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Ros. I would, we could do so; for her benefits || Ros. As wit and fortune will. are mightily misplaced : and the bountiful blind Touch. Or as the destinies decree. woman doch most mistake in her gifts to women. Cel
. Well said ; that was laid on with a trowel Cel. 'Tis true : for those, that she makes fair, she Touch. Nay, if I keep not my rank, scarce makes honest; and those, that she makes Ros. Thou losest thy old smell. honest, she makes very ill-favour'dly:
Le Beau. You amaze me, ladies : I would have Ros. Nay, now thou goest from fortune's office told you of good wrestling, which you have lost the to nature's: fortune reigns in gifts of the world,|| sight of. not in the lineaments of nature.
Ros. Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling. Enter Touchstone.
Le Beau. I will tell you the beginning, and, if it
please your ladyships, you may see the end; for the Cel. No? When nature hath made a fair crea-|| best is yet to do; and here, where you are, they ture, may she not by fortune fall into the fire ?- are coming to perform it. Though 'nature hath given us wit to flout at fortune,
Cel. Well, -the beginning, that is dead and bath not fortune sent in this fool to cut off the ar- buried. gument?
Le Beau. There comes an old man, and his Ros. Indeed, there is fortune too hard for na- three sons, ture; when fortune makes nature's natural the cut Cel
. I could match this beginning with an old tale. ter off of nature's wit.
Le Bear. Three proper young men, of excelCel. Peradventure, this is not fortune's work || lent growth and presence ; neither, but nature's; who perceiving our natural Ros. With bills on their necks, Be it known wits too dull to reason of such goddesses, hath sent unto all men by these presents. this natural for our whetstone: for always the dull Le Beau. The eldest of the three wrestled with ness of the fool is the whetstone of his wits-How Charles, the duke's wrestler; which Charles in a now, wit? whither wander you?
moment threw him, and broke three of his ribs, Touch. Mistress, you must come away to your that there is little hope of life in him : so he served father.
the second, and so the third : Yonder they lie; the Cel. Were you made the messenger?
poor old man, their father, making such pitiful Touch. No, by mine honour; but I was bid to dole over them, that all the beholders take his part come for you.
with weeping: Ros. Where learned you that oath, fool?
Ros. Alas! Touch. Of a certain knight, that swore by his Touch. But what is the sport, monsieur, that honour they were good pancakes, and swore by his the ladies have lost? honour the mustard was naught: now, I'll stand to Le Beau. Why, this that I speak of. it, the pancakes were naught, and the mustard was Touch. Thus men may grow wiser every day! good ; and yet was not the knight forsworn. it is the first time that ever I heard, breaking of Cel
. How prove you that, in the great heap of ribs was sport for ladies. your knowledge ?
Cel. Or I, I promise thee. Ros. Ay, marry; now unmuzzle your wisdom. Ros. But is there any else longs to see this broken
Touch. Stand you both forth now : stroke your music in his sides ? is there yet another dotes upon chins, and swear by your beards that I am a knave. rib-breaking?-Shall we see this wrestling, cousin ?
Cel. By our beards, if we had them, thou art. Le Beau. You must, if you stay here ; for here
Touch. By my knavery, if I had it, then I were : is the place appointed for the wrestling, and they but if you swear by that that is not, you are not are ready to perform it. forsworn : no more was this knight, swearing by bis Cel. Yonder, sure, they are coming : Let us now honour, for he never had any; or if he had, he had stay and see it. sworn it away, before ever he saw those pancakes Flourish. Enter Duke Frederick, Lords, Orlanor that mustard. Cel. Pr'ythee, who is't that thou mean'st?
do, Charles, and attendants. Touch. One that old Frederick, your father, loves. Duke E Come on; since the youth will not be
Cel. My father's love is enough to honour him.--entreated, his own peril on his forwardness. Enough! speak no more of him : you'll be whipp'd Ros. Is yonder the man? for taxation, one of these days.
