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 duke, that the wrestling might not go forward. Orl. I beseech you, punish me not with your hard thoughts, wherein I confess me much guilty, to deny so fair and excellent ladies any thing. 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 made it empty. Ros. The little strength that I have, I would it were with you. Cel. And mine, to eke out hers. Ros. Fare you well. Pray heaven, I be deceived in you! 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. Orl. You mean to mock me after you should not have mocked me before but come your ways. Ros. Now, Hercules be thy speed, young man! Cel. I would I were invisible, to catch the strong fellow by the leg. [CHARLES and ORLANDO wrestle. Ros. O, excellent young man! Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who should down. [CHARLES is thrown. Shout. Duke F. No more, no more. Orl. Yes, I beseech your grace: I am not yet well breathed. Duke F. How dost thou, Charles ? Le Beau. He cannot speak, my lord. Duke F. Bear him away. [CHARLES is borne out. What is thy name, young man? Orl. Orlando, my liege: the youngest son of sir Rowland de Bois. Duke F. I would, thou hadst been son to some man else. The world esteem'd thy father honourable, Thou shouldst have better pleas'd me with this deed, [Exeunt Duke FRED. Train, and LE BEAU. Ros. My father lov'd sir Rowland as his soul, If you do keep your promises in love [Giving him a chain. Wear this for me, one out of suits with fortune, Ros. He calls us back. My pride fell with my fortunes; Cel. Ros. Have with you.-Fare you well. [Exeunt ROSALIND and CELIA. Orl. What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue ? I cannot speak to her, yet she urg'd conference. O, poor Orlando! thou art overthrown. Orl. I thank you, sir; and, pray you, tell me this: Le Beau. Neither his daughter, if we judge by manners; But yet, indeed, the shorter is his daughter: I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. Thus must I from the smoke into the smother; SCENE III.-A Room in the Palace. [Exit. Cel. Why, cousin; why, Rosalind.-Cupid have 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 the one should be lamed with reasons, and the other mad without any. Cel. But is all this for your father? 1 A shield fastened to a pole, or a puppet, used as a mark in tilting. 2 smaller in f. e. Pope also made the correction. Ros. No, some of it for my father's child. O, how | And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans, full of briars is this working-day world! Cel. They are but burs, cousin, thrown upon thee in holiday foolery: if we walk not in the trodden paths, our very petticoats will catch them. Ros. I could shake them off my coat: these burs are in my heart. Cel. Hem them away. Ros. I would try, if I could cry hem, and have him. Cel. O, a good wish upon you! you will try in time, in despite of a fall.-But, turning these jests out of service, let us talk in good earnest. Is it possible, on such a sudden, you should fall into so strong a liking with old sir Rowland's youngest son? Ros. The duke my father lov'd his father dearly. Cel. Doth it therefore ensue, that you should love his son dearly? By this kind of chase, I should hate him, for my father hated his father dearly; yet I hate not Orlando. Ros. No 'faith, hate him not, for my sake. Cel. Why should I not? doth he not deserve well? Ros. Let me love him for that; and do you love him, because I do. Enter Duke FREDERICK, with Lords. Look, here comes the duke. Cel. With his eyes full of anger. Still we went coupled, and inseparate.3 [ness, Duke F. She is too subtle for thee; and her smooth- [ous, Which I have pass'd upon her. She is banish'd. [Exeunt Duke FREDERICK and Lords. Cel. Duke F. Mistress, dispatch you with your fastest Whither to go, and what to bear with us: I do beseech your grace, Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me. Or have acquaintance with mine own desires, (As I do trust I am not) then, dear uncle, Thus do all traitors: Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor. Duke F. Thou art thy father's daughter; there's Ros. So was I when your highness took his dukedom; Or if we did derive it from our friends, Cel. Dear sovereign, hear me speak. Duke F. Ay, Celia we stay'd her for your sake; Cel. I did not then entreat to have her stay: 1 child's father; in f. e. 2 safest in f. e. 3 inseparable in f. e. And do not seek to take your change upon you, In the forest of Arden. To seek my uncle Ros. Alas, what danger will it be to us, Cel. I'll put myself in poor and mean attire, Ros. A boar-spear in my hand; and, in my heart Cel. What shall I call thee, when thou art a man? Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state: Ros. But, cousin, what if we essay'd to steal Cel. He'll go along o'er the wide world with me; 4 Cutlass. 5 worse a: in f. e. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I.-The Forest of Arden. Enter DUKE, Senior, AMIENS, and other Lords, like Foresters. Duke S. Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Which, like the toad,2 ugly and venomous, Duke S. Come, shall we go and kill us venison? 1 Lord. Indeed, my lord, The melancholy Jaques grieves at that : And, in that kind, swears you do more usurp Than doth your brother that hath banish'd you. To-day, my lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood; To the which place a poor sequester'd stag, That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt, Did come to languish and, indeed, my lord, The wretched animal heav'd forth such groans, That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat Almost to bursting; and the big round tears Cours'd one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase: and thus the hairy fool, Much marked of the melancholy Jaques, Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook, Augmenting it with tears. Duke S. But what said Jaques ? 1 Lord. O! yes, into a thousand similes. To that which hath too much." Then, being there alone, Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends; "'Tis right," quoth he; "thus misery doth part The flux of company." Anon, a careless herd, Full of the pasture, jumps along by him, And never stays to greet him: "Ay," quoth Jaques, (: Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens 'T is just the fashion: wherefore do you look s; 5 2 Lord. My lord, the roynish clown, at whom so oft If he be absent bring his brother to me, SCENE III.-Before OLIVER'S House. [Exeunt. Adam. What, my young master ?-0, my gentle master! O, my sweet master! O, you memory Of old Sir Rowland! why, what make you here? O, what a world is this, when what is comely Orl. Why, what's the matter? 7 Your brother-(no, no brother; yet the son 1 as: in f. e. 2 Fenton, in 1569, tells us "there is found in heads of old and great toads, a stone which they call borax or steton: it is most commonly found in the head of a he-toad."—Knight. 3 Barbed arrows. 4 had in f. e. 5 Scurvy. 6 Foolish. 7 within: in f. e. Yet not the son-I will not call him son- He will have other means to cut you off: This is no place; this house is but a butchery : Orl. Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go? Or with a base and boisterous sword enforce A thievish living on the common road. This I must do, or know not what to do; Yet this I will not do, do how I can. I rather will subject me to the malice Of a diverted, proud,' and bloody brother. itself courageous to petticoat: therefore, courage, good Aliena. Cel. I pray you, bear with me: I can go no farther. Touch. For my part, I had rather bear with you, than bear you: yet I should bear no cross, if I did bear you, for, I think, you have no money in your purse. Ros. Well, this is the forest of Arden. Touch. Ay, now am I in Arden; the more fool I: when I was at home I was in a better place, but travellers must be content. Ros. Ay, be so, good Touchstone.-Look you; who comes here? a young man, and an old, in solemn talk. Enter CORIN and SILVIUS. Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you still. Adam. But do not so. I have five hundred crowns, As ever sigh'd upon a midnight pillow : The thrifty hire I sav'd under your father, When service should in my old limbs lie lame, Take that; and He that doth the ravens feed, Orl. O, good old man! how well in thee appears Adam. Master, go on, and I will follow thee Than to die well, and not my master's debtor. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-The Forest of Arden. Enter ROSALIND for Ganymede, CELIA for Aliena, and Ros. O Jupiter! how weary3 are my spirits! weary. Ros. I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel, and to cry like a woman; but I must comfort the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to show 1 diverted blood : in f. e. 2 service washing linen. 6 Jove, Jove: in f. e. But if thy love were ever like to mine, Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten. Or if thou hast not spake1, as I do now, Or if thou hast not broke from company, O Phebe. Phebe, Phebe! [Exit SILVIUS. Ros. Alas, poor shepherd! searching of thy wound, I have by hard adventure found mine own. Touch. And I mine. I remember, when I was in love I broke my sword upon a stone, and bid him take that for coming a-night to Jane Smile: and I remember the kissing of her batler", and the cow's dugs that her pretty chapped hands had milked: and I remember the wooing of a peascod instead of her; from whom I took two cods, and, giving her them again, said with weeping tears, "Wear these for my sake." We, that are true lovers, run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly. Ros. Thou speakest wiser than thou art 'ware of. Touch. Nay, I shall ne'er be 'ware of mine own wit, till I break my shins against it. Ros. Love, love! this shepherd's passion Touch. And mine; but It grows something stale with me," And begins to fail with me." Cel. I pray you, one of you question yond' man, Touch. Holla, you clown! Ros. Cor. Who calls? Peace, fool: he's not thy kinsman. Touch. Your betters, sir. Cor. Else are they very wretched. Good even to you, friend. Peace, I say. Cor. And to you, gentle sir; and to you all. Ros. I pr'ythee, shepherd, if that love, or gold, in f. e. 3 The old copies have "merry," which Knight retains. 