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Cel. Marry, I pr’ythee, do, to make sport withal :/ Cel. Sport? Of what colour?
Ros. As wit and fortune will.
Touch. Or as the destinies decree.
Ros. Thou losest thy old smell.
Ros. Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling. Cel. 'Tis true: for those that she makes fair, she Le Beau. I will tell you the beginning,and, if it please scarce makes honest ; and those that she makes honest, your ladyships, you may see the end; for the best is she makes very ill-favour’dly.
yet to do; and here, where you are, they are coming Ros. Nay, now thou goest from fortune's office to to perform it. nature's: fortune reigns in gifts of the world, not in Cel. Well,—the beginning, that is dead and buried. the lineaments of nature.
Le Beau. There comes an old man and his three
Cel. I could match this beginning with an old tale.
Le Beau. Three proper young men, of excellent may she not by fortune fall into the fire?—Though
growth and presenee; -— nature hath given us wit to flout as fortune, hath not
Ros. With bills on their necks,-Be it known unto fortune sent in this fool to cut off the argument?
all men by these presents, Ros. Indeed, there is fortune too hard for nature; when fortune makes nature's natural the cutter off of Le Beau. The eldest of the three wrestled with Char
les, the duke's wrestler; which Charles in a moment nature's wit.
threw him, and broke three of his ribs, that there is Cel
. Peradventure, this is not fortune's work neither, little hope of life in him: so he served the second, and but nature's ; who perceiving our natural wits too dull
so the third. Yonder they lie; the poor old man, their to reason of such goddesses, hath sent this natural for father, making such pitiful dole over them, that all our whetstone: for always the dulness of the fool is the beholders take his part with weeping, the whetstone of his wits.—How now, wit? whither
Kos. Alas! wander you?
Touch. But what is the sport, monsieur, that the Touch. Mistress, you must come away to your
Jadies have lost?
Le Beau. Why, this that I speak of.
Touch. Thus men may grow wiser every day! it is
the first time that ever I heard, breaking of ribs was Ros. Where learned you that oath, fool?
for ladies. Touch. Of a certain knight, that swore by his honour,
Cel. Or I, I promise thee. they were good pancakes, and swore by his honour, the mustard was naught: now, I'll stand to it, the pan- music in his sides? is there yet another dotes upon
Ros. But is there any else longs to see this broken eakes were naught, and the mustard was good ; and yet rib-breaking ?-Shall we see this wrestling, cousin? was not the knight forsworn.
Le Beau. You must, if you stay here : for here is Cel. How prove you that, in the great heap of your the place appointed for the wrestling, and they are knowledge?
ready to perform it.
Cel. Yonder, sure, they are coming: let us now stay
CHARLES, and Attendants.
DukeF.Come on ; since the youth will not be entreatno more was this knight
, swearing by his honour, for ed, his own peril on his forwardness! he never had any; or, if he had, he had sworn it away,
Ros. Is yonder the man ?
Le Beau. Even he, madam.
Cel. Alas, he is too young: yet he looks successfully.
Duke F. How now, danghter, and cousin ? are you Cel.My father's love is enough to honour him.Enough! crept hither to see the wrestling? speak no more of him; you'll be whipp'd for taxation, Ros. Ay, my liege; so please you give us leave. one of these days.
Duke F. You will take little delight in it, I can tell Touch. The more pity, that fools may not speak
you, there is such odds in the men. In pity of the wisely, what wise men do foolishly.
Cel. By my troth, thou say'st true: for since the little challenger's youth, I would fain dissuade him, but he wit, that fools have, was silenced, the little foolery, you can move him!
will not be entreated. Speak to him, ladies ; see if that wise men have, makes a great show. Here comes Monsieur Le Beau.
Cel. Call him hither, good Monsieur Le Beau !
Duke F. Do so; I'll not be by. [Duke goes apart.
Le Beau. Monsieur, the challenger, the princesses
Ros. Young man, have yon challenged Charles the
wrestler Cel. All the better; we shall be the more marketable. Orl. No, fair princess; he is the general challenger: -Bon jour, Monsieur Le Beau : what's the news? I come but in, as others do, to try with him the strength Le Beau. Fair princess, you have lost much good of my youth. sport.
Cel. Young gentleman, your spirits are too bold for
call for you.
your years. You have seen cruel proof of this man’s | Your mistress shall be happy.
Celi strength: if you saw yourself with your eyes, or knew Ros. Gentleman, [Giving him a chain from her neck. Ros yourself with your judgement, the fear of your adven- Wear this for me, one out of suits with fortune; ture would counsel you to a more equal enterprize. That could give more, but that her hand lacks means.- Pos. We pray you, for your own sake, to embrace your Shall we go, coz?
Ensaf own safety, and give over this attempt. Cel. Ay. -- Fare you well, fair gentleman !
