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Cor. I partly guess; for I have lov'd ere now. Cel. And we will mend thy wages: I like this place,

Si. No, Corin, being old thou canst not guess; And willingly could waste my time in it. Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover Cor. Assuredly, the thing is to be sold; As ever sigh'd upon a midnight pillow :

Go with me;

if
you like

upon report, But if thy love were ever like to mine,

The soil, the profit, and this kind of life, (As sure I think did never man love so,)

I will your very faithful feeder be, How many actions most ridiculous

And buy it with your gold right suddenly. (Exeunt.
Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy ?
Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten.

SCENE V. The same.
Sil. O, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily:
If thou remember'st not the slightest folly

Enter AMIENS, Jaques, and others.
That ever love did make thee run into,
Thou hast not lov'd :

SONG.
Or it thou hast not sat as I do now,

Ami. Under the greenwood tree, Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress' praise,

Who loves to lie with me, Thou hast not lov'd :

And tune his merry note, Or if thou hast not broke from company,

Unto the sweet bird's throat, Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,

Come hither, come hither, come hither ; Thou hast not lov'd: O Phebe, Phebe, Phebe !

Here shall he see
[Erit Silvius.

No enemy,
Ros. Alas, poor shepherd ! searching of thy wound, But winter and rough weather.
I have by hard adventure found my own.

Jaq. More, more, I pr’ythee, more. Touch. And I mine: We, that are true lovers, run Ami. It will make you melancholy, monsieur into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, Jaques. so is all nature in love mortal in folly.

Jaq. I thank it. More, I pr’ythee, more.

I can Ros. Thou speak'st wiser than thou art 'ware of. suck melancholy out of a song, as a weazel sucks Touch. Nay, I shall ne'er be 'ware of mine own

eggs : More, I pr'ythee, more. wit, till I break my shins against it,

Ami. My voice is ragged 3 ; I know, I cannot Ros. Jove ! Jove ! this shepherd's passion please you, Is much upon my fashion.

Jaq. I do not desire you to please me, I do deTouch. And mine ; but it grows something stale sire you to sing : Come, more; another stanza : with me.

them stanzas ? Cel. I pray you, one of you question yond man, Ami. What you will, monsieur Jaques. If he for gold will give us any food;

Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names; they owe I faint almost to death,

me nothing : Will you sing ? Touch. Holla; you, clown!

Ami. More at your request, than to please myself. Ros. Peace, fool, he's not thy kinsman.

Jag. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll Cor. Who calls ?

thank you; but that they call compliment, is like Touch. Your betters, sir.

the encounter of two dog-apes; and when a man Cor. Else are they very wretched.

thanks me heartily, methinks, I have given bim a Ros.

Peace, I say:

penny, and he renders me the beggarly thanks. Come, Good even to you, friend.

sing; and you that will not, hold your 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, if that love, or gold, while; the duke will drink under this tree: - - 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 travail much oppress’d, He is too dispútable 4 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, My fortunes were more able to relieve her :

SONG, But I am shepherd to another man,

Who doth ambition 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 pleus'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,
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 made And in my voice most welcome shall you be. Ros. What is he that shall buy his flock and pasture?

yesterday in despite of my invention.

Ami. And I'll sing it. Cor. That young swain that you saw here but

Jaq. Thus it goes :erewhile, That little cares for buying any thing.

If it do come to pass, Ros. I pray thee, if it stand with honesty,

That any man turn ass, Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the flock,

Leaving his wealth and ease, And thou shalt have to pay for it of us.

A stubborn will lo please, 3 Ragged and rugged had formerly the same meaning. 4 Disputatious.

No enemy

Cares.

Jaq:

you weed

Ducdame, ducdùme, ducdame ;

The motley fool thus moral on the time,
Here shall he see

My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,
Gross fools as he,

That fools should be so deep contemplative;
An if he will come to me.

And I did laugh, sans intermission,
Ami. What's that ducdame ?

An hour by his dial. — O noble fool ! Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a A worthy fool! Motley's the only wear. circle. I'll go sleep if I can ; if I cannot, I'll rail

Duke S. What fool is this? against all the first-born of Egypt.

Jaq. O worthy fool ! One that hath been a Ami. And I'll go seek the duke; his banquet is

courtier; prepared.

[Exeunt severally.

And says, if ladies be but young, and fair,

They have the gift to know it: and in his brain, SCENE VI. The same.

