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and, if it please your ladyships, you may see Orl. No, fair princess; he is the gederal the end; for the best is yet to do; and here, challenger: I come but in, as others do, to where you are, they are coming to perform it, try with him the strength of my youth.

Cel. Well,-the beginning, that is dead and Cel. Young gentleman, your spirits are too buried.

bold for your years : You have seen cruel Le Beau. There comes an old man, and proof of this man's strength --if you saw yourhis three sons,

self with your eyes, or knew yourself with Cel. I could match this beginning with an your judgment, the fear of your adventure old tale.

would counsel you to a more equal enterprise. Le Beau. Three proper young men, of We pray you, for your own sake, to embrace excellent growth and presence;

your own safety, and give over this attempt. Ros. With bills on their necks,-Be it Ros. Do, young sir; your reputation shall known unto all men by these presents, not therefore be misprised: we will make

Le Beau. The eldest of the three wrestled it our sait to the duke, that the wrestling with Charles, the duke's wrestler; which might not go forward. Charles in a moment threw him, and broke Orl. I beseech you, punish me not with three of his ribs, that there is little hope of your hard thoughts; wherein I confess me life in him: so he served the second, and so much guilty, to deny so fair and excellent the third : Yonder they lie; the poor old man, ladies any thing. But let your fair eyes, and their father, making such pitiful dole over gentle wishes, go with me to my trial: wherein them, that all the beholders take his part if I be foiled, there is but one shamed that with weeping.

was never gracious; if killed, but one dead Ros. Alas!

that is willing to be so: I shall do my friends Touch. But what is the sport, monsieur, no wrong, for I have none to lament me; the that the ladies have lost?

world no injury, for in it I have nothing ; Le Beau. Why, this that I speak of. only in the world I fill up a place, which may

Touch. Thus men may grow wiser every be better supplied when I have made it day! it is the first time that ever I heard, einpty. breaking of ribs was sport for dadies.

Ros. The little strength that I have, I Cel. Or I, I promise thee.

would it were with you. Ros. But is there any else longs to see this Cel. And mine, to eke out hers. broken music in his sides ? is there yet ano- Ros. Fare you well. Pray heaven, I be ther dotes upon rib-breaking ?-Shall we see deceived in you! this wrestling, cousin ?

Cel. Your heart's desires be with you. Le Beau. You must, if you stay here: for Cha. Come, where is this young gallant, here is the place appointed for the wrestling, that is 80 desirous to lie with his mother and they are ready to perform it.

earth? Cel. Yonder, sure, they are coming : Let us Orl, Ready, sir; but his will hath in it a now stay and see it.

more modest working. Flourish. Enter Duke FREDERICK,Lords, Duke F. You shall try but one fall.

ORLANDO, CHARLES, and Attendants. Cha. No, I warrant your grace; you shall Duke F. Come on; since the youth will not entreat' him to a second, that have so not be entreated, his own peril on his for- mightily persuaded him from a first. wardness.

Ori. You mean to mock me after; you Ros. Is yonder the man

should not have mocked me before: but come Le Beau. Even he, madam.

your ways. Cel. Alas, he is too young: yet he looks Ros. Now, Hercules be thy speed, young successfully.

man! Duke F. How now, daughter, and cousin ? Cel. I would I were invisible, to catch the are you crept hither to see the wrestling? strong fellow by the leg. Ros. Ay, my liege! so please you give us

[CHARLES and ORLANDO wrestle. -leave.

Ros. O excellent young man! Duke F. You will take little delight in it, - Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I I can tell you, there is such odds in the men: can tell who should down. In pity of the challenger's youth, I would fain

(CHARLES is thrown.' Shout. dissuade him, but he will not be entreated : Duke F. No more, no more. Speak to him, ladies; see if you can move Orl. Yes, I beseech your grace; I am not him.

yet well breathed. Cel. Call him bither, good Monsieur Le Duke F. How dost thou, Charles ? Beau.

Le Beau. He cannot speak, iny lord. Duke F. Do so; I'll not be by.

Duke F. Bear him away. (CHARLES is [Duke goes apart. borne out.) What is thy name, young man? Le Beau. Monsieur the challenger, the Orl. Orlando, my liege; the youngest son princesses call for you.

of sir Rowland de Bois. Orl. I attend them, with all respect and Duke F. I would, thou hadst been son to duty,

some man else. Ros. Young man, have you Challengeri The world testeem'd thy father honograble, Charles the wrestler ?

