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Enter Orlando, with his Sword drawn.
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Orl. Forbear, and eat no more.
Full of wise saws and modern instances, Jaq.
Why, I have eat none yet. And so he plays his part : The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon;
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes That in civility thou seem'st so empty?
And whistles in his sound: Last scene of all,
Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ;
Re-enter Orlando, with Adam.
Duke S. Welcome : Set down your venerabl
burlen, Jac. An you will not be answered with reason,
And let him feed. must die.
I thank you most for him. Duke S. What would you have ? Your gentle, Adam. So had you need; ness shall force,
I scarce can speak to thank you for myself. More than your force move us to gentleness.
Duke S. Welcome, fall to ; I will not trouble Orl. I almost die for food, and let me have it.
yon Duke S. Sit down and feed, and welcome to As yet, to question you about your fortunes :our table.
Give us some musick; and, good cousin, sing. Orl. Speak you so gently ? Pardon me, I pray
1. That in this desert inaccessible,
Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Under the shade of melancholy boughs,
Thou art not so unkind Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time;
As man's ingratitude; If ever you have look'd on better days,
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Although thy breath be rude.
This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, And therefore sit you down in gentleness,
That dost not bite so nigh And take upon command what help we have,
As benefits forgot: That to your wanting may be minister'd.
Though ihou the waters warp, Orl. Then, but forbear your food a little while, Thy sting is not so sharp, Whiles, like a doe, I go to find my fawn,
As friend remember'd not. And give it food. There is an old
poor man, Heigh, hol sing, heigh, ho! &c. Who after me hath many a weary step Limp'd in pure love: till he be first sufficed,
Duke S. If that you were the good Sir Row Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hun- As you have whisper'd faithfully yon were ;
land's son, ger,I will not touch a bit.
And as mine eye doth his effigies witness
Most truly limn'd, and living in your face,-
Be truly welcome hither: I am the duke,
That lov'd your father : The residue of your Orl. I thank ye; and be bless'd for your good
[Erit. Duke S. Thou seest, we are not all alone un- Thou art right welcome as thy master is:
Go to my cave and tell me.--Good old man, happy : This wide and universal theatre
Support him by the arm.--Give me your hand,
And let me all ycur fortunes understand. Presents more woful pageants than the scene
[Esteunt. Wherein we play in. Jaq.
All the world's a stage,
SCENE I. A Room in the Palace.
not be :
Seek him with candle: bring him dead or living, Even in the cannon's mouth : And then, the Within this twelvemonth, or turn thou no more justice;
To seek a living in our territory.
Worth seizure, do we seize into our hands; Touch. Your lips will feel them the sooner. Till thou canst quit thee by thy brother's mouth, Shallow, again: A more sounder instance, come. Of what we think against thee.
Cur. And they are often tarr'd over with the Oli. O, that your highness knew my heart in surgery of our sheep, and would you have us this!
kiss tar? The courtier's hands are perfumed I never lov'd my brother in my life.
with civet. Duke F. More villain thou.-Well, push him Touch. Most shallow man ! Thou worms-meat, out of doors;
in respect of a good piece of flesh : Indeed! And let my officers of such a nature
Learn of the wise, and perpend: Civet is of a Make an extent upon his house and lands: baser birth than tar; the very uncleanly flux of Do this expediently, and turn him going; a cat. Mend the instance, shepherd.
Exeunt. Cor. You have too courtly a wit for me ; I'll
rest. SCENE II. The Forest.
Touch. Will thou rest damn’d? God help thee, Enter Orlando, with a Paper.
shallow man! God make incision in thee! thou
art raw. Orl. Hang there, my verse, in witness of my
Cor. Sir, I am a true labourer; I earn that I love: And thou, thrice-crowned queen of night, sur-man's happiness; glad of other men's good, con
eat, get that I wear; owe no man' hate, envy no vey With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above, tent
with my harm: and the greatest of my pride Thy huntress' name, that my full life doch is, to see my ewes graze, and my lambs suck.
Touch. That is another simple sin in you : to sway. O Rosalind! these trees shall be my books,
bring the ewes and the rams together, and to And in their barks my thoughts I'll character ; tle: to be bawd to a bellwether; and to betray
offer to get your living by the copulation of cat. That every eye, which in this forest looks, Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where.
a she-lamb of a twelvemonth, to a crooked-pated, Run, run, Orlando ; carve on every tree,
old, cuckoldy ram, out of all reasonable match The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she.
If thou be'st not damnd for this, the devil him[Erit.
self will have no shepherds ; I cannot see else
how thon shouldst 'scape. Enter Corin and Touchstone.
