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Ros. What shall be our sport then?
Cel. All the better; we shall be the more Cd. Shall we sit and mock the good house- marketable. Bon jour, Monsieur Le Beau : wife, Fortune, from her wheel, that her gifts What's the news? may henceforth be bestowed equally.
Le Beau. Fair princess, you have lost much Ros. I would, we could do so ; for her bene- good sport. fits are mightily misplaced : and the bountiful Cel. Sport? of what colour? blind woman doth most mistake in her gifts to Le Beau. What colour, madam? How shall women.
I answer you? Cel. 'Tis true : for those, that she makes Roś. As wit and fortune will. fair, she scarce makes honest ; and those, that Touch. Or the destinies decree. she makes honest, she makes very ill-favour Cel. Well said; that was laid on with a edly.
trowel. Ros. Nay, now thou goest from fortune's Touch. Nay, if I keep not my rahk, office to nature's : fortune reigns in gifts of the Ros. Thou losest thy old smell. world, not in the lineaments of nature.
Le Beau. You amaze* me, ladies: I would Enter TOUCHSTONE.
have told you of good wrestling, which you
have lost the sight of. Cel. No? When nature hath made a fair
Ros. Yet tell 118 the manner of the wrestling. creature, may she not by fortune fall into the
Le Beau. I will tell you the beginning, and, fire?-Though nature hath given us wit to if it please your ladyships, you may see the Aout at fortune, hath not fortune sent in this end; for the best is yet to do; and here, where fool to cut off the argument? Ros. Indeed, there is fortune too hard for you are, they are coming to perform it.
Cel. Well,—the beginning, that is dead and nature; when fortune makes nature's natural
buried. the cutter off of nature's wit.
Le Beau. There comes an old man, and his Cel. Peradventure, this is not fortune's work
three sons, neither, but nature's; who perceiving our
Cel. I could match this beginning with an natural wits too dull to reason of such god old tale. desses, hath sent this natural for our whetstone :
Le Beau. Three proper young men, of exfor always the dulness of the fool is the whet
cellent growth and presence ;stone of his wits.-How now, wit? whither
Ros. With bills on their necks -Be it known wander you?
unto all men by these presents,Touch. Mistress, you must come away to Le Beau. The eldest of the three wrestled
with Charles, the duke's wrestler ; which Cel. Were you made the messenger?
Charles in a moment threw him, and broke Touch. No, by mine honour; but I was bid three of his ribs, that there is little hope of life to come for you.
in him ; so he served the second, and so the Ros. Where learned you that oath, fool? third: Yonder they lie; the poor old man,
Touch. Of a certain knight, that swore by their father, making such pitiful dole over his honour they were good pancakes, and swore by his honour the mustard was naught: them, that all the beholders take his part with
weeping. now, I'll stand to it, the pancakes were naught,
Ros. Alas! and the mustard was good; and yet was not
Touch. But what is the sport, monsieur, that the knight forsworn.
the ladies have lost? Cel. How prove you that, in the great heap
Le Beau. Why, this that I speak of. of your knowledge?
Touch. Thus men may grow wiser every day! Řos. Ay, marry; now unmuzzle your wisdom. it is the first time that ever I heard, breaking
Touch. Stand you both forth now: stroke of ribs was sport for ladies. your chins, and swear by your beards that I
Cel. Or I,I promise thee. am a knave,
Ros. But is there any else longs to see this Cel. By our beards, if we had them, thou art. broken music in his sides? is there yet another
Touch. By my knavery, if I had it, then I dotes upon rib-breaking ?-Shall we see this were: but if you swear by that that is not, wrestling, cousin ? you are not forsworn: no more was the knight, Le Beau. You must, if you stay here: for swearing by his honour, for he never had any; here is the place appointed for the wrestling, or if he had, he had sworn it away, before ever and they are ready to perform it. he saw those pancakes or that mustard.
Cel. Yonder, sure, they are coming: Let us Cel. Prythee, who is't thou mean'st?
now stay and see it. Touch. One that old Frederick, your father, Flourish.: Enter DUKE FREDERICK, Lords, loves. Cel. My father's love is enough to honour
ORLANDO, CHARLES, and Altendants. him. Enough! speak no more of him; you'll
Duke F. Come on; since the youth will not be whipp'd for taxation,* one of these days.
be entreated, his own peril on his forwardness. Touch. The more pity, that fools may not
Ros. Is yonder the man? speak wisely, what wise men do foolishly.
