Had quite miscarried: I dare be bound again, Por. Then you shall be his surety: Give him this; Ner. And pardon me, my gentle Gratiano; Gra. Why, this is like the mending of highways In summer, where the ways are fair enough: What are we cuckolds, ere we have deserv'd it? Por. Speak not so grossly.-You are all amaz'd: Here is a letter, read it at your leisure; It comes from Padua, from Ballario: There you shall find, that Portia was the doctor; Nerissa there, her clerk: Lorenzo here Shall witness, I set forth as soon as you, And but e'en now return'd; I have not yet Enter'd my house.-Antonio, you are welcome; And I have better news in store for you Than you expect: unseal this letter soon; There you shall find, three of your argosies Are richly come to harbour suddenly: You shall not know by what strange accident I chanced on this letter. Ant. I am dumb. Bass. Were you the doctor, and I knew you not? Gra. Were you the clerk, that is to make me cuckold? Ner. Ay; but the clerk that never means to do it, Bass. Sweet doctor, you shall be my bedfellow; Por. How now, Lorenzo? My clerk hath some good comforts too for you. Ner. Ay, and I'll give them him without a fee.There do I give to you and Jessica, From the rich Jew, a special deed of gift, After his death, of all he dies possess'd of. Lor. Fair ladies, you drop manna in the way Of starved people. Por. It is almost morning, And yet, I am sure, you are not satisfied [Exeunt. AS YOU LIKE IT. DUKE, living in exile. PERSONS REPRESENTED. FREDERICK, brother to the Duke, DENNIS, servants to Oliver. SILVIUS, shepherds. LE BEAU, a courtier attending WILLIAM, a country fellow, in upon Frederick. CHARLES, wrestler to Frederick. ORLANDO, de Bois. love with Audrey. A person representing Hymen. ROSALIND, daughter to the ban- CELIA, daughter to Frederick. PHEBE, a shepherdess. AUDREY, a country wench. Lords belonging to the two Dukes; Pages, Foresters, and other Attendants. SCENE. First, near Oliver's house; afterwards, partly in the Usurper's court, and partiy in the Forest of ARDEN. ACT I. SCENE I.-An Orchard, near Oliver's House. Enter Orlando and Adam. Orl. As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion bequeathed me by will, but poor a thousand crowns; and, as thou say'st, charged my brother, on his blessing, to breed me well: and there begins my sadness. My brother Jaques he keeps at school, and report speaks goldenly of his profit: for my part, he keeps me rustically at home, or, to speak more properly, stays me here at home unkept. For call you that keeping for a gentleman of my birth, that differs not from the stalling of an ox? His horses are bred better; for, besides that they are fair with their feeding, they are taught their manage, and to that end riders dearly hired: but I, his brother, gain nothing under him but growth: for the which his animals on his dunghills are as much bound to him as I. Besides this nothing that he so plentifully gives me, the something that nature gave me his countenance seems to take from me: he lets me feed with his hinds, bars me the place of a brother, and, as much as in him lies, mines my gentility with my education. This is it, Adam, that grieves me; and the spirit of my father, which I think is within ine, begins to mutiny against this servitude: I will no longer endure it, though yet I know no wise remedy how to avoid it. Enter Oliver. Adam. Yonder comes my master, your brother. Orl. Go apart, Adam, and thou shalt hear how he I will shake me up. Oli. Now, sir! what make you here? Orl. Nothing: I am not taught to make anything Oli. What mar you, then, sir? Orl. Marry, sir, I am helping you to mar that which God made, a poor unworthy brother of yours, with idleness. Oli. Marry, sir, be better employed, and be naught awhile. Orl. Shall I keep your hogs, and eat husks with them? What prodigal portion have I spent, that I should come to such penury? Oli. Know you where you are, sir? Orl. O, sir, very well: here in your orchard. Oli. Know you before whom, sir? Orl. Ay, better than him I am before knows me. I know you are my eldest brother; and, in the gentle condition of blood, you should so know me: The courtesy of nations allows you my better, in that you are the first-born; but the same tradition takes not away my blood, were there twenty brothers betwixt us: I have as much of my father in me, as you; albeit, I confess, your coming before me is nearer to his reverence. Oli. What, boy! Orl. Come, come, elder brother, you are too young Oli. Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain? [in this. Orl. I am no villain: I am the youngest son of Sir it is the stubbornest young fellow of France; full of Rowland de Bois; he was my father; and he is ambition, an envious emulator of every man's good thrice a villain that says such a father begot villains: parts, a secret and villainous contriver against me Wert thou not my brother, I would not take this his natural brother; therefore use thy discretion; I hand from thy throat till this other had pulled out thy had as lief thou didst break his neck as his finger: tongue for saying so; thou hast railed on thyself. And thou wert best look to 't; for if thou dost him any Adam. Sweet masters, be patient; for your fa-slight disgrace, or if he do not mightily grace himself ther's remembrance, be at accord. Oli. Let me go, I say. on thee, he will practice against thee by poison, entrap thee by some treacherous device, and never Orl. I will not, till I please: you shall hear me. leave thee till he hath ta'en thy life by some indirect My father charged you in his will to give me good means or other: for, I assure thee, and almost with education: you have trained me like a peasant, ob- tears I speak it, there is not one so young and so vilscuring and hiding from me all gentlemanlike quali-lainous this day living. I speak but brotherly of ties: the spirit of my father grows strong in me, and him; but, should I anatomize him to thee as he is, I will no longer endure it: therefore allow me such I must blush and weep, and thou must look pale and exercises as may become a gentleman, or give me wonder. the poor allottery my father left me by testament; with that I will go buy my fortunes. Oli. And what wilt thou do? beg, when that is spent? Well, sir, get you in: I will not long be troubled with you: you shall have some part of your will: I pray you, leave me. [for my good. Orl. I will no further offend you than becomes me Oli. Get you with him, you old dog. Adam. Is old dog my reward? Most true, I have lost my teeth in your service.-God be with my old master! he would not have spoke such a word. [Exeunt Orlando and Adam. Oli. Is it even so? begin you to grow upon me? will physic your rankness, and yet give no thousand crowns neither. Holla, Dennis! Enter Dennis, Den. Calls your worship? Oli. Was not Charles, the duke's wrestler, here to speak with me? Den. So please you, he is here at the door, and importunes access to you. Oli. Call him in. [Exit Dennis.]-T will be a good way; and to-inorrow the wrestling is. Enter Charles. Cha. Good morrow to your worship. Oli. Good monsieur Charles!-what 's the new news at the new court? Cha. There's no news at the court, sir, but the old news: that is, the old duke is banished by his younger brother the new duke; and three or four loving lords have put themselves into voluntary exile with him, whose lands and revenues enrich the new duke; therefore he gives them good leave to wander. Oli. Can you tell, if Rosalind, the duke's daughter, be banish'd with her father? Cha. O, no; for the duke's daughter, her cousin, so loves her, being ever from their cradles bred together, that she would have followed her exile, or have died to stay behind her. She is at the court, and no less beloved of her uncle than his own daughter; and never two ladies loved as they do. Ol. Where will the old duke live? Cha. They say he is already in the forest of Arden, and a many merry men with him; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England: they say many young gentlemen flock to him every day, and fleet the time carelessly, as they did in the golden world. [duke? Oli. What, you wrestle to-morrow before the new Cha. Marry, do I, sir; and I came to acquaint you with a matter. I am given, sir, secretly to understand that your younger brother, Orlando, hath a disposition to come in disguised against me to try a fall: To-morrow, sir, I wrestle for my credit; and he that escapes me without some broken limb shall acquit him well. Your brother is but young, and tender; and, for your love, I would be loth to foil him, as I must, for my own honour, if he come in therefore, out of my love to you, I came hither to acquaint you withal; that either you might stay him froin his intendnvent, or brook such disgrace well as he shall run into; in that it is a thing of his own search, and altogether against my will." Oli. Charles, I thank thee for thy love to me, which thou shalt find I will most kindly requite. I had myself notice of my brother's purpose herein, and have by underhand means laboured to dissuade him from it; but he is resolute. I'll tell thee, Charles, Cha. I am heartily glad I came hither to you: If he come to-morrow I'll give him his payment: If ever he go alone again, I'll never wrestle for prize more: And so, God keep your worship! [Exit. Oli. Farewell, good Charles.-Now will I stir this gamester: I hope, I shall see an end of him; for my soul, yet I know not why, hates nothing more than he. Yet he 's gentle; never schooled and yet learned; full of noble device; of all sorts enchantingly beloved; and, indeed, so much in the heart of the world, and especially of my own people who best know him, that I am altogether misprised: but it shall not be so long; this wrestler shall clear all: nothing remains but that I kindle the boy thither, which now I'll go about. [Exit. SCENE II.