1.117 But I did ind him still mine eueiny :


Thou shouldst have better pleased me with Le Beau. Neither his daughter, if we this deed,

judge by manners; Hadst thou descended from another house. But yet, indeed, the shorter is his daughter : But fare thee well; thou art a gallant youth; The other is daughter to the banish'd duke, I would, thou hadst told me of another father. And here detain'd by her usurping uncle, (Exeunt Duke Fred. Train, and LE BEAU. To keep his daughter company; whose loves

Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do Are dearer than the natural bond of sisters. this?

But I can tell you, that of late this duke Orl. I am more proud to be sir Rowland's Hath ta'en displeasure 'gainst his gentle niece; son,

Grounded upon no other argument, His youngest son ;-and would not change But that the people praise her for her virtues, that calling*,

And pity her for her good father's sake; To be adopted heir to Frederick.

And, on my life, his malice 'gainst the lady Ros. My father loved sir Rowland as his Will suddenly break forth.-Sir, fare you soul,

well; And all the world was of my father's mind. Hereafter, in a better world than this, Had I before known this young man his son, I shall desire more love and knowledge of I should have given him tears unto entreaties, you. Ere he should thus have ventured.

Orl. I rest much bounden to you : fare you Cel. Gentle cousin,


[Exit LE BEAU. Let us go thank him, and encourage him : Thus must I from the smoke into the smother; My father's rough and envious disposition From tyrant duke, unto a tyrant brother :Sticks me at heart.--Sir, you have well de-But, heavenly Rosalind!

[Erit. served :

SCENE III. A Room in the Palace.
If you do keep your promises in love,
But justiy, as you have exceeded promise,

Your mistress shall be happy.

Cel. Why,cousin; why, Rosalind;-Cupid

have mercy !-Not a word?
(Giving him a chain from her neck. Ros. Not one to throw at a dog.
Wear this for me; or out of suits with for- Cel. No, thy words are too precious to be

[lacks means.-cast away upon curs, throw some of them at That could give more, but that her hand me; come, lame me with reasons. Shail we go, coz?

Ros. Then there were two cousins laid up; Cel. Ay:-Fare you well, fair gen. when the one should be lamed with reasons, tleman.

(ter parts and the other mad without any. Orl. Can I not say, I thank you? My bet- Cel. But is all this for your father? Are all thrown down; and that which here Ros. No, some of it for my child's father: stands up

0, how full of briers is this working-day Is but a quintain i, a mere lifeless block. world! Ros. He calls us back: My pride fell with Cel. They are but burs, cousin, thrown my fortunes :

[sir? - upon thee in holiday foolery; it we walk not I'll ask him what he would :--Did you call, in the trodden paths, our very petticoats will Sir, you

have wrestled well, and overthrown catch them. More than your enemies.

Ros. I could shake them off my coat; Cel.

Will you go, coz? these burs are in my heart. Ros. Have with you :-Fare you well.

Cel. Hem them away: (Exeunt ROSALIND and Celia. Ros. I' would try; if I could cry hem, and Orl. What passion bangs these weights have him. upon my tongue?

[ence. Cel. Come, come, wrestle with thy affec.
I cannot speak to her, yet she urged confer- tions.
Re-enter LE BEAU.

Ros. O, they take the part of a better
O poor Orlando! thou art overtbrown; wrestler than myself.
Or Charles, or something weaker, masters Cel. O, a good wish upon you! yon will

[counsel you try in time, in despite of a fall. But, turning
Le Beau. Good sir, I do in friendship these jests out of service, let us talk in good
To leave tbis place: Albeit you have deserva earnest: Is it possible, on such a sudden, you
High commendation, true applause, and love; should fall into so strong a liking with old sir
Yet such is now the duke's conditions, Rowland's youngest son?
That he misconstrues all that you have done. Ros. The duke my father loved his father
The duke is humorous; what he is, indeed, dearly.
More suits you to conceive, than me to speak Cel. Doth it therefore ensue, that you

(me this; should love his son dearly? By this kind of Orl. I thank you, sir: and, pray you, teli chase, I should hate him, for my father hated Which of the two was daughter of the duke his father dearly 1, yet I hate not Orlando. That here was at the wrestling?

