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Jaq. Why, 'tis good to be sad and say Cel. It pleases him to call you so; but he nothing,
hath a Rosalind of a better leer than you. Ros. Why then, 'tis good to be a post. Ros. Come, woo me, woo me ; for now !
Jaq. I have neither the scholar's melan-am in a holiday humour, and like enough to choly, which is emulation ; nor the musician's, consent : What would you say to me now, an which is fantastical; nor the courtier's, which I were your very Rosalind ? is proud ; nor the soldier's, which is ambi- Orl. I would kiss, before I spoke. tious ; nor the lawyer's, which is politic; Rus. Nay, you were better speak first ; and nor the lady's, which is nice*; nor the lover's, when you were gravelled for lack of matter, which is all these: but it is á melancholy of you might take occasion to kiss. Very good mine own, compounded of many simples, orators, when they are out, they will spit; extracted froin many objects: and, indeed, and for lovers, lacking (God warn us !) matter, the sundry contemplation of my travels, in the cleanliest shift is to kiss. which my often rumination wraps me, is a
Orl. How if the kiss be denied ? most humorous saduess.
Ros. Then she puts you to entreaty, and Ros. A traveller! By my faith, you have there begins new matter. great reason to be sad : I fear, you have sold Orl. Who could be out, being before bis your own lands, to see other men's; then, to beloved mistress ? have seen much, and to have nothing, is to Ros. Marry, that should you, if I were your have rich eyes and poor hands.
mistress; or I should think iny honesty ranker Jaq. Yes, I have gained my experience. than my wit. Enter ORLANDO.
Orl. What, of my suit? Ros. And your experience makes you sad: Ros. Not out of your apparel, and yet ont I had rather have a fool to make me merry, of your suit. Am not I your Rosalind? than experience to make me sad; and to
Örl. I take some joy to say you are,
betravel for it too.
cause I would be talking of her. Ori.Good-day, and happiness, dear Rosalind! Ros. Well, in her person, I say I will not
Jaq. Nay then, God be wi' you, an you have you. taik in blank verse. [Evit. Orl. Then, in mine own person,
I die. Ros. Farewell, monsieur traveller: Look, Ros. No, faith, die by attorney. The poor you lisp, and wear strange suits ; disable t all world is almost six thousand years old, and in the benefits of your own country ; be out of all this time there was not any man died in love with your nativity, and almost chide his own person, videlicet, in a love-cause. God for making you that countenance you Troilus had his brains dashed out with a Greare; or I will scarce think you have swam cian club; yet he did what he could to die in a gondola.-Why, how now, Orlando! before; and he is one of the patterns of love. where have you been all this while? You a Leander, he would have lived many, a fair lover ?-An you serve me such another trick, year, though Hero had turned nun, if it had never come in my sight more,
not been for a hot midsummer night : for, good Orl. My fair Rosalind, I come within an youth, he went but forth to wash him in the hour of my promise.
Hellespont, and, being taken with the cramp, Ros. Break an hour's promise in love? He was drowned ; and the foolish chroniclers of that will divide a minute into a thousand that age found it was-Hero of Sestos.
But parts, and break bút a part of the thousandth these are all lies; men have died from time part of a minute in the affairs of love, it inay to time, and worms have eaten them, but not be said of him, that Cupid hath clapp'd him for love. o the shoulder, but I warrant him heart
Orl. I would not have my right Rosalind of whole.
this mind; for, I protest,her frown might kill me. Url. Pardon me, dear Rosalind.
Ros. By this hand, it will not kill a lly: kos. Nay, an you be so tardy, come no But come, now I will be your Rosalind in a more in my sight: I had as lief be woo'd of more coming-on disposition; and ask me what a snail.
you will, I will grant it. Orl. Of a snail?
Orl. Then love me, Rosalind. Ros. Ay, of a spail ; for though he comes Ros. Yes, faith will I, Fridays, and Satur slowly, he carries his house on his head; a days, and all. better jointure, I think, than you can make a Orl. And wilt thou have me? woman: Besides, he brings his destiny with Ros. Ay, and twenty such. him.
Orl. What say'st thou ? Orl. What's that?
Ros. Are you not good ? Ros. Why, horns ; which such as you are Orl, I hope so. fain to be beholden to your wives for : but he Ros. Why then, can one desire too much comes armed in his fortune, and prevents the of a good thing ?-Come, sieter, you shall be slander of his wife.
the priest, and marry us.--Give me your hand, Orl. Virtue is no horn-maker; and my Ro Orlando-What do you say, sister ? salind is virtuous.
