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have taught my love to take thy father for mine; Cel. I'r'ythee, who is't that thou mean'st? so would'st thou, if the truth of thy love to me were Touch. One that old Frederick, your father, loves. so righteously temper'd as mine is to thee.

Cel. My father's love is enough to honour him. Ros. Well, I will forget the condition of my | Enough! speak no more of him : you'll be whip'd estate, to rejoice in yours.

for taxation, one of these days. Cel. You know, my father hath no child but I, Touch. The more pity, that fools may not speak nor none is like to have : and, truly, when he dies, wisely, what wise men do foolishly. thou shalt be his heir : for what he hath taken away Cel. By my troth, thou say’st true : for since the from thy father perforce, I will render thee again in little wit, that fools have, was silenced, the little affection; by mine honour, I will; and when I break foolery, that wise men have, makes a great show. that oath, let me turn monster; therefore, my sweet Here comes Monsieur Le Beau. Rose, my dear Rose, be merry. Ros. From henceforth, I will, coz, and devise

Enter LE BEAU. sports : let me see; What think you of falling in

Ros. With his mouth full of news. love?

Cel. Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed Cel. Marry, I pr’ythee, do, to make sport withal : their young. but love no man in good earnest; nor no further in

Ros. Then shall we be news-cramm'd. sport neither, than with safety of a pure blush thou Cel. All the better; we shall be the more marmay'st in honour come off again.

ketable. Bon jour, Monsieur Le Beau : What's Ros. What shall be our sport then?

the news? Cel. Let us sit and mock the good housewife, Le Beau. Fair princess, you have lost much good Fortune, from her wheel, that her gifts may hence-sport. forth be bestowed equally,

Cel. Sport? of what colour? Ros. I would, we could do so; for her benefits Le Beau. What colour, madam? How shall I are mightily misplaced : and the bountiful blind answer you? woman doth most mistake in her gifts to women.

Ros. As wit and fortune will. Cel. 'Tis true : for those, that she makes fair, she Touch. Or as the destinies decree. scarce makes honest; and those, that she makes Cel. Well said ; that was laid on with a trowel. honest, she makes very ill-favour'dly.

Touch. Nay, if I keep not my rank, Ros. Nay, now thou goest from fortune's office Ros. Thou losest thy old smell. to nature's : fortune reigns in gifts of the world, not Le Beau. You amaze me, ladies : I would have in the lineaments of nature.


of good wrestling, which you have lost the Enter Touchstone.

sight of

Ros. Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling. Cel. No? When nature hath made a fair creature, Le Beau. I will tell you the beginning, and, if it may she not by fortune fall into the fire?- Though please your ladyships, you may see the end ; for the nature hath given us wit to flout at fortune, hath not best is yet to do; and here, where you are, they are fortune sent in this fool to cut off the argument? coming to perform it.

Ros. Indeed, there is fortune too hard for nature; Cel. Well, the beginning, that is dead and when fortune makes nature's natural the cutter off buried. of nature's wit.

Le Beau. There comes an old man, and his Cel. Peradventure, this is not fortune's work neither, but nature's; who, perceiving our natural wits Cel. I could match this beginning, with an old too dull to reason of such goddesses, hath sent this tale. natural for our whetstone: for always the dulness Le Beau. Three proper young men, of excellent of the fool is the whetstone of his wits.

growth and presence; wit? whither wander you ?

Ros. With bills on their necks, Be it known Touch. Mistress, you must come away to your unto all men by these presents, father,

Le Beau. The eldest of the three wrestled with Cel. Were you made the messenger?

Charles, the duke's wrestler; which Charles in a Touch. No, by mine honour ; but I was bid to moment threw him, and broke three of his ribs, coine for you.

that there is little hope of life in him: so he served Ros. Where learned you that oath, fool ? the second, and so the third : Yonder they lie; the

Touch. Of a certain knight, that swore by his poor old man, their father, making'such pitiful dolc honour they were good pancakes, and swore by his over them, that all the beholders take his part with honour the mustard was naught: now, I'll stand to weeping. it, the pancakes were naught, and the mustard was Ros. Alas! good : and yet was not the knight forsworn.

Touch. But what is the sport, monsieur, that the Cel. How prove you that, in the great heap of ladies have lost? your knowledge ?

Le Beau. Why, this that I speak of. Pos. Ay, marry; now unmuzzle your wisdom. Touch. Thus men may grow wiser every day! it

Touch. Stand you both forth now: stroke your is the first time that ever I heard, breaking of ribs chins, and swear by your beards that I am a knave. was sport for ladies.

