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In
As You Like It
, witty words and romance play out against the disputes of divided pairs of brothers. Orlando’s older brother, Oliver, treats him badly and refuses him his small inheritance from their father’s estate; Oliver schemes instead to have Orlando die in a wrestling match. Meanwhile, Duke Frederick has forced his older brother, Duke Senior, into exile in the Forest of Arden.
Duke Senior’s daughter, Rosalind, and Duke Frederick’s daughter, Celia, meet the victorious Orlando at the wrestling match; Orlando and Rosalind fall in love. Banished by her uncle, Rosalind assumes a male identity and leaves with Celia and their fool, Touchstone. Orlando flees Oliver’s murderous plots.
In the Forest of Arden, Rosalind, in her male disguise, forms a teasing friendship with Orlando. Oliver, searching for Orlando, reforms after Orlando saves his life. Rosalind reveals her identity, triggering several weddings, including her own with Orlando and Celia’s with Oliver. Duke Frederick restores the dukedom to Duke Senior, who leaves the forest with his followers.
ACT
1
Scene
1
Enter
Orlando
and
Adam
.
As
I
remember
,
Adam
,
it
was
upon
this
fashion
bequeathed
me
by
will
but
poor
a
thousand
crowns
,
and
,
as
thou
sayst
,
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
me
,
begins
to
mutiny
against
this
servitude
.
I
will
no
ACT 1. SC. 1
longer
endure
it
,
though
yet
I
know
no
wise
remedy
how
to
avoid
it
.
Enter
Oliver
.
Yonder
comes
my
master
,
your
brother
.
Go
apart
,
Adam
,
and
thou
shalt
hear
how
he
will
shake
me
up
.
Adam
steps
aside
.
Now
,
sir
,
what
make
you
here
?
Nothing
.
I
am
not
taught
to
make
anything
.
What
mar
you
then
,
sir
?
Marry
,
sir
,
I
am
helping
you
to
mar
that
which
God
made
,
a
poor
unworthy
brother
of
yours
,
with
idleness
.
Marry
,
sir
,
be
better
employed
,
and
be
naught
awhile
.
Shall
I
keep
your
hogs
and
eat
husks
with
them
?
What
prodigal
portion
have
I
spent
that
I
should
come
to
such
penury
?
Know
you
where
you
are
,
sir
?
O
,
sir
,
very
well
:
here
in
your
orchard
.
Know
you
before
whom
,
sir
?
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
.
,
threatening
Orlando
What
,
boy
!
,
holding
off
Oliver
by
the
throat
Come
,
come
,
elder
brother
,
you
are
too
young
in
this
.
Wilt
thou
lay
hands
on
me
,
villain
?
I
am
no
villain
.
I
am
the
youngest
son
of
Sir
ACT 1. SC. 1
Rowland
de
Boys
.
He
was
my
father
,
and
he
is
thrice
a
villain
that
says
such
a
father
begot
villains
.
Wert
thou
not
my
brother
,
I
would
not
take
this
hand
from
thy
throat
till
this
other
had
pulled
out
thy
tongue
for
saying
so
.
Thou
hast
railed
on
thyself
.
,
coming
forward
Sweet
masters
,
be
patient
.
For
your
father’s
remembrance
,
be
at
accord
.
,
to
Orlando
Let
me
go
,
I
say
.
I
will
not
till
I
please
.
You
shall
hear
me
.
My
father
charged
you
in
his
will
to
give
me
good
education
.
You
have
trained
me
like
a
peasant
,
obscuring
and
hiding
from
me
all
gentlemanlike
qualities
.
The
spirit
of
my
father
grows
strong
in
me
,
and
I
will
no
longer
endure
it
.
Therefore
allow
me
such
exercises
as
may
become
a
gentleman
,
or
give
me
the
poor
allottery
my
father
left
me
by
testament
.
With
that
I
will
go
buy
my
fortunes
.
Orlando
releases
Oliver
.
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
.
I
will
no
further
offend
you
than
becomes
me
for
my
good
.
,
to
Adam
Get
you
with
him
,
you
old
dog
.
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
.
Orlando
and
Adam
exit
.
Is
it
even
so
?
Begin
you
to
grow
upon
me
?
I
will
physic
your
rankness
,
and
yet
give
no
thousand
crowns
neither
.
—
Holla
,
Dennis
!
Enter
Dennis
.
Calls
your
Worship
?
ACT 1. SC. 1
Was
not
Charles
,
the
Duke’s
wrestler
,
here
to
speak
with
me
?
So
please
you
,
he
is
here
at
the
door
and
importunes
access
to
you
.
Call
him
in
.
Dennis
exits
.
’Twill
be
a
good
way
,
and
tomorrow
the
wrestling
is
.
Enter
Charles
.
Good
morrow
to
your
Worship
.
Good
Monsieur
Charles
,
what’s
the
new
news
at
the
new
court
?
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
.
Can
you
tell
if
Rosalind
,
the
Duke’s
daughter
,
be
banished
with
her
father
?
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
.
Where
will
the
old
duke
live
?
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
.
What
,
you
wrestle
tomorrow
before
the
new
duke
?
ACT 1. SC. 1
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
.
Tomorrow
,
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
loath
to
foil
him
,
as
I
must
for
my
own
honor
if
he
come
in
.
Therefore
,
out
of
my
love
to
you
,
I
came
hither
to
acquaint
you
withal
,
that
either
you
might
stay
him
from
his
intendment
,
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
.
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
labored
to
dissuade
him
from
it
;
but
he
is
resolute
.
I’ll
tell
thee
,
Charles
,
it
is
the
stubbornest
young
fellow
of
France
,
full
of
ambition
,
an
envious
emulator
of
every
man’s
good
parts
,
a
secret
and
villainous
contriver
against
me
his
natural
brother
.
Therefore
use
thy
discretion
.
I
had
as
lief
thou
didst
break
his
neck
as
his
finger
.
And
thou
wert
best
look
to
’t
,
for
if
thou
dost
him
any
slight
disgrace
,
or
if
he
do
not
mightily
grace
himself
on
thee
,
he
will
practice
against
thee
by
poison
,
entrap
thee
by
some
treacherous
device
,
and
never
leave
thee
till
he
hath
ta’en
thy
life
by
some
indirect
means
or
other
.
For
I
assure
thee
—
and
almost
with
tears
I
speak
it
—
there
is
not
one
so
young
and
so
villainous
this
day
living
.
I
speak
but
brotherly
of
him
,
but
should
I
anatomize
him
to
thee
as
he
is
,
I
must
blush
and
weep
,
and
thou
must
look
pale
and
wonder
.
I
am
heartily
glad
I
came
hither
to
you
.
If
he
ACT 1. SC. 2
come
tomorrow
,
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
.
Farewell
,
good
Charles
.
Charles
exits
.
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
misprized
.
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
.
He
exits
.
Scene
2
Enter
Rosalind
and
Celia
.
I
pray
thee
,
Rosalind
,
sweet
my
coz
,
be
merry
.
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
.
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
wouldst
thou
,
if
the
truth
of
thy
love
to
me
were
so
righteously
tempered
as
mine
is
to
thee
.
Well
,
I
will
forget
the
condition
of
my
estate
to
rejoice
in
yours
.
ACT 1. SC. 2
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
honor
I
will
,
and
when
I
break
that
oath
,
let
me
turn
monster
.
Therefore
,
my
sweet
Rose
,
my
dear
Rose
,
be
merry
.
From
henceforth
I
will
,
coz
,
and
devise
sports
.
Let
me
see
—
what
think
you
of
falling
in
love
?
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
honor
come
off
again
.
What
shall
be
our
sport
,
then
?
Let
us
sit
and
mock
the
good
housewife
Fortune
from
her
wheel
,
that
her
gifts
may
henceforth
be
bestowed
equally
.
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
.
’Tis
true
,
for
those
that
she
makes
fair
she
scarce
makes
honest
,
and
those
that
she
makes
honest
she
makes
very
ill-favoredly
.
Nay
,
now
thou
goest
from
Fortune’s
office
to
Nature’s
.
Fortune
reigns
in
gifts
of
the
world
,
not
in
the
lineaments
of
nature
.
No
?
When
Nature
hath
made
a
fair
creature
,
may
she
not
by
fortune
fall
into
the
fire
?
Enter
Touchstone
.
Though
Nature
hath
given
us
wit
to
flout
at
Fortune
,
hath
not
Fortune
sent
in
this
fool
to
cut
off
the
argument
?
ACT 1. SC. 2
Indeed
,
there
is
Fortune
too
hard
for
Nature
,
when
Fortune
makes
Nature’s
natural
the
cutter-off
of
Nature’s
wit
.
Peradventure
this
is
not
Fortune’s
work
neither
,
but
Nature’s
,
who
perceiveth
our
natural
wits
too
dull
to
reason
of
such
goddesses
,
and
hath
sent
this
natural
for
our
whetstone
,
for
always
the
dullness
of
the
fool
is
the
whetstone
of
the
wits
.
To
Touchstone
.
How
now
,
wit
,
whither
wander
you
?
Mistress
,
you
must
come
away
to
your
father
.
Were
you
made
the
messenger
?
No
,
by
mine
honor
,
but
I
was
bid
to
come
for
you
.
Where
learned
you
that
oath
,
fool
?
Of
a
certain
knight
that
swore
by
his
honor
they
were
good
pancakes
,
and
swore
by
his
honor
the
mustard
was
naught
.
Now
,
I’ll
stand
to
it
,
the
pancakes
were
naught
and
the
mustard
was
good
,
and
yet
was
not
the
knight
forsworn
.
How
prove
you
that
in
the
great
heap
of
your
knowledge
?
Ay
,
marry
,
now
unmuzzle
your
wisdom
.
Stand
you
both
forth
now
:
stroke
your
chins
,
and
swear
by
your
beards
that
I
am
a
knave
.
By
our
beards
(
if
we
had
them
)
,
thou
art
.
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
honor
,
for
he
never
had
any
,
or
if
he
had
,
he
had
sworn
it
away
before
ever
he
saw
those
pancakes
or
that
mustard
.
Prithee
,
who
is
’t
that
thou
mean’st
?
One
that
old
Frederick
,
your
father
,
loves
.
My
father’s
love
is
enough
to
honor
him
.
ACT 1. SC. 2
Enough
.
Speak
no
more
of
him
;
you’ll
be
whipped
for
taxation
one
of
these
days
.
The
more
pity
that
fools
may
not
speak
wisely
what
wise
men
do
foolishly
.
By
my
troth
,
thou
sayest
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
.
With
his
mouth
full
of
news
.
Which
he
will
put
on
us
as
pigeons
feed
their
young
.
Then
shall
we
be
news-crammed
.
All
the
better
.
We
shall
be
the
more
marketable
.
—
Bonjour
,
Monsieur
Le
Beau
.
What’s
the
news
?
Fair
princess
,
you
have
lost
much
good
sport
.
Sport
?
Of
what
color
?
What
color
,
madam
?
How
shall
I
answer
you
?
As
wit
and
fortune
will
.
Or
as
the
destinies
decrees
.
Well
said
.
That
was
laid
on
with
a
trowel
.
Nay
,
if
I
keep
not
my
rank
—
Thou
losest
thy
old
smell
.
You
amaze
me
,
ladies
.
I
would
have
told
you
of
good
wrestling
,
which
you
have
lost
the
sight
of
.
Yet
tell
us
the
manner
of
the
wrestling
.
I
will
tell
you
the
beginning
,
and
if
it
please
your
Ladyships
,
you
may
see
the
end
,
for
the
best
is
yet
to
do
,
and
here
,
where
you
are
,
they
are
coming
to
perform
it
.
Well
,
the
beginning
that
is
dead
and
buried
.
There
comes
an
old
man
and
his
three
sons
—
I
could
match
this
beginning
with
an
old
tale
.
ACT 1. SC. 2
Three
proper
young
men
of
excellent
growth
and
presence
.
With
bills
on
their
necks
:
Be
it
known
unto
all
men
by
these
presents
.
The
eldest
of
the
three
wrestled
with
Charles
,
the
Duke’s
wrestler
,
which
Charles
in
a
moment
threw
him
and
broke
three
of
his
ribs
,
that
there
is
little
hope
of
life
in
him
.
So
he
served
the
second
,
and
so
the
third
.
Yonder
they
lie
,
the
poor
old
man
their
father
making
such
pitiful
dole
over
them
that
all
the
beholders
take
his
part
with
weeping
.
Alas
!
But
what
is
the
sport
,
monsieur
,
that
the
ladies
have
lost
?
Why
,
this
that
I
speak
of
.
Thus
men
may
grow
wiser
every
day
.
It
is
the
first
time
that
ever
I
heard
breaking
of
ribs
was
sport
for
ladies
.
Or
I
,
I
promise
thee
.
But
is
there
any
else
longs
to
see
this
broken
music
in
his
sides
?
Is
there
yet
another
dotes
upon
rib-breaking
?
Shall
we
see
this
wrestling
,
cousin
?
You
must
if
you
stay
here
,
for
here
is
the
place
appointed
for
the
wrestling
,
and
they
are
ready
to
perform
it
.
Yonder
sure
they
are
coming
.
Let
us
now
stay
and
see
it
.
Flourish
.
Enter
Duke
Frederick
,
Lords
,
Orlando
,
Charles
,
and
Attendants
.
Come
on
.
Since
the
youth
will
not
be
entreated
,
his
own
peril
on
his
forwardness
.
,
to
Le
Beau
Is
yonder
the
man
?
Even
he
,
madam
.
Alas
,
he
is
too
young
.
Yet
he
looks
successfully
.
ACT 1. SC. 2
How
now
,
daughter
and
cousin
?
Are
you
crept
hither
to
see
the
wrestling
?
Ay
,
my
liege
,
so
please
you
give
us
leave
.
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
.
Call
him
hither
,
good
Monsieur
Le
Beau
.
Do
so
.
I’ll
not
be
by
.
He
steps
aside
.
,
to
Orlando
Monsieur
the
challenger
,
the
Princess
calls
for
you
.
I
attend
them
with
all
respect
and
duty
.
Young
man
,
have
you
challenged
Charles
the
wrestler
?
No
,
fair
princess
.
He
is
the
general
challenger
.
I
come
but
in
as
others
do
,
to
try
with
him
the
strength
of
my
youth
.
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
.
Do
,
young
sir
.
Your
reputation
shall
not
therefore
be
misprized
.
We
will
make
it
our
suit
to
the
Duke
that
the
wrestling
might
not
go
forward
.
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
ACT 1. SC. 2
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
.
The
little
strength
that
I
have
,
I
would
it
were
with
you
.
And
mine
,
to
eke
out
hers
.
Fare
you
well
.
Pray
heaven
I
be
deceived
in
you
.
Your
heart’s
desires
be
with
you
.
Come
,
where
is
this
young
gallant
that
is
so
desirous
to
lie
with
his
mother
Earth
earth
?
Ready
,
sir
;
but
his
will
hath
in
it
a
more
modest
working
.
,
coming
forward
You
shall
try
but
one
fall
.
No
,
I
warrant
your
Grace
you
shall
not
entreat
him
to
a
second
,
that
have
so
mightily
persuaded
him
from
a
first
.
You
mean
to
mock
me
after
,
you
should
not
have
mocked
me
before
.
But
come
your
ways
.
Now
Hercules
be
thy
speed
,
young
man
!
I
would
I
were
invisible
,
to
catch
the
strong
fellow
by
the
leg
.
Orlando
and
Charles
wrestle
.
O
excellent
young
man
!
If
I
had
a
thunderbolt
in
mine
eye
,
I
can
tell
who
should
down
.
Orlando
throws
Charles
.
Shout
.
No
more
,
no
more
.
Yes
,
I
beseech
your
Grace
.
I
am
not
yet
well
breathed
.
How
dost
thou
,
Charles
?
He
cannot
speak
,
my
lord
.
Bear
him
away
.
Charles
is
carried
off
by
Attendants
.
What
is
thy
name
,
young
man
?
ACT 1. SC. 2
Orlando
,
my
liege
,
the
youngest
son
of
Sir
Rowland
de
Boys
.
I
would
thou
hadst
been
son
to
some
man
else
.
The
world
esteemed
thy
father
honorable
,
But
I
did
find
him
still
mine
enemy
.
Thou
shouldst
have
better
pleased
me
with
this
deed
Hadst
thou
descended
from
another
house
.
But
fare
thee
well
.
Thou
art
a
gallant
youth
.
I
would
thou
hadst
told
me
of
another
father
.
Duke
exits
with
Touchstone
,
Le
Beau
,
Lords
,
and
Attendants
.
,
to
Rosalind
Were
I
my
father
,
coz
,
would
I
do
this
?
I
am
more
proud
to
be
Sir
Rowland’s
son
,
His
youngest
son
,
and
would
not
change
that
calling
To
be
adopted
heir
to
Frederick
.
,
to
Celia
My
father
loved
Sir
Rowland
as
his
soul
,
And
all
the
world
was
of
my
father’s
mind
.