Orl. Pray thee, marry us.
Cel. I cannot say the words.
Ros. You must begin,-Will you,Orlando,- Ros. By my troth, and in good earnest, and
-Will you, Orlando, have to so God mend me, and by all pretty oaths that wife this Rosalind ?
are not dangerous, if you break one jot of Orl. I will
your promise, or come one minute behind Ros. Ay, but when?
your hour, I will think you the most pathetiOrl. Why now; as fast as she can marry us. cal break-promise, and the most hollow lover, Ros. Then you must say,- I take thee, and the niost unworthy of her you call RosaRosalind, for wife.
lind, that may be chosen out of the gross band Orl. I take thee, Rosalind, for wife. of the unfaithful: therefore beware my cen
Ros. I might ask you for your commission; sure, and keep your promise. but, I do take thee, Orlando, for my hus. Orl. With no_less religion, than if thou band : There a girl goes before the priest; wert indeed my Rosalind : So, adieu. and, certainly, a woman's thought runs before Ros. Well, time is the old justice that ex her actions.
amines all such offenders, and let time try : Orl. So do all thoughts ; they are winged. Adieu !
(Exit ORLANDO, Ros. Now tell me, how long you would Cel. You have simply misused our sex in have her, after you have possessed her. your love-prate : we must have your doublet Orl. For ever, and a day.
and hose plucked over your head, and show the Ros. Say a day, without the ever: No, no, world what the bird hath done to her own nest. Orlando ; men are April when they woo, De- Ros. O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, cember when they wed: maids are May when that thou didst know how many fathom deep they are maids, but the sky changes when they I am in love! But it cannot be sounded ; my are wives.
I will be more jealous of thee affection bath an unknown bottom, like the than a Barbary cock-pigeon over his ben; bay of Portugal. more clamorous than a parrot against rain; Cel. Or rather, bottomless; that as fast as more new-fangled than an ape; more giddy you pour affection in, it runs out. in my desires than a monkey : I will weep Ros. No, that same wicked bastard of Ve. for nothing, like Diana in the fountain, and I nus, that was begot of thought t, conceived of will do that when you are disposed to be spleen, and born of madness; that blind rasmerry ; I will laugh like a hyen, and that cally boy, that abuses every one's eyes, because when thồu art inclined to sleep.
his own are out, let hiin be judge, how deep Orl, But will my Rosalind do so?
I am in love :-I'll tell
thee Aliena, I cannot Ros. By my life, she will do as I do. be out of the sight of Orlando :-I'll go find Orl. 0, but she is wise.
a shadow, and sigh till be come. Ros. Or else she could not have the wit to Cel. And I'll sleep.
[Exeunt. do this: the wiser, the waywarder: Make the doors upon a woman's wit, and it will out
SCENE II. Another part of the Forest. at the casement; shut that, and 'twill out at Enter JAQUES and Lords, in the habit of the key-hole; stop that, 'twill fly with the
Foresters. smoke out at the chimney..
Jaq. Which is he that killed the deer ? Orl. A man that had a wife with such a wit, I Lord. Sir, it was I. he might say,-Wit, whither wilt ?
Jaq. Let's present hiin to the duke, like a Ros. Nay, you might keep that check for Roman conqueror; and it would do well to it, till you met your wife's wit going to your set the deer's horns upon his bead, for a branch neighbour's bed
of victory :-Have you no song, forester, for Orl. And what wit could wit have to ex- this purpose ? cuse that?
2 Lord. Yes, sir. Ros. Marry, to say, she came to seek you Jaq. Sing it; 'tis no matter how it be in there. You shall never take her without her tune, so it make noise enough. answer, unless you take her without her
SONG. tongue. 0, that woman that cannot make her 1. What shall he have, that kill'd the deer? fault her husband's occasion, let her never nurse 2. His leather skin, and horns to wear. her child herself, for she will breed it like a fool.
1. Then sing him home : Orl. For these two hours, Rosalind, I will take thou no scorn, to wear the The rest leave thee.
bear this Ros. Alas, dear love, I cannot lack thee It was a crest ere thou wast born ;) burden. two hours.
1. Thy father's father wore it ; Orl. I must attend the duke at dinner; by 2. And thy father bore it : two o'clock I will be with thee again. All. The horn, the horn, the lusty horn,
Ros. Ay, go your ways, go your ways ;-) Is not a thing to laugh to scorn, knew what you would prove; my friends told
(Exeunt. me as much, and I thought no less-that flat
SCENE III. The Forest. tering tongue of yours won me':-.is but one cast away, and s0,- come, death -1 wo o'clock
Enter ROSALIND and CELIA. is your hour?