Gel. Ros. Do, young sir; your reputation shall not there- Orl. Can I not say, I thank you? My better parts
a desp fore be misprised: we will make it our suit to the duke, Are all thrown down; and that, which here stands up, that the wrestling might not go forward. Is but a quintain, a mere lifeless block.
andd Orl. I beseech you, punish me not with your hard Ros.He calls us back: my pride fell with my fortunes: thoughts; whereiu I confess'me much guilty, to deny I'll ask him what he would. - Did you call, sir ?so fair and excellent ladies any thing. But let your Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown
(LD fair eyes, and gentle wishes, go with me to my trial : More than your enemies.
made wherein if I be foiled, there is but one shamed, that Cel. Will you go, coz?
ymy was never gracious; if killed, but one dead, that is Ros. Have with you. --Fare you
tar willing to be so: I shall do my friends no wrong, for I
(Exeunt Rosalind and Celia. have none to lameut me; the world no injury, for in Orl. What passion hangs these weights upon my tou- C. it I have nothing; only in the world I fill up a place, gue! which may be better supplied, when I have made I cannot speak to her, yet she urg'd conference.
ba it empty.
Re-enter LE Beau,
tel. Ros. The little strength that I have, I would it were O poor Orlando! thon art overthrown;
Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thee. Cel. And mine, to eke out her's.
Le Beau. Good sir, I do in friendship counsel you Ros.Fare you well! Pray heaven, I be deceived in you! To leave this place. Albeit you have deserv'd
Ro Cel. Your heart's desires be with you! High commendation, truc applause, and love,
Du Cha. Come, where is this young gallant, that is so de- Yet such is now the duke's condition, sirous to lie with his mother earth?
That he misconstrues all that you have done. Orl. Ready, sir; but his will hath in it a more modest The duke is humorous; what he is, indeed,
Tha working. More suits you to conceive, than me to speak of.
Ro Duke F. You shall try but one fall.
Orl. Ithank you, sir; and, pray you, tell me this: Let Cha. No, I warrant your grace; you shall not entreat Which of the two was danghter of the duke, him to a second, that have so mightily persuaded him That here was at the wrestling? from a first.
Le Beau. Neither his daughter, if we judge by man- In Orl. You mean to mock me after; you should not have
A mocked me before: but come your ways! But yet, indeed, the shorter is his daughter:
N Ros. Now, Hercules be thy speed, young man! The other is daughter to the banish'd duke,
D Cel. I would I were invisible, to catch the strong fel- And here detain'd by her usurpiug uncle,
1 low by the leg: (Charles and Orlando wrestle. To keep his daugater company; whose loves
ITE Ros. O excellent young man! Are dearer, than the natural bond of sisters.
TI Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who But I can tell you, that of late this duke
Le strould down.
(Charles is thrown. Shout. Hath ta'en displeasure 'gainst his gentle niece; Duke F. No more, no more! Grounded upon no other argument,
Te Orl. Yes, I beseech your grace; I am not yet well But that the people praise her for her virtues, breathed.
And pity her for her good father's sake; Duke F. How dost thou, Charles ?
And, on my life, his malice 'gainst the lady
Will suddenly break forth.--Sir, fare you well;
I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.
[Exit Le Beau. DukeF.I would,thou hadst been son to some man else. Thus must I from the smoke into the smother; The world esteem'd thy father honourable,
From tyrant duke unto a tyrant brother : But I did find him still mine enemy:
But heavenly Rosalind !
[Lxit. Thou shouldst have better pleas'd me with this deed, Hadst thou descended from another house.
SCENE II.- A room in the palace. But fare thee well; thou art a gallant youth;
Inter Celia and Rosalinn. I would, thou hadst told me of another father. Cel. Why, cousin; why, Rosalind ;-Cupid have mer
[Lxeunt Duke Fred. Train, and Le Beau. cy!-- Not a word? Cel. Werel my father, coz, would I do this? Ros. Not one to throw at a dog. Orl. I am more proud to be sir Rowland's son, Cel. No, thy words are too precious to be cast away His youngest son;-and would not change that calling, upon curs, throw some of them at me; come, lame me To be adopted heir to Frederick.
with reasons ! Ros. My father lov'd sir Rowland as his soul, Ros. Then there were two cousins laid up; when the And all the world was of my father's mind :
one should be lamed with reasons, and the other mad
Cel. But is all this for your father?
Ros. No, some of it for my child's father. O, how full
of briars is this working-day world! Let us go thank him, and encourage him!
Cel. They are but burs, cousin, thrown upon thee in My father's rough and envious disposition
holiday foolery; if we walk not in the trodden paths, Sticks me at heart. -Sir, you have well deserv'd: our very petticoats will catch them. If you do keep your promises in love,
Ros. I could shake them off my coat; these burs are But justly, as you have exceeded promise,
lin my heart.
Cel. Hem them away!
I cannot live out of her company.
And in the greatness of my word, you die.
[Lxeunt Duke Frederick and Lords. in despite of a fall.—But, turning these jests out of ser- Cel. O my poor Rosalind! whither wilt thou go? vice, let us talk in good earnest. Is it possible, on such Wilt thou change fathers ? I will give thee mine. a sudden, you should fall into so strong a liking with I charge thee, be not thou more griev'd than I am. old sir Rowland's youngest son ?
Ros. I have more cause.