Le Beau. Even he, madam, Cel. By my troth, thou say'st true : for since Cel. Alas, he is too young: yet he looks sucthe little wit, that fools have, was silenced, cessfully, the little foolery, that wise men have, makes a
Duke F. How now, daughter, and cousin? great show. Here comes Monsieur Le Beau. are you crept hither to see the wrestling?
Ros. Ay, my liege ; so please you give us Enter LE BEAU.
leave. Ros. With his mouth full of news.
Duke F. You will take little delight in it, I Cel. Which he will put on us, as pigeons can tell you, there is such odds in the men : In feed their young.
pity of the challenger's youth, I would fain disRos. Then shall we be news-cramm'd, suade him, but he will not be entreated * Satire
* Perplex, confuse.
Speak to him, ladies; see if you can move | Hadst thou descended from another house. him.
But fare thee well; thou art a gallant youth; Cel. Call him hither, good Monsieur Le Beau. I would, thou hadst told me of another father. Duke F. Do so: I'll not be by.
[Exeunt DUKE FRED. Train, and LE BEAD.
(DUKE goes apart. Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do this? Le Beau. Monsieur the challenger, the prin- Orl. I am more proud to be Sir Rowland's cesses call for you.
(calling, * Orl. I attend them, with all respect and duty. His youngest son ;--and would not change that Ros. Young man, have you challenged To be adopted heir to Frederick. Charles the wrestler ?
Ros. Jiy father loved Sır Rowland as his soul, Orl. No, fair princess; he is the general chal. And all the world was of my father's mind : lenger: I come but in, as others do, to try with Had I before know this young man his son, him the strength of my youth.
I should have given him tears unto entreaties, Cel. Young gentleman, your spirits are too Ere he should thus have ventur'd. bold for your years : You have seen cruel proof Cel. Gentle cousin, of this man's strength: if you saw yourself Let us go thank him, and encourage him : with your eyes, or knew yourself with your My father's rough and envious disposition judgement, the fear of your adventure would Sticks me at heart.--Sir, you have well deserv'd: counsel you to a more equal enterprise. We If you do keep your promises in love, pray you, for your own sake, to embrace your But justly, as you have exceeded promise, own safety, and give over this attempt. Your mistress shall be happy.
Ros. Do, young Sir; your reputation shall Ros. Gentleman, not therefore be misprized : we will make it
[Giving him a chain from her neck. our suit to the duke, that the wrestling might Wear this for me; one out of suits with fornot go forward.
(means.Orl. I beseech you, punish me not with your That could give more, but that her hand lacks hard thoughts; wherein I confess me much Shall we go, coz? guilty, to deny so fair and excellent ladies any Cel. Ay:-Fare you well, fair gentleman. thing. But let your fair eyes, and gentle Orl. Can I not say, I thank you? My better wishes, go with me to my trial : wherein if I be
parts foiled, there is but one shamed that was never Are all thrown down; and that which here gracious; if killed, but one dead that is willing to be so: I shall do my friends no wrong, for Is but a quintam, a mere lifeless block. I have none to lament me; the world no injury, Ros. He calls us back: My pride fell with for in it I have nothing; only in the world I fill
my fortunes :
(Sir?up a place, which may be better supplied when I'll ask him what he would :-Did you call, I have made it empty.
Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown Ros. The little strength that I have, I would More than your enemies. it were with you.
Cel. Will you go, coz? Cel. And mine, to eke out hers.
Ros. Have with you :
well. Ros. Fare you well. Pray heaven, I be de
[Exeunt Rosaļind and Celia. ceived in you!
Orl. What passion hangs these weights upon Cel. Your heart's desires be with you.
my tongue ? Cha. Come, where is this young gallant, that I cannot speak to her, yet she urg'd conference. is so desirous to lie with his mother earth?
Re-enter LE Beau. Orl. Ready, Sir ; but his will hath in it a more modest working.
Orlando! thou art overthrown ; Duke F. You shall try but one fall.
Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thee. Cha. No, I warrant your grace; you shall
Le Beau. Good Sir, I do in friendship counnot entreat him to a second, that have so mightily persuaded him from a first.
To leave this place: Albeit, you have deserv'd Orl. You mean to mock me after; you should High commendation, true applause, and love: not have mocked me before : but come your Yet such is now the duke's condition, ways.
(man! That he misconstrues all that you have done. Ros. Now, Hercules be thy speed, young The duke is humorous; what he is, indeed,
Cel. I would I were invisible, to catch the More suits you to conceive, than me to speak of. strong fellow by the leg.
Orl. I thank you, Sir; and, pray you, tell (CHARLES and Orlando wrestle.
me this; Ros. O excellent young man !