Ros. No 'faith, hate him not, for my sake. * Appellation. + Turned oat of her service. 1 The object to dart at in martial

exercises. Temper, disposition. 1 Inveterately.

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Cel. Why should I not? doth he not de- Cel. Pronounce that sentence then on me, serve well?

I cannot live out of her company. (my liege ; Ros. Let me love him for that; and do Duke F. You are a fool :-You, niece, proyou love him, because I do :-Look, here vide yourself; comes the doke.

If you out-stay the time, upon mine honour, Cel. With his eyes full of anger.

And in the greatness of my word, you die. Enter Duke FREDERICK, with Lords.

(Exeunt Duke Fred. and Lords. Duke F Mistress, despatch you with your Cel. O my poor Rosalind! whither wilt thou safest haste,

(mine. And get you from our court.

Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee Ros.

Me, uncle?

I charge thee, be not thou more griev'd than
Duke F.
You, cousin; Ros. I have more cause.

[I am. Within these ten days if that thon be'st found Cel.

Thou hast not, cousin; So near our public court as twenty miles, Prythee, be cheerful : know'st thou not, the Thou diest for it.

Hath banish'd me his daughter? (duke Ros. I do beseech your grace,


That he hath not. Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with Cel. No? hath not? Rosalind lacks then me :

the love If with myself I hold intelligence,

Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one: Or bave acquaintance with mine own desires ; Shall we be sunder'd? shall we part, sweet If that I do not dream, or be not frantic, No; let my father seek another beir. [girl? (As I do trust I am not,) then, dear uncle, Therefore devise with me, how we may fly, Never, so much as in a thought unborn, Whither to go, and what to bear with us : Did I offend your highness.

And do not seek to take your change upon you, Duke F.

Thus do all traitors; To bear your griefs yourself, and leave me out; If their purgation did consist in words. For, by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale, They are as innocent as grace itself :

Say what thon canst, I'll go along with thee. Let it suffice thee, that I trust thee not.

Ros. Why, whither shall we go?
Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a Cel.

To seek my uncle. traitor:

Ros. Alas, what danger will it be to us, Tell me, whereon the likelihood depends. Maids as we are, to travel forth so far? Duke F. Thou art thy father's daughter, Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.

there's enough. [his dukedom; Cel. I'll put myself in poor and mean attire, Ros. So was I, when your highness took And with a kind of umber + smirch iny face; So was I, when your highness banish'd him: The like do you; so shall we pass along, Treason is not inherited, my lord ;

And never stir assailants. Or, if we did derive it froin our friends, Ros.

Were it not better, What's that to me? my father was no traitor: Because that I am more than common tall, Then, good my liege, mistake me not so much, That I did suit me all points like a man? To think iny poverty is treacherous.

A gallant curtle-axe I upon my thigh, Cel. Dear sovereign, hear me speak. A boar-spear in my hand; and (in my heart Duke F. Ay, Celia; we stay'd her for your Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will,) sake,

We'll have a swashing ý and a martial outside; Else had she with her father rang'd along. As many other inannish cowards have,

Cel. I did not then entreat to have her stay, That do outface it with their semblances. It was your pleasure, and your own remorse *; Cel. What shall I call thee, when thou art I was too young that time to value her,

a mau?

[own page, But now I know her: if she be a traitor, Ros. I'll have no worse a name than Jove's Why so am I; we still have slept together, And therefore look you call me, Ganyinede. Rose at an instant, learn’d, play'd, eat toye. But what will you be call’d? ther;

Cel. Something that hath a reference to my And wberesoe'er we went, like Juno's swans, No longer Celia, but Aliena.

[state; Still we went coupled, and inseparable. Ros. But, cousin, what if we assay'd to steal Duke F. She is too subtle for thee; and The clownish fool out of your father's court? her smoothness,

Would he not be a comfort to our travel ? Her very silence, and her patience,

Cel. He'll go along o'er the wide world with Speak to the people, and they pity her. Leave me alone to woo him: Let's away, [me; Thou art a fool: she robs thee of thy name; And get onr jewels and our wealth together; And thou wilt show more bright, and seem Devise the fittest time, and safest way more virtuous,

To hide us from pursuit that will be made When she is gone: then open not thy lips; After my flight: Now go we in content, Firm and irrevocable is my doom

To liberty, and not to banishment. Which I have pass'd upon her; she is banish'd.