Had
I
before
known
this
young
man
his
son
,
I
should
have
given
him
tears
unto
entreaties
Ere
he
should
thus
have
ventured
.
Gentle
cousin
,
Let
us
go
thank
him
and
encourage
him
.
My
father’s
rough
and
envious
disposition
Sticks
me
at
heart
.
—
Sir
,
you
have
well
deserved
.
If
you
do
keep
your
promises
in
love
But
justly
,
as
you
have
exceeded
all
promise
,
Your
mistress
shall
be
happy
.
,
giving
Orlando
a
chain
from
her
neck
Gentleman
,
Wear
this
for
me
—
one
out
of
suits
with
Fortune
fortune
,
ACT 1. SC. 2
That
could
give
more
but
that
her
hand
lacks
means
.
—
Shall
we
go
,
coz
?
Ay
.
—
Fare
you
well
,
fair
gentleman
.
,
aside
Can
I
not
say
I
thank
you
?
My
better
parts
Are
all
thrown
down
,
and
that
which
here
stands
up
Is
but
a
quintain
,
a
mere
lifeless
block
.
,
to
Celia
He
calls
us
back
.
My
pride
fell
with
my
fortunes
.
I’ll
ask
him
what
he
would
.
—
Did
you
call
,
sir
?
Sir
,
you
have
wrestled
well
and
overthrown
More
than
your
enemies
.
Will
you
go
,
coz
?
Have
with
you
.
To
Orlando
.
Fare
you
well
.
Rosalind
and
Celia
exit
.
What
passion
hangs
these
weights
upon
my
tongue
?
I
cannot
speak
to
her
,
yet
she
urged
conference
.
O
poor
Orlando
!
Thou
art
overthrown
.
Or
Charles
or
something
weaker
masters
thee
.
Enter
Le
Beau
.
Good
sir
,
I
do
in
friendship
counsel
you
To
leave
this
place
.
Albeit
you
have
deserved
High
commendation
,
true
applause
,
and
love
,
Yet
such
is
now
the
Duke’s
condition
That
he
misconsters
all
that
you
have
done
.
The
Duke
is
humorous
.
What
he
is
indeed
More
suits
you
to
conceive
than
I
to
speak
of
.
I
thank
you
,
sir
,
and
pray
you
tell
me
this
:
Which
of
the
two
was
daughter
of
the
duke
That
here
was
at
the
wrestling
?
ACT 1. SC. 3
Neither
his
daughter
,
if
we
judge
by
manners
,
But
yet
indeed
the
smaller
is
his
daughter
.
The
other
is
daughter
to
the
banished
duke
,
And
here
detained
by
her
usurping
uncle
To
keep
his
daughter
company
,
whose
loves
Are
dearer
than
the
natural
bond
of
sisters
.
But
I
can
tell
you
that
of
late
this
duke
Hath
ta’en
displeasure
’gainst
his
gentle
niece
,
Grounded
upon
no
other
argument
But
that
the
people
praise
her
for
her
virtues
And
pity
her
for
her
good
father’s
sake
;
And
,
on
my
life
,
his
malice
’gainst
the
lady
Will
suddenly
break
forth
.
Sir
,
fare
you
well
.
Hereafter
,
in
a
better
world
than
this
,
I
shall
desire
more
love
and
knowledge
of
you
.
I
rest
much
bounden
to
you
.
Fare
you
well
.
Le
Beau
exits
.
Thus
must
I
from
the
smoke
into
the
smother
,
From
tyrant
duke
unto
a
tyrant
brother
.
But
heavenly
Rosalind
!
He
exits
.
Scene
3
Enter
Celia
and
Rosalind
.
Why
,
cousin
!
Why
,
Rosalind
!
Cupid
have
mercy
,
not
a
word
?
Not
one
to
throw
at
a
dog
.
No
,
thy
words
are
too
precious
to
be
cast
away
upon
curs
.
Throw
some
of
them
at
me
.
Come
,
lame
me
with
reasons
.
Then
there
were
two
cousins
laid
up
,
when
the
one
should
be
lamed
with
reasons
,
and
the
other
mad
without
any
.
ACT 1. SC. 3
But
is
all
this
for
your
father
?
No
,
some
of
it
is
for
my
child’s
father
.
O
,
how
full
of
briers
is
this
working-day
world
!
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
.
I
could
shake
them
off
my
coat
.
These
burs
are
in
my
heart
.
Hem
them
away
.
I
would
try
,
if
I
could
cry
hem
and
have
him
.
Come
,
come
,
wrestle
with
thy
affections
.
O
,
they
take
the
part
of
a
better
wrestler
than
myself
.
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
?
The
Duke
my
father
loved
his
father
dearly
.
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
.
No
,
faith
,
hate
him
not
,
for
my
sake
.
Why
should
I
not
?
Doth
he
not
deserve
well
?
Let
me
love
him
for
that
,
and
do
you
love
him
because
I
do
.
Enter
Duke
Frederick
with
Lords
.
Look
,
here
comes
the
Duke
.
With
his
eyes
full
of
anger
.
,
to
Rosalind
Mistress
,
dispatch
you
with
your
safest
haste
,
And
get
you
from
our
court
.
Me
,
uncle
?
ACT 1. SC. 3
You
,
cousin
.
Within
these
ten
days
if
that
thou
beest
found
So
near
our
public
court
as
twenty
miles
,
Thou
diest
for
it
.
I
do
beseech
your
Grace
,
Let
me
the
knowledge
of
my
fault
bear
with
me
.
If
with
myself
I
hold
intelligence
Or
have
acquaintance
with
mine
own
desires
,
If
that
I
do
not
dream
or
be
not
frantic
—
As
I
do
trust
I
am
not
—
then
,
dear
uncle
,
Never
so
much
as
in
a
thought
unborn
Did
I
offend
your
Highness
.
Thus
do
all
traitors
.
If
their
purgation
did
consist
in
words
,
They
are
as
innocent
as
grace
itself
.
Let
it
suffice
thee
that
I
trust
thee
not
.
Yet
your
mistrust
cannot
make
me
a
traitor
.
Tell
me
whereon
the
likelihood
depends
.
Thou
art
thy
father’s
daughter
.
There’s
enough
.
So
was
I
when
your
Highness
took
his
dukedom
.
So
was
I
when
your
Highness
banished
him
.
Treason
is
not
inherited
,
my
lord
,
Or
if
we
did
derive
it
from
our
friends
,
What’s
that
to
me
?
My
father
was
no
traitor
.
Then
,
good
my
liege
,
mistake
me
not
so
much
To
think
my
poverty
is
treacherous
.
Dear
sovereign
,
hear
me
speak
.
Ay
,
Celia
,
we
stayed
her
for
your
sake
;
Else
had
she
with
her
father
ranged
along
.
I
did
not
then
entreat
to
have
her
stay
.
It
was
your
pleasure
and
your
own
remorse
.
ACT 1. SC. 3
I
was
too
young
that
time
to
value
her
,
But
now
I
know
her
.
If
she
be
a
traitor
,
Why
,
so
am
I
.
We
still
have
slept
together
,
Rose
at
an
instant
,
learned
,
played
,
eat
together
,
And
,
wheresoe’er
we
went
,
like
Juno’s
swans
Still
we
went
coupled
and
inseparable
.
She
is
too
subtle
for
thee
,
and
her
smoothness
,
Her
very
silence
,
and
her
patience
Speak
to
the
people
,
and
they
pity
her
.
Thou
art
a
fool
.
She
robs
thee
of
thy
name
,
And
thou
wilt
show
more
bright
and
seem
more
virtuous
When
she
is
gone
.
Then
open
not
thy
lips
.
Firm
and
irrevocable
is
my
doom
Which
I
have
passed
upon
her
.
She
is
banished
.
Pronounce
that
sentence
then
on
me
,
my
liege
.
I
cannot
live
out
of
her
company
.
You
are
a
fool
.
—
You
,
niece
,
provide
yourself
.
If
you
outstay
the
time
,
upon
mine
honor
And
in
the
greatness
of
my
word
,
you
die
.
Duke
and
Lords
exit
.
O
my
poor
Rosalind
,
whither
wilt
thou
go
?
Wilt
thou
change
fathers
?
I
will
give
thee
mine
.
I
charge
thee
,
be
not
thou
more
grieved
than
I
am
.
I
have
more
cause
.
Thou
hast
not
,
cousin
.
Prithee
,
be
cheerful
.
Know’st
thou
not
the
Duke
Hath
banished
me
,
his
daughter
?
That
he
hath
not
.
No
,
hath
not
?
Rosalind
lacks
then
the
love
Which
teacheth
thee
that
thou
and
I
am
one
.
ACT 1. SC. 3
Shall
we
be
sundered
?
Shall
we
part
,
sweet
girl
?
No
,
let
my
father
seek
another
heir
.
Therefore
devise
with
me
how
we
may
fly
,
Whither
to
go
,
and
what
to
bear
with
us
,
And
do
not
seek
to
take
your
change
upon
you
,
To
bear
your
griefs
yourself
and
leave
me
out
.
For
,
by
this
heaven
,
now
at
our
sorrows
pale
,
Say
what
thou
canst
,
I’ll
go
along
with
thee
.
Why
,
whither
shall
we
go
?
To
seek
my
uncle
in
the
Forest
of
Arden
.
Alas
,
what
danger
will
it
be
to
us
,
Maids
as
we
are
,
to
travel
forth
so
far
?
Beauty
provoketh
thieves
sooner
than
gold
.
I’ll
put
myself
in
poor
and
mean
attire
,
And
with
a
kind
of
umber
smirch
my
face
.
The
like
do
you
.
So
shall
we
pass
along
And
never
stir
assailants
.
Were
it
not
better
,
Because
that
I
am
more
than
common
tall
,
That
I
did
suit
me
all
points
like
a
man
?
A
gallant
curtal-ax
upon
my
thigh
,
A
boar-spear
in
my
hand
,
and
in
my
heart
Lie
there
what
hidden
woman’s
fear
there
will
,
We’ll
have
a
swashing
and
a
martial
outside
—
As
many
other
mannish
cowards
have
That
do
outface
it
with
their
semblances
.
What
shall
I
call
thee
when
thou
art
a
man
?
I’ll
have
no
worse
a
name
than
Jove’s
own
page
,
And
therefore
look
you
call
me
Ganymede
.
But
what
will
you
be
called
?
ACT 1. SC. 3
Something
that
hath
a
reference
to
my
state
:
No
longer
Celia
,
but
Aliena
.
But
,
cousin
,
what
if
we
assayed
to
steal
The
clownish
fool
out
of
your
father’s
court
?
Would
he
not
be
a
comfort
to
our
travel
?
He’ll
go
along
o’er
the
wide
world
with
me
.
Leave
me
alone
to
woo
him
.
Let’s
away
And
get
our
jewels
and
our
wealth
together
,
Devise
the
fittest
time
and
safest
way
To
hide
us
from
pursuit
that
will
be
made
After
my
flight
.
Now
go
we
in
content
To
liberty
,
and
not
to
banishment
.
They
exit
.
ACT
2
Scene
1
Enter
Duke
Senior
,
Amiens
,
and
two
or
three
Lords
,
like
foresters
.
Now
,
my
co-mates
and
brothers
in
exile
,
Hath
not
old
custom
made
this
life
more
sweet
Than
that
of
painted
pomp
?
Are
not
these
woods
More
free
from
peril
than
the
envious
court
?
Here
feel
we
not
the
penalty
of
Adam
,
The
seasons’
difference
,
as
the
icy
fang
And
churlish
chiding
of
the
winter’s
wind
,
Which
when
it
bites
and
blows
upon
my
body
Even
till
I
shrink
with
cold
,
I
smile
and
say
This
is
no
flattery
.
These
are
counselors
That
feelingly
persuade
me
what
I
am
.
Sweet
are
the
uses
of
adversity
,
Which
,
like
the
toad
,
ugly
and
venomous
,
Wears
yet
a
precious
jewel
in
his
head
.
And
this
our
life
,
exempt
from
public
haunt
,
Finds
tongues
in
trees
,
books
in
the
running
brooks
,
Sermons
in
stones
,
and
good
in
everything
.
I
would
not
change
it
.
Happy
is
your
Grace
,
That
can
translate
the
stubbornness
of
fortune
Into
so
quiet
and
so
sweet
a
style
.
ACT 2. SC. 1
Come
,
shall
we
go
and
kill
us
venison
?
And
yet
it
irks
me
the
poor
dappled
fools
,
Being
native
burghers
of
this
desert
city
,
Should
in
their
own
confines
with
forkèd
heads
Have
their
round
haunches
gored
.
Indeed
,
my
lord
,
The
melancholy
Jaques
grieves
at
that
,
And
in
that
kind
swears
you
do
more
usurp
Than
doth
your
brother
that
hath
banished
you
.
Today
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
sequestered
stag
That
from
the
hunter’s
aim
had
ta’en
a
hurt
Did
come
to
languish
.
And
indeed
,
my
lord
,
The
wretched
animal
heaved
forth
such
groans
That
their
discharge
did
stretch
his
leathern
coat
Almost
to
bursting
,
and
the
big
round
tears
Coursed
one
another
down
his
innocent
nose
In
piteous
chase
.
And
thus
the
hairy
fool
,
Much
markèd
of
the
melancholy
Jaques
,
Stood
on
th’
extremest
verge
of
the
swift
brook
,
Augmenting
it
with
tears
.
But
what
said
Jaques
?
Did
he
not
moralize
this
spectacle
?
O
yes
,
into
a
thousand
similes
.
First
,
for
his
weeping
into
the
needless
stream
:
Poor
deer
,
quoth
he
,
thou
mak’st
a
testament
As
worldlings
do
,
giving
thy
sum
of
more
To
that
which
had
too
much
.
Then
,
being
there
alone
,
Left
and
abandoned
of
his
velvet
friends
:
’Tis
right
,
quoth
he
.
Thus
misery
doth
part
ACT 2. SC. 2
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
.
’Tis
just
the
fashion
.
Wherefore
do
you
look
Upon
that
poor
and
broken
bankrupt
there
?
Thus
most
invectively
he
pierceth
through
The
body
of
country
,
city
,
court
,
Yea
,
and
of
this
our
life
,
swearing
that
we
Are
mere
usurpers
,
tyrants
,
and
what’s
worse
,
To
fright
the
animals
and
to
kill
them
up
In
their
assigned
and
native
dwelling
place
.
And
did
you
leave
him
in
this
contemplation
?
We
did
,
my
lord
,
weeping
and
commenting
Upon
the
sobbing
deer
.
Show
me
the
place
.
I
love
to
cope
him
in
these
sullen
fits
,
For
then
he’s
full
of
matter
.
I’ll
bring
you
to
him
straight
.
They
exit
.
Scene
2
Enter
Duke
Frederick
with
Lords
.
Can
it
be
possible
that
no
man
saw
them
?
It
cannot
be
.
Some
villains
of
my
court
Are
of
consent
and
sufferance
in
this
.
I
cannot
hear
of
any
that
did
see
her
.
The
ladies
her
attendants
of
her
chamber
Saw
her
abed
,
and
in
the
morning
early
They
found
the
bed
untreasured
of
their
mistress
.
ACT 2. SC. 3
My
lord
,
the
roinish
clown
at
whom
so
oft
Your
Grace
was
wont
to
laugh
is
also
missing
.
Hisperia
,
the
Princess’
gentlewoman
,
Confesses
that
she
secretly
o’erheard
Your
daughter
and
her
cousin
much
commend
The
parts
and
graces
of
the
wrestler
That
did
but
lately
foil
the
sinewy
Charles
,
And
she
believes
wherever
they
are
gone
That
youth
is
surely
in
their
company
.
Send
to
his
brother
.
Fetch
that
gallant
hither
.
If
he
be
absent
,
bring
his
brother
to
me
.
I’ll
make
him
find
him
.
Do
this
suddenly
,
And
let
not
search
and
inquisition
quail
To
bring
again
these
foolish
runaways
.
They
exit
.
Scene
3
Enter
Orlando
and
Adam
,
meeting
.
Who’s
there
?
What
,
my
young
master
,
O
my
gentle
master
,
O
my
sweet
master
,
O
you
memory
Of
old
Sir
Rowland
!
Why
,
what
make
you
here
?
Why
are
you
virtuous
?
Why
do
people
love
you
?
And
wherefore
are
you
gentle
,
strong
,
and
valiant
?
Why
would
you
be
so
fond
to
overcome
The
bonny
prizer
of
the
humorous
duke
?
Your
praise
is
come
too
swiftly
home
before
you
.
Know
you
not
,
master
,
to
some
kind
of
men
Their
graces
serve
them
but
as
enemies
?
No
more
do
yours
.
Your
virtues
,
gentle
master
,
Are
sanctified
and
holy
traitors
to
you
.
ACT 2. SC. 3
O
,
what
a
world
is
this
when
what
is
comely
Envenoms
him
that
bears
it
!
Why
,
what’s
the
matter
?
O
unhappy
youth
,
Come
not
within
these
doors
.
Within
this
roof
The
enemy
of
all
your
graces
lives
.