Le Beau. Even he, madam. Touch. The more pity, that fools may not speak Cel. Alas, he is too young: yet he looks suc wisely, what wise men do foolishly.
cessfully. al. By my troth, thou say'st true : for since the Duke F. How now, daughter, and cousin ? are little wit, that fools have, was silenced, the little you crept hither to see the wrestling? foolery, that wise men have, makes a great show. Ros. Ay, my liege? so please you give us leave. Here comes monsieur Le Beau.
Duke É. You will take little delight in it, I can Enter Le Beau.
tell you, there is such odds in the men : In pity of Ros. With his mouth full of news.
the challenger's youth, I would fain dissuade him, Cel. Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed | but he will not be entreated : Speak to him, ladies! their young.
see if you can move him. Ros. Then shall we be news-cramm'd.
Cel. Call him hither, good monsieur Le Beau. Cel. All the better ; we shall be the more mar
Duke F. Do so; I'll not be by. ketable. Bon jour, monsieur Le Beau : What's
Duke goes apart. the news?
Le Beau. Monsieur the challenger, the prinLe Beau. Fair princess, you have lost much cesses call for you. good sport.
Orl. I attend them, with all respect and duty. Cel.' of what colour?
Ros. Young man, have you challenged Charles Le Beau. What colour, madam? How shall 1 the wrestler? answer you?
Orl. No, fair princess ; he is the general chal
lenger: I come but in, as others do, to try with (1) Satire. (2) Perplex, confuse. him the strength of my youth.
Cel. Young gentleman, your spirits are too bold I should have given him tears unto entreaties, for your years : You have seen cruel proof of this Ere he should thus have ventur'd. man's strength : if you saw yourself with your eyes, Cel.
Gentle cousin, or knew yourself with your judgment, the fear Let us go thank him, and encourage him: of your adventure would counsel you to a more My father's rough and envious disposition equal enterprise. We pray you for your own | Sticks me at heart.-Sir, you have well deserv'd : sake, to enıbrace your own safety, and give over If you do keep your promises in love, this attempt.
But justly, as you have exceeded promise, Ros. Do, young sir; your reputation shall not Your mistress shall be happy. therefore be misprized : we will make it our suit to Ros.
Gentleman, the duke, that the wrestling might not go forward.
[Giving him a chain from her neck. Orl. I beseech you, punish me not with your Wear this for me ; one out of suits with fortune ;? hard thoughts; wherein I confess me much guilty, That could give more, but that her hand lacks to deny so fair and excellent ladies any thing. But let your fair eyes, and gentle wishes, go with me Shall we go, coz? to my trial : wherein if I be foiled, there is but Cel. Ay :-Fare you well, fair gentleman. one shamed that was never gracious; if killed, but Orl. Can I not say, I thank you? My better parts one dead that is willing to be so: I shall do myAre all thrown down; and that which here stands up, friends no wrong, for I have none to lament me; || Is but a quintain, a mere lifeless block. the world no injury, for in it I have nothing; only Ros. He calls us back : My pride fell with my in the world I fill up a place, which may be better fortunes : supplied when I have made it empty.
I'll ask him what he would :-Did you call, sir ?-Ros. The little strength that I have, I would it Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown were with you.
More than your enemies. Cel. And mine, to eke out hers.
Will you go, coz? Ros. Fare you well. Pray heaven, I be de Ros. Have with you :-Fare
you well. ceived in you!
(Exeunt Rosalind and Celia. Cel. Your heart's desires be with you!
Orl. What passion hangs these weights upon Cha. Come, where is this young gallant, that is my tongue ? so desirous to lie with his mother earth? I cannot speak to her, yet she urg'd conference.
Orl. Ready, sir ; but his will hath in it a more modest working.
Re-enter Le Beau. Duke F. You shall try but one fall.