Which is as dry as the remainder bisket

After a voyage, - he hath strange places crammid Enter ORLANDO and Adam.

With observation, the which he vents Adam. Dear master, I can go no further : 0, 1 In mangled forms ; — O, that I were a fool ! die for food! Here lie I down, and measure out my

I am ambitious for a motley coat.

Duke S. Thou shalt have one. grave. Farewell, kind master. Orl. Why, how now, Adam ! no greater heart in

It is my only suit; thee? Live a little ; comfort a little ; cheer thyself

Provided, that

your better judgments a little : If this uncouth forest yield any thing of all opinion that grows rank in them,

I must have liberty savage, I will either be food for it, or bring it for That I am wise. food to thee. Thy conceit is nearer death than thy Withal, as large a charter as the wind, powers. For my sake, be comfortable; hold death To blow on whom I please ; for so fools have : awhile at the arm's end : I will here be with thee They most must laugh: And why, sir, must they so?

And they that are most galled with my folly, presently; and if I bring thee not something to eat, I'll give thee leave to die: but if thou diest before

The why is plain as way to parish church : I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well

He, that a fool doth very wisely hit, said! thou look'st cheerly : and I'll be with thee

Doth very foolishly, although he smart, quickly. — Yet thou liest in the bleak air : come, I

Not to seem senseless of the bob : if not, will bear thee to some shelter; and thou shalt not

The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in Invest me in my motley ; give me leave

Even by the squand’ring glances of the fool. this desert. Cheerly, good Adam!

[Ereunt.

To speak my mind, and I will through and through

Cleanse the foul body of the infected world,
SCENE VII. –

If they will patiently receive my medicine.
A Table set out. Enter Duke Senior, AMIENS,

Duke S. Fye on thee! I can tell what thou Lords, and others.

would'st do.

Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do, but good? Duke s. I think he be transform’d into a beast;

Duke S. Most mischievous foul sin, in chiding sin: For I can no where find him like a man.

For thou thyself hast been a libertine. 1 Lord. My lord, he is but even now gone hence; Here was he merry, hearing of a song.

Jaq. Why, who cries out on pride,

That can therein tax any private party? Duke S. If he, compact of jars 5, grow musical, Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea, We shall have shortly discord in the spheres :

Till that the very means do ebb? Go, seek him; tell him, I would speak with him. What woman in the city do I name, Enter JAQUES.

When that I say, The city-woman bears

The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders ? 1 Lord. He saves my labour by his own approach. Who can come in, and say, that I mean her, Duke S. Why, how now, monsieur ! what a life When such a one as she, such is her neighbour ? is this,

Or what is he of basest function,
That your poor friends must woo your company? That says, his bravery 7 is not on my cost,
What! you look merrily.

(Thinking that I mean him,) but therein suits Jaq. A fool, a fool!- - I met a fool i' the forest, His folly to the mettle of my speech ? A motley fool; - a miserable world !

There then; How, what then? Let me see wherein As I do live by food, I met a fool ;

My tongue hath wrong'd him : if it do him right, Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun, Then he hath wrong'd himself; if he be free, And railid on lady Fortune in good terms,

Why then, my taxing like a wild goose flies, In good set terms, -and yet a motley fool.

Unclaim'd of any man. But who comes here? Good morrow, fool, quoth I: No, sir, quoth he, Call me not fool, till heaven hath sent me fortune :

Enter ORLANDO, with his sword drawn. And then he drew a dial from his poke;

Orl. Forbear, and eat no more. And looking on it with lack-lustre eye,

Jaq.

Why, I have eat none yet. Says, very wisely, It is ten o'clock :

Orl. Nor shalt not, till necessity be serv'd. Thus may we see, quoth he, how the world wags: Jaq. Of what kind should this cock come of? 'Tis but an hour ago, since it was nine ;

Duke S. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy And after an hour more, 'twill be eleven ;

distress; And 30, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, Or else a rude despiser of good manners, And then from hour to hour, we rot and rot,

That in civility thou seem'st so empty? And thereby hangs a tale. When I did hear

6 The fool was anciently dressed in a party.coloured coat. 5 Made up of discords.

? Fincry.

The same.

Orl. You touch'd my vein at first ; the thorny | Seeking the bubble reputation point

Even in the cannon's mouth : And then, the justice ; Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show In fair round belly, with good capon lin’d, Of smooth civility: yet am I inland bred,

With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, And know some nurture : But forbear, I say; Full of wise saws and modern 8 instances, He dies, that touches any of this fruit,

And so he plays his part : The sixth age shifts Till I and my affairs are answered.

Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon ;
Jaq. An you will not be answered with reason, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side;
I must die.

His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide Duke S. What would you have? Your gentle For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, ness shall force

Turning again toward childish treble, pipes More than your force move us to gentleness. And whistles in his sound : Last scene of all

Orl. I almost die for food, and let me have it. That ends this strange eventful history, Duke S. Sit down and feed, and welcome to our Is second childishness, and mere oblivion; table.

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing. Orl. Speak you so gently? Pardon me, I pray you, I thought that all things had been savage here;

Re-enter ORLANDO, with Adam. And therefore put I on the countenance

Duke S. Welcome: set down your venerable Of stern commandment: But whate'er you are,

burden, That in this desert inaccessible,

And let him feed. Under the shade of melancholy boughs,

Orl.

I thank you most for him.
Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; Adam. So had you need;
If ever you have look'd on better days ;

I scarce can speak to thank you for myself.
If ever been where bells have knoll’d to church;

Duke S. Welcome, fall to : I will not trouble you If ever sat at any good man's feast ;

As yet, to question you about your fortunes :If ever from your eyelids wip'd a tear,

Give us some musick ; and, good cousin, sing.
And know what 'tis to pity, and be pitied;
Let gentleness my strong enforcement be :

Amiens sings.
In the which hope, I blush, and hide my sword.
Duke S. True is it that we have seen better days,

SONG.
And have with holy bell been knoll'd to church;

1. And sat at good men's feasts; and wip'd our eyes

Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Of drops that sacred pity hath engender'd :

Thou art not so unkind And therefore sit you down in gentleness,

As man's ingratitude ; And take upon command what help we have,

Thy toolh is not so keen, That to your wanting may be minister'd.

Because thou art not seen, Orl. Then, but forbear your food a little while,

Although thy breath be rude. Whiles, like a doe, I go to find my fawn,

Heigh, ho! sing, heigh, ho! unto the green holly : And give it food. There is an old poor man, Who after me hath many a weary step

Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly :

Then, heigh, ho, the holly!
Limp'd in pure love ; till he be first suffic'd, —

This life is most jolly.
Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger, -
I will not touch a bit.

II.
Duke S.
Go find him out,

Freeze, freeze, thou bilter sky,
And we will nothing waste till your return.

That dost not bite so nigh Orl. I thank ye; and be bless'd for your good

As benefits forgot : comfort!

(Erit.

Though thou the waters warp, Duke S. Thou seest, we are not all alone unhappy:

Thy sting is not so sharp
This wide and universal theatre

As friend remember'd9 not.
Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Heigh, ho! sing, heigh, ho! fc.
Wherein we play in.
Jaq.

All the world's a stage, Duke S. If that you were the good sir Rowland's And all the men and women merely players :

son, They have their exits, and their entrances; As you have whisper'd faithfully, you were ; And one man in his time plays many parts, And as mine eye doth his effigies witness His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Most truly limn'd, and living in your face, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms :

Be truly welcome hither : I am the duke, And then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel, That lov'd your father : The residue of your fortune And shining morning face, creeping like snail Go to my cave and tell me. — Good old man, Unwillingly to school : And then, the lover; 'Thou art right welcome as thy master is : Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad

Support him by the arm. - Give me your hand, Made to his mistress' eyebrow: Then, a soldier ; And let me all your fortunes understand. (Exunt. Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, # Trite, common.

9 liemembering.

ACT III.

be:

SCENE I. - A Room in the Palace. I eat, get that I wear; owe no man hate, envy no

man's happiness; glad of other men's good, content Enter DUKE FREDERICK, OLIVER, Lords, and with my harm : and the greatest of my pride is, to Attendants.

see my ewes graze, and my lambs suck. - Here Duke F. Not see him since ? Sir, sir, that cannot comes young master Ganymede, my new mistress's

brother. But were I not the better part made mercy,

Enter Rosalind, reading a paper. I should not seek an absent argument

Ros. From the east to western Ind, Of my revenge, thou present: But look to it;

No jewel is like Rosalind, Find out thy brother, wheresoe'er he is :

Her worth, being mounted on the wind, Seek him with candle; bring him dead or living,

Through all the world bears Rosalind Within this twelvemonth, or turn thou no more

All the pictures, fuirest lin'dt, To seek a living in our territory.

