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Peace, I say :- Come, sing; and you that will not, hold your Good even to you, friend.
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, is that love, or gold, while ; the duke will drink under this trce:-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 travel much oppress'd, He is too dispútable 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,
Who doth ambilion 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' to find the way to heaven
And pleas'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, Jaq. I'll give you a verse to this note, that I And in my voice most welcome shall you be. made yesterday in despite of my invention. Ros. What is he that shall buy his flock and Ami. And I'll sing it. pasture ?
Jaq. Thus it goes : Cor. That young swain that you saw here but
If it do com erewhile,
That any man turn ass, That little cares for buying any thing.
Leaving his wealth and ease, Ros. I pray thee, if it stand with honesty,
A stubborn will to please, Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the flock,
Ducdàme, ducdame, ducdàme; And thou shalt have to pay for it of us.
Here shall he see, Cel. And we will mend thy wages : I like this
Gross fools as he,
An if he will come to Ami.
Ami. What's that ducdame ?
Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a The soil, the profit, and this kind of life,
circle. I'll go sleep if I can ; if I cannot, I'll rail I will your very faithful feeder be,
against all the first-born of Egypt. And buy it with your gold right suddenly. (Exe. Ami, And I'll go seek the duke; his banquet is
(Exeunt severally. SCENE V.-The same.
Enter Amiens, Jaques, SCENE VI.—The same. and others.
Enter Orlando and
Adam. Dear master, I can go no further: 0, I Ami. Under the greenwood tree,
die for food! Here lie I down, and measure out Who loves to lie with me,
my grave. Farewell, kind master., And lune his merry nole
Orl. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart Unto the suret bird's throat,
in thee? Live a little ; comfort a little ; cheer thyCome hither, come hither, come hither ; self a little : Is this uncouth forest yield any thing Here shall he see
savage, I will either be food for it,' or bring it for No enemy,
food to thee. Thy conceit is nearer death than But winter and rough weather.
thy powers. For my sake, be comfortable ; hold
death a while at the arm's end: I will here be with Joq. More, more, I pr’ythee, more. Ami. It will make you melancholy, monsieur to eat, I'll give thee leave to die: but if thou diesi
thee presently; and if I bring thee not something Jaques. Jaq. I thank it. More, I pr’ythee, more. I can Well said ! thou look'st cheerly: and I'll be with
before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. suck melancholy out of a song, as a weazel sucks thee quickly:-Yet thou liest in the bleak air : eggs : More, I pr’ythee, more.
Come, I will bear thee to some shelter; and thou "Ami. My voice is ragged ;' I know, I cannot shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any please you.
Jaq. I do not desire you to please me, I do desire thing in this desert. Cheerly, good Adam! (Exe. you to sing : Come, more; another stanza; Call SCENE VII.---The same. A table set oul. Enter you them stanzas ?
Duke senior, Amiens, Lords, and others. Ami. What you will, monsieur Jaques. Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names; they owe
Duke S. I think he be transform'd into a beast ; me nothing: Will you sing?
For I can no where find him like a man. Ani. More at your request, than to please myself.
1 Lord. My lord, he is but even now gone hence ; Jaz. Well then, if ever I thank any man, i'li Here was he merry, hearing of a song. thank you: but that they call compliment, is like
Duke S. If he, compact of jars, grow musical, the encounter of two dog-apes; and when a man
We shall have shortly discord in the spheres :thanks mc heartily, methinks I have given him a Go, seek him; tell him, I would speak with him. penny, and he records me the beggarly thanks.
Enter Jaques. (1) Cares.
i Lord. He saves my labour by his own approach, Ragged and rugged had formerly the same meaning.
(3) Disputatious. (4) Made up of discords.
Duke S. Why, how now, monsieur ! what a life The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders ? is this,
Who can con.c in, and say, that I mean her,
Or what is he of basest function,
(Thinking that I mean him,) but therein suits A» I do live by food, I met a fool ;-.