O poor Orlando! thou art overthrown; Cha. No, I warrant your grace; you shall not Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thee. entreat him to a second, that have so mightily per Le Beau. Good sir, I do in friendship counsel you suaded him from a first.
To leave this place : Albeit you have desere'd Orl. You mean to mock me after ; you should High commendation, true applause, and lore; not have mocked me before : but come your ways. Yet such is now the duke's condition,
Ros. Now, Hercules be thy speed, young man ! That he misconstrues all that you have done.
. I would I were invisible, to catch the strong The duke is humorous ; what he is, indeed, fellow by the leg. (Charles and Orlando wrestle. More suits you to conceive, than me to speak of. Ros. O excellent young man!
Orl. I thank you, sir: and, pray you, tell me this; Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can Which of the two was daughter of the duke tell who should down. Charles is thrown. Shout. That here was at the wrestling ? Duke F. No more, no more.
Le Beau. Neither his daughter, if we judge by Orl. Yes, I beseech your grace; I am not yet manners; well breathed.
But yet, indeed, the shorter is his daughter : Duke F. How dost thou, Charles ?
The other is daughter to the banish'd duke, Le Beau. He cannot speak, my lord.
And here detain'd by her usurping uncle, Duke F. Bear him away. (Charles is borne out.] || To keep his daughter company, whose loves What is thy name young man?
Are dearer than the natural bond of sisters. Orl. Orlando, my liege;
the youngest son of But I can tell you, that of late this duke sir Rowland de Bois.
Hath ta'en displeasure 'gainst his gentle niece; Duke F. I would, thou hadst been son to some Grounded upon no other argument, man else.
But that the people praise her for her virtues, The world esteem'd thy father honourable, And pity her for her good father's sake; But I did find him still mine enemy:
And, on my life, his malice 'gainst the lady Thou should'st have better pleas'd me with this will suddenly break forth. --Sir, fare you well; deed,
Hereafter, in a better world than this, Hadst thou descended from another house. I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. But fare thee well; thou art a gallant youth ; Orl. I rest much bounden to you; fare you well! I would, thou hadst told me of another father.
(Exit Le Beau. (Exeunt Duke Fred, train, and Le Beau. Thus must I from the smoke into the smother: Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do this ? From tyrant duke, unto a tyrant brother :Orl. I am more proud to be sir Rowland's son, But heavenly Rosalind !
(Exit. His youngest son ;--and would not change that calling,
SCENE III.-A room in the palace. Enter To be adopted heir to Frederick.
Celia and Rosalind. Ros. My father lov'd sir Rowland as his soul, Cel. Why, cousin ; why, Rosalind ;-Cupid have And all the world was of my father's mind : mercy !-Not a word? Had I before known this young man his son, Rós. Not one to throw at a dog.
Cel. No, thy words are too precious to be cast (1) Appellation. (2) Turned out of her service. The object to dart at in martial exercises.
(4) Temper, disposition.
away upon curs, throw some of them at me; come, Cel. I did not then entreat to have her stay, lame me with reasons.
It was your pleasure, and your own remorse ;? Ros. Then there were two cousins laid up; I was too young that time to value her, when the one should be lamed with reasons, and But now I know her: if she be a traitor, the other mad without any.
Why so am I; we still have slept together, Cd. But is all this for your father?
Rose at an instant, learn'd, play d, eat together; Ros. No, some of it for my child's father : 0, And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans, how full of briers is this working-day world! Still we went coupled, and inseparable.
Cel. They are but burs, cousin, thrown upon Duke F. She is too subtle for thee; and her thee in holiday foolery ; if we walk not in the smoothness, trodden paths, our very petticoats will catch them. Her very silence, and her patience,
Ros. I could shake them off my coat; these burs Speak to the people, and they pity her. are in my heart.
Thou art a fool : she robs thee of thy name; Cel. Hem them away.
And thou wilt show more bright, and seem more Ros. I would try; if I could cry hem, and have virtuous, him.