Ros. How say you now?
Is it not past Orl. Ay, sweet Rosalind.
two o'clock ? and here much Orlando! • Bar the doors.
Cel. I warrant you, with pure love, and Will the faithful offer take troubled brain, he hath ta'en bis bow and ar- Of me, and all that I can make ; rows, and is gone forth-to sleep: Look, who Or else by him my love deny, comes here.
And then I'll study how to die.
Sil. Call you this chiding?
[Giving a letter. pity.-Wilt thou love such a woman? What I know not the contents; but, as I guess, to make thee an instrument, and play false By the stern brow, and waspish action strains upon thee! not to be endured !-Well, Which she did use as she was writing of it, go your way to her, (for I see, love hath made It bears an angry tenour : pardon me, thee a tame snake,) and say this to her ;-That I am but as a guiltless messenger. [letter, if she love me, I charge her to love thee: if
Ros. Patience herself would startle at this she will not, I will never have her, unless thou And play the swaggerer; bear this, bear all : entreat for her. If you be a true lover, hence, She says, I am not fair; that I lack manners; and not a word ; for here comes more com. She calls me prond ; and, that she could not pany.
[Erit SilviuS. love me
Enter OLIVER. Were man as rare as phoenix; Odl's my will! Oli. Good-morrow, fair ones: Pray you, if Her love is not the bare that I do hunt : Why writes she so to me?-Well, shepherd, Where, in the parlieus § of this forest, stands This is a letter of your own device. (well, A sheep-coie, fenced about with olive trees?
Sil. No, I protest, I know not the contents; Cel. West of this place, down in the neigbPlebe did write it.
bour bottom, Ros. Come, come, you are a fool, The rank of osiers, by the murmuring stream, And turn'd into the extremity of love. Left on your right hand, brings you to the I saw her hand : she has a leathern hand,
place; A freestone-colour'd hand; I verily did think But at this hour the house doth keep itself, That her old gloves were on, but 'twas her There's none within. hands ;
Oli. If that an eye may profit by a tongue, She has a huswife's hand: but that's no matter : Then I should know you by description; I
she never did invent this letter : Such garments, and such years: The boy is fair, This is a man's invention, and his hand. Of female favour, and bestows himself Sil. Sure, it is hers.
Like a ripe sister : but the woman low, Ros. Why, 'tis a boisterous and cruel style, And browner than her brother. Are not you A style for challevgers ; why, she defies me, The owner of the house I did inquire for? Like Turk to Christian : woman's gentle brain Cel. It is no boast, being ask'd, to say, we Could not drop forth such giant-rude invention,
(both; Such Ethiop words, blacker in their effect Oli. Orlando doth commend him to you Than in their countenance :-Will you hear And to that youth, he calls his Rosalind, the letter?
He sends this bloody napkin || ; Are you he? Sil. So please you, for I never heard it yet; Ros. I am: What must we understand by Yet heard too much of Phebe's cruelty.
(me Ros. She Phebes me: Mark how the ty- Oli. Some of my shame; if you will know of rant writes. »
[Reads. What man I am, and how, and why, and where Art thou god to shepherd turn'd, This handkerchief was stain'd. That a maiden's heart hath burn'd?- Cel.
I pray you, tell it. Can a woman rail thus ? !
Oli. When last the young Orlando parted Sil. Call you this railing?
He left a promise to return again (from you, Ros. Why, thy godhead laid apart, Within an hour; and, pacing through the forest,
Warr'st thou with a woman's heart? Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy, Did your ever hear such railing ?
Lo, what befel! he threw his eye aside, Whiles the eye of mun did woo me, And, mark, what object did present itself!
That could do no vengeance* to me.- Under an oak, whose boughs were moss'd with Meaning ine a beast.
And high top bald with dry antiquity, , [age, If the scorn of your bright eynet A wretched ragged man, o'ergrown with hair, Have power to raise such love in mine, Lay sleeping on his back: about his neck Alack, in me what strange effect A green and gilded snake had wreath'd itself, Would they work in mild aspéct ? Who, with her head, nimble in threats, apWhiles you chid me, I did love ;
proach'd How then might your prayers move? The opening of his mouth; but suddenly He, that brings this love to thee, Seeing Orlando, it unlink'd itself, Little knows this love in me :
And with indented glieles did slip away And by him seal up thy mind :
Into a bash : ler which bush's shade Whether that thy youth and kind i A lioness, with udders all drawn dry, # Mischief. † Eyes.