Cor. Here comes young master Ganymede,
my new mistress's brother. Corin. And how like you this shepherd's life, master Touchstone ?
Enter Rosalind, reading a Paper. Touch. Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it Ros. From the east to western Ind, is a good life; but in respect that it is a shep No jewel is like Rosalind. herd's life, it is naught. In respect that it is solitary, I like it very well ; but in respect that
Her worth, being mounted on the wind,
Through all the world bears Rosalinda it is private, it is a very vile life. Now in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in re
All the pictures, fairest lin'd
Are but black to Rosalind. spect it is not in the court, it is tedious. As it is
Let no face be kept in mind, a spare life, look you, it fits my humour well ; but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much
But the fair of Rosalind. against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in Touch. I'll rhyme you so, eight years togethee, shepherd ?
ther; dinners, and suppers, and sleeping hours Cor. No more, but that I know, the more one excepted; it is the right butter-woman's rank sickens, the worse at ease he is; and that he that to market. wants money, means, and content, is without Ros. Out, fool ! three good friends :- That the property of rain Touch. For a taste : is to wet, and fire to burn: That good pasture If a hart do lack a hind, makes fat sheep; and that a great cause of the Let him seek out Rosalind. pight, is lack of the sun: That he that hath
If the cat will after kind, learned no wit by nature nor art, may complain of good breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred.
So, be sure, will Rosalind. Touch. Such a one is a natural philosopher.
Winter-garments must be lin'd,
So musi slender Rosalind. Wast ever in court, shepherd ?
They that reap, must sheaf and bind; Cor. No, truly.
Then to cart with Rosalind. Touch. Then ihou art damn'd.
Sweetest nut hath sourest rind,
Such a nut is Rosalind.
Must find love's prick, and Rosalind. Touch. Why, if thou never wast at court, thon This is the very false gallop of verses: Why do never saw'st good manners; if thou never saw'st you infect yourself with them? good manners, then thy manners must be wick Ros. Peace, you dull fool ; I found them on a ed; and wickedness is sin, and sin is damnation :
tree. Thou art in a parlous state, shepherd.
Touch. Truly, the tree yields bad fruit. Cor. Not a whit, Touchstone: those, that are
Ror. I'll graff' it with you, and then I shall good manners at the court, are as ridiculons in graff it with a medlar: then it will be the earliest the country, as the behaviour of the country is fruit in the country; for you'll be rotten e'er most mockable at the court. You told me, you you be half ripe, and that's the right virtue of salute not at the court, but you kiss your hands; the medlar, that courtesy would be uncleanly, if courtiers
Touch. You have said ; but whether wisely or were shepherds.
no, let the forest judge. Touch. Instance, briefly; come, instance. Cor. Why, we are still handling our ewes; and
Enter Celia, reading a Paper. their fells, you know, are greasy.
Ros. Peace! Touch. Why, do not your courtier's hands Here comes my sister, reading; stand aside. sweat ? and is not the grease of mutton as Cel. Why should this desert silent be? wholesonde as the sweat of a man? Shallow, For it is unpeopled ? No; shallow : A better instance, I say , come.
Tongues P'll hang on every tree, Cor. Besides, our hands are hard.
That shall civil sayings shoro.
Some, how brief the life of man
Ros. Is he of God's making? What manner Runs his erring pilgrimage;
of man? Is his head worth a hat, or his chia That the stretching of a span
worth a beard ?
Cel. Nay, he hath but a little beard.
Ros. Why, God will send more, if the man "Twixt the souls of friend and friend : will be thankful: let me stay the growth of lus But upon the fairesi boughs,
beard, if thou delay me not the know ledge of Or at every sentence end,
his chin. Will I Rosalinda write ;
Cel. It is young Orlando; that tripp'd up the Teaching all that read, to know wrestler's heels, and your heart both in an The quintessence of every sprite
Ros. Nay, but the devil take mocking; speak
Cel. l' faith, coz, 'tis he.
Ro8. Orlando ?
Ro8. Alas the day! what shall I do with my
doublet and hose 1-What did he, when thou Atalanta's better part;
saw'st him ? What said he ? How look'd he? Sad Lucretia's modesty.
Wherein went he? What makes he here ? Did Thus Rosalind of many parts
he ask for me? Where remains he? How parted By heavenly synod was devis'd; he with thee? and when shalt thou see hiin
many faces, eyes, and hearts, again ? Answer me in one word. To have the touches dearest priz'd. Cel. You must borrow me Garagantua's mouth Heaven would that she these gifts should first : 'tis a word too great for any mouth of this have,
age's size : To say, ay, and no, to these particuAnd I to live and die her slave.
lars, is more than to answer in a catechism.