(Exeunt. • Compassion. + A dusky, yellow-coloured earth. 1 Cutlass. Swaggering

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ACT II. . SCENE I. The Forest of Arden. And never stays to greet nim; Ay, quoth Jaques, Enter Duge senior, Amiens, & other Lords, "Tis just the fashion: Wherefore do you look

Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens ; in the dress of Foresters.

Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there? Duke S. Now, my co-mates, and brothers Thus most invectively he pierceth throagh in exile,

The body of the country, city, court, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Yea, and of this our life: swearing, that we Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods Are mere usurpers, tyrants, and what's worse, More free from peril than the envious court? To fright the animals, and to kill them np, Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, In their assign'd and native dwelling-place. The seasons' difference; as, the icy fang, Duke S. And did you leave bim in this conAnd churlish chiding of the winter's wind;

templation ?

(menting Which when it bites and blows upon my body, 2 Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and comEven till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, Upon the sobbing deer. This is no flattery: these are counsellors Duke S.

Show me the place; That feelingly persuade me what I am. I love to copet him in these sullen fits, Sweet are the uses of adversity;

For then he's full of matter.
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, 2 Lord. I'll bring you to him straight.
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;

(Exeunt. And this our life, exempt from public haunt,

SCENE II. A Room in the Palace. Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,

Enter Duke FREDERICK, Lords,& Attendants. Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. Ami. I would not change it: Happy is

Duke F. Can it be possible, that no man

saw them? your grace, That can translate the stubbornness of fortune It cannot be: some villains of my court

Are of consent and sufferance in this. Into so quiet and so sweet a style. (son?


1 Lord, I cannot hear of any that did see Duke S. Come, shall we go and kill us veniAnd yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools -- Saw her a-bed; and, in the morning early,

The ladies, her attendants of her chamber, Being native burghers of this desert city, Shoald, in their own confines, with forked They found the bed untreasur'd of their mistress. Have their round haunches gor'd. [heads*

2 Lord. My lord, the roynish I clown, at

whom so oft 1 Lord.

Indeed, my lord, The melancholy Jaques grieves at that;

Your grace was wont to laugh, is also missing. And, in that kind, swears you do more usurp

Hesperia, the princess' gentlewoman,
Than doth your brother that hath banish'd you. Your daughter and her cousin much commend

Confesses, that she secretly o'er-heard
To-day, my lord of Amiens, and myself,
Did steal behind him, as he lay along

The parts and graces of the wrestler
Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out

That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles; Upon the brook that brawls along this wood: And she believes, wherever they are gone, To the which place a poor sequester'd stag,

That youth is surely in their company. That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt,

Duke F. Send to his brother; fetch that

gallant hither; Did come to languish; and, indeed, my lord, The wretched animal heay'd forth such groans, I'll make him find him: do this suddenly;

If he be absent, bring his brother to me,
That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat

And let not search and inquisition quails
Almost to bursting; and the big round tears
Coursed one another down his innocent nose

To bring again these foolish runaways.

(Exeunt. In piteons chase: and thus the bairy fool, Much marked of the melancholy Jaques, SCENE III. Before Oliver's House. Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook,

Enter ORLANDO and ADAN, meeting. Aagmenting it with tears. Duke S.

But what said Jaques ? Orl. Who's there? (gentle master, Did he not moralize this spectacle?

Adam. What! my young master?-0, my. i Lord. O, yes, into a thousand similes. 0, my sweet master, O yon memory ! First, for his weeping in the needless stream; Of old sir Rowland! why, what make you Poor deer, quoth he,thou makest a testament here?

[you? As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more Why are you virtuous ? Why do people love To that which had too much: Then, being alone, And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends;

valiant? 'Tis right, quoth he; this misery doth part Why would you be so fond I to overcome The flux of company: Anon, a careless herd, The bony prizer of the humorous duke? (you. Full of the pasture, jumps along by him, Your praise is come too swiftly home before • Barbed arrows. + Encounter. Scurvy. Sink into dejection.

Memorial. Inconsiderate.

