour's bed.

(that? Ros. By this hand, it will not kill a fly. But Orl. And what wit could wit have to excuse come, now I will be your Rosalind in a more Ros, Marry, to say,-- she came to seek you coming-on disposition; and ask me what you there. You shall never take her without 'her will, I will grant it.

answer, unless you take her without her Orl. Then love me, Rosalind.

tongue. O, that woman that cannot make Ros. Yes, faith will I, Fridays and Satur- her fault her husband's occasion, let her never days and all.

nurse her child herself, for she will breed it Orl. And wilt thou have me?

like a fool.

(leave thee. Ros. Ay, and twenty such.

Orl. For these two hours, Rosalind, I will Ori. What sayest thou?

Ros. Alas, dear love, I cannot lack thee two Ros. Are you not good ?

hours ! Orl. I hope so.

Orl. I must attend the duke at dinner : by Ros. Why, then, can one desire too much two o'clock I will be with thee again. of a good thing ?--Come, sister, you shall be Ros. Ay, go your ways, go your ways ;-I the priest, and marty us.—Give me your hand, knew what you would prove ! my friends told Orlando.-What do you say, sister ?

me as much, and I thought no less :-that Ori. Pray thee, marry us.

flattering tongue of yours won me :-'tis but Cel. I cannot say the words.

one cast away, and so, --come, death !—Two Ros. You must begin, —" Will you, Or- o'clock is your

hour? lando, "

Ori. Ay, sweet Rosalind. Cel. Go to.-Will you, Orlando, have to Ros. By my troth, and in good earnest, and wife this Rosalind ?

so God mend me, and by all pretty oaths that Orl. I will.

are not dangerous, if you break one jot of your Ros. Ay, but when ?

promise, or come one minute behind your Orl. Why now ; as fast as she can marry us. hour, I will think you the most pathetical

Ros. Then you must say,—"I take thee, Ro- break-promise, and the most hollow lover, and salind, for wife."

the most unworthy of her you call Rosalind, Orl. I take thee, Rosalind, for wife. that may be chosen out of the gross band of

Ros. I might ask you for your commission ; the unfaithful : therefore, beware my censure, but,-i do take thee, Orlando, for my hus- and keep your promise. band : there's a girl goes before the priest ; Orl. With no less religion that if thou wert and, certainly, a woman's thought runs before indeed my Rosalind : so, adieu. her actions.

Ros. Well, Time is the old justice that exOrl. So do all thoughts; they are winged. amines all such offenders, and let Time try : Ros. Now tell me how long you would have adieu.

[Exit Orlando. ber, after you have possessed her ?

Cel. You have simply misused our sex in Orl. For ever and a day.

your love-prate : we must have your doublet Ros. Say a day, without the ever. No, no, and hose plucked over your head, and show Orlando ; men are April when they woo, De- the world what the bird hath done to her own cember when they wed: maids are May when nest.

love me,

Ros. O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, She calls me proud ; and that she could not that thou didst know how many fathom deep I am in love! But it cannot be sounded: my Were man as rare as Phoenix. Od's my will ! affection hath an unknown bottom, like the Her love is not the hare that I do hunt: bay of Portugal.

Why writes she so to me ?-Well, shepherd, Cel. Or rather, bottomless ; that as fast as This is a letter of your own device. (well, you pour affection in, it runs out.

Sil. No, I protest, I know not the contents: Ros. No, that same wicked bastard of Phebe did write it. Venus, that was begot of thought, conceived

Ros

Come, come, you are a fool, of spleen, and .born of madness; that blind And turn d into the extremity of love. rascally boy, that abuses every one's eyes, be- I saw her hand : she has a leathern hand, cause his own are out, let him be judge how A freestone-colour'd hand ; l verily did think deep I am in love : I'll tell thee, Aliena, That her old gloves were on, but 'twas her cannot be out of the sight of Orlando : I'll go hands :

[matter : find a shadow, and sigh till he come. She has a housewife's hand ; but that's no Cel. And I'll sleep.