Ros. But doth he know that I am in this forest, Ros. O most gentle Jupiter !--what tedious and in man's apparel ? Looks he as freshly as homily of love have you wearied your parish- be did the day he wrestled ? ioners withal, and never cry'd, Have patience, Cel. It is as easy to count atomies, as to resolve good people!
the propositions of a lover :--but take a taste of Cel. How now! back friends ;-Shepherd, go my finding him, and relish it with a good oboff a little : Go with him, sirrah.
I found him under a tree, like a Touch. Come, shepherd, let us make an ho dropp'd acorn. ncurable retreat; though not with bag and bag. Ros. It may well be call'd Jove's tree, when gage, yet with scrip and scrippage.
it drops forth such fruit. (Ereunt Corin and Touchstone. Cel. Give me audience, good madam. Cel. Didst thou hear these verses ?
Ros. Proceed. Ro.. O, yes, I heard them all, and more too ; Cel. There lay he, stretch'd along, like a for some of them had ip them more feet than wounded knight. the verses would bear.
Ros. Though it be pity to see such a sight, it Cel. That's no matter; the feet might bear the well becomes the ground. verses.
Cel. Cry, holla! to thy tongue, I prythee; it Ros. Ay, but the feet were lame, and could not curvets very unseasonably. He was furnished bear themselves without the verse, and therefore like a hunter. stood lamely in the verse.
Ros. O ominous ! be comes to kill my heart. Cel. But didst thou hear, without wondering Cel. I would sing my song without a burden : how thy name should be hang'd and carv'd upon thou bring'st me out of tune. these trees?
Ros. Do you not know I am a woman 3 when Ros. I was seven of the nine days out of the I think, I must speak. Sweet, say on. wonder, before you came; for look here what
Enter Orlando and Jaques. I found on a palm tree : I never was so berhymed since Pythagoras' time, that I was an Cel. You bring me out :-Soft! comes he not Irish rat, which I can hardly remember. here? Cel. Trow you, who hath done this?
Ros. 'Tis he; slink by, and note him. Ros. Is it a man ?
(Celia and Rosalind retire. Cel. And a chain, that you once wore, about Jaq. I thank you for your company; but, good his neck : Change you colour ?
faith, I had as lief have been myself alone. Ros. I pr'y thee, who?
Ort. And so had 1; but yet, for fashion's sake, Cel. O lord, lord! it is a hard matter for friends I thank you too for your society. to meet : but mountains may be removed with Jaq. God be with you ; let's meet as little as earthquakes, and so encounter.
we can. Ros. Nay, but who is it?
Orl. I do desire we may be better strangers. Cel. Is it possible ?
Jaq. I pray you, mar no more trees with tionary vehemence, tell me who it is.
pray you, mar no more of my verses Cel. O wonderful, wonderful, and most won with reading them ill-favouredly. derful wonderful, and yet again wonderful, and Jar. Rosalind is your love's name? after that out of all whooping ?
Orl. Yes, just. Ros. Good my complexion ! dost thou think, Jay. I do not like her name. thongh I am caparison'd like a man, I have a Ort. There was no thought of pleasing you, doublet and hose in my disposition? One inch when she was christend. of delay more is a South-sea of discovery. 1 Jaq. What stature is she of ? pr’ythee, tell me, who is it? quickly, and speak Orl. Just as high as my heart. apace : I would thou couldst stammer, that thou Jaq. You are full of pretty answers: Have you might'st pour this concealed man out of thy not been acquainted with goldsmith's wives, and mouth, as wine comes out of a narrow-mouth'd conn'd them out of rings? bottle, either too much at once, or none at all. Orl. No so; but I answer you right paintedI pr’ythee take the cork out of thy mouth, that cloth, from whence you have studied your quesI nay drink thy tidings.
tione. Cel. So you may put a man in your belly. Jaq. You have a nimble wit: I think it was
made of Atalanta's heels. Will you sit down Orl. I prythee, recount some of them.
but on those that are sick. There is a man hannts Onl. I will chide no breather in the world, but the forest that abuses our young plants with myself; against whom I know most faults. carving Rosalind on their barks; hangs odes Jac. The worst fault you have, is to be in love. upon hawthorns, and elegies on brambles; all,
Ori. 'Tis a fault I will not change for your forsooth, deitying the name of Rosalind : if 1 best virtue. I am weary of you.
could meet that fancymonger, I would give him Jaq. By my troth, I was seeking for a fool, some good counsel, for he seems to have the when I found you.