Cel. No? hath not? Kosalind lacks then the love,
Therefore devise with me, how we may fly,
Whither to go, and what to bear with us :
And do not seek to take your change upon u,
For, by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale,
Say what thou canst, I'll go along with thee.
Ros. Why, whither shall we go?
Ros. Alas, what danger will it be to us,
Maids as we are, to travel forth so far?
Beauty provoketh thieves sooner, than gold.
And with a kind ofumber smirch my face ;
And never stir assailants.
Ros. Were it not better,
Because that I am more than common tall,
'That I did suit me all points like a man?
A gallaut curtle-ax upon my thigh,
A boar-spear in my hand; and (in my heart
Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will)
We'll have a swashing and a martial outside;
As many other mannish cowards have,
That do outface it with their semblances.
Ros. I'll have no worse a name, than Jove's own page,
But what will you be call’d?
Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state;
No longer Celia, but Aliena.
Ros. But, cousin, what, if we assay'd to steal
Would he not be a comfort to our travel ?
Cel. He'll go along o'er the wide world with me,
And get our jewels and our wealth together;
Devise the fittest time, and safest way
To hide us from pursuit, that will be made
After my flight! Now go we in content,
To liberty, and not to banishment. [Exeunt.
SCENE I.— The Forest of Arden.
dress of Foresters. Her very silence, and her patience,
Duke S. Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exile,
Hath not old custom made this life more sweet,
Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods And thou wilt show more bright, and seem more vir- More free from peril, than the envious court? tuons,
Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,
The seasons' difference; as, the icy fang,
And charlish chiding of the winter's wind;
This is no flattery: these are counsellors,
2 Lord. My lord, the roynish clown, at whom so oft
Your grace was wout to laugh, is also missing.
Hesperia, the princess' gentlewoman,
Confesses, that she secretly o’erheard
Your daughter and her cousin much commend
And she believes, wherever they are gone,
That youth is surely in their company.
If he be absent, bring his brother to me!
And let not search and inquisition quail
To bring again these foolish runaways. L.reunt.
SCENE III.—Before Oliver's house,
Enter ORLANDO and Adau, meeting.
Orl. Who's there?
Adam. What! my young master? O, my gentle master,
of old sir Rowland! why, what make you here?
Why are you virtuous ? why do people love you?
The bony priser of the humorous duke?
Your praise is come too swiftly home before you.
Are sanctified and holy traitors to you.
0, what a world is this, when what is comely
Envenoms him that bears it!
Orl. Why, what's the matter?
Come not within these doors! Within this roof
The enemy of all your graces lives :
Your brother--(no, no brother; yet the son-
Yet not the son :--I will not call him son-
To burn the lodging, where you use to lie,
within it: if he fail of that,
He will have other means to cut you off :
I overheard him, and his practices.
Abhorit, fear it, do not enter it!
Adam. No matter whither, so you conie not here. 'Tis just the fashion: wherefore do you look
Orl. What would'st thou have me go and beg my food?
Or, with a base and boisterous sword, enforce
A thievish living on the common road?
This I must do, or know not, what to do;
Yet this I will not do, do how I can :
Of a diverted blood, and bloody brother,
Adam. But do not so! I have five hundred crowns,
When service should in my old limbs lie lame,
And unregarded age in corners thrown;
Take that: and He, that doth the ravens feed,
Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,
Allthis I give you. Let me be your servant;
Though I look old, yet I am strong and lasty:
Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo
The means of weakness and debility;
I'll do the service of a younger man
Orl. O good old man ! how well in thee appears wooing ofa peascod instead of her; from whom I took
two cods, and, giving her them again, said with weepWhen service sweat for duty, not for meed!
ing tears, I ear ihese for my sake. We, that are true Thou art noi for the fashion of these times,
| lovers, run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in Where none will sweat, but for promotion ;
nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly. And having that, do choke their service up
Ros. Thou speak'st wiser, than thou art 'ware of.
Touch. Nay, I shall ne'er be 'ware of mine own wit,
Ros. Jove! Jove! this shepherd's passion is much
upon my fashion.
Touch. Aud mine; but it grows something stale
Cel. I pray you, one of you question yond man,
I faint almost to death.
Ros. Peace, fool! he's not thy kinsman.
Cor. Who calls ?
Touch. Your betters, sir.
Cor. Else are they very wretched.
Good even to you,
Can in this desert place buy entertainment,
And faints for succour.
Roš. I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's Cor. Fair sir, I pity her,
And do not sheer the fleeces, that I graze;
bear with me; I cannot go no further. My master is of churlish disposition,
Are now on sale, and at our sheepcote now,
And in my voice most welcome shall you be.
That little cares for buying any thing.
Cor. Assuredly, the thing is to be sold.
Go with me; if you like, upon report,
The soil, the profit, and this kind of life,
I will your very faithful feeder be,
And buy it with your gold right suddenly. (Exeunt.
SCENE V.- The same.
Enter Amiens, Jaques, and others.
Ami. Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me,
And tune his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither!
Here shall he see
But winter and rough weather.
Ami. It will make you melancholy, monsieur Jaques.