His folly to the mettle of my speech? Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun, There then; How, what then? Let me see wherein And rail'd on lady Fortune in good terms, My tongue hath wrong'd him: if it do him right, In good set terms, -and yet a motley fool. Then he hath wrong'd himself; if he be free, Good-morrow, fool, quoth I: No, sir, quoth he, Why then, my taxing like a wild goose flies, Call me not fool, till heaven hath sent nie forlune : Unclaim'd of any man.-But who comes here? And then he drew a dial from his poke; And looking on it with lack-lustre eye,
Enter Orlando, with his sword drawn. Says, very wisely, It is ten o'clock :
Orl. Forbear, and eat no more. Thus may we see, quoth he, how the world wags :
Why, I have eat none yet. 'Tis but an hour ago, since it was nine ;
Orl. Nor shalt not, till necessity be serv'd. And after an hour more, 'will be eleven;
Jaq. Of what kind should this cock come of? And so, from hour to hour, we ripe, and ripe, Duke S. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy And then, from hour to hour, we rot, and rot,
distress; And thereby hangs u tale. When I did hear Or else a rude despiser of good manners, The motley fool thus moral on the time,
That in civility thou seem'st so empty? My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,
Orl. You touch'd my vein at first'; the thorny That fools should be so deep-contemplative;
point And I did laugh, sans intermission,
Or bare distress hath ta'en from me the show An hour by his dial.-0 noble fool!
of smooth civility: yet am I inland bred," A worthy fool! Motley's the only wear.' And know some nurture : 4 But forbear, I say; Duke 'S. What fool is this?
He dies, that touches any of this fruit, Jaq. O worthy fool !-One that hath been a Till I and my affairs are answered. courtier ;
Jaq. An you will not be answered with reason, And says, if ladies be but young, and fair, I must die. They have the gift to know it: and in his brain, Duke S. What would you have? Your gentleWhich is as dry as the remainder bisket
ness shall sorce, After a voyage,-he hath strange places cramm’d More than your force move us to gentleness. With observation, the which he vents
Orl. I almost die for food, and let me have it. In mangled forms:-0, that I were a fool!
Duke S. Sit down and 'feed, welcome to our I am ambitious for a motley coat.
table. Duke S. Thou shalt have one.
Orl. Speak you so gently? Pardon me, I pray Jaq:
It is my only suit;
you: Provided, that you weed your better judgments I thought that all things had been savage here; Of all opinion that grows rank in them,
And therefore put I on the countenance That I am wise. I must have liberty
of stern commandment: But whate'er you are, Withal, as large a charter as the wind,
That in this desert inaccessible, To blow on whom I please ; for so fools have:
Under the shade of melancholy boughs, And they that are most galled with my folly, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; They most must laugh: And why, sir, must they so? If ever you have look'd on better days; The why is plain as way to parish church : If ever been where bells have knollà to church; He, that a fool doth very wisely hit,
If ever sat at any good man's seast ; Doth very foolishly, although he smart,
If ever from your eye-lids wip'd a tear, Not to seem senseless of the bob: if not, And know what 'tiš to pity, and be pitied; The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd
Let gentleness my strong enforcement be: Even by the squandering glances of the fool.
In the which hope, I blush, and hide my sword. Invest me in my motley; give me leave
Duke S. True is it that we have seen better To speak my mind, and I will through and through
days; Cleanse the foul body of the infected world, And have with holy bell been knoll'd to church; If they will patiently receive my medicine. And sat at good men's feasts; and wip'd our eyes Duke s. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou or drops that sacred pity hath engender'd: would'st do.
And therefore sit you down in gentleness, Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do, but good ? And take upon command what help we have,
Duke S. Most mischievous foul sin, in chiding sin: That to your wanting may be ministred. For thou thyself hast been a libertine,
Orl. Then, but forbcar your food a little while, As sensual as the brutish sting itself;
Whiles, like a doe, I go to find my fawn, And all the embossed sores, and headed evils And give it food. There is an old poor inan, That thou with license of free foot hast caught, Who after me hath many a weary step Would'st thou disgorge into the general world. Limp'd in pure love; till he be first suffic'd,Jaq. Why, who cries out on pride,
Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger,That can therein tax any private party?
I will not touch a bit. Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea,
Go find him out, Cill that the very very means ebb?
And we will nothing waste till you retum. What woman in the city do I name,
Orl. I thank ye; and be bless'd for your good When that I say, The city-woman bears
[Erit. (1) The fool was anciently dressed in a party
(2) Finery. (3) Well brought up. coloured coat.
14) Good manners.
Duke S. Thou seest, we are not all alone un-|As you have whisper'd faithfully, you were; happy:
And as mine eye doth his ethgies witness This wide and universal theatre
Most truly limn'd, and living in your face, Presents more woful pageants than the scene Be truly welcome hither: I am the duke, Wherein we play in.
That lov'd your father: The residue of your fortune, Jaq.