Environs of a forest. || Handkerchief.
Lay couching, head on ground, with cat-like And cried, in fainting, upon Rosalind. watch,
Brief, I recover'd him; bound up bis wound; When that the sleeping man should stir; for And, after some small space,' being strong at The royal disposition of that beast, ['tis He sent me hither, stranger as I am, [heart, To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead : To tell this story, that you might excuse This seen, Orlando did approach the man, His broken promise, and to give this napkin, And found it was his brother, his elder brother. Dyed in this blood; untu the shepherd youth Cel. O, I have heard him speak of that That he in sport doth call his Rosalind. same brother.
Cel. Why, how now, Ganymede? sweet And he did render * him the most unnatural Ganymede? (Rosalind faints. That lived 'mongst men.
Oli. Many will swoon when they do look Oli. Aud well he might so do, on blood.
[mede! For well I know he was upnatural.
Cel. There is more in it:-Cousin-Gany. Ros. But, to Orlando ;-Did he leave him Oli. Look, he recovers. Food to the suck'd and hungry lioness? (there,
I would, I were at home. Oli. Twice did he turn his back,and purposed Cel. We'll lead you thither:But kindness, nobler ever than revenge, (so : I pray you, will you take him by the arm? And nature, stronger than bis just occasion, Oll. Be of good cheer, youth:-You aman? Made him give battle to the lioness, [ling + You lack a man's heart. Who quickly fell before him ; in which burt- Ros. I do so, I confess it. Ah, sir, a body From miserable slumber I awaked.
would think this was well counterfeited : I Cel. Are you his brother?
pray you, tell your brother how well I counRos.
Was it you he rescued?terfeited.-Heigh holCel. Was't you that did so oft contrive to Oli. This was not counterfeit; there is toe kill him?
great testimony in your complexion, that it Oli. 'Twas I ; but 'tis not I: I do not shane was a passion of earnest. To tell you what I was, since my conversion Ros. Counterfeit, I assure you. So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am.
Oli. Well then, take a good heart, and counRos. But, for the bloody napkin ?
terfeit to be a man. Oli.
By, and by. Ros. So I do: but, i'faith I should have When from the first to last, betwixt us two, been a woman by right. Tears our recountnients had most kindly bathed, Cel. Come, you look paler and paler; As, how I came into that desert place; pray you, draw homewards :--Good sir, go In brief, he led me to the gentle duke, Who gave me fresh array, and entertainment, Oli. That will I, for I must bear answer Committing me unto my brother's love; back: How you excuse my brother, Rosalind. Who led me instantly unto his cave,
Ros. I shall devise something : But, I pray There stripp'd himself, and here upon his arm you, commend my counterfeiting to him :-The lioness had torn some flesh away, (fainted, Will you go? Which all this while bad bled; and now he
Touch. Good even, gentle friend: Cover Enter TOUCHSTONB and AUDREY.
thy head, cover thy head; nay, pr’ythee, be
covered. How old are you, friend. Touch. We shall find a time, Audrey ; pa.
Will. Five and twenty, sir, tience, gentle Audrey.
Touch. A ripe age: Is thy name, William? Aud. 'Faith, the priest was good enough,
Will. William, sir. for all the old gentleman's saying.
Touch. A fair name: Wast born i' the Touch. A most wicked sir Oliver, Audrey, forest here? & most vile Mar-text. But, Audrey, there is Will. Ay, sir, I thank God. a youth here in the forest lays claim to you. Touch. Thank God ;-a good answer: Art
Aud. Ay, I know who 'tis, he hath no inte. rich? rest in me in the world: here comes the man Will. 'Faith, sir, so, so. you mean.
Touch. So, so, is good, very good, very exEnter WILLIAM.
cellent good :-and yet it is not; it is but so Touch. It is meat and drink to me to see a so. Art thou wise ? clawn: By my troth, we that have good wits, Will. Ay, sir, I have a pretty wit. have much to answer for: we shall be flout- Touch. Why, thou say'st well. I do now ing; we cannot hold.
remember a saying ; The fool doth think he Will. Good even, Audrey.
is wise, but the wise man knows himself to Aud. God ye good even, William. be a fool. The heathen philosopher, when he Will. And good even to you, sir.
had a desire to eat a grape, would open his • Describe. + Scuffie.
lips when he put it into his mouth; meaning Orl, Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a thereby, that grapes were made to eat, and lady. Tips to open. You do love this maid ?