Are but black to Rosalind. Thy lands, and all things that thou dost call thine,

Let no face be kept in mind, Worth seizure, do we seize into our hands;

But the fair 5 of Rosalind. Till thou canst quit thee by thy brother's mouth,

Touch. I'll rhyme you so, eight years together ; Of what we think against thee. Oli. O, that your highness knew my heart in this ! it is the right butter-woman's rank to market.

dinners and suppers, and sleeping hours excepted : I never lov'd my brother in my life. Duke F. More villain thou.

Ros. Out, fool!
Well, push him

Touch. For a taste :
out of doors;
And let my officers of such a nature

If a hart do lack a hind, Make an extent' upon his house and lands:

Let him seek out Rosalind. Do this expediently?, and turn him going. [Ereunt.

If the cat will after kind,

So, be sure, will Rosalind.
SCENE II. - The Forest.

They that reap, must sheaf and bind ;

Then to cart with Rosalind.
Enter ORLANDO, with a paper.

Sweetest nut hath sourest rinil,
Orl. Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love :

Such a nut is Rosalind. And thou, thrice-crowned queen of night, survey This the very false gallop of verses ; Why do you With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above, infect yourself with them?

Thy huntress' name, that my full life doth sway. Ros. Peace, you dull fool; I found them on a O Rosalind! these trees shall be my books,

tree. And in their barks my thoughts I'll character; Touch. Truly, the tree yields bad fruit. That every eye, which in this forest looks,

Rvs. I'll graff it with you, and then I shall graff Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where. it with a medlar : then it will be the earliest fruit in Run, run, Orlando; carve, on every tree,

the country: for you'll be rotten e're you be half The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive 3 she. (Exit. ripe, and that's the right virtue of the medlar.

Touch. You have said; but whether wisely or no, Enter Corin and Touchstone.

let the forest judge. Cor. And how like you this shepherd's life,

Enter Celia, reading a paper. master Touchstone ? Touch. "Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is

Ros. Peace! a good life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's Here comes my sister, reading ; stand aside. life, it is naught. In respect that it is solitary, I Cel. Why should this desert silent be ? like it very well; but in respect that it is private,

For it is unpeopled ? No; it is a very vile life. Now in respect it is in the

Tongues I'll hang on every tree, fields, it pleaseth me well; but in respect it is not

That shall civil 6 sayings show. in the court, it is tedious. As it is a spare life, look Sume, how brief the life of man ! you, it fits my humour well; but as there is no more

Runs his erring pilgrimage ; plenty in it, it goes much against my stomach.

That the stretching of a span Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd ?

Buckles in his sum of age. Cor. No more, but that I know, the more one Some, of violated vows sickens, the worse at ease he is; and that he that

'Twirt the souls of friend and friend : wants money, means, and content, is without three But upon the fairest boughs good friends: – That the property of rain is to wet,

Or at every sentence' end, and fire to burn : That good pasture makes fat

Will I Rosalinda write ; sheep; and that a great cause of the night, is lack

Teaching all that read, to know of the sun : That he, that hath learned no wit by The quintessence of every sprite nature nor art, may complain of good breeding, or

Heaven would in little show. comes of a very dull kindred.

Therefore heaven nature charg'd Touch. Such a one is a natural philosopher.

That one body should be fill'd Wast ever in court, shepherd ?

With all graces wide enlarg'd: Cor. No, sir; I am a true labourer; I

Nature presently distillid 2 Expeditiously. 3 Inexpressible. • Delincated. 5 Complexion, bcauty. 6 Grave, solemn

earn that

1 Seizure.

:

verses.

Helen's cheek, but not her heart;

Ros. Nay, no mocking; speak sad brow, and Cleopatra's majesty ;

true maid. 8
Atalanta's better part ;

Cel. I' faith, coz, 'tis he.
Sad Lucretia's modesty.

Ros. Orlando?
Thus Rosalind of many parts

Cel. Orlando.
By heavenly synod was devis'd ;

Rus. Alas the day! what shall I do with my
Of many faces, eyes, and hearls,

doublet and hose ? - What did he, when thou saw'st To have the touches 7 dearest priz'd. him ? What said he? How look'd he? Wherein Heaven would that she these gifts should have, went he ? 9 What makes he here? Did he ask for And I to live and die her slave.

me? Where remains he? How parted he with thee? Ros. O most gentle Jupiter ! what tedious and when shalt thou see him again ? Answer me in homily of love have you wearied your parishioners one word. withal, and never cry'd, Have patience, good people!