All the world's a stage, Go to my cave and tell me.-Good old man, And all the men and women merely players : Thou art right welcome as thy master is : They have their exits, and their entrances; Support him by the arm.–Give me your hand, And one man in his time plays many parts, And let me all your fortunes understand. (Exe His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms: And then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel,
SCENE I.A room in the palace. Enter Drike Made to his mistress' eye-brow: Then, a soldier;
Frederick, Oliver, Lords, and allendants. Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Duke F. Not see him since? Sir, sir, that can. Jealous in honour, sudden' and quick in quarrel,
not be: Seeking the bubble reputation
But were I not the better part made mercy,
of my revenge, thou present: But look to it; With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Find out thy brother, wheresoe'er he is ; Full of wise saws and moderna instances, Seek him with candle; bring him dead or living, And so he plays his part: The sixth age shists Within this twelvemonth, or turn thou no more Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon;
To seek a living in our territory. With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side;,
Thy lands, and all things that thou dost call thine, His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Worth seizure, do we seize into our hands : Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
Till thou canst quit thee by thy brother's mouth,
Of what we think against thee. And whistles in his sound: Last scene of all,
Oli. O, that your highness knew my heart in this! That ends this strange eventful history,
I never lovd my brother in my life. Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Duke F. More villain thou.-Well, push him Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing. out of doors; Re-enter Orlando, with Adam.
And let my officers of such a nature Duke S. Welcome: set down your venerable Do this expediently, and turn him going. (Exe.
Make an extents upon his house and lands: burden, And let him feed.
SCENE II.-The Forest. Enter Orlando, with Orl.
I thank you most for him. Adam. So had you need;
a paper. I scarce can speak to thank you for myself. Orl. Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love:
Duke S. Welcome, fall to : I will not trouble you And, thou, thrice-crowned queen of night, survey As yet, to question you about your fortunes : With thy chaste eyc, from thy pale sphere above, Give us some music; and, good cousin, sing. Thy huntress' name, that my full life doth sway. Amiens sings.
O Rosalind! these trees shall be my books,
And in their barks my thoughts i'll character; SONG.
That every eye, which in this forest looks, 1.
Shall see thy virtue witness'd every whére. Blow, blou, thou winter wind,
Run, run, Orlando; carve, on every tree, Thou art not so unkind;
The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. (Exit. As man's ingratitude ;
Enter Corin amd Touchstone.
Cor. And how like you this shepherd's life, masAlthough thy brcath be rude.
ter Touchstone ? Heigh, ho! sing, heigh, ho! unto the green holly : Touch. Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere is a good life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's folly:
life, it is naught. In respect that it is solitary, I Then, heigh, ho, the holly!
like it very well; but in respect that it is private, This life is most jolly.
it is a very vile life. Now in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in respect it is not
in the court, it is tedious. As it is a spare lise, Freeze, freeze, thou bilter sky,
look you, it fits my humour well; but as there is no That dost not bile so nigh,
more plenty in it, it goes much against my stomach. As benefits forgot :
Hast thou any philosophy in thee, shepherd ? Though thou the waters warp,
Cor. No more, but that I know, the more onc Thy sling is not so sharp
sickens, the worse at ease he is ; and that he that As friend remember da not.
wants money, means, and content, is without three Heigh, hó! sing, heigh, ho! &c.
good friends :-That the property of rain is to we',
and fire to burn: That good pasture makes fat Duke $. If that you were the good sir Row-sheep; and that a great cause of the night, is lack land's son,
of the sun : That he, that hath learned no wit by (1) Violent.
(2) Trite, common. (5) Seize by legal process. (6) Expeditiously. (3) Unnatural (4) Remembering. (7) Inexpressible.
nature nor art, may complain of good breeding, or dinners, and suppers, and sleeping hours excepted : comes of a very dull kindred.
it is the right butter-woman's rank to market. Touch. Such a one is a natural philosopher. Ros. Out, sool ! Wast ever in court, shepherd ?
Touch. For a taste :Cor. No, truly
If a hart do lack a hind, Touch. Then thou art damn'd.
Let him seek out Rosalind. Cor. Nay, I hope,
Į the cal will after kind, Touch. Truly, thou art damn'd; like an ill
sure, wil Rosalind. roasted egg, all on one side.
Winter-garments must be lin'd, Cor. For not being at court? Your reason.
So must slender Rosalind. Touch. Why, if thou never wast at court, thou
They that reap, must sheaf and bind; never saw'st good manners; if thou never saw'st
Then to cart with Rosalind. good manners, then thy manners must be wicked;
Sweetest nut hath sourest rind, and wickedness is sin, and sin is damnation: Thou
Such a nut is Rosalind. art in a parlous state, shepherd.