Your
brother
—
no
,
no
brother
—
yet
the
son
—
Yet
not
the
son
,
I
will
not
call
him
son
—
Of
him
I
was
about
to
call
his
father
,
Hath
heard
your
praises
,
and
this
night
he
means
To
burn
the
lodging
where
you
use
to
lie
,
And
you
within
it
.
If
he
fail
of
that
,
He
will
have
other
means
to
cut
you
off
.
I
overheard
him
and
his
practices
.
This
is
no
place
,
this
house
is
but
a
butchery
.
Abhor
it
,
fear
it
,
do
not
enter
it
.
Why
,
whither
,
Adam
,
wouldst
thou
have
me
go
?
No
matter
whither
,
so
you
come
not
here
.
What
,
wouldst
thou
have
me
go
and
beg
my
food
,
Or
with
a
base
and
boist’rous
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
blood
and
bloody
brother
.
But
do
not
so
.
I
have
five
hundred
crowns
,
The
thrifty
hire
I
saved
under
your
father
,
Which
I
did
store
to
be
my
foster
nurse
When
service
should
in
my
old
limbs
lie
lame
,
And
unregarded
age
in
corners
thrown
.
Take
that
,
and
He
that
doth
the
ravens
feed
,
Yea
,
providently
caters
for
the
sparrow
,
ACT 2. SC. 3
Be
comfort
to
my
age
.
Here
is
the
gold
.
All
this
I
give
you
.
Let
me
be
your
servant
.
Though
I
look
old
,
yet
I
am
strong
and
lusty
,
For
in
my
youth
I
never
did
apply
Hot
and
rebellious
liquors
in
my
blood
,
Nor
did
not
with
unbashful
forehead
woo
The
means
of
weakness
and
debility
.
Therefore
my
age
is
as
a
lusty
winter
,
Frosty
but
kindly
.
Let
me
go
with
you
.
I’ll
do
the
service
of
a
younger
man
In
all
your
business
and
necessities
.
O
good
old
man
,
how
well
in
thee
appears
The
constant
service
of
the
antique
world
,
When
service
sweat
for
duty
,
not
for
meed
.
Thou
art
not
for
the
fashion
of
these
times
,
Where
none
will
sweat
but
for
promotion
,
And
having
that
do
choke
their
service
up
Even
with
the
having
.
It
is
not
so
with
thee
.
But
,
poor
old
man
,
thou
prun’st
a
rotten
tree
That
cannot
so
much
as
a
blossom
yield
In
lieu
of
all
thy
pains
and
husbandry
.
But
come
thy
ways
.
We’ll
go
along
together
,
And
ere
we
have
thy
youthful
wages
spent
,
We’ll
light
upon
some
settled
low
content
.
Master
,
go
on
,
and
I
will
follow
thee
To
the
last
gasp
with
truth
and
loyalty
.
From
seventeen
years
till
now
almost
fourscore
Here
livèd
I
,
but
now
live
here
no
more
.
At
seventeen
years
,
many
their
fortunes
seek
,
But
at
fourscore
,
it
is
too
late
a
week
.
Yet
fortune
cannot
recompense
me
better
Than
to
die
well
,
and
not
my
master’s
debtor
.
They
exit
.
ACT 2. SC. 4
Scene
4
Enter
Rosalind
for
Ganymede
,
Celia
for
Aliena
,
and
Clown
,
alias
Touchstone
.
O
Jupiter
,
how
weary
are
my
spirits
!
I
care
not
for
my
spirits
,
if
my
legs
were
not
weary
.
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
itself
courageous
to
petticoat
.
Therefore
courage
,
good
Aliena
.
I
pray
you
bear
with
me
.
I
cannot
go
no
further
.
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
.
Well
,
this
is
the
Forest
of
Arden
.
Ay
,
now
am
I
in
Arden
,
the
more
fool
I
.
When
I
was
at
home
I
was
in
a
better
place
,
but
travelers
must
be
content
.
Ay
,
be
so
,
good
Touchstone
.
Enter
Corin
and
Silvius
.
Look
you
who
comes
here
,
a
young
man
and
an
old
in
solemn
talk
.
Rosalind
,
Celia
,
and
Touchstone
step
aside
and
eavesdrop
.
,
to
Silvius
That
is
the
way
to
make
her
scorn
you
still
.
O
Corin
,
that
thou
knew’st
how
I
do
love
her
!
I
partly
guess
,
for
I
have
loved
ere
now
.
ACT 2. SC. 4
No
,
Corin
,
being
old
,
thou
canst
not
guess
,
Though
in
thy
youth
thou
wast
as
true
a
lover
As
ever
sighed
upon
a
midnight
pillow
.
But
if
thy
love
were
ever
like
to
mine
—
As
sure
I
think
did
never
man
love
so
—
How
many
actions
most
ridiculous
Hast
thou
been
drawn
to
by
thy
fantasy
?
Into
a
thousand
that
I
have
forgotten
.
O
,
thou
didst
then
never
love
so
heartily
.
If
thou
rememb’rest
not
the
slightest
folly
That
ever
love
did
make
thee
run
into
,
Thou
hast
not
loved
.
Or
if
thou
hast
not
sat
as
I
do
now
,
Wearing
thy
hearer
in
thy
mistress’
praise
,
Thou
hast
not
loved
.
Or
if
thou
hast
not
broke
from
company
Abruptly
,
as
my
passion
now
makes
me
,
Thou
hast
not
loved
.
O
Phoebe
,
Phoebe
,
Phoebe
!
He
exits
.
Alas
,
poor
shepherd
,
searching
of
thy
wound
,
I
have
by
hard
adventure
found
mine
own
.
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
chopped
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
.
ACT 2. SC. 4
Thou
speak’st
wiser
than
thou
art
ware
of
.
Nay
,
I
shall
ne’er
be
ware
of
mine
own
wit
till
I
break
my
shins
against
it
.
Jove
,
Jove
,
this
shepherd’s
passion
Is
much
upon
my
fashion
.
And
mine
,
but
it
grows
something
stale
with
me
.
I
pray
you
,
one
of
you
question
yond
man
,
if
he
for
gold
will
give
us
any
food
.
I
faint
almost
to
death
.
,
to
Corin
Holla
,
you
clown
!
Peace
,
fool
.
He’s
not
thy
kinsman
.
Who
calls
?
Your
betters
,
sir
.
Else
are
they
very
wretched
.
,
to
Touchstone
Peace
,
I
say
.
As
Ganymede
,
to
Corin
.
Good
even
to
you
,
friend
.
And
to
you
,
gentle
sir
,
and
to
you
all
.
,
as
Ganymede
I
prithee
,
shepherd
,
if
that
love
or
gold
Can
in
this
desert
place
buy
entertainment
,
Bring
us
where
we
may
rest
ourselves
and
feed
.
Here’s
a
young
maid
with
travel
much
oppressed
,
.
And
faints
for
succor
.
Fair
sir
,
I
pity
her
And
wish
for
her
sake
more
than
for
mine
own
My
fortunes
were
more
able
to
relieve
her
.
But
I
am
shepherd
to
another
man
And
do
not
shear
the
fleeces
that
I
graze
.
My
master
is
of
churlish
disposition
And
little
recks
to
find
the
way
to
heaven
By
doing
deeds
of
hospitality
.
Besides
,
his
cote
,
his
flocks
,
and
bounds
of
feed
Are
now
on
sale
,
and
at
our
sheepcote
now
,
ACT 2. SC. 5
By
reason
of
his
absence
,
there
is
nothing
That
you
will
feed
on
.
But
what
is
,
come
see
,
And
in
my
voice
most
welcome
shall
you
be
.
,
as
Ganymede
What
is
he
that
shall
buy
his
flock
and
pasture
?
That
young
swain
that
you
saw
here
but
erewhile
,
That
little
cares
for
buying
anything
.
,
as
Ganymede
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
.
,
as
Aliena
And
we
will
mend
thy
wages
.
I
like
this
place
,
And
willingly
could
waste
my
time
in
it
.
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
And
buy
it
with
your
gold
right
suddenly
.
They
exit
.
Scene
5
Enter
Amiens
,
Jaques
,
and
others
.
Song
.
sings
Under
the
greenwood
tree
Who
loves
to
lie
with
me
And
turn
his
merry
note
Unto
the
sweet
bird’s
throat
,
Come
hither
,
come
hither
,
come
hither
.
Here
shall
he
see
No
enemy
But
winter
and
rough
weather
.
More
,
more
,
I
prithee
,
more
.
ACT 2. SC. 5
It
will
make
you
melancholy
,
Monsieur
Jaques
.
I
thank
it
.
More
,
I
prithee
,
more
.
I
can
suck
melancholy
out
of
a
song
as
a
weasel
sucks
eggs
.
More
,
I
prithee
,
more
.
My
voice
is
ragged
.
I
know
I
cannot
please
you
.
I
do
not
desire
you
to
please
me
.
I
do
desire
you
to
sing
.
Come
,
more
,
another
stanzo
.
Call
you
’em
stanzos
?
What
you
will
,
Monsieur
Jaques
.
Nay
,
I
care
not
for
their
names
.
They
owe
me
nothing
.
Will
you
sing
?
More
at
your
request
than
to
please
myself
.
Well
then
,
if
ever
I
thank
any
man
,
I’ll
thank
you
.
But
that
they
call
compliment
is
like
th’
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
.
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
.
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
.
Song
.
together
here
.
Who
doth
ambition
shun
And
loves
to
live
i’
th’
sun
,
Seeking
the
food
he
eats
And
pleased
with
what
he
gets
,
Come
hither
,
come
hither
,
come
hither
.
Here
shall
he
see
No
enemy
But
winter
and
rough
weather
.
ACT 2. SC. 6
I’ll
give
you
a
verse
to
this
note
that
I
made
yesterday
in
despite
of
my
invention
.
And
I’ll
sing
it
.
Thus
it
goes
:
If
it
do
come
to
pass
That
any
man
turn
ass
,
Leaving
his
wealth
and
ease
A
stubborn
will
to
please
,
Ducdame
,
ducdame
,
ducdame
.
Here
shall
he
see
Gross
fools
as
he
,
An
if
he
will
come
to
me
.
What’s
that
ducdame
?
’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
.
And
I’ll
go
seek
the
Duke
.
His
banquet
is
prepared
.
They
exit
.
Scene
6
Enter
Orlando
and
Adam
.
Dear
master
,
I
can
go
no
further
.
O
,
I
die
for
food
.
Here
lie
I
down
and
measure
out
my
grave
.
Farewell
,
kind
master
.
He
lies
down
.
Why
,
how
now
,
Adam
?
No
greater
heart
in
thee
?
Live
a
little
,
comfort
a
little
,
cheer
thyself
a
little
.
If
this
uncouth
forest
yield
anything
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
comfortable
.
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
ACT 2. SC. 7
a
mocker
of
my
labor
.
Well
said
.
Thou
look’st
cheerly
,
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
anything
in
this
desert
.
Cheerly
,
good
Adam
.
They
exit
.
Scene
7
Enter
Duke
Senior
and
Lords
,
like
outlaws
.
I
think
he
be
transformed
into
a
beast
,
For
I
can
nowhere
find
him
like
a
man
.
My
lord
,
he
is
but
even
now
gone
hence
.
Here
was
he
merry
,
hearing
of
a
song
.
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
.
He
saves
my
labor
by
his
own
approach
.
,
to
Jaques
Why
,
how
now
,
monsieur
?
What
a
life
is
this
That
your
poor
friends
must
woo
your
company
?
What
,
you
look
merrily
.
A
fool
,
a
fool
,
I
met
a
fool
i’
th’
forest
,
A
motley
fool
.
A
miserable
world
!
As
I
do
live
by
food
,
I
met
a
fool
,
Who
laid
him
down
and
basked
him
in
the
sun
And
railed
on
Lady
Fortune
in
good
terms
,
ACT 2. SC. 7
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
And
,
looking
on
it
with
lack-luster
eye
,
Says
very
wisely
It
is
ten
o’clock
.
Thus
we
may
see
,
quoth
he
,
how
the
world
wags
.
’Tis
but
an
hour
ago
since
it
was
nine
,
And
after
one
hour
more
’twill
be
eleven
.
And
so
from
hour
to
hour
we
ripe
and
ripe
,
And
then
from
hour
to
hour
we
rot
and
rot
,
And
thereby
hangs
a
tale
.
When
I
did
hear
The
motley
fool
thus
moral
on
the
time
,
My
lungs
began
to
crow
like
chanticleer
That
fools
should
be
so
deep-contemplative
,
And
I
did
laugh
sans
intermission
An
hour
by
his
dial
.
O
noble
fool
!
A
worthy
fool
!
Motley’s
the
only
wear
.
What
fool
is
this
?
O
worthy
fool
!
—
One
that
hath
been
a
courtier
,
And
says
If
ladies
be
but
young
and
fair
,
They
have
the
gift
to
know
it
.
And
in
his
brain
,
Which
is
as
dry
as
the
remainder
biscuit
After
a
voyage
,
he
hath
strange
places
crammed
With
observation
,
the
which
he
vents
In
mangled
forms
.
O
,
that
I
were
a
fool
!
I
am
ambitious
for
a
motley
coat
.
Thou
shalt
have
one
.
It
is
my
only
suit
,
Provided
that
you
weed
your
better
judgments
Of
all
opinion
that
grows
rank
in
them
That
I
am
wise
.
I
must
have
liberty
Withal
,
as
large
a
charter
as
the
wind
,
ACT 2. SC. 7
To
blow
on
whom
I
please
,
for
so
fools
have
.
And
they
that
are
most
gallèd
with
my
folly
,
They
most
must
laugh
.
And
why
,
sir
,
must
they
so
?
The
why
is
plain
as
way
to
parish
church
:
He
that
a
fool
doth
very
wisely
hit
Doth
very
foolishly
,
although
he
smart
,
Not
to
seem
senseless
of
the
bob
.
If
not
,
The
wise
man’s
folly
is
anatomized
Even
by
the
squand’ring
glances
of
the
fool
.
Invest
me
in
my
motley
.
Give
me
leave
To
speak
my
mind
,
and
I
will
through
and
through
Cleanse
the
foul
body
of
th’
infected
world
,
If
they
will
patiently
receive
my
medicine
.
Fie
on
thee
!
I
can
tell
what
thou
wouldst
do
.
What
,
for
a
counter
,
would
I
do
but
good
?
Most
mischievous
foul
sin
in
chiding
sin
;
For
thou
thyself
hast
been
a
libertine
,
As
sensual
as
the
brutish
sting
itself
,
And
all
th’
embossèd
sores
and
headed
evils
That
thou
with
license
of
free
foot
hast
caught
Wouldst
thou
disgorge
into
the
general
world
.
Why
,
who
cries
out
on
pride
That
can
therein
tax
any
private
party
?
Doth
it
not
flow
as
hugely
as
the
sea
Till
that
the
weary
very
means
do
ebb
?
What
woman
in
the
city
do
I
name
When
that
I
say
the
city-woman
bears
The
cost
of
princes
on
unworthy
shoulders
?
Who
can
come
in
and
say
that
I
mean
her
,
When
such
a
one
as
she
such
is
her
neighbor
?
Or
what
is
he
of
basest
function
That
says
his
bravery
is
not
on
my
cost
,
Thinking
that
I
mean
him
,
but
therein
suits
ACT 2. SC. 7
His
folly
to
the
mettle
of
my
speech
?
There
then
.
How
then
,
what
then
?
Let
me
see
wherein
My
tongue
hath
wronged
him
.
If
it
do
him
right
,
Then
he
hath
wronged
himself
.
If
he
be
free
,
Why
then
my
taxing
like
a
wild
goose
flies
Unclaimed
of
any
man
.
Enter
Orlando
,
brandishing
a
sword
.
But
who
comes
here
?
Forbear
,
and
eat
no
more
.
Why
,
I
have
eat
none
yet
.
Nor
shalt
not
till
necessity
be
served
.
Of
what
kind
should
this
cock
come
of
?
,
to
Orlando
Art
thou
thus
boldened
,
man
,
by
thy
distress
,
Or
else
a
rude
despiser
of
good
manners
,
That
in
civility
thou
seem’st
so
empty
?
You
touched
my
vein
at
first
.
The
thorny
point
Of
bare
distress
hath
ta’en
from
me
the
show
Of
smooth
civility
,
yet
am
I
inland
bred
And
know
some
nurture
.
But
forbear
,
I
say
.
He
dies
that
touches
any
of
this
fruit
Till
I
and
my
affairs
are
answerèd
.
An
you
will
not
be
answered
with
reason
,
I
must
die
.
,
to
Orlando
What
would
you
have
?
Your
gentleness
shall
force
More
than
your
force
move
us
to
gentleness
.
I
almost
die
for
food
,
and
let
me
have
it
.
Sit
down
and
feed
,
and
welcome
to
our
table
.
ACT 2. SC. 7
Speak
you
so
gently
?
Pardon
me
,
I
pray
you
.