Cel. By our beards, if we had them, thou art. Cel. Or I, I promise thee.

Touch. By my knavery, if I had it, then I were : Ros. But is there any else longs to see this broken but if you swear by that that is not, you are not for- musick in his sides? is there yet another dotes upon sworn: no more was this knight, swearing by his rib-breaking? Shall we see this wrestling, cousin ? honour, for he never had any; or if he had, he had Le Beau. You must, if you stay here : for here sworn it away, before ever he saw those pancakes or is the place appointed for the wrestling, and they are" that mustard.

ready to perform it.

three sons,

- How now,

call for you.

Cel. Yunder, sure, they are coming : us now Cel. I would I were invisible, to catch the strong stay and see it.

fellow by the leg. (Charles and ORLANDO wrestle.

Ros. O excellent young man ! Flourish. Enter DUKE FREDERICK, Lords, Or- Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can LANDO, CHARLES, and Attendants.

tell who should down. [CHARLES is thrown. Shout. Duke F. Come on ; since the youth will not be Duke F. No more, no more. entreated, his own peril on his forwardness.

Ort. Yes, I beseech your grace; I am not yet Ros. Is yonder the man?

well breathed. Le Beau. Even he, madam.

Duke F. How dost thou, Charles ? Cel. Alas, he is too young: yet he looks suc- Le Beau. He cannot speak, my lord. cessfully.

Duke F. Bear him away. (CHARLES is borne ou ] Duke F. How now, daughter, and cousin ? are What is thy name, young man? you crept hither to see the wrestling ?

Orl. Orlando, my liege; the youngest son of sir Ros. Ay, my liege : so please you give us Rowland de Bois. leave.

Duke F. I would, thou hadst been son to some Duke F. You will take little delight in it, I can

man else. tell you, there is such odds in the men : In pity of The world esteem'd thy father honourable, the challenger's youth, I would fain dissuade him, But I did find him still mine enemy: but he will not be entreated : Speak to him, ladies; Thou shouldst have better pleas'd me with this see if you can move him

deed, Cel. Call him hither, good Monsieur Le Beau. Hadst thou descended from another house. Duke F. Do so; I'll not be by.

But fare thee well; thou art a gallant youth; [Duke F. goes apart.

I would, thou hadst told me of another father. Le Beau. Monsieur the challenger, the princesses [Exeunt Duke Fren. Train, and Le Beau.

Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do this? Orl. I attend them, with all respect and duty. Orl. I am more proud to be sir Rowland's son, Ros. Young man, have you challenged Charles His youngest son;

- and would not change that the wrestler?

calling, Orl. No, fair princess; he is the general chal- To be adopted heir to Frederick. lenger : I come but in, as others do, to try with him Ros. My father lov'd sir Rowland as his soul, the strength of my youth.

And all the world was of my father's mind : Cel. Young gentleman, your spirits are too bold Had I before known this young man his son, for your years : You have seen cruel proof of this I should have given him tears unto ent ties, man's strength : if you saw yourself with your eyes, Ere he should thus have ventur'u. or knew yourself with your judgment, the fear of Cel.

Gentle cousin, your adventure would counsel you to a more equal | Let us go thank him, and encourage him : enterprise. We pray you, for your own sake, to My father's rough and envious disposition embrace your own safety, and give over this at- Sticks me at heart. Sir, you have well desery'd : tempt.

If you do keep your promises in love, Ros. Do, young sir ; your reputation shall not But justly, as you have exceeded promise, therefore be misprised : we will make it our suit to Your mistress shall be happy. the duke, that the wrestling might not go forward. Ros.

Gentleman, Orl. I beseech you, punish me not with your

[Giving him a chain from her neck. hard thoughts: wherein I confess me much guilty, Wear this for me; one out of suits with fortune; to deny so fair and excellent ladies any thing. But That could give more, but that her hand lacks let your fair eyes, and gentle wishes, go with me to my trial : wherein if I be foiled, there is but one Shall we go, coz ? shamed that was never gracious; if killed, but one Cel.

Ay: - Fare you well, fair gentleman. dead that is willing to be so: I shall do my friends Orl. Can I not say, I thank you ? My better no wrong, for I have none to lament me: the world

parts no injury, for in it I have nothing; only in the Are all thrown aown; and that which here stands up, world I fill up a place, which may be better supplied | Is but a quintain, a mere lifeless block. when I have made it empty.

Ros. He calls us back: My pride fell with my Ros. The little strength that I have, I would it

fortunes : were with you.