He that sweetest rose will find, Cor. Not a whit, Touchstone: those, that are
Must find love's prick, and Rosalind. good manners, at the court, are as ridiculous in the country, as the behaviour of the country is most This is the very false gallop of verses ; Why do mockable at the court. You told me, you salute you infect yourself with them? not at the court, but you kiss your hands; that
Ros. Peace, you dull fool; I found them on a tree. courtesy would be uncleanly, if courtiers were
Touch. Truly, the tree yields bad fruit. shepherds.
Ros. I'll grati' it with you, and then I shall graff Touch. Instance, briefly; come, instance.
it with a medlar: then it will be the earliest fruit Cor. Why, we are still handling our ewes; and in the country: for you'll be rotten ere you be hal their fells, you know, are greasy.
ripe, and that's the right virtue of the medlar. Touch.' Why, do not your courtier's hands
Touch. You have said; but whether wisely or sweat ? and is not the grease of a mutton as whole- no, let the forest judge. some as the sweat of a man? Shallow, shallow :
Enter Celia, reading a paper.
Cel. Why should this desert silent be ? Cor. And they are often tarr'd over with the For it is unpeopled ? NO; surgery of our sheep; And would you have us kiss Tongues I'd hang on every tree, tar? The courtier's hands are perfumed with civet.
That shall civil* sayings shor. Touch. Most shallow man! Thou worms-meat, Some, how brief the life of man in respect of a good piece of flesh: Indeed!
Runs his erring pilgrimage; Learn of the wise, and perpend : Civet is of a That the stretching of a span birth than tar; the very uncleanly flux of a
Buckles in his sum of age.
Some, of violated vows
But upon the fairest boughs, shallow man! God make incision in thee! thou art
Or at every sentence' end, raw.'
Will I Rosalinda write; Cor. Sir, I am a true labourer; I earn that I
Teaching all that read, to know eat, get that I wear; owe no man hate, envy no The quintessence of every sprile man's happiness; glad of other men's good, con
Heaven would in little show. tent with my harm: and the greatest of my pride Therefore heaven nature charg'd is, to see my ewes graze, and my lambs suck.
That one body should be fill'd Touch. That is another simple sin in you; to With all gruces wide enlarg'd: bring the ewes and the rams together, and to offer
Nature presently distilld to get your living by the copulation of cattle : to Helen's cheek, but not her heart; be bawd to a bellwether; and to betray a she
Cleopatra's majesty; lamb of a twelvemonth, to a crooked-pated, old, Atalanta's beller part; cuckoldly ram, out of all reasonable match. If
Sad Lucretia's modesty. thou be'st not damn'd for this, the devil himself Thus Rosalind of many parts will have no shepherds; I cannot see else how
By heavenly synod was devis'd; thou should'st 'scape.
Of many faces, eyes, and hearts, Cor. Here comes young master Ganymede, my To have the touchess dearest priz'd. new mistress's brother.
Heaven would that she these gifts snould have,
And I to live and die her slave.
Ros. O most gentle Jupiter !-what tedious hun Ros. From the east lo western Ind,
mily of love have you wearied your parishioners No jewel is like Rosalind.
withal, and never cry'd, Have patience, goord Her worth, being mounted on the wind,
people! Through all the world bears Rosalind.
Cel. How now! back, friends ;-Shepherd, gu All the pictures, fairest lin'd, a
off a little:-Go with him, sirrah. Are but black to Rosalind.
Touch. Come, shepherd, let us make an honour. Let no face be kept in mind,
able retreat ; though not with bag and baggage, yet B:ut the fair of Rosalind.
with scrip and scrippage. [Exe. Cor. and Touch. Touch. I'll rhyme you so, eight years together;
Cel. Didst thou hear these verses ?
Ros. O, yes, I heard them all, and more too; (1) Unexperienced. (2) Delineated. is) Complexion, beautv. (4) Grave, solemn.
for some of them had in them more feet than the the propositions of a lover:-hut take a taste of my verses would bear.
finding him, and relish it with a good observance. Cel. That's no matter; the feet might bear the I found him under a tree, like a dropp'd acorn. verses,
Ros. It may well be callid Jove's tree, when it Ros. Ay, but the feet were lame, and could not drops forth such fruit. bear themselves without the verse, and therefore Cel. Give me audience, good madam. stood lamely in the verse.
Ros. Proceed. Cel. But didst thou hear, without wondering Cel. There lay he, stretch'd along, like a wounded how thy name should be hang'd and carv'd upon knight. these trees ?