[Excunt. I say, she never did invent this letter;

This is a man's invention, and his hand.
SCENE II.-Another part of the Forest. Sil. Sure, it is hers.
Enter Jaques and Lords.

Ros. Why, 'tis a boisterous and a cruel style, Jaq. Which is he that killed the decr?

A style for challengers; why she defies me, i Lord. Sir, it was I.

Like Turk to Christian: woman's gentle brain Jaq. Let's present him to the duke, like a Could not drop forth such giant-rude invention, Roman conqueror ; and it would do well to Such Ethiop words, blacker in their effect set the deer's horns upon his head, for a branch Than in their countenance. Will you hear

the letter? of victory.—Have you no song, forester, for this purpose ?

Sil. So please you, for I never heard it yet ;

Yet heard too much of Phebe's cruelty. 2 Lord. Yes, sir.

Ros. She Phebes me : mark how the tyrant Jaq. Sing it: 'tis no matter how it be in tune, so it make noise enough

[Reads.]

[writes. " Art thou god to shepherd turn'd,

That a maiden's heart hath burn'da"
SONG.

Can a woman rail thus ?
What shall he have that kill d the deer

Sil. Call you this railing ?
His leather skin, and horns to wear.

Ros. [Reads.]
Then sing him home.

Why, thy godhead laid apart,
[The rest shall bear this burden. Warr'st thou with a woman's heart p".
Take thou no scorn to wear the horn; Did you ever hear such railing ?
It was a crest ere thou wast born:

[Reads.] Thy father's father wore it,

" Whiles the eye of man did woo me, And thy father bore it:

That could do no vengeance to me.' The horn, the horn, the lusty horn,

Meaning me a beast. — Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.

[Reads.]

[Exeunt. . If the scorn of your bright cyne SCENE III.-The Forest.

Have power to raise such love in mine,

Alack, in me what strange effect
Enter Rosalind and Celia.

Would they work in mild aspect !
Ros. How say you now? Is it not past two Whiles

you
chid
me,

I did love;
And here much Orlando!

[o'clock? How then might your prayers move ! Cel. I warrant you, with pure love and a He that brings this love to thee, troubled brain,

Little knows this love in me:
He hath ta'en his bow and arrows, and is gone And by him seal up thy mind;
To sleep. Look, who comes here. [forth- Whether that thy youth and kind
Enter Silvius.

Will the faithful offer take
Sil. My errand is to you, fair youth :-

Of me, and all that I can make; My gentle Phebe did bid me give you this : Or else by him my love deny,

(Giving a letter. And then I'll study how to die." I know not the contents ; but, as I guess Sil. Call you this chiding? By the stern brow and waspish action

Cel. Alas, poor shepherd ! Which she did use as she was writing of it, Ros. Do you pity him? no, he deserves no It bears an angry tenor : pardon me,

pity.-Wilt ihou love such a woman ?-What, I am but as a guiltless messenger. [letter, to make thee an instrument, and play false

Ros. Patience herself would startle at this strains upon thee ! not to be endured !Well, And play the swaggerer ; bear this, bear all: go your way to her, (for I see, love hath made She says I am not fair ; that I lack manners ; I thee a tame snake,) and say this to her :-that

are.

if she love me, I charge her to love thee ;-if And he did render him the most unnatural she will not, I will never have her; unless thou That liv'd 'mongst men. entreat for her.-If you be a true lover, hence, Oli.

And well he might so do, and not a word; for here comes more company. For well I know he was unnatural. (there,

(Exit Silvius. Ros. But, to Orlando did he leave him Enter Oliver.

Food to the suck'd and hungry lioness? Oli. Good morrow, fair ones : pray you if Oli. Twice did he turn his back, and puryou know,

pos'd so ; Where in the purlieus of this forest stands But kindness, nobler ever than revenge, A sheepcote, fenc'd about with olive-trees? And nature, stronger than his just occasion, Cel. West of this place, down in the neigh- Made him give battle to the lioness, bour bottom :

Who quickly fell before him: in which hurtling, The rank of osiers, by the murmuring stream, From miserable slumber I awak'd. Left on your right hand, brings you to the place. Cel. Are you his brother? But at this hour the house doth keep itself ; Ros.