Which of the two was daughter of the duke Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I That here was at the wrestling? can tell who should down.
Le Beau. Neither his daughter, if we judge [Charles is thrown. Shout.
manners; Duke F. No more, no more.
But yet, indeed, the shorter is his daughter: Orl. Yes, I beseech your grace; I am not The other is daughter to the banish'u duke yet well breathed.
And here detain'd by her usurping uncle, Duke F. How dost thou, Charles ?
To keep his daughter company ; whose loves Le Beau. He cannot speak, my lord.
Are dearer than the natural bond of sisters. Duke F. Bear him away. [CHARLES is borne But I can tell you, that of late this duke out.] What is thy name, young man? Hath ta'en displeasure 'gainst his gentle niece
Orl. Orlando, my liege; the youngest son Grounded upon no other argument, of Sir Rowland de Bois.
But that the people praise her for her virtues, Duke F. I would, thou hadst been son to And pity her for her good father's sake; some man else.
And, on my life, his malice 'gainst the lady The world esteem'd thy father honourable, But I did find him still mine enemy: (deed,
7 Turned out of her sonice Thou shouldst have better pleasd me with this
The object to dort at in murtiai csereises Temper, disposition.
Will suddenly break forth.—Sir, fare you well;, They are as innocent as grace itself:-
Let it suffice thee, that I trust thee not.
[Erit LE BEAU. Tell me, whereon the likelihood depends. Thas must I from the smoke unto the smother; Duke F. Thou art thy father's daughter, From tyrant duke, unto a tyrant brother :
there's enough. But heavenly Rosalind !
[Erit. Ros. So was I, when your highness took bis
dukedom; SCENE III.-A Room in the Palace,
So was I, when your highness banish'd him ; Enter CELIA and ROSALIND.
Treason is not inherited, my lord ; Cel. Why, cousin; why, Rosalind ;-Cupid Or, if we did derive it from our friends, have mercy !-Not a word?
What's that to me? my father was no traitor : Ros. Not one to throw at a dog.
Then, good my liege, mistake me not so much, Cel. No, thy words are too precious to be To think my poverty is treacherous. cast away upon curs, throw some of them at Cel. Dear sovereign, hear me speak. me; come, lame me with reasons.
Duke F. Ay, Celia; we stay'd her for yont Ros. Then there were two cousins laid up;
sake, when the one should be lamed with reasons, Else had she with her father rang'd along. and the other mad without any.
Cel. I did not then entreat to have her stay, Cel. But is all this for your father? It was your pleasure, and your own remorse ;s:
Ros. No, some of it for my child's father: 0, I was too young that time to value her, how full of briers is this working-day world! But now I know her: if she be a traitor,
Cel. They are but burs, cousin, thrown upon Why so am I; we still have slept together, thee in holiday foolery; if we walk not in the Rose at an instant, learn'd, play'd, eat together; trodden paths, our very petticoats will catch And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans, them.
Still we went coupled, and inseparable. Ros. I could shake them off my coat; these
Duke F. She is too subtle for thee; and her burs are in my heart.
smoothness, Cel. Hem them away.
Her very silence, and her patience, Ros. I would try; if I could cry hem, and Speak to the people, and they pity her. have him.
Thou art a fool : she robs thee of thy name; Cel. Come, come, wrestle with thy affections. And thou wilt show more bright, and seem Ros. O, they take the part of a better wrest
more virtuous, ler than myself.
When she is gone: then open not thy lips ; Cel. O, a good wish upon you! you will try Firm and irrevocable is my doom in time, in despite of a fall. But, turning Which I have pass’d upon her : she is banish'd. these jests out of service, let us talk in good
Cel. Pronounce that sentence then on me, my earnest: Is it possible, on such a sudden, you I cannot live out of her company.
(liege; should fall into so strong a liking with old Sir Duke F. You are a fool :-You, niece, proRowland's youngest son.
vide yourself; Ros. The duke my father loved his father If you out-stay the time, upon mine honour, dearly.
And in the greatness of my word, you die. Cel. Doth it therefore ensue, that you should (Exeunt Duke FREDERICK and Lords. love his son dearly? By this kind of chase, I Cel. O, my poor Rosalind! whither wilt thou should hate him, for my father hated his father dearly;* yet 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
Cel. Why should I not? doth he not deserve well?
Ros. I have more cause. Ros. Let me love him for that; and do you Cel. Thou hast not, cousin; love him, because I do :-Look, here comes the Pr’ythee, be cheerful: know'st thou not, the duke.