I
thought
that
all
things
had
been
savage
here
,
And
therefore
put
I
on
the
countenance
Of
stern
commandment
.
But
whate’er
you
are
That
in
this
desert
inaccessible
,
Under
the
shade
of
melancholy
boughs
,
Lose
and
neglect
the
creeping
hours
of
time
,
If
ever
you
have
looked
on
better
days
,
If
ever
been
where
bells
have
knolled
to
church
,
If
ever
sat
at
any
good
man’s
feast
,
If
ever
from
your
eyelids
wiped
a
tear
And
know
what
’tis
to
pity
and
be
pitied
,
Let
gentleness
my
strong
enforcement
be
,
In
the
which
hope
I
blush
and
hide
my
sword
.
He
sheathes
his
sword
.
True
is
it
that
we
have
seen
better
days
,
And
have
with
holy
bell
been
knolled
to
church
,
And
sat
at
good
men’s
feasts
and
wiped
our
eyes
Of
drops
that
sacred
pity
hath
engendered
.
And
therefore
sit
you
down
in
gentleness
,
And
take
upon
command
what
help
we
have
That
to
your
wanting
may
be
ministered
.
Then
but
forbear
your
food
a
little
while
Whiles
,
like
a
doe
,
I
go
to
find
my
fawn
And
give
it
food
.
There
is
an
old
poor
man
Who
after
me
hath
many
a
weary
step
Limped
in
pure
love
.
Till
he
be
first
sufficed
,
Oppressed
with
two
weak
evils
,
age
and
hunger
,
I
will
not
touch
a
bit
.
Go
find
him
out
,
And
we
will
nothing
waste
till
you
return
.
I
thank
you
;
and
be
blessed
for
your
good
comfort
.
He
exits
.
ACT 2. SC. 7
Thou
seest
we
are
not
all
alone
unhappy
.
This
wide
and
universal
theater
Presents
more
woeful
pageants
than
the
scene
Wherein
we
play
in
.
All
the
world’s
a
stage
,
And
all
the
men
and
women
merely
players
.
They
have
their
exits
and
their
entrances
,
And
one
man
in
his
time
plays
many
parts
,
His
acts
being
seven
ages
.
At
first
the
infant
,
Mewling
and
puking
in
the
nurse’s
arms
.
Then
the
whining
schoolboy
with
his
satchel
And
shining
morning
face
,
creeping
like
snail
Unwillingly
to
school
.
And
then
the
lover
,
Sighing
like
furnace
,
with
a
woeful
ballad
Made
to
his
mistress’
eyebrow
.
Then
a
soldier
,
Full
of
strange
oaths
and
bearded
like
the
pard
,
Jealous
in
honor
,
sudden
and
quick
in
quarrel
,
Seeking
the
bubble
reputation
Even
in
the
cannon’s
mouth
.
And
then
the
justice
,
In
fair
round
belly
with
good
capon
lined
,
With
eyes
severe
and
beard
of
formal
cut
,
Full
of
wise
saws
and
modern
instances
;
And
so
he
plays
his
part
.
The
sixth
age
shifts
Into
the
lean
and
slippered
pantaloon
With
spectacles
on
nose
and
pouch
on
side
,
His
youthful
hose
,
well
saved
,
a
world
too
wide
For
his
shrunk
shank
,
and
his
big
manly
voice
,
Turning
again
toward
childish
treble
,
pipes
And
whistles
in
his
sound
.
Last
scene
of
all
,
That
ends
this
strange
eventful
history
,
Is
second
childishness
and
mere
oblivion
,
Sans
teeth
,
sans
eyes
,
sans
taste
,
sans
everything
.
Enter
Orlando
,
carrying
Adam
.
ACT 2. SC. 7
Welcome
.
Set
down
your
venerable
burden
,
And
let
him
feed
.
I
thank
you
most
for
him
.
So
had
you
need
.
—
I
scarce
can
speak
to
thank
you
for
myself
.
Welcome
.
Fall
to
.
I
will
not
trouble
you
As
yet
to
question
you
about
your
fortunes
.
—
Give
us
some
music
,
and
,
good
cousin
,
sing
.
The
Duke
and
Orlando
continue
their
conversation
,
apart
.
Song
.
sings
Blow
,
blow
,
thou
winter
wind
.
Thou
art
not
so
unkind
As
man’s
ingratitude
.
Thy
tooth
is
not
so
keen
,
Because
thou
art
not
seen
,
Although
thy
breath
be
rude
.
Heigh-ho
,
sing
heigh-ho
,
unto
the
green
holly
.
Most
friendship
is
feigning
,
most
loving
mere
folly
.
Then
heigh-ho
,
the
holly
.
This
life
is
most
jolly
.
Freeze
,
freeze
,
thou
bitter
sky
,
That
dost
not
bite
so
nigh
As
benefits
forgot
.
Though
thou
the
waters
warp
,
Thy
sting
is
not
so
sharp
As
friend
remembered
not
.
Heigh-ho
,
sing
heigh-ho
,
unto
the
green
holly
.
Most
friendship
is
feigning
,
most
loving
mere
folly
.
Then
heigh-ho
,
the
holly
.
This
life
is
most
jolly
.
ACT 2. SC. 7
,
to
Orlando
If
that
you
were
the
good
Sir
Rowland’s
son
,
As
you
have
whispered
faithfully
you
were
,
And
as
mine
eye
doth
his
effigies
witness
Most
truly
limned
and
living
in
your
face
,
Be
truly
welcome
hither
.
I
am
the
duke
That
loved
your
father
.
The
residue
of
your
fortune
Go
to
my
cave
and
tell
me
.
—
Good
old
man
,
Thou
art
right
welcome
as
thy
master
is
.
To
Lords
.
Support
him
by
the
arm
.
To
Orlando
.
Give
me
your
hand
,
And
let
me
all
your
fortunes
understand
.
They
exit
.
ACT
3
Scene
1
Enter
Duke
Frederick
,
Lords
,
and
Oliver
.
,
to
Oliver
Not
see
him
since
?
Sir
,
sir
,
that
cannot
be
.
But
were
I
not
the
better
part
made
mercy
,
I
should
not
seek
an
absent
argument
Of
my
revenge
,
thou
present
.
But
look
to
it
:
Find
out
thy
brother
wheresoe’er
he
is
.
Seek
him
with
candle
.
Bring
him
,
dead
or
living
,
Within
this
twelvemonth
,
or
turn
thou
no
more
To
seek
a
living
in
our
territory
.
Thy
lands
and
all
things
that
thou
dost
call
thine
,
Worth
seizure
,
do
we
seize
into
our
hands
Till
thou
canst
quit
thee
by
thy
brother’s
mouth
Of
what
we
think
against
thee
.
O
,
that
your
Highness
knew
my
heart
in
this
:
I
never
loved
my
brother
in
my
life
.
More
villain
thou
.
—
Well
,
push
him
out
of
doors
,
And
let
my
officers
of
such
a
nature
Make
an
extent
upon
his
house
and
lands
.
Do
this
expediently
,
and
turn
him
going
.
They
exit
.
ACT 3. SC. 2
Scene
2
Enter
Orlando
,
with
a
paper
.
Hang
there
,
my
verse
,
in
witness
of
my
love
.
And
thou
,
thrice-crownèd
queen
of
night
,
survey
With
thy
chaste
eye
,
from
thy
pale
sphere
above
,
Thy
huntress’
name
that
my
full
life
doth
sway
.
O
Rosalind
,
these
trees
shall
be
my
books
,
And
in
their
barks
my
thoughts
I’ll
character
,
That
every
eye
which
in
this
forest
looks
Shall
see
thy
virtue
witnessed
everywhere
.
Run
,
run
,
Orlando
,
carve
on
every
tree
The
fair
,
the
chaste
,
and
unexpressive
she
.
He
exits
.
Enter
Corin
and
Touchstone
.
And
how
like
you
this
shepherd’s
life
,
Master
Touchstone
?
Truly
,
shepherd
,
in
respect
of
itself
,
it
is
a
good
life
;
but
in
respect
that
it
is
a
shepherd’s
life
,
it
is
naught
.
In
respect
that
it
is
solitary
,
I
like
it
very
well
;
but
in
respect
that
it
is
private
,
it
is
a
very
vile
life
.
Now
in
respect
it
is
in
the
fields
,
it
pleaseth
me
well
;
but
in
respect
it
is
not
in
the
court
,
it
is
tedious
.
As
it
is
a
spare
life
,
look
you
,
it
fits
my
humor
well
;
but
as
there
is
no
more
plenty
in
it
,
it
goes
much
against
my
stomach
.
Hast
any
philosophy
in
thee
,
shepherd
?
No
more
but
that
I
know
the
more
one
sickens
,
the
worse
at
ease
he
is
,
and
that
he
that
wants
money
,
means
,
and
content
is
without
three
good
friends
;
that
the
property
of
rain
is
to
wet
,
and
fire
to
burn
;
that
good
pasture
makes
fat
sheep
;
and
that
a
great
cause
of
the
night
is
lack
of
the
sun
;
that
he
that
hath
learned
no
wit
by
nature
nor
art
may
ACT 3. SC. 2
complain
of
good
breeding
or
comes
of
a
very
dull
kindred
.
Such
a
one
is
a
natural
philosopher
.
Wast
ever
in
court
,
shepherd
?
No
,
truly
.
Then
thou
art
damned
.
Nay
,
I
hope
.
Truly
,
thou
art
damned
,
like
an
ill-roasted
egg
,
all
on
one
side
.
For
not
being
at
court
?
Your
reason
.
Why
,
if
thou
never
wast
at
court
,
thou
never
saw’st
good
manners
;
if
thou
never
saw’st
good
manners
,
then
thy
manners
must
be
wicked
,
and
wickedness
is
sin
,
and
sin
is
damnation
.
Thou
art
in
a
parlous
state
,
shepherd
.
Not
a
whit
,
Touchstone
.
Those
that
are
good
manners
at
the
court
are
as
ridiculous
in
the
country
as
the
behavior
of
the
country
is
most
mockable
at
the
court
.
You
told
me
you
salute
not
at
the
court
but
you
kiss
your
hands
.
That
courtesy
would
be
uncleanly
if
courtiers
were
shepherds
.
Instance
,
briefly
.
Come
,
instance
.
Why
,
we
are
still
handling
our
ewes
,
and
their
fells
,
you
know
,
are
greasy
.
Why
,
do
not
your
courtier’s
hands
sweat
?
And
is
not
the
grease
of
a
mutton
as
wholesome
as
the
sweat
of
a
man
?
Shallow
,
shallow
.
A
better
instance
,
I
say
.
Come
.
Besides
,
our
hands
are
hard
.
Your
lips
will
feel
them
the
sooner
.
Shallow
again
.
A
more
sounder
instance
.
Come
.
And
they
are
often
tarred
over
with
the
surgery
of
our
sheep
;
and
would
you
have
us
kiss
tar
?
The
courtier’s
hands
are
perfumed
with
civet
.
Most
shallow
man
.
Thou
worms’
meat
in
respect
of
a
good
piece
of
flesh
,
indeed
.
Learn
of
the
ACT 3. SC. 2
wise
and
perpend
:
civet
is
of
a
baser
birth
than
tar
,
the
very
uncleanly
flux
of
a
cat
.
Mend
the
instance
,
shepherd
.
You
have
too
courtly
a
wit
for
me
.
I’ll
rest
.
Wilt
thou
rest
damned
?
God
help
thee
,
shallow
man
.
God
make
incision
in
thee
;
thou
art
raw
.
Sir
,
I
am
a
true
laborer
.
I
earn
that
I
eat
,
get
that
I
wear
,
owe
no
man
hate
,
envy
no
man’s
happiness
,
glad
of
other
men’s
good
,
content
with
my
harm
,
and
the
greatest
of
my
pride
is
to
see
my
ewes
graze
and
my
lambs
suck
.
That
is
another
simple
sin
in
you
,
to
bring
the
ewes
and
the
rams
together
and
to
offer
to
get
your
living
by
the
copulation
of
cattle
;
to
be
bawd
to
a
bell-wether
and
to
betray
a
she-lamb
of
a
twelvemonth
to
a
crooked-pated
old
cuckoldly
ram
,
out
of
all
reasonable
match
.
If
thou
be’st
not
damned
for
this
,
the
devil
himself
will
have
no
shepherds
.
I
cannot
see
else
how
thou
shouldst
’scape
.
Enter
Rosalind
,
as
Ganymede
.
Here
comes
young
Master
Ganymede
,
my
new
mistress’s
brother
.
,
as
Ganymede
,
reading
a
paper
From
the
east
to
western
Ind
No
jewel
is
like
Rosalind
.
Her
worth
being
mounted
on
the
wind
,
Through
all
the
world
bears
Rosalind
.
All
the
pictures
fairest
lined
Are
but
black
to
Rosalind
.
Let
no
face
be
kept
in
mind
But
the
fair
of
Rosalind
.
I’ll
rhyme
you
so
eight
years
together
,
dinners
and
suppers
and
sleeping
hours
excepted
.
It
is
the
right
butter-women’s
rank
to
market
.
ACT 3. SC. 2
,
as
Ganymede
Out
,
fool
.
For
a
taste
:
If
a
hart
do
lack
a
hind
,
Let
him
seek
out
Rosalind
.
If
the
cat
will
after
kind
,
So
be
sure
will
Rosalind
.
Wintered
garments
must
be
lined
;
So
must
slender
Rosalind
.
They
that
reap
must
sheaf
and
bind
;
Then
to
cart
with
Rosalind
.
Sweetest
nut
hath
sourest
rind
;
Such
a
nut
is
Rosalind
.
He
that
sweetest
rose
will
find
Must
find
love’s
prick
,
and
Rosalind
.
This
is
the
very
false
gallop
of
verses
.
Why
do
you
infect
yourself
with
them
?
,
as
Ganymede
Peace
,
you
dull
fool
.
I
found
them
on
a
tree
.
Truly
,
the
tree
yields
bad
fruit
.
,
as
Ganymede
I’ll
graft
it
with
you
,
and
then
I
shall
graft
it
with
a
medlar
.
Then
it
will
be
the
earliest
fruit
i’
th’
country
,
for
you’ll
be
rotten
ere
you
be
half
ripe
,
and
that’s
the
right
virtue
of
the
medlar
.
You
have
said
,
but
whether
wisely
or
no
,
let
the
forest
judge
.
Enter
Celia
,
as
Aliena
,
with
a
writing
.
,
as
Ganymede
Peace
.
Here
comes
my
sister
reading
.
Stand
aside
.
,
as
Aliena
,
reads
Why
should
this
a
desert
be
?
For
it
is
unpeopled
?
No
.
Tongues
I’ll
hang
on
every
tree
That
shall
civil
sayings
show
.
Some
how
brief
the
life
of
man
Runs
his
erring
pilgrimage
,
ACT 3. SC. 2
That
the
stretching
of
a
span
Buckles
in
his
sum
of
age
;
Some
of
violated
vows
’Twixt
the
souls
of
friend
and
friend
.
But
upon
the
fairest
boughs
,
Or
at
every
sentence’
sentence
end
,
Will
I
Rosalinda
write
,
Teaching
all
that
read
to
know
The
quintessence
of
every
sprite
Heaven
would
in
little
show
.
Therefore
heaven
nature
charged
That
one
body
should
be
filled
With
all
graces
wide-enlarged
.
Nature
presently
distilled
Helen’s
cheek
,
but
not
her
heart
,
Cleopatra’s
majesty
,
Atalanta’s
better
part
,
Sad
Lucretia’s
modesty
.
Thus
Rosalind
of
many
parts
By
heavenly
synod
was
devised
Of
many
faces
,
eyes
,
and
hearts
To
have
the
touches
dearest
prized
.
Heaven
would
that
she
these
gifts
should
have
And
I
to
live
and
die
her
slave
.
,
as
Ganymede
O
most
gentle
Jupiter
,
what
tedious
homily
of
love
have
you
wearied
your
parishioners
withal
,
and
never
cried
Have
patience
,
good
people
!
.
,
as
Aliena
How
now
?
—
Back
,
friends
.
Shepherd
,
go
off
a
little
.
—
Go
with
him
,
sirrah
.
Come
,
shepherd
,
let
us
make
an
honorable
retreat
,
though
not
with
bag
and
baggage
,
yet
with
scrip
and
scrippage
.
Touchstone
and
Corin
exit
.
Didst
thou
hear
these
verses
?
O
yes
,
I
heard
them
all
,
and
more
too
,
for
ACT 3. SC. 2
some
of
them
had
in
them
more
feet
than
the
verses
would
bear
.
That’s
no
matter
.
The
feet
might
bear
the
verses
.
Ay
,
but
the
feet
were
lame
and
could
not
bear
themselves
without
the
verse
,
and
therefore
stood
lamely
in
the
verse
.
But
didst
thou
hear
without
wondering
how
thy
name
should
be
hanged
and
carved
upon
these
trees
?
I
was
seven
of
the
nine
days
out
of
the
wonder
before
you
came
,
for
look
here
what
I
found
on
a
palm
tree
.