Cel. You must borrow me Garagantua's ' mouth Cel. How now! back friends; Shepherd, go

first : 'tis a word too great for any mouth of this off a little : - Go with him, sirrah.

age's size : To say, ay, and no, to these particulars, Touch. Come, shepherd, let us make an honour- is more than to answer in a catechism. able retreat ; though not with bag and baggage, yet and in man's apparel ? Looks he as freshly as he did

Ros. But doth he know that I am in this forest, with scrip and scrippage.

[Exeunt Corin and Touchstone. the day he wrestled ? Cel. Didst thou hear these verses?

Cel. It is as easy to count atomies ?, as to resolve Ros. O yes, I heard them all, and more too; for the propositions of a lover : but take a taste of some of them had in them more feet than the verses my finding him, and relish it with a good observance, would bear.

I found him under a tree, like a dropp'd acorn. Cel. That's no matter; the feet might bear the

Ros. It may well be called Jove's tree, when it

drops forth such fruit. Ros. Ay, but the feet were lame, and could not Cel. Give me audience, good madam. bear themselves without the verse, and therefore stood

Ros. Proceed. lamely in the verse.

Cel. There lay he, stretch'd along like a wounded Cel. But didst thou hear, without wondering how knight. thy name should be hang'd and carved upon these

Ros. Though it be pity to see such a sight, it trees?

well becomes the ground. Ros. I was seven of the nine days out of the

Cel. Cry, holla! to thy tongue, I pr’ythee; it wonder, before you came; for look here what I curvets very unseasonably. He was furnish'd like found on a palm-tree: I was never so be-rhymed a hunter. since Pythagoras' time, that I was an Irish rat,

Ros. O ominous! he comes to kill my heart. which I can hardly remember.

Cel. I would sing my song without a burden : Cel. Trow you, who hath done this?

thou bring'st me out of tune. Ros. Is it a man?

Ros. Do you not know I am a woman? when I Cel. And a chain, that you once wore, about his think, I must speak. Sweet, say on. neck : Change you colour? Ros. I pr'ythee, who?

Enter ORLANDO and JAQUES. Cel. O lord, lord ! it is a hard matter for friends Cel. You bring me out:

- Soft! comes he not to meet : but mountains may be removed with earth- here ? quakes, and so encounter,

Ros. "Tis he; slink by, and note him. Ros. Nay, but who is it?

(Celia and Rosalind retire. Cel. Is it possible ?

Jaq. I thank you for your company; but, good Ros. Nay, I pray thee now, with most petitionary faith, I had as lief have been myself alone. vehemence, tell me who it is.

Orl. And so had I ; but yet, for fashion sake, I Cel. O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonder- thank you too for your society. ful wonderful, and yet again wonderful, and after Jaq. Peace be with you ; let's meet as little as that out of all whooping !

Ros. Good my complexion ! dost thou think, Orl. I do desire we may be better strangers. though I am caparison'd like a man, I have a doublet Jaq. I pray you, mar no more trees with writing and hose in my disposition ? One inch of delay more love-songs in their barks. is a South-sea-off discovery. I pr’ythee, tell me, Orl. I pray you, mar no more of my verses with who is it? quickly, and speak apace : I would thou reading them ill-favouredly. couldst stammer, that thou mightst pour this con- Jaq. Rosalind is your love's name? cealed man out of thy mouth, as wine comes out of Ori. Yes, just narrow-mouth'd bottle; either too much at once, or Jag. I do not like her name. none at all. I pr’ythee take the cork out of thy Orl. There was no thought of pleasing you, when mouth, that I may drink thy tidings. What man- she was christen'd. ner of man? Is his head worth a hat, or his chin Jaq. What stature is she of? worth a beard ?

Orl. Just as high as my heart. Cel. Nay, he hath but a little beard.

Jaq. You are full of pretty answers: Have you Ros. Why, let me stay the growth of his beard, not been acquainted with goldsmiths' wives, and if thou delay me not the knowledge of his chin. conn'd them out of rings?

Cel. It is young Orlando; that tripp'd up the Orl. Not so; but I answer you right painted wrestler's heels, and your heart, both in an instant.

& Speak seriously and hor.estly. 7 Features

we can.

1 The giant of Rabelais.

9 How was he dressed ? 2 Atoms.

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