I'll ask him what he would : - Did you call, sir?Cel. And mine to eke out her's.

Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown Ros. Fare you well. Pray heaven, I be deceived More than your enemies. in you!


Will you go, coz? Cel. Your heart's desires be with you.

Ros. Have with

you : Fare you well. Cha. Come, where is this young gallant, that is

[Exeunt Rosalind and Celia. so desirous to lie with his mother earth?

Orl. What passion hangs these weights upon my Orl. Ready, sir; but his will hath in it a more

tongue? modest working

I cannot speak to her, yet she urg'd conference. Duke F. You shall try but one fall. Cha. No, I warrant your grace; you shall not

Re-enter LE BEAU. entreat him to a second, that have so mightily per- 0


Orlando! thou art overthrown : suaded him from a first.

Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thee. Orl. You mean to mock me after; you should Le Beau. Good sir, I do in friendship counsel not have mucked me before: but come your ways.

you Ros. Now, Hercules be thy speed, young man ! To leave this place: Albeit you have deserv'd


High commendation, true applause, and love;
Yet such is now the duke's condition,

Enter DUKE FREDERICK, with Lords.
That be misconstrues all that you have done.

Duke F. Mistress, despatch you with your sates The duke is humorous; what he is, indeed,

haste, More suits you to conceive, than me to speak of. And get you from our court. Orl. I thank you, sir: and, pray you, tell me this ;


Me, uncle? Which of the two was daughter of the duke


You, cousin : That here was at the wrestling ?

Within these ten days if that thou be'st found Le Beau. Neither his daughter, if we judge by So near our publick court as twenty miles, manners;

Thou diest for it. But yet, indeed, the shorter is his daughter :


I do beseech your grace, The other is daughter to the banish'd duke,

Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me: And here detain'd by her usurping uncle,

If with myself I hold intelligence, To keep his daughter company; whose loves Or have acquaintance with mine own desires; Are dearer than the natural bond of sisters.

If that I do not dream, or be not frantick, But I can tell you, that of late this duke

(As I do trust I am not,) then, dear uncle, Hath ta'en displeasure 'gainst his gentle niece,

Never so much as in a thought unborn, Grounded upon no other argument,

Did I offend your highness. But that the people praise her for her virtues,


Thus do all traitors; And pity her for her good father's sake 3

If their purgation did consist in words, And, on my life, his malice 'gainst the lady They are as innocent as grace itself: Will suddenly break forth. — Sir, fare you well! Let it suffice thee, that I trust thee not. Hereafter, in a better world than this,

Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor : I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. Tell me, whereon the likelihood depends. Orl. I rest much bounden to yoft: fare you

well! Duke F. Thou art thy father's daughter, there's [Erit Le Beau.

enough. Thus must I from the smoke into the smother ; Ros. So was I, when your highness took his From tyrant duke, unto a tyrant brother :

dukedom; But heavenly Rosalind !

[Erit. So was I, when your highness banish'd him :

Treason is not inherited, my lord : SCENE III. - A Room in the Palace. Or, if we did derive it from our friends,

What's that to me? my father was no traitor : Enter Celia and ROSALIND.

Then, good, my liege, mistake me not so much, Cel. Why, cousin ; why, Rosalind; — Cupid have To think my poverty is treacherous. - Not a word ?

Cel. Dear sovereign, hear me speak. Ros. Not one to throw at a dog.

Duke F. Ay, Celia ; we stay'd her for your sake. Cel. No, thy words are too precious to be cast Else had she with her father rang'd along. 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; when I was too young that time to value her, the one should be lamed with reasons, and the other But now I know her ; if she be a traitor, mad without any.

Why so am I: we still have slept together, Cel. 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, how And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans, full of briars 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 trod

smoothness, den 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 hea, and have him.

virtuous, Cel. Come, come, wrestle with thy affections. When she is gone : then open not thy lips;

Ros. O, they take the part of a better wrestler Firm and irrevocable is my doom than myself.

Which I have pass'd upon her; she is banish'd. Cel. O, a good wish upon you! you will try in Cel. Pronounce that sentence then on me, my time, in despite of a fall. - But, turning these jests

liege; out of serrice, let us talk in good earnest : Is it pos- | I cannot live out of her company. sible, on such a sudden, you should fall into so strong Duke F. You are a fool : You, niece, provide a liking with old sir Rowland's youngest son?

yourself ; Ros. The duke my father lov'd his father dearly. If you out-stay the time, upon mine honour,

Cel. Doth it therefore ensue, that you should And in the greatness of my word, you die. love his son, dearly? By this kind of chase, I should

[Ereunt DUKE FREDERICK and Lords. hate him, for my father hated his father dearly ; yet Cel. O my poor Rosalind : whither wilt thou go? I hate not Orlando.