She
shows
the
paper
she
read
.
I
was
never
so
berhymed
since
Pythagoras’
time
that
I
was
an
Irish
rat
,
which
I
can
hardly
remember
.
Trow
you
who
hath
done
this
?
Is
it
a
man
?
And
a
chain
,
that
you
once
wore
,
about
his
neck
.
Change
you
color
?
I
prithee
,
who
?
O
Lord
,
Lord
,
it
is
a
hard
matter
for
friends
to
meet
,
but
mountains
may
be
removed
with
earthquakes
and
so
encounter
.
Nay
,
but
who
is
it
?
Is
it
possible
?
Nay
,
I
prithee
now
,
with
most
petitionary
vehemence
,
tell
me
who
it
is
.
O
wonderful
,
wonderful
,
and
most
wonderful
wonderful
,
and
yet
again
wonderful
,
and
after
that
out
of
all
whooping
!
Good
my
complexion
,
dost
thou
think
though
I
am
caparisoned
like
a
man
,
I
have
a
doublet
and
hose
in
my
disposition
?
One
inch
of
delay
more
is
a
South
Sea
of
discovery
.
I
prithee
,
tell
me
who
is
it
quickly
,
and
speak
apace
.
I
would
thou
couldst
stammer
,
that
thou
might’st
pour
this
ACT 3. SC. 2
concealed
man
out
of
thy
mouth
as
wine
comes
out
of
a
narrow-mouthed
bottle
—
either
too
much
at
once
,
or
none
at
all
.
I
prithee
take
the
cork
out
of
thy
mouth
,
that
I
may
drink
thy
tidings
.
So
you
may
put
a
man
in
your
belly
.
Is
he
of
God’s
making
?
What
manner
of
man
?
Is
his
head
worth
a
hat
,
or
his
chin
worth
a
beard
?
Nay
,
he
hath
but
a
little
beard
.
Why
,
God
will
send
more
,
if
the
man
will
be
thankful
.
Let
me
stay
the
growth
of
his
beard
,
if
thou
delay
me
not
the
knowledge
of
his
chin
.
It
is
young
Orlando
,
that
tripped
up
the
wrestler’s
heels
and
your
heart
both
in
an
instant
.
Nay
,
but
the
devil
take
mocking
.
Speak
sad
brow
and
true
maid
.
I’
faith
,
coz
,
’tis
he
.
Orlando
?
Orlando
.
Alas
the
day
,
what
shall
I
do
with
my
doublet
and
hose
?
What
did
he
when
thou
saw’st
him
?
What
said
he
?
How
looked
he
?
Wherein
went
he
?
What
makes
he
here
?
Did
he
ask
for
me
?
Where
remains
he
?
How
parted
he
with
thee
?
And
when
shalt
thou
see
him
again
?
Answer
me
in
one
word
.
You
must
borrow
me
Gargantua’s
mouth
first
.
’Tis
a
word
too
great
for
any
mouth
of
this
age’s
size
.
To
say
ay
and
no
to
these
particulars
is
more
than
to
answer
in
a
catechism
.
But
doth
he
know
that
I
am
in
this
forest
and
in
man’s
apparel
?
Looks
he
as
freshly
as
he
did
the
day
he
wrestled
?
It
is
as
easy
to
count
atomies
as
to
resolve
the
propositions
of
a
lover
.
But
take
a
taste
of
my
finding
him
,
and
relish
it
with
good
observance
.
I
found
him
under
a
tree
like
a
dropped
acorn
.
ACT 3. SC. 2
It
may
well
be
called
Jove’s
tree
when
it
drops
forth
such
fruit
.
Give
me
audience
,
good
madam
.
Proceed
.
There
lay
he
,
stretched
along
like
a
wounded
knight
.
Though
it
be
pity
to
see
such
a
sight
,
it
well
becomes
the
ground
.
Cry
holla
to
thy
tongue
,
I
prithee
.
It
curvets
unseasonably
.
He
was
furnished
like
a
hunter
.
O
,
ominous
!
He
comes
to
kill
my
heart
.
I
would
sing
my
song
without
a
burden
.
Thou
bring’st
me
out
of
tune
.
Do
you
not
know
I
am
a
woman
?
When
I
think
,
I
must
speak
.
Sweet
,
say
on
.
You
bring
me
out
.
Enter
Orlando
and
Jaques
.
Soft
,
comes
he
not
here
?
’Tis
he
.
Slink
by
,
and
note
him
.
Rosalind
and
Celia
step
aside
.
,
to
Orlando
I
thank
you
for
your
company
,
but
,
good
faith
,
I
had
as
lief
have
been
myself
alone
.
And
so
had
I
,
but
yet
,
for
fashion
sake
,
I
thank
you
too
for
your
society
.
God
be
wi’
you
.
Let’s
meet
as
little
as
we
can
.
I
do
desire
we
may
be
better
strangers
.
I
pray
you
mar
no
more
trees
with
writing
love
songs
in
their
barks
.
I
pray
you
mar
no
more
of
my
verses
with
reading
them
ill-favoredly
.
Rosalind
is
your
love’s
name
?
Yes
,
just
.
I
do
not
like
her
name
.
There
was
no
thought
of
pleasing
you
when
she
was
christened
.
ACT 3. SC. 2
What
stature
is
she
of
?
Just
as
high
as
my
heart
.
You
are
full
of
pretty
answers
.
Have
you
not
been
acquainted
with
goldsmiths’
wives
and
conned
them
out
of
rings
?
Not
so
.
But
I
answer
you
right
painted
cloth
,
from
whence
you
have
studied
your
questions
.
You
have
a
nimble
wit
.
I
think
’twas
made
of
Atalanta’s
heels
.
Will
you
sit
down
with
me
?
And
we
two
will
rail
against
our
mistress
the
world
and
all
our
misery
.
I
will
chide
no
breather
in
the
world
but
myself
,
against
whom
I
know
most
faults
.
The
worst
fault
you
have
is
to
be
in
love
.
’Tis
a
fault
I
will
not
change
for
your
best
virtue
.
I
am
weary
of
you
.
By
my
troth
,
I
was
seeking
for
a
fool
when
I
found
you
.
He
is
drowned
in
the
brook
.
Look
but
in
,
and
you
shall
see
him
.
There
I
shall
see
mine
own
figure
.
Which
I
take
to
be
either
a
fool
or
a
cipher
.
I’ll
tarry
no
longer
with
you
.
Farewell
,
good
Signior
Love
.
I
am
glad
of
your
departure
.
Adieu
,
good
Monsieur
Melancholy
.
Jaques
exits
.
,
aside
to
Celia
I
will
speak
to
him
like
a
saucy
lackey
,
and
under
that
habit
play
the
knave
with
him
.
As
Ganymede
.
Do
you
hear
,
forester
?
Very
well
.
What
would
you
?
,
as
Ganymede
I
pray
you
,
what
is
’t
o’clock
?
You
should
ask
me
what
time
o’
day
.
There’s
no
clock
in
the
forest
.
,
as
Ganymede
Then
there
is
no
true
lover
in
the
forest
;
else
sighing
every
minute
and
ACT 3. SC. 2
groaning
every
hour
would
detect
the
lazy
foot
of
time
as
well
as
a
clock
.
And
why
not
the
swift
foot
of
time
?
Had
not
that
been
as
proper
?
,
as
Ganymede
By
no
means
,
sir
.
Time
travels
in
divers
paces
with
divers
persons
.
I’ll
tell
you
who
time
ambles
withal
,
who
time
trots
withal
,
who
time
gallops
withal
,
and
who
he
stands
still
withal
.
I
prithee
,
who
doth
he
trot
withal
?
,
as
Ganymede
Marry
,
he
trots
hard
with
a
young
maid
between
the
contract
of
her
marriage
and
the
day
it
is
solemnized
.
If
the
interim
be
but
a
se’nnight
,
time’s
pace
is
so
hard
that
it
seems
the
length
of
seven
year
.
Who
ambles
time
withal
?
,
as
Ganymede
With
a
priest
that
lacks
Latin
and
a
rich
man
that
hath
not
the
gout
,
for
the
one
sleeps
easily
because
he
cannot
study
,
and
the
other
lives
merrily
because
he
feels
no
pain
—
the
one
lacking
the
burden
of
lean
and
wasteful
learning
,
the
other
knowing
no
burden
of
heavy
tedious
penury
.
These
time
ambles
withal
.
Who
doth
he
gallop
withal
?
,
as
Ganymede
With
a
thief
to
the
gallows
,
for
though
he
go
as
softly
as
foot
can
fall
,
he
thinks
himself
too
soon
there
.
Who
stays
it
still
withal
?
,
as
Ganymede
With
lawyers
in
the
vacation
,
for
they
sleep
between
term
and
term
,
and
then
they
perceive
not
how
time
moves
.
Where
dwell
you
,
pretty
youth
?
,
as
Ganymede
With
this
shepherdess
,
my
sister
,
here
in
the
skirts
of
the
forest
,
like
fringe
upon
a
petticoat
.
Are
you
native
of
this
place
?
ACT 3. SC. 2
,
as
Ganymede
As
the
cony
that
you
see
dwell
where
she
is
kindled
.
Your
accent
is
something
finer
than
you
could
purchase
in
so
removed
a
dwelling
.
,
as
Ganymede
I
have
been
told
so
of
many
.
But
indeed
an
old
religious
uncle
of
mine
taught
me
to
speak
,
who
was
in
his
youth
an
inland
man
,
one
that
knew
courtship
too
well
,
for
there
he
fell
in
love
.
I
have
heard
him
read
many
lectures
against
it
,
and
I
thank
God
I
am
not
a
woman
,
to
be
touched
with
so
many
giddy
offenses
as
he
hath
generally
taxed
their
whole
sex
withal
.
Can
you
remember
any
of
the
principal
evils
that
he
laid
to
the
charge
of
women
?
,
as
Ganymede
There
were
none
principal
.
They
were
all
like
one
another
as
halfpence
are
,
every
one
fault
seeming
monstrous
till
his
fellow
fault
came
to
match
it
.
I
prithee
recount
some
of
them
.
,
as
Ganymede
No
,
I
will
not
cast
away
my
physic
but
on
those
that
are
sick
.
There
is
a
man
haunts
the
forest
that
abuses
our
young
plants
with
carving
Rosalind
on
their
barks
,
hangs
odes
upon
hawthorns
and
elegies
on
brambles
,
all
,
forsooth
,
deifying
the
name
of
Rosalind
.
If
I
could
meet
that
fancy-monger
,
I
would
give
him
some
good
counsel
,
for
he
seems
to
have
the
quotidian
of
love
upon
him
.
I
am
he
that
is
so
love-shaked
.
I
pray
you
tell
me
your
remedy
.
,
as
Ganymede
There
is
none
of
my
uncle’s
marks
upon
you
.
He
taught
me
how
to
know
a
man
in
love
,
in
which
cage
of
rushes
I
am
sure
you
are
not
prisoner
.
What
were
his
marks
?
,
as
Ganymede
A
lean
cheek
,
which
you
ACT 3. SC. 2
have
not
;
a
blue
eye
and
sunken
,
which
you
have
not
;
an
unquestionable
spirit
,
which
you
have
not
;
a
beard
neglected
,
which
you
have
not
—
but
I
pardon
you
for
that
,
for
simply
your
having
in
beard
is
a
younger
brother’s
revenue
.
Then
your
hose
should
be
ungartered
,
your
bonnet
unbanded
,
your
sleeve
unbuttoned
,
your
shoe
untied
,
and
everything
about
you
demonstrating
a
careless
desolation
.
But
you
are
no
such
man
.
You
are
rather
point-device
in
your
accouterments
,
as
loving
yourself
than
seeming
the
lover
of
any
other
.
Fair
youth
,
I
would
I
could
make
thee
believe
I
love
.
,
as
Ganymede
Me
believe
it
?
You
may
as
soon
make
her
that
you
love
believe
it
,
which
I
warrant
she
is
apter
to
do
than
to
confess
she
does
.
That
is
one
of
the
points
in
the
which
women
still
give
the
lie
to
their
consciences
.
But
,
in
good
sooth
,
are
you
he
that
hangs
the
verses
on
the
trees
wherein
Rosalind
is
so
admired
?
I
swear
to
thee
,
youth
,
by
the
white
hand
of
Rosalind
,
I
am
that
he
,
that
unfortunate
he
.
,
as
Ganymede
But
are
you
so
much
in
love
as
your
rhymes
speak
?
Neither
rhyme
nor
reason
can
express
how
much
.
,
as
Ganymede
Love
is
merely
a
madness
,
and
,
I
tell
you
,
deserves
as
well
a
dark
house
and
a
whip
as
madmen
do
;
and
the
reason
why
they
are
not
so
punished
and
cured
is
that
the
lunacy
is
so
ordinary
that
the
whippers
are
in
love
too
.
Yet
I
profess
curing
it
by
counsel
.
Did
you
ever
cure
any
so
?
,
as
Ganymede
Yes
,
one
,
and
in
this
manner
.
He
was
to
imagine
me
his
love
,
his
mistress
,
and
I
set
him
every
day
to
woo
me
;
at
which
time
ACT 3. SC. 3
would
I
,
being
but
a
moonish
youth
,
grieve
,
be
effeminate
,
changeable
,
longing
and
liking
,
proud
,
fantastical
,
apish
,
shallow
,
inconstant
,
full
of
tears
,
full
of
smiles
;
for
every
passion
something
,
and
for
no
passion
truly
anything
,
as
boys
and
women
are
,
for
the
most
part
,
cattle
of
this
color
;
would
now
like
him
,
now
loathe
him
;
then
entertain
him
,
then
forswear
him
;
now
weep
for
him
,
then
spit
at
him
,
that
I
drave
my
suitor
from
his
mad
humor
of
love
to
a
living
humor
of
madness
,
which
was
to
forswear
the
full
stream
of
the
world
and
to
live
in
a
nook
merely
monastic
.
And
thus
I
cured
him
,
and
this
way
will
I
take
upon
me
to
wash
your
liver
as
clean
as
a
sound
sheep’s
heart
,
that
there
shall
not
be
one
spot
of
love
in
’t
.
I
would
not
be
cured
,
youth
.
,
as
Ganymede
I
would
cure
you
if
you
would
but
call
me
Rosalind
and
come
every
day
to
my
cote
and
woo
me
.
Now
,
by
the
faith
of
my
love
,
I
will
.
Tell
me
where
it
is
.
,
as
Ganymede
Go
with
me
to
it
,
and
I’ll
show
it
you
;
and
by
the
way
you
shall
tell
me
where
in
the
forest
you
live
.
Will
you
go
?
With
all
my
heart
,
good
youth
.
,
as
Ganymede
Nay
,
you
must
call
me
Rosalind
.
—
Come
,
sister
,
will
you
go
?
They
exit
.
Scene
3
Enter
Touchstone
and
Audrey
,
followed
by
Jaques
.
Come
apace
,
good
Audrey
.
I
will
fetch
up
your
goats
,
Audrey
.
And
how
,
Audrey
?
Am
I
the
man
yet
?
Doth
my
simple
feature
content
you
?
ACT 3. SC. 3
Your
features
,
Lord
warrant
us
!
What
features
?
I
am
here
with
thee
and
thy
goats
,
as
the
most
capricious
poet
,
honest
Ovid
,
was
among
the
Goths
.
,
aside
O
knowledge
ill-inhabited
,
worse
than
Jove
in
a
thatched
house
.
When
a
man’s
verses
cannot
be
understood
,
nor
a
man’s
good
wit
seconded
with
the
forward
child
,
understanding
,
it
strikes
a
man
more
dead
than
a
great
reckoning
in
a
little
room
.
Truly
,
I
would
the
gods
had
made
thee
poetical
.
I
do
not
know
what
poetical
is
.
Is
it
honest
in
deed
and
word
?
Is
it
a
true
thing
?
No
,
truly
,
for
the
truest
poetry
is
the
most
feigning
,
and
lovers
are
given
to
poetry
,
and
what
they
swear
in
poetry
may
be
said
as
lovers
they
do
feign
.
Do
you
wish
,
then
,
that
the
gods
had
made
me
poetical
?
I
do
,
truly
,
for
thou
swear’st
to
me
thou
art
honest
.
Now
if
thou
wert
a
poet
,
I
might
have
some
hope
thou
didst
feign
.
Would
you
not
have
me
honest
?
No
,
truly
,
unless
thou
wert
hard-favored
;
for
honesty
coupled
to
beauty
is
to
have
honey
a
sauce
to
sugar
.
,
aside
A
material
fool
.
Well
,
I
am
not
fair
,
and
therefore
I
pray
the
gods
make
me
honest
.
Truly
,
and
to
cast
away
honesty
upon
a
foul
slut
were
to
put
good
meat
into
an
unclean
dish
.
I
am
not
a
slut
,
though
I
thank
the
gods
I
am
foul
.
Well
,
praised
be
the
gods
for
thy
foulness
;
ACT 3. SC. 3
sluttishness
may
come
hereafter
.