Was it you he rescu'd ? There's none within.

Cel. Was't you that did so oft contrive to Oli. If that an eye may profit by a tongue, kill him? Then should I know you by description ; Oli. 'Twas I; but 'tis not I: I do not shame Such garments, and such ycars :-" The boy To tell you what I was, since my conversion is fair,

So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am. Of female favour, and bestows himself

Ros. But, for the bloody napkin ?Like a ripe sister : but the woman low,

Oli.

By and by. And browner than her brother." Are not you When from the first to last, betwixt us two, The owner of the house I did enquire for? Tears our recountments had most kindly Cel. It is no boast, being ask'd, to say we bath'd,

[both As, how I came into that desert place ;Oli. Orlando doth commend him to you In brief, he led me to the gentle duke, And to that youth he calls his Rosalind, Who gave me fresh array and entertainment, He sends this bloody napkin :-are you he? Committing me unto my brother's love ; Ras. I am : what must we understand by Who led me instantly unto his cave, this?

[of me There stripp'd himself, and here upon his arm Oli. Some of my shame ; if you will know The lioness had torn some flesh away, What man I am, and how, and why, and where Which all this while had bled ; and now he This handkerchief was stain'd.

fainted, Cel.

I pray you, tell it. And cried, in fainting, upon Rosalind. Oli. When last the young Orlando parted Brief, I recover'd him, bound up his wound ;

And, after some small space, being strong at He left a promise to return again

heart, Within an hour ; and, pacing through the He sent me hither, stranger as I am, forest,

To tell this story, that you might excuse Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy, His broken promise, and to give this napkin, Lo! what befell! he threw his eye aside, Dyed in his blood, unto the shepherd youth And, mark, what object did present itself : That he in sport doth call his Rosalind. Under an old oak, whose boughs were moss'd Cel. (Rosalind swoons.] Why, how now, with age,

Ganymede ! sweet Ganymede ! And high top bald with dry antiquity,

Oli. Many will swoon when they do look À wretched ragged man, o'ergrown with hair, on blood. Lay sleeping on his back : about his neck Cel. There is more in it.-Cousin !-GanyA green and gilded snake had wreath'd itself, Oli. Look, he recovers.

[mede! Who with her head, nimble in threats, ap- Ros. I would I were at home. proach'd

Cel.

We'll lead you thither.The opening of his mouth ; but suddenly, I pray you, will you take him by the arm? Seeing Orlando, it unlink'd itself,

'oli. 'Be of good cheer, youth :-you a man? And with indented glides did slip away A man's heart.

[You lack lato a bush : under which bush's shade

Ros. I do so, I confess it. Ah, sirrah, a
A lioness, with udders all drawn dry, [watch, body would think this was well counterfeited :
Lay couching, head on ground, with catlike I pray you, tell your brother how well I coun-
When that the sleeping man should stir ; for terfeited.--Heigh ho !-
The royal disposition of that beast, ['tis Oli. This was not counterfeit : there is too

To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead : great testimony in your complexion, that it was
This seen, Orlando did approach the man, a passion of earnest.
And found it was his brother, his elder brother. Ros. Counterfeit, I assure you.
Cel. O, I have heard him speak of that Oli. Well then, take a good heart, and
same brother ;

counterfeit to be a man.

from you

Ros. So I do: but, i' faith, I should have Will. Which he, sir? been a woman by right.

Touch. He, sir, that must marry this woman. Cel. Come, you look paler and paler : pray Therefore, you clown, abandon, which is in you, draw homewards.--Good sir, go with us. the vulgar, leave, -the society, —which in the

Oli. That will I, for I must bear answer back boorish is, company,-of this female,-which How

you excuse my brother, Rosalind. in the common is, woman ; which together is, Ros. I shall devise something. But, I pray abandon the society of this female, or, clown, you, commend my counterfeiting to him :-will thou perishest; or, to thy better understanding. you go?