Wilt thou change fathers ? I will give thee mine. Ros. No 'faith, hate him not, for my sake. I charge thee, be not thou more griev'd than I am. rel. Why should I not? doth he not deserve well? Ros. I have more cause. Ros. Let me love him for that; and do you love Cel.

Thou hast not, cousin ; hm, because I do: – Look, here comes the duke. Pr’ythee, be cheerful: know'st thou not, the duke Cel. With his eyes full of anger.

Hath banish'd me his daughter ?



That he hath not. A gallant curtle-ax upon my thigh,
Cel. No ? hath not ? Rosalind lacks then the love A boar-spear in my hand; and (in my heart
Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one: Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will,)
Shall we be sunder'd ? shall we part, sweet girl ? We'll have a swashing and a martial outside ;
No; let my father seek another heir.

As many other mannish cowards have,
Therefore devise with me, how we may fly,

That do outface it with their semblances. Whither to go, and what to bear with us :

Cel. What shall I call thee, when thou art a man And do not seek to take your change upon you,

Ros. I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own To bear your griefs yourself, and leave me out;

For, by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale, And therefore, look you, call me, Ganymede.
Say what thou canst, I'll go along with thee. But what will you be call’d?
Ros. Why, whither shall we go?

Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state : Cel.

To seek my uncle. No longer Celia, but Aliena. Ros. Alas, what danger will it be to us,

Ros. But, cousin, what if we assay'd to steal Maids as we are, to travel forth so far?

The clownish fool out of your father's court ? Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.

Would he not be a comfort to our travel ? Cel. I'll put myself in poor and mean attire, Cel. He'll go along o'er the wide world with me; And with a kind of umber smirch my face;

Leave me alone to woo him: Let's away, The like do you; so shall we pass along,

And get our jewels and our wealth together ; And never stir assailants.

Devise the fittest time, and safest way Ros.

Were it not better, To hide us from pursuit that will be made Because that I am more than common tall,

After my flight : Now go we in content, That I did suit me all points like a man?

To liberty, and not to banishment. [Ereunt.

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SCENE I. - The Forest of Arden.

That from the hunters' aim had ta'en a hurt,

Did come to languish ; and, indeed, my lord, Enter DUKE Senior, Amiens, and other Lords, in

The wretched animal heav'd forth such groans, the dress of Foresters.

That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat Duke S. Now, my co-mates, and brothers in Almost to bursting ; and the big round tears exíle,

Cours'd one another down his innocent nose
Hath not old custom made this life more sweet In piteous chase : and thus the hairy fool,
Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods Much marked of the melancholy Jaques,
More free from peril than the envious court? Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook,
Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,

Augmenting it with tears.
The seasons' difference; as, the icy fang,

Duke S.

But what said Jaques? And churlish chiding of the winter's wind;

Did he not moralize this spectacle ?
Which when it bites and blows upon my body, 1 Lord. O, yes, into a thousand similies.
Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, First, for his weeping in the needless stream ;
This is no flattery : these are counsellors

Poor deer, quoth he, thou mak'st a testament
That feelingly persuade me what I am.

As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more Sweet are the uses of adversity;

To that which had loo much: Then, being alone, Which, like the toad, ugly and venemous,

Left and abandon’d of his velvet friends; Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;

'Tis right, quoth he; this misery doth part And this our life, exempt from public haunt, The flur of company: Anon, a careless herd, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running Full of the pasture, jumps along by him, brooks,

And never stays to greet him ; Ay, quoth Jaques,
Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens ;
Ami. I would not change it: Happy is your 'Tis just the fashion : Wherefore do you look

Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?
That can translate the stubbornness of fortune Thus most invectively he pierceth through
Into so quiet and so sweet a style.

The body of the country, city, court,
Duke S. Come, shall we go and kill us venison ? | Yea, and of this our life: swearing, that we
And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools, – Are mere usurpers, tyrants, and what's worse,
Being native burghers of this desert city,

To fright the animals, and to kill them up,
Should, in their own confines, with forked heads In their assign'd and native dwelling place.
Have their round haunches gor’d.

Duke S. And did you leave him in this contem 1 Lord.