-A Lawn before the Duke's Palace. Enter Rosalind and Celia. Cel. I pray thee, Rosalind, sweet my coz, be merry. Ros. Dear Celia, I show more mirth than I am mistress of; and would you yet I were merrier? Unless you could teach me to forget a banished father, you must not learn me how to remember any extraordinary pleasure. Cel. Herein I see thou lov'st me not with the full weight that I love thee: if my uncle, thy banished father, had banished thy uncle, the duke my father, so thou hadst been still with me I could have taught my love to take thy father for mine; so would'st thou, if the truth of thy love to me were so righte ously temper'd as mine is to thee. Ros. Well, I will forget the condition of my estate, to rejoice in yours. Cel. You know my father hath no child but I, nor none is like to have; and, truly, when he dies thou shalt be his heir: for what he hath taken away from thy father, perforce, I will render thee again in affection; by mine honour I will; and when I break that oath let me turn monster: therefore, my sweet Rose, my dear Rose, be merry. Ros, From henceforth I will, coz, and devise sports: let me see;-what think you of falling in love? Cel. Marry, I prithee do, to make sport withal: but love no man in good earnest; nor no further in sport neither, than with safety of a pure blush thou mayst in honour come off again. Ros. What shall be our sport then? Cel. Let us sit and mock the good housewife, Fortune, from her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be bestowed equally. Ros. I would we could do so; for her benefits are mightily misplaced: and the bountiful blind woman doth most mistake in her gifts to women. Cel. T is true: for those that she makes fair she scarce makes honest; and those that she makes honest she makes very ill-favour'dly. Ros. Nay, now thou goest from fortune's office to nature's: fortune reigns in gifts of the world, not in the lineaments of nature. Enter Touchstone. Cel. No? When nature hath made a fair creature, may she not by fortune fall into the fire? Though nature hath giver us wit to flout at fortune, hath not fortune sent in this fool to cut off the argument? Ros. Indeed, theres fortune too hard for nature; when fortune makes nature's natural the cutter off of nature's wit. Cel. Peradventure, this is not fortune's work nei ther, but nature's; who perceiving our natural wits rib-breaking?-Shall we see this wrestling, cousin? too dull to reason of such goddesses, hath sent this Le Beau. You must, if you stay here: for here is natural for our whetstone: for always the dulness the place appointed for the wrestling, and they are of the fool is the whetstone of the wits.-How now, ready to perform it. wit? whither wander you? Touch. Mistress, you must come away to your Ros. Where learned you that oath, fool? Cel. How prove you that, in the great heap of your knowledge? Ros. Ay, marry; now unmuzzle your wisdom. Touch. Stand you both forth now: stroke your chins, and swear by your beards that I am a knave. Cel. By our beards, if we had them, thou art. Touch. By my knavery, if I had it, then I were: but if you swear by that that is not, you are not forsworn: no more was this knight, swearing by his honour, for he never had any; or if he had, he had sworn it away before ever he saw those pancakes or that mustard. Cel. Prithee, who is 't that thou mean'st? Touch. One that old Frederick, your father, loves. Cel. My father's love is enough to honour him enough: speak no more of him; you 'll be whipp'd for taxation, one of these days. Touch. The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely, what wise men do foolishly. Cel. By my troth, thou say'st true; for since the little wit that fools have was silenced, the little foolery that wise men have makes a great show. Here comes monsieur Le Beau. Enter Le Beau. Ros. With his mouth full of news. Cel. Yonder, sure, they are coming: Let us now stay and see it. Flourish. Enter Duke Frederick, Lords, Orlando, Duke F. Come on; since the youth will not be en- Ros. Ay, my liege; so please you give us leave. Duke F. You will take little delight in it, I can tell you, there is such odds in the man. In pity of the challenger's youth I would fain dissuade him, but he will not be entreated: Speak to him, ladies; see if you can move him. 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 princess calls for you. Orl. I attend them, with all respect and duty. Ros. Young man, have you challenged Charles the wrestler? Orl. No, fair princess; he is the general challenger: I come but in, as others do, to try with him the strength of my youth. Cel. Young gentleman, your spirits are too bold for your years: You have seen cruel proof of this man's strength: if you saw yourself with your eyes, or knew yourself with your judgment, the fear of your adventure would counsel you to a more equal enterprise. We pray you, for your own sake, to embrace your own safety, and give over this attempt. Ros. Do, young sir; your reputation shall not therefore be misprised: we will make it our suit to the Cel. Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their duke that the wrestling might not go forward. Ros. Then shall we be news-cramm'd. Le Beau. You amaze me, ladies: I would have told Cel. Well, the beginning, that is dead and buried. sons, Cel. I could match this beginning with an old tale. Le Beau. Three proper young men, of excellent growth and presence ; Ros. With bills on their necks,-'Be it known unto all men by these presents," Le Beau. The eldest of the three wrestled with Le Beau. Why, this that I speak of. Orl. I beseech you, punish me not with your hard thoughts, wherein I confess me much guilty to deny so fair and excellent ladies anything. But let your fair eyes and gentle wishes go with me to my trial: wherein if I be foiled, there is but one shamed that was never gracious; if killed, but one dead that is willing to be so: I shall do my friends no wrong, for I have none to lament me; the world no injury, for in it I have nothing; only in the world I fill up a place which may be better supplied when I have inade it empty. [in you! Ros. The little strength that I have, I would it were Cel. And mine, to eke out hers. [with you. Ros. Fare you well. Pray heaven, I be deceived Cel. Your heart's desires be with you. Cha. Come, where is this young gallant that is so desirous to lie with his mother earth? Orl. Ready, sir; but his will hath in it a more modest working. Duke F. You Shall try but one fall. Cha. No, I warrant your grace; you shall not entreat him to a second, that have so mightily persuaded him from a first. Ori. You mean to mock me after: you should not Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell Orl. Orlando, my liege; the youngest son of sir Duke F. I would thou hadst been son to some man Hadst thou descended from another house. [Exeunt Duke Fred., Train, and Le Beau. Ros. My father lov'd sir Rowland as his soul, Cel. Gentle cousin, Ros. Gentleman, Giving him a chain from her neck. tunes: I'll ask him what he would :-Did you call, sir?— Will you go, coz? Ros. Have with you:-Fare you well. I cannot speak to her, yet she urg'd conference. O poor Orlando! thou art overthrown; the one should be lamed with reasons, and the other mad without any. Cel. But is all this for your father? Ros. No, some of it is for my father's child: O, how full of briars is this working-day world! Cel. They are but burs, cousin, thrown upon thee in Ros. I would try; if I could cry hem, and have him. Čel. O, a good wish upon you! you will try in Ros. No, 'faith, hate him not, for my sake. Enter Duke Frederick, with Lords. Or have acquaintance with mine own desires; Duke F. Thus do all traitors; If their purgation did consist in words, [dom; Ros. So was I when your highness took his duke Le Beau. Neither his daughter, if we judge by So was I when your highness banish'd him: manners; But yet, indeed, the shorter is his daughter: I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. SCENE III.-A Room in the Palace. Enter Celia and Rosalind. [Exit. Treason is not inherited, my lord; Or, if we did derive it from our friends, Cel. Dear sovereign, hear me speak. When she is gone: then open not thy lips; Cel. Why, cousin; why, Rosalind ;-Cupid have Firm and irrevocable is my doom mercy! not a word? Ros. Not one to throw at a dog. Cel. No, thy words are too precious to be cast away upon curs; throw some of them at me: come, lame me with reasons. Ros. Then there were two cousins laid up; when Which I have passed upon her; she is banish'd. Duke F. You are a fool: You, niece, provide If you outstay the time, upon mine honour, And in the greatness of my word, you die. That he hath not. Cel. To seek my uncle in the forest of Arden. Ros. Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state; Ros. But, cousin, what if we assay'd to steal Cel. He'll go along o'er the wide world with me; To hide us from pursuit that will be made ACT II. [Exeunt. SCENE I.-The Forest of Arden. Enter Duke senior, Amiens, and other Lords, in the dress of Foresters. Duke S. Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Duke S. Come, shall we go and kill us venison? Lord. Indeed, my lord, The melancholy Jaques grieves at that: Duke S. But what said Jaques? Did he not moralize this spectacle? [alone, 1 Lord. O yes, into a thousand similes. 'T is just the fashion: Wherefore do you look Show me the place; 2 Lord. I'll bring you to him straight. [ing [Exeunt, SCENE II.-A Room in the Palace. Enter Duke Frederick, Lords, and Attendants. 1 Lord. I cannot hear of any that did see her. [hither; [Exeunt. Adam. What! my young master!-O, my gentle |