quotidian of love upon him. Orl. He is drown'd in the brook; look but in, 'Orl. I am he that is so loved-shaked; I pray and you shall see him.
you, tell me your remedy. Jaq There shall I see mine own figure. Ros. There is none of my uncle's marks upon
Orl. Which I take to be either a fool, or a cipher. you : he taught me how to know a man in love;
Ros. A lean cheek; which you have not: a [Erit Jaq.--Cel. and Ros. come forward. blue eye, and sunken; which you have not; an Ros. I will speak to him like a saucy lacquey, unquestionable spirit ; which you have not: a and under that habit play the knave with him. beard neglected; which you have not :-but I -Do you hear, forester?
pardon you for that; for, simply, your having Orl Very well; what would you ?
in beard is a younger brother's revenue : Then Ros. I pray you, what is't o'clock ?
your hose should be ungarter'd, your bonnet Orl. You should ask me, what time o' day ; unbanded, your sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe there's no clock in the forest.
untied, and every thing about you demonstratRoe. Then there is no true lover in the forest; ing a careless desolation. But you are no such else sighing every minute, and groaning every man ; you are rather point-device in your achour, would detect the lazy foot of time, as well coutrements; as loving yourself, than seeming as a clock
the lover of any other. Ovl. And why not the swift foot of time ? had Orl. Fair youth, I would I could make thee not that been as proper ?
believe I love. Ros. By no means, sir: Time travels in divers Ros. Me believe it ! you may as soon make paces with divers persons : l'll tell you who time her that you love believe it; which, I warrant, ambles withal, who time trots withal, who time she is apter to do, than to confess she does: that gallops withal, and who he stands still withal. is one of the points in the which women still Orl. I pr’ythee, who doth be trot withal ? give the lie to their consciences. But, in good Ros. Marry, he trots hard with a young maid, sooth, are you he that hangs the verses on the between the contract of her marriage, and the trees, wherein Rosalind is so admired ? day it is solemnized : if the interim be but a Orl. I swear to thee, youth, by the white hand se'nnight, time's pace is so hard that it seems of Rosalind, I am that he, that unfortunate he. the length of seven years.
Ros. But are you so much in love as your Orl. Who ambles time withal ?
rhymes speak? Ros. With a priest that lacks Latin, and a rich Orl. Neither rhyme nor reason can express man that hath not the gout; for the one sleeps how much. easily, because he cannot study; and the other Ros. Love is merely a madness; and, I tell lives merrily, because he feels no pain: the one you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip, Jacking the burden of lean and wasteful learn-as madmen do: and the reason why they are ing; the other knowing no burden of heavy not so punished and cured, is, that the lunacy tedious penury: These time ambles withal. is so ordinary, that the whippers are in love Orl. Who doth he gallop withal ?
too : Yet I profess curing it by counsel. Ros. With a thief to the gallows: for thongh Orl. Did you ever cure any so ? be go as softly as foot can fall, he thinks himselt Ros. Yes, one; and in this manner. He was too soon there.
to imagine me his love, his mistress; and I set Orl. Who stays it withal ?
him every day to woo me: At which time would Ros. With lawyers in the vacation: for they 1, being but a moonish youth, grieve, be effemisleep between term and term, and then they nate, changeable, longing, and liking; proud, perceive not how time moves.
fantastical, apish, shallow, inconstant, full of Orl. Where dwell you, pretty youth? tears, full of smiles; for every passion someRos. With this shepherdess, my sister; here in thing, and for no passion truly any thing, as the skirts of the forest, like fringe upon a peuti- boys and women are for the most part cattle of coat.
this colour: would now like him, now loathe Orl. kos. As the coney that you se dwells where now weep for him, then spit at him ; then i she is kindled.
drave my suitor from his mad humour of love, Orl. Your accent is something finer than you to a living humour of madness; which was, to could purchase in so removed a dwelling. forswear the full stream of the world, and to Ros. 'I have been told so of many ; but, in- live in a nook merely monastick: And thus 1 deed, an old religious uncle of mine taught me cured him; and this way will I take upon me to speak, who was in his youth an inland man; to wash your liver as clean as a sound sheep's one that knew courtship too well, for there he heart, that there shall not be one spot of love fell in love. I have heard him read many lec- in't. tures against it; and I thank God, I am not a Orl. I would not be cnred, youth. woman, to be touch'd with so many giddy of Ros. I would cure you, if you wonld but call fences as he bath generally tax'd their whole me Rosalind, and come every day to my cote, sex withal
and woo me.