When she is gone : then open not thy lips; Cel. Come, come, wrestle with thy affections. Firm and irrevocable is my doom
Ros. O, they take the part of a better wrestler Which I have pass'd upon her; she is banish'd. than myself.
Cel. Pronounce that sentence then on me, my Cel. O, a good wish upon you! you will try in liege; time, in despite of a fall. - But, turning these jests I cannot live out of her company. out of service, let us talk in good earnest: Is it Duke F. You are a fool - You, niece, provide possible, on such a sudden, you should fall into so yourself ; strong a liking with old sir Rowland's youngest son? If you out-stay the time, upon mine honour,
Ros. The duke my father lov'd his father dearly. And in the greatness of my word, you die.
(Exeunt Duke Frederick and lords. love his son dearly? By this kind of chase, I should Cel. O my poor Rosalind! whither wilt thou go? hate him, for my father hated his father dearly ;-Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee mine. yet I hate not Orlando.
I charge thee, be not thou more griev'd than I am. Ros. No, 'faith, hate him not, for my sake. Ros. I have more cause. Cel. Why should I not? doth he not deserve well? Cel.
Thou hast not, cousin; Ros. Let me love him for that; and do you love Pr'ythee, be cheerful: know'st thou not, the duke him, because I do :-Look, here comes the duke. Hath banish'd me his daughter? Cel. With bis eyes full of anger.
That he hath not.
Cel. No? hath not? Rosalind lacks then the love Enter Duke Frederick, with lords.
Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one: Duke F. Mistress, despatch you with your safest Shall we be sunderd? shall we part, sweet girl ? haste,
No; let my father seek another heir. And get you from our court.
Therefore devise with me, how we may fly. Ros.
Me, uncle? Whither to go, and what to bear with us : Duke F.
You, cousin ; || And do not seek to take your change upon you, Within these ten days if that thou be'st found To bear your griefs yourself, and leave me out; So near our public court as twenty miles, For, by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale, Thou diest for it.
Say what thou canst, I'll go along with thee. Ros.
I do beseech your grace, Ros. Why, whither shall we go? Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me: Cel.
To seek my
uncle. If with myself I hold intelligence,
Ros. Alas, what danger will it be to us,
Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. (As I do trust I am not,) then, dear uncle,
Cel. I'll put myself in poor and mean attire, Never, so much as in a thought unborn, And with a kind of umber: smirch my face; Did I offend your highness.
The like do you ; so shall we pass along, Duke F
Thus do all traitors; || And never stir assailants. If their purgation did consist in words,
Were it not better, They are as innocent as grace itself:
Because that I am more than common tall, Let it suffice thee, that I trust thee not.
That I did suit me all points like a man? Ros. Yet your mistrast cannot make me a traitor;|| A gallant curtle-axet upon my thigh, Tell me, whereon the likelihood depends. A boar-spear in my hand; and (in my heart Duke F. Thou art thy father's daughter, there's Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will,) enough.
We'll have a swashings and a martial outside; Ros. So was I, when your highness took his As many other mannish cowards have, dukedom;
That do outface it with their semblances. So was I, when your highness banish'd him; Cel. What shall I call thee, when thou art a Treason is not inherited, my lord;
man? Or, if we did derive it from our friends,
Ros. I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own What's that to me? my father was ro traitor:
page, Then, good my liege, mistake me not so much, And therefore look you call me, Ganymede. To think my poverty is treacherous.
But what will you be call'd? Cel. Dear sovereign, hear me speak.
Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state; Duke F. Ay, Celia ; we stay'd her for your sake, No longer Celia, but Aliena. Else had she with her father rang'd along. Ros. But, cousin, what if we assay'd to steal
The clownish fool out of your father's court? (1) Inveterately. (2) Compassion. (3) A dasky, yellow-coloured earth.
(4) Cutlass. (5) Swaggering.