Hath banish'd me, his daughter? duke Cel. With his eyes full of anger.
Ros. That he hath not. Enter Duke FREDERICK, with Lords.
Cel. No? hath not? Rosalind lacks then the
love Duke F. Mistress, despatch you with your which teacheth thee that thou and I am qne : safest haste,
Shall we be sunder'd? shall we part, sweet girl? And get you from our court.
No; let my father seek another heir. Ros. Me, uncle?
Therefore devise with me, how we may fly, Duke F. You, cousin;
Whither to go, and what to bear with us : Within these ten days if that thou be’st found
And do not seek to take your change upon you. So near our public court as twenty miles,
To bear your griefs yourself, and leave me ont; Thou diest for it.
For, by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale, Ros. I do beseech your grace, Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with Say what thou
canst, I'll go along with thee. If with myself I hold intelligence, (me :
Ros. Why, whither shall we go?
Cel. To seek my uncle. Or have acquaintance with mine own desires ;
Ros. Alas, what danger will it be to us, If that I do not dream, or be not frantic,
Maids as we are, to travel forth so far? (As I do trust I am not,) then, dear uncle,
Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. Never, so much as in a thought anborn, Did I offend your highness.
Cel. I'll put myself in poor and mean attire,
And with a kind of umbert smirch my face; Duke F. Thus do all trạitors;
The like do you; so shall we pass along, If their purgation did consist in words,
And never stir assailants.
Ros. Were it not better, * Inveterately
Because that I am more than common tall, That their discharge did stretch his leathern That I did suit me all points like a man?
coat A gallant curtle-ax* upon my thigh,
Almost to bursting; and the big round tears A boar-spear in my hand; and (in my heart Cours'd one another down his innocent nose Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will,) In piteous chase : and thus the hairy fool, We'll have a swashingt and a martial outside ; Much marked of the melancholy Jaques, As many other mannish cowards have, Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook, That do outface it with their semblances. Augmenting it with tears. Cel. What shall I call thee, when thou art Duke S. But what said Jaques ? a man?
Did he not moralize this spectacle? Ros. I'll have no worse a name than Jove's 1 Lord. O, yes, into a thousand similes. own page,
First for his weeping in the needless streant's And therefore look you call me, Ganymede. Poor deer, quoth he, thou mak’st a testament But what will you be call’d?
As wordlings do, giving thy sum of more Cel. Something that hath a reference to my To that which had too much: Then, being alone, No longer Celia, but Aliena.
(state; Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends ; Ros. But, cousin, what if we assay'd to steal 'Tis right, quoth he; this misery doth part The clownish fool out of your father's court? The flux of company; Anon a careless herd, Would he not be a comfort to our travel ? Full of the pasture, jumps along by him, Çel. He'll go along o'er the wide world with And never stays to greet him ; Ay, quoth me;
Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens; [Jaques, Leave me alone to woo him: Let's away, 'Tis just the fashion: Wherefore do you look And get our jewels and our wealth together; Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there? Devise the fittest time, and safest way
Thus most invectively he pierceth through To hide us from pursuit that will be made The body of the country, city, court, After my flight: Now go we in content, Yea, and of this our life : swearing, that we To liberty, and not to banishment. (Exeunt. Are mere usurpers, tyrants, and what's worse, ACT II.
To fright the animals, and to kill them up,
In their assign’d and native dwelling place. SCENE I.-The Forest of Arden.
Duke S. And did you leave him in this conEnter DUKE senior, AMIENS, and other LORDS, templation? in the dress of Foresters.
2 Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and comDuke S. Now, my co-mates, and brothers in Upon the sobbing deer.
Duke S. Show me the place ;
2 Lord. I'll bring you to him straight. More free from peril than the envious court?
(Exeunt. Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,
SCENE II.-A Room in the Palace.
Enter Duke FREDERICK,LORDS, & Attendants.
1 Lord. I cannot hear of any that did see Sweet are the uses of adversity;
The ladies, her attendants of her chamber, [her. Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Saw her a-bed; and, in the morning early, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head : They found the bed untreasur'd of their mis. And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
tress. Finds tongues in trees, books in the running 2 Lord. My lord, the roynisht clown, at brooks,
whom so oft Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. Your grace was wont to laugh, is also missing., Ami. I would not change it: happy is your Hesperia, the princess' gentlewoman, grace,
Confesses, that she secretly o'erheard That can translate the stubbornness of fortune Your daughter and her cousin much commend Into so quiet and so sweet a style.
The parts and graces of the wrestler Duke s. Come, shall we go and kill us yeni- That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles ; son?