Ros. There were none principal; they were Ros. Go with me to it, and I'll show it to you:
Orl. With all a. seart, good youth.
Ros. Nay, you must call me Rosalind :- Jaq. [Discovering himself.] Proceed, proceed ;
(Exeunt. 1'll give her.
Touch. Good even, good master What ye call't:
How do yon, sir 1 You are very well met: Enter Touchstope and Audrey ; Jaques at a God'ild you for your last company : I am very distance, dbserving them.
glad to see you Even a toy in hand here, sir : Touch. Come apace, good Audrey ; I will --Nay pray, be cover'd. fetch up your goats, Audrey: And how, Audrey? Jaq: Will you be married, Motley! am I the man yet ? Doth my simple feature), Touch. As the ox hath his bow, sir, the horse content you?
his curb, and the falcon her bells, 90 man hath Aud. Your features ! Lord warrant us ! what his desires; and as pigeons bill, so wedlock features ?
would be nibbling. Touch. I am here with thee and thy goats, as Jaq. And will you, being a man of your breedthe most capricious poet, honest Ovid, was ing, be married under a bush, like a beggar? among the Goths.
Get you to church, and have a good priest that Jaq. O knowledge ill-inhabited! worse than can tell you what marriage is: this fellow will Jove in a thatch'd house!
(Aside. but join you together as they join wainscot; then Touch. When a man's verses cannot be un- one of you will prove a shrunk panel, and, like derstood, nor a man's good wit seconded with green timber, warp, warp. the forward child, understanding, it strikes a
Touch. I am not in the mind but I were better man more dead than a great reckoning in a little to be married of him than of another : for he is room: Truly, I would the gods had made thee not like to marry me well; and not being well poetical.
married, it will be a good excuse for me hereAud. I do not know what poetical is: Is it after to leave my wife.
(4 side. honest in deed, and word ? Is it a true thing?
Jaq. Go thou with me, and let me counsel thee. Touch. No, truly; for the truest poetry is the
Touch. Come, sweet Audrey ; most feigning; anil lovers are given to poetry; We must be married, or we must live in bawdry. and what they swear in poetry, may be said, as Farewell, good master Oliver! lovers, they do feign.
No- sweet Oliver, Aud. Do you wish, then, that the gods had
O brave Oliver, made me poetical ?
Leave me not behind thee; Touch. I do, truly : for thou swear'st to me But-wind away, thou art honest; now, if thou wert a poet, I
Begone, I say, might have some hope thou didst feign.
I will not to wedding with thee.
[Ereunt Jaq. Touch. and Audrey. vour'd: for honesty coupled to beauty, is to have knave of them all shall Hout me out of my callhoney a sauce to sugar.
| Erit. Jaq: A material fool!
[Aside. Aud. Well, I am not fair ; and therefore 1 SCENE IV. The same. Before a Cottage. pray the gods make me honest!
Enter Rosalind and lia. Touch. Truly; and to cast away honesty upon a foul slut, were to put good meat into an un
Ros. Never talk to me, I will weep. clean dish.'
Cel. Do, I pr’ythee; but yet have the grace to
Ros. But have I not cause to weep?
Ros. l' faith, his hair is of a good colour. couple us.
Cel. An excellent colour: your chestnut was
Ros. And his kissing is as full of sanctity as
Ros. Do you think so ? Even so :Poor men alone ? No, no; the Cel. Yes: 1 think he is not a pick-parse, nor noblest deer hath them as huge as the rascal. a horse-stealer : but for his verity in love, I do Is the single man therefore blessed ? No: as a think him as concave as a cover'd goblet, or a wall'd town is more worthier than a village, so worm-eaten nut. is the forehead of a married man more hononr- Ros. Not true in love ? able than the bare brow of a bachelor: and by Cel. Yes, when he is in; but, I think he is how much defence is better than no skill, by so
not in. much is a horn more precious than to want.
Ros. You have heard him swear downright,
he was. Enter Sir Oliver Mar-text.
Cel. Was is not is: besides the oath of a lover Here comes Sir Oliver :-Sir Oliver Mar-text, is no stronger than the word of a tapster; they you are well met: Will you despatch us here are both the confirmers of false reckonings: He under this tree, or shall we go with you to your attends here in the forest on the duke your chapel?
father. Sir Oli. Is there none here to give the woman? Touch. I will not take her on gift of any man. question with him. He asked me of what pa
Ros. I met the duke yesterday, and had much Sir Oli. Truly, she must be given, or the mar-rentage I was; I told him, of as good as he; so riage is not lawful.
he laugh'd, and let me go. But what talk we