4 sat in fe. 5 A bat used in 7 f. e. give these two lines as one. 8 This line not in f.e. And wish, for her sake more than for mine own, But I am shepherd to another man, And little recks to find the way to heaven By doing deeds of hospitality. Besides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed, Ros. What is he that shall buy his flock and pasture? Cor. That young swain that you saw here but erewhile, That little cares for buying any thing. Ros. I pray thee, if it stand with honesty, Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the flock, And thou shalt have to pay for it of us. Cel. And we will mend thy wages. I like this place, And willingly could waste my time in it. Cor. Assuredly, the thing is to be sold. Go with me if you like, upon report, The soil, the profit, and this kind of life, I will your very faithful feeder be, [Exeunt. SCENE V.-Another Part of the Forest. Enter AMIENS, JAQUES, and others. SONG. Ami. Under the greenwood tree, And tune his merry note Come hither, come hither, come hither: Jaq. More, more! I pr'ythee, more. Ami. My voice is ragged'; I know I cannot please you. Jaq. I do not desire you to please me; I do desire you to sing. Come, more; another stanza. Call you १, 'em stanzas? Ami. What you will, monsieur Jaques. Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names; they owe me nothing. Will you sing? Ami. More at your request, than to please myself. Jaq. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you but that they call compliment is like the encounter of two dog-apes: and when a man thanks me heartily, methinks, I have given him a penny, and he renders me the beggarly thanks. Come, sing; and you that will not, hold your tongues. Ami. Well, I'll end the song.-Sirs, cover the while; the duke will drink under this tree. He hath been all this day to look you. Jaq. And I have been all this day to avoid him. He is too disputable for my company: I think of as many matters as he, but I give heaven thanks, and make no boast of them. Come, warble; come. Jaq. Thus it goes : If it do come to pass, Here shall he see, gross fools as he, Ami. What's that ducdame2? Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation to call fools into a circle. I'll go sleep if I can: if I cannot, I'll rail against all the first-born of Egypt. Ami. And I'll go seek the duke: his banquet is prepared. [Exeunt severally. SCENE VI.-The Same. Enter ORLANDO and ADAM. Adam. Dear master, I can go no farther: O! I die for food. Here lie I down, and measure out my grave. Farewell, kind master. Orl. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee? Live a little; comfort a little; cheer thyself a little. If this uncouth forest yield any thing savage, I will either be food for it, or bring it for food to thee. Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers. For my sake be comforted3; hold death awhile at the arm's end. I will here be with thee presently, and if I bring thee not something to eat, I will give thee leave to die; but if thou diest before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well said! thou look'st cheerily; and I'll be with thee quickly.-Yet thou liest in the bleak air: come, I will bear thee to some shelter, and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this desert. Cheerly, good Adam. [Exeunt. SCENE VII.-The Same. A Table set out. Enter DUKE, Senior, AMIENS, Duke S. I think he be transform'd into a beast, 1 Lord. My lord, he is but even now gone hence : Here was he merry, hearing of a song. Duke S. If he, compact of jars, grow musical, We shall have shortly discord in the spheres.Go, seek him: tell him, I would speak with him. Enter JAQUES. 1 Lord. He saves my labour by his own approach. Duke S. Why, how now, monsieur! what a life is this, That your poor friends must woo your company! What, you look merrily. Jaq. A fool, a fool !—————————— I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool; (a miserable world!) As I do live by food, I met a fool, Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun, And rail'd on lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms,—and yet a motley fool. "Good-morrow, fool," quoth I: "No, sir," quoth he, "Call me not fool, till heaven hath sent me fortune." And then he drew a dial from his poke, 1 Rough. a duc-ad-me (come hither): says Hanmer. 3 comfortable: in f. e. |