[Giving a letter. company. guess,

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 do so,
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.

2

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

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

ACT V.

SCENE 1-The same. Enter Touchstone ala
Audrey.

Touch. We shall find a time, Audrey; patience, gentle Audrey.

Aud. 'Faith, the priest was good enough, for all the old gentleman's saying.

Touch. A most wicked sir Oliver, Audrey, a most vile Mar-text. 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. Enter William.

Touch. It is meat and drink to me, to see a clown: By my troth, we that have good wits, have much to answer for; we shall be flouting; we cannot hold.

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?

Will. Five and twenty, sir.

Touch. A ripe age; Is thy name William?
Will. William, sir.

Touch. A fair name: Wast born i'the forest here?
Will. Ay, sir, I thank God.

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. But, 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 The lioness had torn some flesh away, Which all this while had bled; and now he fainted, And cry'd, 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, Touch. Why, thou say'st well. I do now remem Dy'd in this blood, unto the shepherd youth ber a saying; The fool doth think he is wise, but That he in sport doth call his Rosalind. the wise man knows himself to be a fool. The Cel. Why, how now, Ganymede? sweet Gany-heathen philosopher, when he had a desire to eat a mede ? [Rosalind faints. grape, would open his lips when he put it into his Oli. Many will swoon when they do look on mouth; meaning thereby, that grapes were made blood. to eat, and lips to open. You do love this maid? Will. I do, sir.

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?

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. Give me your hand: Art thou learned?
Will. No, sir.

Touch. Then learn this of me; To have, is to have: For it is a figure in rhetoric, that drink Oli. Be of good cheer, youth:-You a man?-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.

You lack a man's heart.

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

Will. Which he, sir?

Touch. He, sir, that must marry this woman: Oli. This was not counterfeit; there is too great Therefore, you clown, abandon,-which is in the testimony in your complexion, that it was a pas-vulgar, leave,-the society, which in the boorish sion of earnest.

Ros. Counterfeit, I assure you.

is, company,-of this female,-which in the common is,-woman, which together is, abandon the

Oli. Well then, take a good heart, and counter-society of this female; or, clown, thou perishest; feit to be a man.

or, to thy better understanding, diest; to wit, I Ros. So I do: but, i'faith I should have been a kill thee, make thee away, translate thy life into 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.

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.

Cor. Our master and mistress seek you; come, away, away.

Touch. Trip, Audrey, trip, Audrey ;-I attend, I attend.

SCENE II.-The same.

Oliver.

years old, conversed with a magician, most pro found in this 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 [Exeunt. she is driven; and it is not impossible to me, if it Enter Orlando and appear not inconvenient to you, to set her before your eyes to-morrow, human as she is, and without any danger.

Orl. Is't possible, that on so little acquaintance Orl. Speakest thou in sober meanings? you should like her? that, but seeing, you should Ros. By my life, I do; which I tender dearly, love her? and, loving, woo? and, wooing, she though I say I am a magician: Therefore, put you should grant? and will you perséver to enjoy her? in your best array, bid your friends; for if you Oli. Neither call the giddiness of it in question, will be married to-morrow, you shall; and to the poverty of her, the small acquaintance, my sud- Rosalind, if you will.

den wooing, nor her sudden consenting; but say with me, love Aliena; say with her, that she loves me; consent with both, that we may enjoy

Enter Silvius and Phebe.

hers.

each other: it shall be to your good; for my fa- Look, here comes a lover of mine, and a lover of ther's house, and all the revenue that was old sir Rowland's, will I estate upon you, and here live and die a shepherd.

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 handkerchief?

Orl. Ay, and greater wonders than that. Ros. O, I know where you are:-Nay, 'tis true: there was never any thing so sudden, but the fight of two rams, and Cæsar'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 ove, and they will together; clubs cannot part

them.

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
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.
Orl. And I for Rosalind.
Ros. And I for no woman.

Sil. It is to be all made of phantasy,
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?

Orl. They shall be married to-morrow; and I Orl. To her, that is not here, nor doth not hear. will bid the duke to the nuptial. But, O, how bit- Ros. Pray you, no more of this; 'tis like the ter a thing it is to look into happiness through an-howling of Irish wolves against the moon.-I will other man's eyes! By so much the more shall I to-help you, [To Silvius.] if I can :-I would love morrow be at the height of heart-heaviness, by how you, To Phebe.] if I could.-To-morrow meet me much I shall think my brother happy, in having all together.-I will marry you, [To Phebe.] if ever what he wishes for. I marry woman, and I'll be married to-morrow:Ros. Why then, to-morrow I cannot serve your I will satisfy you, [To Orlando.] if ever I satisfied turn for Rosalind?. man, and you shall be married to-morrow :Orl. I can live no longer by thinking. will content you, [To Silvius.] if what pleases Ros. I will weary you no longer then with idle you contents you, and you shall be married totalking. Know of me then (for now I speak to morrow.-As you [To Orlando.] love Rosalind, some purpose,) that I know you are a gentleman meet;-as you [To Silvius.] love Phebe, meet: of good conceit: I speak not this, that you should And as I love no woman, I'll meet.-So, fare you bear a good opinion of my knowledge, insomuch, well; I have left you commands. I say, I know you are; neither do I labour for a Sil. I'll not fail, if I live. 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!