Indeed, my lord,

plation ? The melancholy Jaques grieves at that ;

2 Lord. We did, my lord, weeping, and com And, in that kind, swears you do more usurp

menting Than doth your brother that hath banish'd you. Upon the sobbing deer. To-day, my lord of Amiens, and myself,

Duke s.

Show me the place ; Did steal behind him, as he lay along

I love to cope him in these sullen fits, Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out

For then he's full of matter. Upon the brook that brawls along this wood:

2 Lord. I'll bring you to him straight. To the which place a poor sequester'd stag,


I rather will subject me to the malice SCENE II. - A Room in the Palace. Of a diverted blood, and bloody brother.

Adam. But do not so: I have five hundial crowns, Enter Duke FREDERICK, Lords, and Attendants.

The thrifty hire I sav'd under your father, Duke F. Can it be possible, that no man saw them? Which I did store, to be my foster-nurse, It cannot be : some villains of my court

When service should in my old limbs lie lame, Are of consent and sufferance in this.

And unregarded age in corners thrown; I Lord. I cannot hear of any that did see her. Take that : and He that doth the ravens feed, The ladies, her attendants of her chamber,

Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Saw her a-bed; and, in the morning early,

Be comfort to my age! Here is the gold ; They found the bed untreasur'd of their mistress. All this I give you : Let me be your servant ; 2 Lord. My lord, the roynish clown, at whom so | Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty : oft

For in my youth I never did apply
Your grace was wont to laugh, is also missing. Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood;
Hesperia, the princess' gentlewoman,

Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo
Confesses, that she secretly o'erheard

The means of weakness and debility ;
Your daughter and her cousin much commend Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,
The parts and graces of the wrestler

Frosty, but kindly : let me go with you;
That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles ; I'll do the service of a younger man
And she believes, wherever they are gone,

In all your business and necessities.
That youth is surely in their company,

Orl. O good old man; how well in thee appears Duke F. Send to his brother ; fetch that gallant | The constant service of the antique world, hither :

When service sweat for duty, not for meed! If he be absent, bring his brother to me,

Thou art not for the fashion of these times, I'll make him find him: do this suddenly ; Where none will sweat, but for promotion ; And let not search and inquisition quail

And having that, do choke their service up To bring again these foolish runaways. [Ereunt. Even with the having: it is not so with thee.

But, poor old man, thou prun'st a rotten tree, SCENE III. Before Oliver's House.

That cannot so much as a blossom yield,
Enter ORLANDO and Adam, meeting,

In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry :

But come thy ways, we'll go along together; Orl. Who's there?

And ere we have thy youthful wages spent, Adam. What ! my young master ? . · O, my We'll light upon some settled low content. gentle master,

Adam. Master, go on; and I will follow thee, O, my sweet master, O you memory

To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty. Of old sir Rowland! why, what make you here? From seventeen years till now almost fourscore Why are you virtuous ? Why do people love you ? Here lived I, but now live here no more. And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and valiant ? At seventeen years many their fortunes seek; Why would you be so fond to overcome

But at fourscore, it is too late a week : The bony priser of the humorous duke ?

Yet fortune cannot recompense me better, Your praise is come too swiftly home before you. Than to die well, and not my master's debtor. Know you not, master, to some kind of men

[Exeunt. Their graces serve them but as enemies ? No more do yours; your virtues, gentle master,

SCENE IV. The Forest of Arden. Are sanctified and holy traitors to you.

Enter Rosalind in boy's clothes, Celia drcst like a 0, what a world is this, when what is comely

Shepherdess, and TouchSTONE.
Envenoms him that bears it !
Orl. Why, what's the matter ?

Ros. O Jupiter ! how weary are my spirits ! Adam

O unhappy youth,

Touch. I care not for my spirits, if my legs were Come not within these doors; within this roof

not weary:

Ros. I could find in my heart to disgrace my The enemy of all your graces lives : Your brother - (no, no brother ; yet the son

man's apparel, and to cry like a woman: but I must Yet not the son ; — I 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 can go no

further. And you within it: if he fail of that, 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, 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, wouldst thou have

Ros. Well, this is the forest of Arden. me go?

Touch. Ay, now am I in Arden : the more fool Adam. No matter whither, so you come not here.

I ; when I was at home, I was in a better place ;

but travellers must be content. Orl. What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my food ?

Ros. Ay, be so, good Touchstone: Or, with a base and boisterous sword, enforce

who comes here; a young man, and an old, in

solemn talk. A thievish living on the common road? This I must do, or kr ow not what to do.

Enter CORIN and Silvius. Yet this I will not do, do how I can;

Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you stil..

Look you,

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