But
be
it
as
it
may
be
,
I
will
marry
thee
;
and
to
that
end
I
have
been
with
Sir
Oliver
Martext
,
the
vicar
of
the
next
village
,
who
hath
promised
to
meet
me
in
this
place
of
the
forest
and
to
couple
us
.
,
aside
I
would
fain
see
this
meeting
.
Well
,
the
gods
give
us
joy
.
Amen
.
A
man
may
,
if
he
were
of
a
fearful
heart
,
stagger
in
this
attempt
,
for
here
we
have
no
temple
but
the
wood
,
no
assembly
but
horn-beasts
.
But
what
though
?
Courage
.
As
horns
are
odious
,
they
are
necessary
.
It
is
said
Many
a
man
knows
no
end
of
his
goods
.
Right
:
many
a
man
has
good
horns
and
knows
no
end
of
them
.
Well
,
that
is
the
dowry
of
his
wife
;
’tis
none
of
his
own
getting
.
Horns
?
Even
so
.
Poor
men
alone
?
No
,
no
.
The
noblest
deer
hath
them
as
huge
as
the
rascal
.
Is
the
single
man
therefore
blessed
?
No
.
As
a
walled
town
is
more
worthier
than
a
village
,
so
is
the
forehead
of
a
married
man
more
honorable
than
the
bare
brow
of
a
bachelor
.
And
by
how
much
defense
is
better
than
no
skill
,
by
so
much
is
a
horn
more
precious
than
to
want
.
Enter
Sir
Oliver
Martext
.
Here
comes
Sir
Oliver
.
—
Sir
Oliver
Martext
,
you
are
well
met
.
Will
you
dispatch
us
here
under
this
tree
,
or
shall
we
go
with
you
to
your
chapel
?
Is
there
none
here
to
give
the
woman
?
I
will
not
take
her
on
gift
of
any
man
.
Truly
,
she
must
be
given
,
or
the
marriage
is
not
lawful
.
,
coming
forward
Proceed
,
proceed
.
I’ll
give
her
.
ACT 3. SC. 3
Good
even
,
good
Monsieur
What-you-call-’t
.
How
do
you
,
sir
?
You
are
very
well
met
.
God
’ild
you
for
your
last
company
.
I
am
very
glad
to
see
you
.
Even
a
toy
in
hand
here
,
sir
.
Nay
,
pray
be
covered
.
Will
you
be
married
,
motley
?
As
the
ox
hath
his
bow
,
sir
,
the
horse
his
curb
,
and
the
falcon
her
bells
,
so
man
hath
his
desires
;
and
as
pigeons
bill
,
so
wedlock
would
be
nibbling
.
And
will
you
,
being
a
man
of
your
breeding
,
be
married
under
a
bush
like
a
beggar
?
Get
you
to
church
,
and
have
a
good
priest
that
can
tell
you
what
marriage
is
.
This
fellow
will
but
join
you
together
as
they
join
wainscot
.
Then
one
of
you
will
prove
a
shrunk
panel
and
,
like
green
timber
,
warp
,
warp
.
I
am
not
in
the
mind
but
I
were
better
to
be
married
of
him
than
of
another
,
for
he
is
not
like
to
marry
me
well
,
and
not
being
well
married
,
it
will
be
a
good
excuse
for
me
hereafter
to
leave
my
wife
.
Go
thou
with
me
,
and
let
me
counsel
thee
.
Come
,
sweet
Audrey
.
We
must
be
married
,
or
we
must
live
in
bawdry
.
—
Farewell
,
good
Master
Oliver
,
not
O
sweet
Oliver
,
O
brave
Oliver
,
Leave
me
not
behind
thee
,
But
Wind
away
,
Begone
,
I
say
,
I
will
not
to
wedding
with
thee
.
Audrey
,
Touchstone
,
and
Jaques
exit
.
’Tis
no
matter
.
Ne’er
a
fantastical
knave
of
them
all
shall
flout
me
out
of
my
calling
.
He
exits
.
ACT 3. SC. 4
Scene
4
Enter
Rosalind
,
dressed
as
Ganymede
,
and
Celia
,
dressed
as
Aliena
.
Never
talk
to
me
.
I
will
weep
.
Do
,
I
prithee
,
but
yet
have
the
grace
to
consider
that
tears
do
not
become
a
man
.
But
have
I
not
cause
to
weep
?
As
good
cause
as
one
would
desire
.
Therefore
weep
.
His
very
hair
is
of
the
dissembling
color
.
Something
browner
than
Judas’s
.
Marry
,
his
kisses
are
Judas’s
own
children
.
I’
faith
,
his
hair
is
of
a
good
color
.
An
excellent
color
.
Your
chestnut
was
ever
the
only
color
.
And
his
kissing
is
as
full
of
sanctity
as
the
touch
of
holy
bread
.
He
hath
bought
a
pair
of
cast
lips
of
Diana
.
A
nun
of
winter’s
sisterhood
kisses
not
more
religiously
.
The
very
ice
of
chastity
is
in
them
.
But
why
did
he
swear
he
would
come
this
morning
,
and
comes
not
?
Nay
,
certainly
,
there
is
no
truth
in
him
.
Do
you
think
so
?
Yes
,
I
think
he
is
not
a
pickpurse
nor
a
horse-stealer
,
but
for
his
verity
in
love
,
I
do
think
him
as
concave
as
a
covered
goblet
or
a
worm-eaten
nut
.
Not
true
in
love
?
Yes
,
when
he
is
in
,
but
I
think
he
is
not
in
.
You
have
heard
him
swear
downright
he
was
.
Was
is
not
is
.
Besides
,
the
oath
of
a
lover
is
no
stronger
than
the
word
of
a
tapster
.
They
are
both
the
confirmer
of
false
reckonings
.
He
attends
here
in
the
forest
on
the
Duke
your
father
.
ACT 3. SC. 4
I
met
the
Duke
yesterday
and
had
much
question
with
him
.
He
asked
me
of
what
parentage
I
was
.
I
told
him
,
of
as
good
as
he
.
So
he
laughed
and
let
me
go
.
But
what
talk
we
of
fathers
when
there
is
such
a
man
as
Orlando
?
O
,
that’s
a
brave
man
.
He
writes
brave
verses
,
speaks
brave
words
,
swears
brave
oaths
,
and
breaks
them
bravely
,
quite
traverse
,
athwart
the
heart
of
his
lover
,
as
a
puny
tilter
that
spurs
his
horse
but
on
one
side
breaks
his
staff
like
a
noble
goose
;
but
all’s
brave
that
youth
mounts
and
folly
guides
.
Enter
Corin
.
Who
comes
here
?
Mistress
and
master
,
you
have
oft
inquired
After
the
shepherd
that
complained
of
love
,
Who
you
saw
sitting
by
me
on
the
turf
,
Praising
the
proud
disdainful
shepherdess
That
was
his
mistress
.
,
as
Aliena
Well
,
and
what
of
him
?
If
you
will
see
a
pageant
truly
played
Between
the
pale
complexion
of
true
love
And
the
red
glow
of
scorn
and
proud
disdain
,
Go
hence
a
little
,
and
I
shall
conduct
you
If
you
will
mark
it
.
,
aside
to
Celia
O
come
,
let
us
remove
.
The
sight
of
lovers
feedeth
those
in
love
.
As
Ganymede
,
to
Corin
.
Bring
us
to
this
sight
,
and
you
shall
say
I’ll
prove
a
busy
actor
in
their
play
.
They
exit
.
ACT 3. SC. 5
Scene
5
Enter
Silvius
and
Phoebe
.
Sweet
Phoebe
,
do
not
scorn
me
.
Do
not
,
Phoebe
.
Say
that
you
love
me
not
,
but
say
not
so
In
bitterness
.
The
common
executioner
,
Whose
heart
th’
accustomed
sight
of
death
makes
hard
,
Falls
not
the
axe
upon
the
humbled
neck
But
first
begs
pardon
.
Will
you
sterner
be
Than
he
that
dies
and
lives
by
bloody
drops
?
Enter
,
unobserved
,
Rosalind
as
Ganymede
,
Celia
as
Aliena
,
and
Corin
.
I
would
not
be
thy
executioner
.
I
fly
thee
,
for
I
would
not
injure
thee
.
Thou
tell’st
me
there
is
murder
in
mine
eye
.
’Tis
pretty
,
sure
,
and
very
probable
That
eyes
,
that
are
the
frail’st
and
softest
things
,
Who
shut
their
coward
gates
on
atomies
,
Should
be
called
tyrants
,
butchers
,
murderers
.
Now
I
do
frown
on
thee
with
all
my
heart
,
And
if
mine
eyes
can
wound
,
now
let
them
kill
thee
.
Now
counterfeit
to
swoon
;
,
why
,
now
fall
down
;
Or
if
thou
canst
not
,
O
,
for
shame
,
for
shame
,
Lie
not
,
to
say
mine
eyes
are
murderers
.
Now
show
the
wound
mine
eye
hath
made
in
thee
.
Scratch
thee
but
with
a
pin
,
and
there
remains
Some
scar
of
it
.
Lean
upon
a
rush
,
The
cicatrice
and
capable
impressure
Thy
palm
some
moment
keeps
.
But
now
mine
eyes
,
Which
I
have
darted
at
thee
,
hurt
thee
not
;
Nor
I
am
sure
there
is
no
force
in
eyes
That
can
do
hurt
.
ACT 3. SC. 5
O
dear
Phoebe
,
If
ever
—
as
that
ever
may
be
near
—
You
meet
in
some
fresh
cheek
the
power
of
fancy
,
Then
shall
you
know
the
wounds
invisible
That
love’s
keen
arrows
make
.
But
till
that
time
Come
not
thou
near
me
.
And
when
that
time
comes
,
Afflict
me
with
thy
mocks
,
pity
me
not
,
As
till
that
time
I
shall
not
pity
thee
.
,
as
Ganymede
,
coming
forward
And
why
,
I
pray
you
?
Who
might
be
your
mother
,
That
you
insult
,
exult
,
and
all
at
once
,
Over
the
wretched
?
What
though
you
have
no
beauty
—
As
,
by
my
faith
,
I
see
no
more
in
you
Than
without
candle
may
go
dark
to
bed
—
Must
you
be
therefore
proud
and
pitiless
?
Why
,
what
means
this
?
Why
do
you
look
on
me
?
I
see
no
more
in
you
than
in
the
ordinary
Of
nature’s
sale-work
.
—
’Od’s
my
little
life
,
I
think
she
means
to
tangle
my
eyes
,
too
.
—
No
,
faith
,
proud
mistress
,
hope
not
after
it
.
’Tis
not
your
inky
brows
,
your
black
silk
hair
,
Your
bugle
eyeballs
,
nor
your
cheek
of
cream
That
can
entame
my
spirits
to
your
worship
.
—
You
foolish
shepherd
,
wherefore
do
you
follow
her
,
Like
foggy
south
puffing
with
wind
and
rain
?
You
are
a
thousand
times
a
properer
man
Than
she
a
woman
.
’Tis
such
fools
as
you
That
makes
the
world
full
of
ill-favored
children
.
’Tis
not
her
glass
but
you
that
flatters
her
,
And
out
of
you
she
sees
herself
more
proper
Than
any
of
her
lineaments
can
show
her
.
—
But
,
mistress
,
know
yourself
.
Down
on
your
knees
And
thank
heaven
,
fasting
,
for
a
good
man’s
love
,
ACT 3. SC. 5
For
I
must
tell
you
friendly
in
your
ear
,
Sell
when
you
can
;
you
are
not
for
all
markets
.
Cry
the
man
mercy
,
love
him
,
take
his
offer
.
Foul
is
most
foul
,
being
foul
to
be
a
scoffer
.
—
So
take
her
to
thee
,
shepherd
.
Fare
you
well
.
Sweet
youth
,
I
pray
you
chide
a
year
together
.
I
had
rather
hear
you
chide
than
this
man
woo
.
,
as
Ganymede
He’s
fall’n
in
love
with
your
foulness
.
(
To
Silvius
.
)
And
she’ll
fall
in
love
with
my
anger
.
If
it
be
so
,
as
fast
as
she
answers
thee
with
frowning
looks
,
I’ll
sauce
her
with
bitter
words
.
(
To
Phoebe
.
)
Why
look
you
so
upon
me
?
For
no
ill
will
I
bear
you
.
,
as
Ganymede
I
pray
you
,
do
not
fall
in
love
with
me
,
For
I
am
falser
than
vows
made
in
wine
.
Besides
,
I
like
you
not
.
If
you
will
know
my
house
,
’Tis
at
the
tuft
of
olives
,
here
hard
by
.
—
Will
you
go
,
sister
?
—
Shepherd
,
ply
her
hard
.
—
Come
,
sister
.
—
Shepherdess
,
look
on
him
better
,
And
be
not
proud
.
Though
all
the
world
could
see
,
None
could
be
so
abused
in
sight
as
he
.
—
Come
,
to
our
flock
.
She
exits
,
with
Celia
and
Corin
.
,
aside
Dead
shepherd
,
now
I
find
thy
saw
of
might
:
Who
ever
loved
that
loved
not
at
first
sight
?
Sweet
Phoebe
—
Ha
,
what
sayst
thou
,
Silvius
?
Sweet
Phoebe
,
pity
me
.
Why
,
I
am
sorry
for
thee
,
gentle
Silvius
.
Wherever
sorrow
is
,
relief
would
be
.
ACT 3. SC. 5
If
you
do
sorrow
at
my
grief
in
love
,
By
giving
love
your
sorrow
and
my
grief
Were
both
extermined
.
Thou
hast
my
love
.
Is
not
that
neighborly
?
I
would
have
you
.
Why
,
that
were
covetousness
.
Silvius
,
the
time
was
that
I
hated
thee
;
And
yet
it
is
not
that
I
bear
thee
love
;
,
But
since
that
thou
canst
talk
of
love
so
well
,
Thy
company
,
which
erst
was
irksome
to
me
,
I
will
endure
,
and
I’ll
employ
thee
too
.
But
do
not
look
for
further
recompense
Than
thine
own
gladness
that
thou
art
employed
.
So
holy
and
so
perfect
is
my
love
,
And
I
in
such
a
poverty
of
grace
,
That
I
shall
think
it
a
most
plenteous
crop
To
glean
the
broken
ears
after
the
man
That
the
main
harvest
reaps
.
Loose
now
and
then
A
scattered
smile
,
and
that
I’ll
live
upon
.
Know’st
thou
the
youth
that
spoke
to
me
erewhile
?
Not
very
well
,
but
I
have
met
him
oft
,
And
he
hath
bought
the
cottage
and
the
bounds
That
the
old
carlot
once
was
master
of
.
Think
not
I
love
him
,
though
I
ask
for
him
.
’Tis
but
a
peevish
boy
—
yet
he
talks
well
—
But
what
care
I
for
words
?
Yet
words
do
well
When
he
that
speaks
them
pleases
those
that
hear
.
It
is
a
pretty
youth
—
not
very
pretty
—
But
sure
he’s
proud
—
and
yet
his
pride
becomes
him
.
ACT 3. SC. 5
He’ll
make
a
proper
man
.
The
best
thing
in
him
Is
his
complexion
;
and
faster
than
his
tongue
Did
make
offense
,
his
eye
did
heal
it
up
.
He
is
not
very
tall
—
yet
for
his
years
he’s
tall
.
His
leg
is
but
so-so
—
and
yet
’tis
well
.
There
was
a
pretty
redness
in
his
lip
,
A
little
riper
and
more
lusty
red
Than
that
mixed
in
his
cheek
:
’twas
just
the
difference
Betwixt
the
constant
red
and
mingled
damask
.
There
be
some
women
,
Silvius
,
had
they
marked
him
In
parcels
as
I
did
,
would
have
gone
near
To
fall
in
love
with
him
;
but
for
my
part
I
love
him
not
nor
hate
him
not
;
and
yet
I
have
more
cause
to
hate
him
than
to
love
him
.
For
what
had
he
to
do
to
chide
at
me
?
He
said
mine
eyes
were
black
and
my
hair
black
,
And
now
I
am
remembered
,
scorned
at
me
.
I
marvel
why
I
answered
not
again
.
But
that’s
all
one
:
omittance
is
no
quittance
.
I’ll
write
to
him
a
very
taunting
letter
,
And
thou
shalt
bear
it
.
Wilt
thou
,
Silvius
?
Phoebe
,
with
all
my
heart
.
I’ll
write
it
straight
.
The
matter’s
in
my
head
and
in
my
heart
.
I
will
be
bitter
with
him
and
passing
short
.
Go
with
me
,
Silvius
.
They
exit
.
ACT
4
Scene
1
Enter
Rosalind
as
Ganymede
,
and
Celia
as
Aliena
,
and
Jaques
.
I
prithee
,
pretty
youth
,
let
me
be
better
acquainted
with
thee
.
,
as
Ganymede
They
say
you
are
a
melancholy
fellow
.
I
am
so
.
I
do
love
it
better
than
laughing
.
,
as
Ganymede
Those
that
are
in
extremity
of
either
are
abominable
fellows
and
betray
themselves
to
every
modern
censure
worse
than
drunkards
.