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Know you not, master, to some kind of men To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty.--
Their graces serve them but as enemies? From seventeen years till now almost fourscore
No more do yours; your virtues, gentle mas- Here lived I, but now live here no more.
Are sanctified and holy traitors to you. {ter, At seventeen years many their fortunes seek;
0, what a world is this, when what is comely But at fourscore, it is too late a week:
Envenoms him that bears it?

Yet fortune cannot recompense me better,
Orl. Why, what's the matter?

Than to die well, and not my master's debtor.
O unhappy youth,

(Ereunt. Come not within these doors; within this roof

SCENE IV. The Forest of Arden. The enemy of all your graces lives : Your brother-(10, no brother; yet the son

Enter ROSALIND in boy's clothes, Celia Yet not the son ;-1 will not call him son~ drest like a Shepherdess, £ TOUCHSTONE. Of him I was about to call bis father,)

Ros. O Jupiter ! how weary are my spirits ! Hath heard your praises; and this night he Touch. I care not for my spirits, if my means

legs were not weary. To burn the lodging where you use to lie, Ros. I could find in my heart to disgrace And you within it: if he fail of that,

my man's apparel, and to cry like a woman : He will have other means to cut you off: but I must comfort the weaker vessel, as I overheard him, and his practices.

doublet and hose ought to show itself coniThis is no place, this house is but a butchery; rageous to petticoat : therefore, courage, good Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it.

Aliena. Orl. Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou Cel. I pray you, bear with me; I cannot have me go?

[not here. go no further. Adam. No matter whither, so you come Touch. For my part, I had rather bear Orl. What, wouldst thou have me go and with you, than bear you : yet I should bear beg my food?

no cross t, if I did bear you; for, I think, Or, with a base and boisterous sword, enforce yon have no money in your purse. A thievish living on the common road?

Ros. Well, this is the forest of Arden. This I must do, or know not what to do: Touch. Ay, now am I in Arden: the more Yet this I will not do, do how I can; fool I; when I was at home, I was in a belter I rather will subject me to the malice place; bat travellers must be content. Of a diverted blood t, and bloody brother. Ros. Ay, be so, good Touchstone :-Look Adam. But do not so: I have five hundred you, who comes here; a young man, and an crowns,

od, in solemn talk. The thrifty hire I sav'd under your father,

Enter Corin and SILVIUS. Which I did store, to be my foster-nurse, Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you When service should in my old limbs lie lame, still.

(love her! And unregarded age in corners thrown;

Sil. O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do Take that: and He that doth the ravens feed, Cor. I partly guess; for I have loved ere now. Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Sil. No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess; Be comfort to my age! Here is the gold; Though in thy youth Thou wast as true a lover All this I give you: Let me be your servant; As ever sigh’d upon a midnight pillow: Thoagh I look old,

yet I am strong and lasty: But if thy love were ever like to mine, For in my youth I never did apply

(As sure I think did never man love so,) Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; How many actions most ridiculous Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy ? The means of weakness and debility;

Cor. Into a thousand tbat I have forgotten. Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,

Sil. O, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily: Frosty, but kindly : let me go with you ; If thou rememb'rest not the slightest folly I'll do the service of a younger man

That ever love did make thee run into, In all your business and necessities. (pears Thou hast not loved :

Orl. O good old man; how well in thee ap- Or if thou hast not sat as I do now, The constant service of the antique world, Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress' praise, When service swea: for duty, not for meed ! Thou hast not loved : Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Or if thou hast not broke from company, Where none will sweat, but for promotion; Abruptly, as my passion now makes me, And having that, do choke their service up Thou hast not loved: 0 Phebe, Phebe, Pbebe! Even with the having: it is not so with thee.

(Erit SILVIUS. But, poor old man, thou prunest a rotten tree, Ros. Alas, poor shepherd! searching of That cannot so much as a blossom yield,

thy wound, In lien of all thy pains and husbandry: I have by hard adventure found mine own. But come thy ways, we'll go along together; Touch. And I mine : I remember, when I And ere we have thy youthful wages spent, was in love, I broke my sword upon a stone, We'll light upon some settled low content. and bid him take that for coming a-night to

Adam. Master, go on; and I will follow thee, Jane Smile : and I remember the kissing of • Mansion, residence. Blood turned from its natural course. » I A piece of money stamped with a cross. Ś In the night, i

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