(Exeunt. 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 ACT V.

in bastinado, or in steel ; I will bandy with SCENE I.-The Forest.

thee in faction ; I will o'errun thee with policy;

I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways: Enter Touchstone and Audrey. therefore tremble, and depart. Touch. We shall find a time, Audrey ; Aud. Do, good William. patience, gentle Audrey.

Will. God rest you merry, sir. [Exit Aud. 'Faith, the priest was good enough,

Enter Corin. for all the old gentleman's saying.

Cor. Our master and mistress seek you , Touch. A most wicked Sir Oliver, Audrey, come, away, away! a most vile Mar-text. But, Audrey, there is a Touch. Trip, “Audrey, trip, Audrey. - I youth here in the forest lays claim to you. attend, I attend.

[Exeunt. Aud. Ay, I know who 'tis : he hath no

SCENE II.- The Forest. nterest in me in the world : here comes the man you mean.

Enter Orlando and Oliver. Touch. It is meat and drink to me to see a Orl. Is't possible, that on so little acquaintclown : by my troth, we that have good wits ance you shouid like her? that, but seeing, have much to answer for ; we shall be flouting ; you should love her? and, loving, woo? and, we cannot hold.

wooing, she should grant? and will you perEnter William.

séver to enjoy her? Will. Good even, Audrey.

Oli. Neither call the giddiness of it in Aud. God ye good even, William. question, the poverty of her, the small acWill. And good even to you, sir.

quaintance, my sudden wooing, nor her sudden Touch. Good even, gentle friend. Cover consenting ; but say with me, I love Aliena ; thy head, cover thy head ; nay, prythee, be say with her, that she loves me ; consent with covered. How old are you, friend ?

both, that we may enjoy each other : it shall Will. Five and twenty, sir.

be to your good; for my father's house and all Touch. A ripe age. Is thy name William ? the revenue that was old Sir Rowland's, will Will. William, sir.

(here? I estate upon you, and here live and die a Touch. A fair name. Wast born i' the forest shepherd. Will. Ay, sir, I thank God. [rich ? Örl. You have my consent. Let your wedTouch. Thank God ;--a good answer. Art ding be to-morrow : thither will I invite the Will. 'Faith, sir, so so.

duke, and all his contented followers. Go you Touch. So so, is good, very good, very ex- and prepare Aliena ; for, look you, here comes cellent good :-and yet it is not ; it is but so my Rosalind. Art thou wise ?

Enter Rosalind. Will. Ay, sir, I have a pretty wit.

Ros. God save you, brother. Touch. Why, thou sayest well. I do now Oli. And you, fair sister.

[Exit. remember a saying, -" The fool doth think he Ros. O, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me is wise ; but the wise man knows himself to be to see thee wear thy heart in a scarf ! a fool.” The heathen philosopher, when he Orl. It is my arm. had a desire to eat a grape, would open his Ros. I thought thy heart had been wounded lips when he put it into his mouth ; meaning with the claws of a lion. thereby, that grapes were made to eat, and Orl. Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lips to open. You do love this maid ?

lady. Will, I do, sir.

[learned ? Ros. Did your brother tell you how I counTouch. Give me your hand. Art thou terfeited to swoon, when he showed me your Will. No, sir.

handkerchief ? Touch. Then learn this of me: to have, is Orl. Ay, and greater wonders than that. to have ; for it is a figure in rhetoric, that Ros. Oh, I know where you are :-nay, 'tis drink, being poured out of a cup into a glass, true : there was never anything so sudden, by filling the one doth empty the other ; for but the fight of two rams, and Cæsar's thraall your writers do consent that ipse is he : sonical brag of—"I came,saw,and overcame: now, you are not ipse, for I am he.

for your brother and my sister no sooner met,

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but they looked ; no sooner looked, but they And so am I for Phebe. loved ; no sooner loved, but they sighed; no Phe. And I for Ganymede. sooner sighed, but they asked one another the Orl. And I for Rosalind. reason; no sooner knew the reason, but they Ros. And I for no woman. sought the remedy: and in these degrees have Sil. It is to be all made of fantasy, they made a pair of stairs to marriage, which All made of passion, and all made of wishes, they will climb incontinent, or else be inconti- All adoration, duty, and observance ; nent before marriage : they are in the very All humbleness, all patience, and impatience ; wrath of love, and they will together ; clubs All purity, all trial, all observance ; cannot part them.