And she believes, wherever they are gone, And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools, That youth is surely in their company. Being native burghers of this desert city, Duke F. Send to his brother; fetch that gal. Should, in their own confines, with forked lant hither; Have their round haunches gor'd. (headsť If he be absent, bring his brother to me, I Lord. Indeed, my lord,
I'll make him find him: do this suddenly; The melancholy Jaques grieves at that;
And let not search and inquisition quailf And in that kind, swears you do more usurp
To bring again these foolish runaways. Than doth your brother that hath banish'd you.
(Exeunt. To-day, my lord of Amiens, and myself,
SCENE III.-Before OLIVER's House. Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out
Enter ORLANDO and Adam, meeting. Upon the brook that brawls along this wood:
Orl. Who's there? To the which place a poor sequester'd stag, Adam. What! my young master?--0, my That from the hunters aim had ta'en a hurt,
gentle master, Did come to languish; and, indeed, my lord,
O, my sweet master, O you memory The wretched animal heav'd forth such groans,
+ Scurvy. † Swaggering * Barbed arrow.
Sink into dejection.
Of old Sir Rowland! why, what make you here? |To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty.-Why are you virtuous? Why do people love From seventeen years till now almost fourscore you?
[liant? Here lived I, but now live here no more. And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and va- 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 prizer 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. O, what a world is this, when what is comely Enter Rosalind in boy's clothes; Celia dressed Envenoms him that bears it!
like a shepherdess, and TouchstoNE. 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 Come not within these doors; within this roof
were not weary. 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
Ros. I could find in my heart to disgrace my Yet not the son ;-I will not call him son
must comfort the weaker vessel, as doublet Of him I was about to call his father,)—
and hose ought to show itself courageous to Hath heard your praises ; and this night he petticoat: therefore, courage, good Aliena.
means To burn the lodging where you use to lie,
Cel. I pray you, bear with me; I cannot go
no further. And you within it: if he fail of that,
Touch. For my part, I had rather bear with He will have other means to cut you off:
you, than bear you: yet I should bear no I overheard him, and his practices.
cross,* if I did bear you; for, I think, you This is no place, this house is but a butchery; have no money in your purse. Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it.
Ros. Well, this is the forest of Arden. Orl. Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou
Touch. Ay, now am I in Arden: the more have me go?
fool I; when I was at home, I was in a better Adam. No matter whither, so you come not
place; but travellers must be content. here.
Ros. Ay, be so, good Touchstone:-Look Orl. What, would'st thou have me go and
you, who comes here; a young man, and an beg my food?
old, in solemn talk. Or, with a base and boisterous sword, enforce A thievish living on the common road?
Enter Corin and SILVIUS. This I must do, or know not what to do: Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you Yet this I will not do, do how I can;
still. I rather will subject me to the malice
Sil. O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do Of a diverted blood, and bloody brother,
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 The thrifty hire I sav'd under your father,
guess; Which I did store to be my foster-nurse, Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover When service should in my old limbs lie lame, As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow : And unregarded age in corners thrown; But if thy love were ever like to mine, Take that: and he that doth the ravens feed, (As sure í think did never man love so,) Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, How many actions most ridiculous Be comfort to my age! Here is the gold; Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy? All this I give you: Let me be your servant ; Cor. Into a thousand, that I have forgotten. Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: Sil. O, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily: For in my youth I never did apply
If thou remember'st not the slightest folly Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood;
That ever love did make thee run into,
Or if thou hast not sat as I do now,
Or if thou hast not broke from company, In all your business and necessities.
Abruptly, as my passion now makes me, Orl. O good old man; how well in thee ap- Thou hast not lov'd: 0 Phebe, Phebe, Phebe! pears
(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 mine own. Where none will sweat but for promotion; Touch. And I mine: I remember, when I And having that, do choke their service up was in love, I broke my sword upon a stone. Even with the having: it is not so with thee. and bid him take that for coming anight to But, poor old man, thou prun'st a rotten tree, Jane Smile: and I remember the kissing of That cannot so much as a blossom yield, her batlet, and the cow's dugs, that her pretty In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry:
chopp'd hands had milk'd: and I remember But come thy ways, we'll go along together; the wooing of a peascod instead of her; from And ere we have thy youthful wages spent, whom I took two cods, and, giving her them We'll light upon some settled low content.
again, said, with weeping tears, Wear these for Adam. Master, go on; and I will follow thee,
* A piece of money stamped with a cross. * Inconsiderate.
Mansion, rcsidence. In the night.