Why
,
’tis
good
to
be
sad
and
say
nothing
.
,
as
Ganymede
Why
then
,
’tis
good
to
be
a
post
.
I
have
neither
the
scholar’s
melancholy
,
which
is
emulation
;
nor
the
musician’s
,
which
is
fantastical
;
nor
the
courtier’s
,
which
is
proud
;
nor
the
soldier’s
,
which
is
ambitious
;
nor
the
lawyer’s
,
which
is
politic
;
nor
the
lady’s
,
which
is
nice
;
nor
the
lover’s
,
which
is
all
these
;
but
it
is
a
melancholy
of
mine
own
,
compounded
of
many
simples
,
extracted
from
many
objects
,
and
indeed
the
sundry
contemplation
of
my
travels
,
in
which
my
often
rumination
wraps
me
in
a
most
humorous
sadness
.
,
as
Ganymede
A
traveller
.
By
my
faith
,
you
ACT 4. SC. 1
have
great
reason
to
be
sad
.
I
fear
you
have
sold
your
own
lands
to
see
other
men’s
.
Then
to
have
seen
much
and
to
have
nothing
is
to
have
rich
eyes
and
poor
hands
.
Yes
,
I
have
gained
my
experience
.
,
as
Ganymede
And
your
experience
makes
you
sad
.
I
had
rather
have
a
fool
to
make
me
merry
than
experience
to
make
me
sad
—
and
to
travel
for
it
too
.
Enter
Orlando
.
Good
day
and
happiness
,
dear
Rosalind
.
Nay
then
,
God
be
wi’
you
,
an
you
talk
in
blank
verse
.
,
as
Ganymede
Farewell
,
Monsieur
Traveller
.
Look
you
lisp
and
wear
strange
suits
,
disable
all
the
benefits
of
your
own
country
,
be
out
of
love
with
your
nativity
,
and
almost
chide
God
for
making
you
that
countenance
you
are
,
or
I
will
scarce
think
you
have
swam
in
a
gondola
.
Jaques
exits
.
Why
,
how
now
,
Orlando
,
where
have
you
been
all
this
while
?
You
a
lover
?
An
you
serve
me
such
another
trick
,
never
come
in
my
sight
more
.
My
fair
Rosalind
,
I
come
within
an
hour
of
my
promise
.
,
as
Ganymede
Break
an
hour’s
promise
in
love
?
He
that
will
divide
a
minute
into
a
thousand
parts
and
break
but
a
part
of
the
thousand
part
of
a
minute
in
the
affairs
of
love
,
it
may
be
said
of
him
that
Cupid
hath
clapped
him
o’
th’
shoulder
,
but
I’ll
warrant
him
heart-whole
.
Pardon
me
,
dear
Rosalind
.
,
as
Ganymede
Nay
,
an
you
be
so
tardy
,
ACT 4. SC. 1
come
no
more
in
my
sight
.
I
had
as
lief
be
wooed
of
a
snail
.
Of
a
snail
?
,
as
Ganymede
Ay
,
of
a
snail
,
for
though
he
comes
slowly
,
he
carries
his
house
on
his
head
—
a
better
jointure
,
I
think
,
than
you
make
a
woman
.
Besides
,
he
brings
his
destiny
with
him
.
What’s
that
?
,
as
Ganymede
Why
,
horns
,
which
such
as
you
are
fain
to
be
beholding
to
your
wives
for
.
But
he
comes
armed
in
his
fortune
and
prevents
the
slander
of
his
wife
.
Virtue
is
no
hornmaker
,
and
my
Rosalind
is
virtuous
.
,
as
Ganymede
And
I
am
your
Rosalind
.
,
as
Aliena
It
pleases
him
to
call
you
so
,
but
he
hath
a
Rosalind
of
a
better
leer
than
you
.
,
as
Ganymede
,
to
Orlando
Come
,
woo
me
,
woo
me
,
for
now
I
am
in
a
holiday
humor
,
and
like
enough
to
consent
.
What
would
you
say
to
me
now
an
I
were
your
very
,
very
Rosalind
?
I
would
kiss
before
I
spoke
.
,
as
Ganymede
Nay
,
you
were
better
speak
first
,
and
when
you
were
gravelled
for
lack
of
matter
,
you
might
take
occasion
to
kiss
.
Very
good
orators
,
when
they
are
out
,
they
will
spit
;
and
for
lovers
lacking
—
God
warn
us
—
matter
,
the
cleanliest
shift
is
to
kiss
.
How
if
the
kiss
be
denied
?
,
as
Ganymede
Then
she
puts
you
to
entreaty
,
and
there
begins
new
matter
.
Who
could
be
out
,
being
before
his
beloved
mistress
?
,
as
Ganymede
Marry
,
that
should
you
if
I
were
your
mistress
,
or
I
should
think
my
honesty
ranker
than
my
wit
.
ACT 4. SC. 1
What
,
of
my
suit
?
,
as
Ganymede
Not
out
of
your
apparel
,
and
yet
out
of
your
suit
.
Am
not
I
your
Rosalind
?
I
take
some
joy
to
say
you
are
because
I
would
be
talking
of
her
.
,
as
Ganymede
Well
,
in
her
person
I
say
I
will
not
have
you
.
Then
,
in
mine
own
person
I
die
.
,
as
Ganymede
No
,
faith
,
die
by
attorney
.
The
poor
world
is
almost
six
thousand
years
old
,
and
in
all
this
time
there
was
not
any
man
died
in
his
own
person
,
videlicet
,
in
a
love
cause
.
Troilus
had
his
brains
dashed
out
with
a
Grecian
club
,
yet
he
did
what
he
could
to
die
before
,
and
he
is
one
of
the
patterns
of
love
.
Leander
,
he
would
have
lived
many
a
fair
year
though
Hero
had
turned
nun
,
if
it
had
not
been
for
a
hot
midsummer
night
,
for
,
good
youth
,
he
went
but
forth
to
wash
him
in
the
Hellespont
and
,
being
taken
with
the
cramp
,
was
drowned
;
and
the
foolish
chroniclers
of
that
age
found
it
was
Hero
of
Sestos
.
But
these
are
all
lies
.
Men
have
died
from
time
to
time
,
and
worms
have
eaten
them
,
but
not
for
love
.
I
would
not
have
my
right
Rosalind
of
this
mind
,
for
I
protest
her
frown
might
kill
me
.
,
as
Ganymede
By
this
hand
,
it
will
not
kill
a
fly
.
But
come
;
now
I
will
be
your
Rosalind
in
a
more
coming-on
disposition
,
and
ask
me
what
you
will
,
I
will
grant
it
.
Then
love
me
,
Rosalind
.
,
as
Ganymede
Yes
,
faith
,
will
I
,
Fridays
and
Saturdays
and
all
.
And
wilt
thou
have
me
?
,
as
Ganymede
Ay
,
and
twenty
such
.
What
sayest
thou
?
ACT 4. SC. 1
,
as
Ganymede
Are
you
not
good
?
I
hope
so
.
,
as
Ganymede
Why
then
,
can
one
desire
too
much
of
a
good
thing
?
—
Come
,
sister
,
you
shall
be
the
priest
and
marry
us
.
—
Give
me
your
hand
,
Orlando
.
—
What
do
you
say
,
sister
?
,
to
Celia
Pray
thee
marry
us
.
,
as
Aliena
I
cannot
say
the
words
.
,
as
Ganymede
You
must
begin
Will
you
,
Orlando
—
,
as
Aliena
Go
to
.
—
Will
you
,
Orlando
,
have
to
wife
this
Rosalind
?
I
will
.
,
as
Ganymede
Ay
,
but
when
?
Why
now
,
as
fast
as
she
can
marry
us
.
,
as
Ganymede
Then
you
must
say
I
take
thee
,
Rosalind
,
for
wife
.
I
take
thee
,
Rosalind
,
for
wife
.
,
as
Ganymede
I
might
ask
you
for
your
commission
,
but
I
do
take
thee
,
Orlando
,
for
my
husband
.
There’s
a
girl
goes
before
the
priest
,
and
certainly
a
woman’s
thought
runs
before
her
actions
.
So
do
all
thoughts
.
They
are
winged
.
,
as
Ganymede
Now
tell
me
how
long
you
would
have
her
after
you
have
possessed
her
?
Forever
and
a
day
.
,
as
Ganymede
Say
a
day
without
the
ever
.
No
,
no
,
Orlando
,
men
are
April
when
they
woo
,
December
when
they
wed
.
Maids
are
May
when
they
are
maids
,
but
the
sky
changes
when
they
are
wives
.
I
will
be
more
jealous
of
thee
than
a
Barbary
cock-pigeon
over
his
hen
,
more
clamorous
than
a
parrot
against
rain
,
more
newfangled
than
an
ape
,
more
giddy
in
my
desires
than
a
monkey
.
I
will
weep
for
nothing
,
like
Diana
in
the
fountain
,
ACT 4. SC. 1
and
I
will
do
that
when
you
are
disposed
to
be
merry
.
I
will
laugh
like
a
hyena
,
and
that
when
thou
art
inclined
to
sleep
.
But
will
my
Rosalind
do
so
?
,
as
Ganymede
By
my
life
,
she
will
do
as
I
do
.
O
,
but
she
is
wise
.
,
as
Ganymede
Or
else
she
could
not
have
the
wit
to
do
this
.
The
wiser
,
the
waywarder
.
Make
the
doors
upon
a
woman’s
wit
,
and
it
will
out
at
the
casement
.
Shut
that
,
and
’twill
out
at
the
keyhole
.
Stop
that
,
’twill
fly
with
the
smoke
out
at
the
chimney
.
A
man
that
had
a
wife
with
such
a
wit
,
he
might
say
Wit
,
whither
wilt
?
,
as
Ganymede
Nay
,
you
might
keep
that
check
for
it
till
you
met
your
wife’s
wit
going
to
your
neighbor’s
bed
.
And
what
wit
could
wit
have
to
excuse
that
?
,
as
Ganymede
Marry
,
to
say
she
came
to
seek
you
there
.
You
shall
never
take
her
without
her
answer
unless
you
take
her
without
her
tongue
.
O
,
that
woman
that
cannot
make
her
fault
her
husband’s
occasion
,
let
her
never
nurse
her
child
herself
,
for
she
will
breed
it
like
a
fool
.
For
these
two
hours
,
Rosalind
,
I
will
leave
thee
.
,
as
Ganymede
Alas
,
dear
love
,
I
cannot
lack
thee
two
hours
.
I
must
attend
the
Duke
at
dinner
.
By
two
o’clock
I
will
be
with
thee
again
.
,
as
Ganymede
Ay
,
go
your
ways
,
go
your
ways
.
I
knew
what
you
would
prove
.
My
friends
told
me
as
much
,
and
I
thought
no
less
.
That
flattering
tongue
of
yours
won
me
.
’Tis
but
one
cast
away
,
and
so
,
come
,
death
.
Two
o’clock
is
your
hour
?
ACT 4. SC. 1
Ay
,
sweet
Rosalind
.
,
as
Ganymede
By
my
troth
,
and
in
good
earnest
,
and
so
God
mend
me
,
and
by
all
pretty
oaths
that
are
not
dangerous
,
if
you
break
one
jot
of
your
promise
or
come
one
minute
behind
your
hour
,
I
will
think
you
the
most
pathetical
break-promise
,
and
the
most
hollow
lover
,
and
the
most
unworthy
of
her
you
call
Rosalind
that
may
be
chosen
out
of
the
gross
band
of
the
unfaithful
.
Therefore
beware
my
censure
,
and
keep
your
promise
.
With
no
less
religion
than
if
thou
wert
indeed
my
Rosalind
.
So
,
adieu
.
,
as
Ganymede
Well
,
time
is
the
old
justice
that
examines
all
such
offenders
,
and
let
time
try
.
Adieu
.
Orlando
exits
.
You
have
simply
misused
our
sex
in
your
love-prate
.
We
must
have
your
doublet
and
hose
plucked
over
your
head
and
show
the
world
what
the
bird
hath
done
to
her
own
nest
.
O
coz
,
coz
,
coz
,
my
pretty
little
coz
,
that
thou
didst
know
how
many
fathom
deep
I
am
in
love
.
But
it
cannot
be
sounded
;
my
affection
hath
an
unknown
bottom
,
like
the
Bay
of
Portugal
.
Or
rather
bottomless
,
that
as
fast
as
you
pour
affection
in
,
it
runs
out
.
No
,
that
same
wicked
bastard
of
Venus
,
that
was
begot
of
thought
,
conceived
of
spleen
,
and
born
of
madness
,
that
blind
rascally
boy
that
abuses
everyone’s
eyes
because
his
own
are
out
,
let
him
be
judge
how
deep
I
am
in
love
.
I’ll
tell
thee
,
Aliena
,
I
cannot
be
out
of
the
sight
of
Orlando
.
I’ll
go
find
a
shadow
and
sigh
till
he
come
.
And
I’ll
sleep
.
They
exit
.
ACT 4. SC. 3
Scene
2
Enter
Jaques
and
Lords
,
like
foresters
.
Which
is
he
that
killed
the
deer
?
Sir
,
it
was
I
.
,
to
the
other
Lords
Let’s
present
him
to
the
Duke
like
a
Roman
conqueror
.
And
it
would
do
well
to
set
the
deer’s
horns
upon
his
head
for
a
branch
of
victory
.
—
Have
you
no
song
,
forester
,
for
this
purpose
?
Yes
,
sir
.
Sing
it
.
’Tis
no
matter
how
it
be
in
tune
,
so
it
make
noise
enough
.
Music
.
Song
.
sings
What
shall
he
have
that
killed
the
deer
?
His
leather
skin
and
horns
to
wear
.
Then
sing
him
home
.
(
The
rest
shall
bear
this
burden
:
)
Take
thou
no
scorn
to
wear
the
horn
.
It
was
a
crest
ere
thou
wast
born
.
Thy
father’s
father
wore
it
,
And
thy
father
bore
it
.
The
horn
,
the
horn
,
the
lusty
horn
Is
not
a
thing
to
laugh
to
scorn
.
They
exit
.
Scene
3
Enter
Rosalind
dressed
as
Ganymede
and
Celia
dressed
as
Aliena
.
How
say
you
now
?
Is
it
not
past
two
o’clock
?
And
here
much
Orlando
.
I
warrant
you
,
with
pure
love
and
troubled
brain
he
hath
ta’en
his
bow
and
arrows
and
is
gone
forth
to
sleep
.
ACT 4. SC. 3
Enter
Silvius
.
Look
who
comes
here
.
,
to
Rosalind
My
errand
is
to
you
,
fair
youth
.
My
gentle
Phoebe
did
bid
me
give
you
this
.
He
gives
Rosalind
a
paper
.
I
know
not
the
contents
,
but
as
I
guess
By
the
stern
brow
and
waspish
action
Which
she
did
use
as
she
was
writing
of
it
,
It
bears
an
angry
tenor
.
Pardon
me
.
I
am
but
as
a
guiltless
messenger
.
Rosalind
reads
the
letter
.
,
as
Ganymede
Patience
herself
would
startle
at
this
letter
And
play
the
swaggerer
.
Bear
this
,
bear
all
.
She
says
I
am
not
fair
,
that
I
lack
manners
.
She
calls
me
proud
,
and
that
she
could
not
love
me
Were
man
as
rare
as
phoenix
.
’Od’s
my
will
,
Her
love
is
not
the
hare
that
I
do
hunt
.
Why
writes
she
so
to
me
?
Well
,
shepherd
,
well
,
This
is
a
letter
of
your
own
device
.
No
,
I
protest
.
I
know
not
the
contents
.
Phoebe
did
write
it
.
,
as
Ganymede
Come
,
come
,
you
are
a
fool
,
And
turned
into
the
extremity
of
love
.
I
saw
her
hand
.
She
has
a
leathern
hand
,
A
freestone-colored
hand
.
I
verily
did
think
That
her
old
gloves
were
on
,
but
’twas
her
hands
.
She
has
a
huswife’s
hand
—
but
that’s
no
matter
.
I
say
she
never
did
invent
this
letter
.
This
is
a
man’s
invention
,
and
his
hand
.
Sure
it
is
hers
.
,
as
Ganymede
Why
,
’tis
a
boisterous
and
a
cruel
style
,
ACT 4. SC. 3
A
style
for
challengers
.
Why
,
she
defies
me
Like
Turk
to
Christian
.
Women’s
gentle
brain
Could
not
drop
forth
such
giant-rude
invention
,
Such
Ethiop
words
,
blacker
in
their
effect
Than
in
their
countenance
.
Will
you
hear
the
letter
?
So
please
you
,
for
I
never
heard
it
yet
,
Yet
heard
too
much
of
Phoebe’s
cruelty
.
,
as
Ganymede
She
Phoebes
me
.
Mark
how
the
tyrant
writes
.
(
Read
.
)
Art
thou
god
to
shepherd
turned
,
That
a
maiden’s
heart
hath
burned
?