Would he not be a comfort to our travel ? 'Tis right, quoth he; this misery doth part
Cel. He'll go along o'er the wide world with me; The flux of company: Anon, a careless herd, Leave me alone to woo him: Let's away, Full of the pasture, jumps along by him, And get our jewels and our wealth together; And never stays to greet him; Ay, quoth Jaques, Devise the fittest time, and safest way
Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens ;
The body of the country, city, court,
Are mere usurpers, tyrants, and what's worse,
To fright the animals, and to kill them up,
In their assign'd and native dwelling-place. SCENE I.-The forest of Arden. Enter Duke
Duke S. And did you leave him in this contemsenior, Amiens, and other Lords, in the dress
plation? of Foresters.
2 Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and com
menting Duke S. Now, my co-mates, and brothers in Upon the sobbing deer. exíle,
Show me the place; Hath not old custom made this life more sweet
I love to cope2 him in these sullen fits,
2 Lord. I'll bring you to him straight. (Exeunt. Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference; as the icy fang,
SCENE II.A room in the palace. Enter Duke And churlish chiding of the winter's wind;
Frederick, Lords, and attendants. Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Duke F. Can it be possible, that no man saw Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say,
them? This is no flattery: these are counsellors It cannot be: some villains of my court That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Are of consent and sufferance in this. Sweet are the uses of adversity;
1 Lord. I cannot hear of any that did see her. Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, The ladies, her attendants of her chamber, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; Saw her a-bed; and, in the morning early, And this our life, exempt from public haunt, They found the bed untreasur'd of their mistress. Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
2 Lord. My lord, the roynish clown, at whota Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. Ami. I would not change it: Happy is your Your grace was wont to laugh, is also missing. grace,
Hesperia, the princess' gentlewoman, That can translate the stubbornness of fortune
Confesses that she secretly o'erheard Into so quiet and so sweet a style.
Your daughter and her cousin much commend
That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles;
Duke F. Send to his brother ; fetch that gallant 1 Lord.
Indeed, my lord, hither;
To bring again these foolish runaways. (Exeunt.
SCENE III.-Before Oliver's house. Enter Or Upon the brook that brawls along this wood:
lando and Adam, meeting. To the which place a poor sequester'd stag, Orl. Who's there? That from the hunters' aim had ta'en a hurt,
Adam. What! my young master?-0, my genDid come to languish; and, indeed, my lord,
tle master, The wretched animal heav'd forth such groans, O, my sweet master, O you memory That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat of old sir Rowland! why, what make you here? Almost to bursting; and the big round tears
Why are you virtuous? Why do people love you? Cours'd one another down his innocent nose
And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and valiant? In piteous chase: and thus the hairy fool,
Why would you be so fonde to overcome Much marked of the melancholy Jaques,
The bony priser of the humorous duke? Stood on the extremest verge of the swifi brook, || Your praise is come too swiftly home before you. Augmenting it with tears.
Know you not, master, to some kind of men Duke S.
But what said Jaques? Their graces serve them but as enemies? Did he not moralize this spectacle?
No more do yours: your virtues, gentle master, 1 Lord. O, yes, into a thousand similes.
Are sanctified and holy traitors to you.
O, what a world is this, when what is comely
Orl. Why, what's the matter?
O unhappy youth, Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends;
Come not within these doors; within this roof
The enemy of all your graces lives : (1) Barbed arrows. (2) Encounter. (3) Scurvy. 14) Sink into dejection. (5) Memorial.
Your brother-(no, no brother; yet the son man's apparel, and to cry like a woman : but I must Yet not the son ;-Í will not call him son comfort the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose Of him I was about to call his father,)
ought to show itself courageous to petticoat: thereHath heard your praises ; and this night he means fore, courage, good Aliena. To burn the lodging where you use to lie, Cel
. I pray you, bear with me; I cannot go no And you within it: if he fail of that,
further. He will have other means to cut you off :
Touch. For my part, I had rather bear with you, I overheard him, and his practices.
than bear you: yet I should bear no cross, 3 if I did This is no place, this house is but a butchery ; bear you; for, I think, you have no money in your Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it.
purse. Orl. Why, whither, Adam, would'st thou have Ros. Well, this is the forest of Arden. ine go?