Phe.

Orl.

Nor I.

Nor I. [Exe

(1) Invite.

SCENE III.-The same. Enter Touchstone and
Audrey.

Touch. To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey; to-morrow will we be married.

Aud. I do desire it with all my heart: and I hope it is no dishonest desire, to desire to be a woman of the world." Here comes two of the banished duke's pages.

Enter two Pages.

1 Page. Well met, honest gentleman. Touch. By my troth, well met: Come, sit, sit, and a song.

2 Page. We are for you: sit i' the middle.

1 Page. Shall we clap into't roundly, without hawking, 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.

Touch. Truly, young gentlemen, though there was no great matter in the ditty, yet the note was very untunable.

I Page. You are deceived, sir; we kept time, we lost not our time.

Touch. By my troth, yes; I count it but time lost to hear such a foolish song. God be with you; and God mend your voices !-Come, Audrey.

even.

Keep you your word, O duke, to give your daugh-
ter;-

Keep your word, Phebe, that you'll marry me ;
You yours, Orlando, to receive his daughter :-
Or else, refusing me, to wed this shepherd :-
Keep your word, Silvius, that you'll marry her,
If she refuse me :-and from hence I go,
To make these doubts all even.

[Exeunt Ros. and Cel.
Duke S. I do remember in this shepherd-boy
Some lively touches of my daughter's favour.
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.

Enter Touchstone and Audrey.

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. Salutation and greeting to you all!

Jaq. Good my lord, bid him welcome; This is the motley-minded gentleman, that I have so often met in the forest: he hath been a courtier, he

swears.

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.

Jag. How seventh cause? Good my lord, like [Exeunt. this fellow. SCENE IV. Another part of the Forest. Enter Touch. God 'ild you, sir; I desire you of the Duke S. I like him very well. Duke senior, Amiens, Jaques, Orlando, Oliver, like. I press in here, sir, amongst the rest of the country copulatives, to swear, and to forswear; acDuke S. Dost thou believe, Orlando, that the boy cording as marriage binds, and blood breaks:-A Can do all this that he hath promised?

and Celia.

poor virgin, sir, an ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine Orl. I sometimes do believe, and sometimes do own; a poor humour of mine, sir, to take that that not; no man else will: Rich honesty dwells like a miser, As those that fear they hope, and know they fear. sir, in a poor house; as your pearl, in your foul

Enter Rosalind, Silvius, and Phebe.
Ros. Patience once more, whiles our compact is
urg'd:

You say, if I bring in your Rosalind, [To the Duke.
You will bestow her on Orlando here?
Duke S. That would I, had I kingdoms to give
with her.

(1) A married woman.

oyster.

Duke S. By my faith, he is very swift and sententious.

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? Touch. Upon a lie seven times removed ;-Bear

(2) A stately solemn dance.

vour body more seeming, Audrey :-as thus, sir. 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 himself: This is called the quip modest. If again, it was not well cut, he disabled my judgment: This is called 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 quarrelsome: and so to the lie circumstantial, and the lie direct.

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

Touch. I durst go no further than the lie circumstantial, 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

Enter Jaques de Bois.

[To Silvius.

Duke S. O my dear niece, welcome thou art to me, the second, the quip modest; the third, the reply Even daughter, welcome in no less degree. churlish; the fourth, the reproof valiant; the fifth,Phe. I will not eat my word, now thou art mine; the countercheck quarrelsome; the sixth, the lie Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine." 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 I they shook hands, and swore brothers. Your if, 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. Enter Hymen, leading Rosalind in woman's clothes; and Celia. Still music.

Hym. Then is there mirth in heaven,
When earthly things made even
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 you I give myself, for I am yours. [To Orl.
Duke S. If there be truth in sight, you are my
daughter.

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 :I'll have no husband, if you be not he:[To Orlando. Nor ne'er wed woman, if you be not she. [To Phebe. Hym. Peace, ho! I bar confusion: "Tis I'must make conclusion Of these most strange events: Here's eight that must take hands, To join in Hymen's bands,

If truth holds true contents."

(1) Seemly. (2) Unless truth fails of veracity.

Jaq. de B. Let me have audience for a word or
two;

am the second son of old sir Rowland,
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 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 as 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:-

Play, music;-and you brides and bridegrooms all,
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 your former honour I bequeath;

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

3) Bind.