And so am I for Phebe. Orl. They shall be married to-morrow; and Phe. And so am I for Ganymede. I will bid the duke to the nuptial. But, O, Orl. And so am I for Rosalind. how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness Ros. And so am I for no woman. through another man's eyes! By so much the Phe. [To Rosalind.) If this be so, why more shall I to-morrow be at the height of blame you me to love you? heart-heaviness, by how much I shall think Sil. (To Phebe.] If this be so, why blame my brother happy in having what he wishes for. you me to love you? [love you ?

Ros. Why then, to-morrow I cannot serve Orl. If this be so, why blame you me to your turn for Rosalind ?

Ros. Whom do you speak to,-“why blame Orl. I can live no longer by thinking.

you me to love you?"

[hear. Ros. I will weary you, then, no longer with Orl. To her, that is not here, nor doth not dle talking. Know of me, then, (for now I Ros. Pray you, no more of this : 'tis like speak to some purpose,) that I know you are the howling of Irish wolves against the moon. a gentleman of good conceit : I speak not this, |--[To Silvius.] I will help you if I can :that you should bear a good opinion of my [To Phebe.] I would love you, if I could.-, knowledge, insomuch I say I know you are ; | To-morrow meet mealltogether.-[To Phebe.] Deither do I labour for a greater esteem than I will marry you, if ever I marry a woman, may in some little measure draw a belief from and I'll be married to-morrow :-[ To Orlardo.) yo:1, to do yourself good, and not to grace me. I will satisfy you, if ever I satisfied man, and Believe then, if you please, that I can do you shall be married to-morrow :-[ To Silstrange things : I have, since I was three years vius.)-I will content you, if what pleases you old, conversed with a magician, most pro- contents you, and you shall be married tofound in his art, and yet not damnable. If morrow.

w. To Orlando.) As you love Rosayou do love Rosalind so near the heart as your lind, meet – To Silvius.] As you love Phebe, gesture cries it out, when your brother marries meet : and as I love no woman, I'll meet. Aliena, shall you marry her : I know into what So, fare you well : I have left you commands. straits of fortune she is driven ; and it is not Sil. I'll not fail, if I live. impossible to me, if it appear not inconvenient Phe.

Nor I. to you, to set her before your eyes to-morrow, Ori.

Nor I. human as she is, and without any danger.

[Exeunt, Orl. Speakest thou in sober meanings? Ros. By my life, I do; which I tender

SCENE JII.-Another part of the Forest. dearly, though I say I am a magician. There- Enter Touchstone and Audrey, fore, put you in your best array, bid your Touch. To-morrow is the joyful day, Audírends ; for if you will be married to-morrow, rey ; to-morrow will we be married. you shall ; and to Rosalind, if you will.-- Aud. I do desire it with all my heart; and Look, here comes a lover of mine, and a I hope it is no dishonest desire, to desire to be lover of hers.

a woman of the world. Here come two of Enter Silvius and Phebe.

the banished duke's pages. Pkt. Youth, you have done me much un

Enter two Pages. gentleness,

1 Page. Well met, honest gentleman, To show the letter that I writ to you

Touch. By my troth, well met. Come, sit, Rus. I care not, if I have : it is my study sit, and a song, To setm despiteful and ungentle to you: 2 Page. We are for you : sit i' the middle. You are there follow'd by a faithful shepherd ; 1 Page. Shall we clap into 't roundly, withLook upon him, love him; he worships you. out hawking, or spitting, or saying we are

Pre. Good shepherd, tell this youth what hoarse, which are the only prologues to a bad 'tis to love.

voice? Sil. It is to be all made of sighs and tears ;- 2 Page. I' faith, ï faith ; and both in a And so am I for Phebe.

tune, like two gypsies on a horse. Pke. And I for Ganymede. Orl. And I for Rosalind.

SONG. Ros. And I for no woman. [ice ;- It was a lover and his lass, Sil. It is to be all made of faith and sery- With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,

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