Touch. Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool Adam. No matter whither, so you come not here. 1; when I was at home, I was in a better place; Orl. What, would'st thou have me go and beg but travellers must be content.
Ros. Ay, be so, good Touchstone :-Look you Or, with a base and boisterous sword, enforce who comes here; a young man, and an old, in A thievish living on the common road?
solemn talk. This I must do, or know not what to do:
Enter Corin and Silvius.
Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you still. Of a diverted blood,2 and bloody brother.
Sil. O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love her! Adam. But do not so: I have five hundred Cor. I partly guess; for I have lov'd ere now. crowns,
Sil. No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess ; The thrifty hire Í sav'd under your father, Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover Which I did store, to be my foster-nurse, As ever sigh'd upon a midnight pillow : When service should in my old limbs lie lame, But if thy love were ever like to mine And unregarded age in corners thrown; (As sure I think did never man love sor) Take that: and He that doth the ravens feed, How many actions most ridiculous Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy? Be comfort to my age! Here is the gold ;
Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
That ever love did make thee run into,
Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress' praise,
Thou hast not lov'd; Frosty, but kindly: Let me go with you;
Or if thou hast not broke from company, I'll do the service of a younger man
Abruptly, as my passion now makes me, In all your business and necessities.
Thou hast not lov'd :-0 Phebe, Phebe, Phebe ! Orl O good old man ; how well in thee appears
(Exit Silvius. The constant service of the antique world, Ros. Alas, poor shepherd ! searching of thy When service sweat for duty, not for meed!
wound, Thou art not for the fashion of these times, I have by hard adventure found inine own. Where none will sweat, but for promotion ; Touch. And I mine : I remember, when I was And having that, do choke their service up in love, I broke my sword upon a stone, and bid Even with the having : it is not so with thee. him take that for coming anight4 to Jane Smile : But, poor old man, thou prun'st a rotten tree, and I remember the kissing of her batlet, and the That cannot so much as a blossom yield, cow's dugs that her pretty chop'd hands had milk'd: In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry : and I remember the wooing of a peascod instead But come thy ways, we'll go along together; of her ; from whom I took two cods, and giving And ere we have thy youthful wages spent, her them again, said with weeping tears, Wear We'l light upon some settled low content. these for my sake. We, that are true lovers, run
Adam. Master, go on; and I will follow thee, || into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty. so is all nature in love mortal in folly From seventeen years till now almost fourscore Ros. Thou speak'st wiser, than thou art 'ware of. Here lived I, but now live here no more.
Touch. Nay, I shall ne'er be 'ware of mine own At seventeen years many their fortunes seek; wit, till I break my shins against it. But at fourscore, it is too late a week;
Ros. Jove! Jove! this shepherd's passion Yet fortune cannot recompense me better,
Is much upon my fashion. Than to die well, and not my master's debtor. Touch. And mine ; but it grows something stale
with me. SCENE IV.-The Forest of Arden. Enter
Cel. I pray you, one of you question yond man, Rosalind in boy's clothes, Celia drest like
If he for gold will give us any food;
I faint almost to death. Shepherdess, and Touchstone.
Touch. Holla ; you, clown! Ros. O Jupiter ! how weary are my spirits ! Ros. Peace, fool; he's not thy kinsman.
Touch. I care not for my spirits, if my legs were Cor. Who calls? not weary.
Touch. Your betters, sir. Ros. I could find in my heart to disgrace my Cor. Else are they very wretched. (1) Mansion, residence.
(4) In the night. (2) Blood turned from its natural course. (5) The instrument with which washers beat (3) A piece of money stamped with a cross. I clothes.