Řos. Did your brother tell you how I Will. I do, sir.
counterfeited to swoon, when he showed me Touch. Give me your hand: Art thou your handkerchief? learned?
Orl. Ay, and greater wonders than that. Will. No, sir.
Ros, 0, I know where you are:-Nay, 'tis Touch. Then learn this of me; To have, is true: there was never any thing so sudden, to have: For it is a figure in rhetoric, that but the fight of two rams, and Cæsar's thradrink, being poured out of a cup into a glass, sonical brag of–1 came, saw, and overcame: by filling the one doth empty the other: For For your brother and my sister no sooner inet, all your writers do consent, that ipse is he; but they looked; no sooner looked, but they now you are not ipse, for I am he.
loved ; no sooner loved, but they sighed; no Will. Which he, sir?
sooner sighed, but they asked one another the Touch. He, sir, that must marry this wo- reason; no sooner knew the reason, but they man: Therefore, you clown, abandon,--which sought the remedy: and in these degrees have is in the vulgar, leave,-the society, which in they made a pair of stairs to marriage, which the boorishis, company,-of this female, they will climb incontinent, or else be inconwhich in the common is, woman, which toge. tinent before marriage: they are in the very ther is, abandon the society of this female; or, wrath of love, and they will together; clubs clown, thoa perishest; or, to thy better under-cannot part them. standing, diest ; to wit, I kill thee, make thee Orl. They shall be married to-morrow: and awiy, translate thy life into death, thy liberty I will bid the duke to the nuptial. But, 0, into bondage: I will deal in poison with thee, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness or in bastinado, or in steel; I will bandy with through another man's eyes! By so much the thee in faction; I will o'er run thee with more shall I to-morrow be at the height of heartpolicy; I will kill thee a huudred and fifty heaviness, by how much I shall think my broways; therefore tremble, and depart, ther happy, in having what he wishes for. Aud. Do, good William.
Ros. Why then, to-morrow I cannot serve Will. God rest you merry, sir. [Exit. your turn for Rosalind? Enter Corin.
Orl. I can live no longer by thinking. Cor. Our master and mistress seek you ; Ros. I will weary you no longer then with come, away, away.
idle talking. Know of me, then, (for now I Touch. Trip, Audrey, trip, Audrey ;-I speak to some purpose,) that I know you are . attend, I attend.
[Exeunt. a gentleman of good conceit: I speak not this, SCENE II. The same.
that you should bear a good opinion of my
knowledge, insomuch, I say, I know you are; Enter OPLANDO and OLIVER..
neither do I labour for a greater esteem than Orl. Is't possible, that on so little acquaint- may in some little measure draw a belief from ance you should like her? that, but seeing, you, to do yourself good, and not to grace me. you should love her? and, loving, woo? and, Believe, then, if you please, that I can do wooing, she should grant? and will you per- strange things: I have, since I was three séver to enjoy her?
years old, conversed with a magician, most Oli. Neither call the giddiness of it in ques- profound in this art, and yet not damnable. tion, the poverty of her, the small acquaint. If you do love Rosalind so near the heart as ance, my sudden wooing, nor her sndden con- your gesture cries it out, when your brother senting; but say with me, I love Aliena; say marries Aliena, shall you marry her: I know with her, that she loves me; consent with into what straits of fortune she is driven ; and both, that we may enjoy each other: it shall it is not impossible to me, if it appear not be to your good ; for my father's house, and inconvenient to you, to set her before your all the revenue that was old sir Rowlands, eyes to-morrow, human as she is, and without will I estate upon you, and here live and die any danger. a shepherd
Orl. Speakest thou in sober meanings?
Ros. By my life, I do ; which I tender Orl. You have my consent. Let your wed- dearly, though I say I am a magician: There ding be to-morrow: thither will I invite the fore, put you in your best array, bid your duke, and all his contented followers: Go friends: for if you will be married to-morrow, you, and prepare Aliena; for, look you, here you shall; and to Rosalind if you will. comes my Rosalind.
Enter Silvius and Pheee. Ros. God save you, brother.
Look, here comes a lover of mine, and a lover Oli. And you, fair sister.
of hers. Ros. 0, my dear Orlando, how it grieves Phe. Youth, you have done me much an me to see thee wear thy heart in a scarf.
gentleness, Orl. It is my arm.
To show the letter that I writ to yon. Ros. I thought, thy heart had been wounded Ros. I care not, if I have: it is my study, with the claws of a lion.
To seem despiteful and ungentle to you: • Invite.