Ros. Though it be pity to see such a sight, it Ros. I was seven of the nine days out of the well becomes the ground. wonder, before you came ; for look' here what I Cel. Cry, holla! to thy tongue, I prythee; it found on a palm-tree: I was never so be-rhymed curvets very unseasonably. He was furnish'd like since Pythagoras' time, that I was an Irish rat, a hunter. which I can hardly remember.
Ros. O ominous ! he comes to kill my heart. Cel. Trow you, who hath done this?
Cel. I would sing my song without a burden : Ros. Is it a man?
thou bring'st me out of tune. Cel. And a chain, that you once wore, about his Ros. Do you not know I am a woman? when I neck: Change you colour ?
think, I must speak. Sweet, say on. Ros. I pr’ythee, who? Cel. O lord, lord ! it is a hard matter for friends
Enter Orlando and Jaques. to meet; but mountains may be removed with! Cel. You bring me out:-Son! comes he not earthquakes, and so encounter.
here? Ros. Nay, but who is it?
Ros. 'Tis he; slink by, and note him. Cel. Is it possible?
(Celia and Rosalind retire. Ros. Nay, I pray thee now, with most petition-. Jaq. I thank you for your company; but, good ary vehemence, tell me who it is.
faith, I had as lief have been myself alone. Cel. O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonder Orl. And so had 1: but yet, for fashion's sake, ful wonderful, and yet again wonderful, and after I thank you too for your society. that out of all whooping !
Jaq. God be with you; let's meet as little as we Ros. Good my complexion! dost thou think, can. though I am caparison'd like a man, I have a dou Orl. I do desire we may be better strangers. blet and hose in my disposition? One inch of delay, Jaq. I pray you, mar no more trees with writing more is a South-sea-off discovery. I pr’ythec, tell love-songs in their barks. me, who is it? quickly, and speak apace: I would Orl. I pray you, mar no more of my verses with thou could'st stammer, that thou might'st pour reading them ill-favouredly. this concealed man out of thy mouth, as wine Jaq. Rosalind is your love's name? comes out of a narrow-mouth'd bottle ; either too Orl. Yea, just. much at once, or none at all. I pr’ythee, take the Jag. I do not like her name. cork out of thy mouth, that I may drink thy tidings. Orl. There was no thought of pleasing you,
Cel. So you may put a man in your belly. when she was christen’d.
Ros. Is he of God's making? What manner on Jaq. What stature is she of? man? Is his head worth a hat, or his chin worth a Orl. Just as high as my heart. beard?
Jaq. You are full of pretty answers: Have you Cel. Nay, he hath but a little beard.
not been acquainted with goldsmiths' wives, and Ros. Why, God will send more, if the man will conn'd them out of rings? be thankful let me stay the growth of his beard, Orl. Not so; but I answer you right painted ir thou delay me not the knowledge of his chin. cloth, from whence you have studied your ques
Cel. It is young Orlando; that tripp'd up the tions. wrestler's heels, and your heart, both in an instant. Jaq. You have a nimble wit; I think it was
Ros. Nay, but the devil take mocking; speak made of Atalanta's heels. Will you sit down with sad brow, and true maid.2
me? and we two will rail against our mistress the Cel. l’laith, coz, 'tis he.
world, and all our misery. Ros. Orlando ?
Orl. I will chide no breather in the world, but Cel. Orlando.
myself; against whom I know most faults. Ros. Alas the day! what shall I do with my Jaq. The worst fault you have, is to be in love. doublet and hose ?- iVhat did he, when thou saw'st Orl. 'Tis a fault I will not change for your best him? What said he? How look'd he? Wherein virtue. I am weary of you. went he ? What makes he here? Did he ask for Jaq. By my troth, I was seeking for a fool, me? Where remains he? How parted he with when I found you. thee? and when shalt thou see him again? Answer Orl. He is drown'd in the brook; look but in, me in one word.
and you shall see him. Cel. You must borrow me Garagantua's mouth Jaq. There shall I see mine own figure. first: 'tis a word too great for any mouth of this Orl. Which I take to be either & fool, or a aze's size: To say, ay, and no, to these particulars, cypher. is more than to answer in a catechism.
Jaq. I'll tarry no longer with you: farewell. Ros. But doth he know that I am in the forest, good signior love. and in man's apparel ? Looks he as freshly as he Orl. I am glad of your departure ; adieu, good did the day he wrestled ?
monsieur melancholy. Cel. It is as easy to count atomies," as to resolve (Exit Jaques.-Celia and Rosalind come forward (1) Out of all measure.
(4) The giant of Rabelais. (5) Motes. (2) Speak seriously and honestly.
(6) An allusion to the moral sentences on oid (3) How was he dressed ?