Can
a
woman
rail
thus
?
Call
you
this
railing
?
,
as
Ganymede
(
Read
.
)
Why
,
thy
godhead
laid
apart
,
Warr’st
thou
with
a
woman’s
heart
?
Did
you
ever
hear
such
railing
?
Whiles
the
eye
of
man
did
woo
me
,
That
could
do
no
vengeance
to
me
.
Meaning
me
a
beast
.
If
the
scorn
of
your
bright
eyne
Have
power
to
raise
such
love
in
mine
,
Alack
,
in
me
what
strange
effect
Would
they
work
in
mild
aspect
?
Whiles
you
chid
me
,
I
did
love
.
How
then
might
your
prayers
move
?
He
that
brings
this
love
to
thee
Little
knows
this
love
in
me
,
And
by
him
seal
up
thy
mind
Whether
that
thy
youth
and
kind
Will
the
faithful
offer
take
Of
me
,
and
all
that
I
can
make
,
Or
else
by
him
my
love
deny
,
And
then
I’ll
study
how
to
die
.
ACT 4. SC. 3
Call
you
this
chiding
?
,
as
Aliena
Alas
,
poor
shepherd
.
,
as
Ganymede
Do
you
pity
him
?
No
,
he
deserves
no
pity
.
—
Wilt
thou
love
such
a
woman
?
What
,
to
make
thee
an
instrument
and
play
false
strains
upon
thee
?
Not
to
be
endured
.
Well
,
go
your
way
to
her
,
for
I
see
love
hath
made
thee
a
tame
snake
,
and
say
this
to
her
:
that
if
she
love
me
,
I
charge
her
to
love
thee
;
if
she
will
not
,
I
will
never
have
her
unless
thou
entreat
for
her
.
If
you
be
a
true
lover
,
hence
,
and
not
a
word
,
for
here
comes
more
company
.
Silvius
exits
.
Enter
Oliver
.
Good
morrow
,
fair
ones
.
Pray
you
,
if
you
know
,
Where
in
the
purlieus
of
this
forest
stands
A
sheepcote
fenced
about
with
olive
trees
?
,
as
Aliena
West
of
this
place
,
down
in
the
neighbor
bottom
;
The
rank
of
osiers
by
the
murmuring
stream
Left
on
your
right
hand
brings
you
to
the
place
.
But
at
this
hour
the
house
doth
keep
itself
.
There’s
none
within
.
If
that
an
eye
may
profit
by
a
tongue
,
Then
should
I
know
you
by
description
—
Such
garments
,
and
such
years
.
The
boy
is
fair
,
Of
female
favor
,
and
bestows
himself
Like
a
ripe
sister
;
the
woman
low
And
browner
than
her
brother
.
Are
not
you
The
owner
of
the
house
I
did
inquire
for
?
,
as
Aliena
It
is
no
boast
,
being
asked
,
to
say
we
are
.
Orlando
doth
commend
him
to
you
both
,
ACT 4. SC. 3
And
to
that
youth
he
calls
his
Rosalind
He
sends
this
bloody
napkin
.
Are
you
he
?
He
shows
a
stained
handkerchief
.
,
as
Ganymede
I
am
.
What
must
we
understand
by
this
?
Some
of
my
shame
,
if
you
will
know
of
me
What
man
I
am
,
and
how
,
and
why
,
and
where
This
handkercher
was
stained
.
,
as
Aliena
I
pray
you
tell
it
.
When
last
the
young
Orlando
parted
from
you
,
He
left
a
promise
to
return
again
Within
an
hour
,
and
pacing
through
the
forest
,
Chewing
the
food
of
sweet
and
bitter
fancy
,
Lo
,
what
befell
.
He
threw
his
eye
aside
—
And
mark
what
object
did
present
itself
:
Under
an
old
oak
,
whose
boughs
were
mossed
with
age
And
high
top
bald
with
dry
antiquity
,
A
wretched
,
ragged
man
,
o’ergrown
with
hair
,
Lay
sleeping
on
his
back
.
About
his
neck
A
green
and
gilded
snake
had
wreathed
itself
,
Who
with
her
head
,
nimble
in
threats
,
approached
The
opening
of
his
mouth
.
But
suddenly
,
Seeing
Orlando
,
it
unlinked
itself
And
,
with
indented
glides
,
did
slip
away
Into
a
bush
,
under
which
bush’s
shade
A
lioness
,
with
udders
all
drawn
dry
,
Lay
couching
,
head
on
ground
,
with
catlike
watch
When
that
the
sleeping
man
should
stir
—
for
’tis
The
royal
disposition
of
that
beast
To
prey
on
nothing
that
doth
seem
as
dead
.
This
seen
,
Orlando
did
approach
the
man
And
found
it
was
his
brother
,
his
elder
brother
.
ACT 4. SC. 3
,
as
Aliena
O
,
I
have
heard
him
speak
of
that
same
brother
,
And
he
did
render
him
the
most
unnatural
That
lived
amongst
men
.
And
well
he
might
so
do
,
For
well
I
know
he
was
unnatural
.
,
as
Ganymede
But
to
Orlando
:
did
he
leave
him
there
,
Food
to
the
sucked
and
hungry
lioness
?
Twice
did
he
turn
his
back
and
purposed
so
,
But
kindness
,
nobler
ever
than
revenge
,
And
nature
,
stronger
than
his
just
occasion
,
Made
him
give
battle
to
the
lioness
,
Who
quickly
fell
before
him
;
in
which
hurtling
,
From
miserable
slumber
I
awaked
.
,
as
Aliena
Are
you
his
brother
?
,
as
Ganymede
Was
’t
you
he
rescued
?
,
as
Aliena
Was
’t
you
that
did
so
oft
contrive
to
kill
him
?
’Twas
I
,
but
’tis
not
I
.
I
do
not
shame
To
tell
you
what
I
was
,
since
my
conversion
So
sweetly
tastes
,
being
the
thing
I
am
.
,
as
Ganymede
But
for
the
bloody
napkin
?
By
and
by
.
When
from
the
first
to
last
betwixt
us
two
Tears
our
recountments
had
most
kindly
bathed
—
As
how
I
came
into
that
desert
place
—
In
brief
,
he
led
me
to
the
gentle
duke
,
Who
gave
me
fresh
array
and
entertainment
,
Committing
me
unto
my
brother’s
love
;
Who
led
me
instantly
unto
his
cave
,
There
stripped
himself
,
and
here
upon
his
arm
The
lioness
had
torn
some
flesh
away
,
ACT 4. SC. 3
Which
all
this
while
had
bled
;
and
now
he
fainted
,
And
cried
in
fainting
upon
Rosalind
.
Brief
,
I
recovered
him
,
bound
up
his
wound
,
And
after
some
small
space
,
being
strong
at
heart
,
He
sent
me
hither
,
stranger
as
I
am
,
To
tell
this
story
,
that
you
might
excuse
His
broken
promise
,
and
to
give
this
napkin
Dyed
in
his
blood
unto
the
shepherd
youth
That
he
in
sport
doth
call
his
Rosalind
.
Rosalind
faints
.
,
as
Aliena
Why
,
how
now
,
Ganymede
,
sweet
Ganymede
?
Many
will
swoon
when
they
do
look
on
blood
.
,
as
Aliena
There
is
more
in
it
.
—
Cousin
Ganymede
.
Look
,
he
recovers
.
I
would
I
were
at
home
.
,
as
Aliena
We’ll
lead
you
thither
.
—
I
pray
you
,
will
you
take
him
by
the
arm
?
,
helping
Rosalind
to
rise
Be
of
good
cheer
,
youth
.
You
a
man
?
You
lack
a
man’s
heart
.
,
as
Ganymede
I
do
so
,
I
confess
it
.
Ah
,
sirrah
,
a
body
would
think
this
was
well-counterfeited
.
I
pray
you
tell
your
brother
how
well
I
counterfeited
.
Heigh-ho
.
This
was
not
counterfeit
.
There
is
too
great
testimony
in
your
complexion
that
it
was
a
passion
of
earnest
.
,
as
Ganymede
Counterfeit
,
I
assure
you
.
Well
then
,
take
a
good
heart
,
and
counterfeit
to
be
a
man
.
,
as
Ganymede
So
I
do
;
but
,
i’
faith
,
I
should
have
been
a
woman
by
right
.
,
as
Aliena
Come
,
you
look
paler
and
paler
.
Pray
you
draw
homewards
.
—
Good
sir
,
go
with
us
.
ACT 4. SC. 3
That
will
I
,
for
I
must
bear
answer
back
How
you
excuse
my
brother
,
Rosalind
.
,
as
Ganymede
I
shall
devise
something
.
But
I
pray
you
commend
my
counterfeiting
to
him
.
Will
you
go
?
They
exit
.
ACT
5
Scene
1
Enter
Touchstone
and
Audrey
.
We
shall
find
a
time
,
Audrey
.
Patience
,
gentle
Audrey
.
Faith
,
the
priest
was
good
enough
,
for
all
the
old
gentleman’s
saying
.
A
most
wicked
Sir
Oliver
,
Audrey
,
a
most
vile
Martext
.
But
Audrey
,
there
is
a
youth
here
in
the
forest
lays
claim
to
you
.
Ay
,
I
know
who
’tis
.
He
hath
no
interest
in
me
in
the
world
.
Enter
William
.
Here
comes
the
man
you
mean
.
It
is
meat
and
drink
to
me
to
see
a
clown
.
By
my
troth
,
we
that
have
good
wits
have
much
to
answer
for
.
We
shall
be
flouting
.
We
cannot
hold
.
Good
ev’n
,
Audrey
.
God
gi’
good
ev’n
,
William
.
,
to
Touchstone
And
good
ev’n
to
you
,
sir
.
Good
ev’n
,
gentle
friend
.
Cover
thy
head
,
cover
thy
head
.
Nay
,
prithee
,
be
covered
.
How
old
are
you
,
friend
?
Five-and-twenty
,
sir
.
A
ripe
age
.
Is
thy
name
William
?
William
,
sir
.
ACT 5. SC. 1
A
fair
name
.
Wast
born
i’
th’
forest
here
?
Ay
,
sir
,
I
thank
God
.
Thank
God
.
A
good
answer
.
Art
rich
?
’Faith
sir
,
so-so
.
So-so
is
good
,
very
good
,
very
excellent
good
.
And
yet
it
is
not
:
it
is
but
so-so
.
Art
thou
wise
?
Ay
,
sir
,
I
have
a
pretty
wit
.
Why
,
thou
sayst
well
.
I
do
now
remember
a
saying
:
The
fool
doth
think
he
is
wise
,
but
the
wise
man
knows
himself
to
be
a
fool
.
The
heathen
philosopher
,
when
he
had
a
desire
to
eat
a
grape
,
would
open
his
lips
when
he
put
it
into
his
mouth
,
meaning
thereby
that
grapes
were
made
to
eat
and
lips
to
open
.
You
do
love
this
maid
?
I
do
,
sir
.
Give
me
your
hand
.
Art
thou
learned
?
No
,
sir
.
Then
learn
this
of
me
:
to
have
is
to
have
.
For
it
is
a
figure
in
rhetoric
that
drink
,
being
poured
out
of
a
cup
into
a
glass
,
by
filling
the
one
doth
empty
the
other
.
For
all
your
writers
do
consent
that
ipse
is
he
.
Now
,
you
are
not
ipse
,
for
I
am
he
.
Which
he
,
sir
?
He
,
sir
,
that
must
marry
this
woman
.
Therefore
,
you
clown
,
abandon
—
which
is
in
the
vulgar
leave
—
the
society
—
which
in
the
boorish
is
company
—
of
this
female
—
which
in
the
common
is
woman
;
which
together
is
,
abandon
the
society
of
this
female
,
or
,
clown
,
thou
perishest
;
or
,
to
thy
better
understanding
,
diest
;
or
,
to
wit
,
I
kill
thee
,
make
thee
away
,
translate
thy
life
into
death
,
thy
liberty
into
bondage
.
I
will
deal
in
poison
with
thee
,
or
in
bastinado
,
or
in
steel
.
I
will
bandy
with
thee
in
faction
.
I
will
o’errun
thee
with
policy
.
I
will
kill
thee
a
hundred
and
fifty
ways
.
Therefore
tremble
and
depart
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
Do
,
good
William
.
,
to
Touchstone
God
rest
you
merry
,
sir
.
He
exits
.
Enter
Corin
.
Our
master
and
mistress
seeks
you
.
Come
away
,
away
.
Trip
,
Audrey
,
trip
,
Audrey
.
—
I
attend
,
I
attend
.
They
exit
.
Scene
2
Enter
Orlando
,
with
his
arm
in
a
sling
,
and
Oliver
.
Is
’t
possible
that
on
so
little
acquaintance
you
should
like
her
?
That
,
but
seeing
,
you
should
love
her
?
And
loving
,
woo
?
And
wooing
,
she
should
grant
?
And
will
you
persever
to
enjoy
her
?
Neither
call
the
giddiness
of
it
in
question
,
the
poverty
of
her
,
the
small
acquaintance
,
my
sudden
wooing
,
nor
her
sudden
consenting
,
but
say
with
me
I
love
Aliena
;
say
with
her
that
she
loves
me
;
consent
with
both
that
we
may
enjoy
each
other
.
It
shall
be
to
your
good
,
for
my
father’s
house
and
all
the
revenue
that
was
old
Sir
Rowland’s
will
I
estate
upon
you
,
and
here
live
and
die
a
shepherd
.
Enter
Rosalind
,
as
Ganymede
.
You
have
my
consent
.
Let
your
wedding
be
tomorrow
.
Thither
will
I
invite
the
Duke
and
all
’s
contented
followers
.
Go
you
and
prepare
Aliena
,
for
,
look
you
,
here
comes
my
Rosalind
.
,
as
Ganymede
,
to
Oliver
God
save
you
,
brother
.
And
you
,
fair
sister
.
He
exits
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
,
as
Ganymede
O
my
dear
Orlando
,
how
it
grieves
me
to
see
thee
wear
thy
heart
in
a
scarf
.
It
is
my
arm
.
,
as
Ganymede
I
thought
thy
heart
had
been
wounded
with
the
claws
of
a
lion
.
Wounded
it
is
,
but
with
the
eyes
of
a
lady
.
,
as
Ganymede
Did
your
brother
tell
you
how
I
counterfeited
to
swoon
when
he
showed
me
your
handkercher
?
Ay
,
and
greater
wonders
than
that
.
,
as
Ganymede
O
,
I
know
where
you
are
.
Nay
,
’tis
true
.
There
was
never
anything
so
sudden
but
the
fight
of
two
rams
,
and
Caesar’s
thrasonical
brag
of
I
came
,
saw
,
and
overcame
.
For
your
brother
and
my
sister
no
sooner
met
but
they
looked
,
no
sooner
looked
but
they
loved
,
no
sooner
loved
but
they
sighed
,
no
sooner
sighed
but
they
asked
one
another
the
reason
,
no
sooner
knew
the
reason
but
they
sought
the
remedy
;
and
in
these
degrees
have
they
made
a
pair
of
stairs
to
marriage
,
which
they
will
climb
incontinent
,
or
else
be
incontinent
before
marriage
.
They
are
in
the
very
wrath
of
love
,
and
they
will
together
.
Clubs
cannot
part
them
.
They
shall
be
married
tomorrow
,
and
I
will
bid
the
Duke
to
the
nuptial
.
But
O
,
how
bitter
a
thing
it
is
to
look
into
happiness
through
another
man’s
eyes
.
By
so
much
the
more
shall
I
tomorrow
be
at
the
height
of
heart-heaviness
by
how
much
I
shall
think
my
brother
happy
in
having
what
he
wishes
for
.
,
as
Ganymede
Why
,
then
,
tomorrow
I
cannot
serve
your
turn
for
Rosalind
?
I
can
live
no
longer
by
thinking
.
,
as
Ganymede
I
will
weary
you
then
no
longer
with
idle
talking
.
Know
of
me
then
—
for
ACT 5. SC. 2
now
I
speak
to
some
purpose
—
that
I
know
you
are
a
gentleman
of
good
conceit
.
I
speak
not
this
that
you
should
bear
a
good
opinion
of
my
knowledge
,
insomuch
I
say
I
know
you
are
.
Neither
do
I
labor
for
a
greater
esteem
than
may
in
some
little
measure
draw
a
belief
from
you
to
do
yourself
good
,
and
not
to
grace
me
.
Believe
then
,
if
you
please
,
that
I
can
do
strange
things
.
I
have
,
since
I
was
three
year
old
,
conversed
with
a
magician
,
most
profound
in
his
art
and
yet
not
damnable
.
If
you
do
love
Rosalind
so
near
the
heart
as
your
gesture
cries
it
out
,
when
your
brother
marries
Aliena
shall
you
marry
her
.
I
know
into
what
straits
of
fortune
she
is
driven
,
and
it
is
not
impossible
to
me
,
if
it
appear
not
inconvenient
to
you
,
to
set
her
before
your
eyes
tomorrow
,
human
as
she
is
,
and
without
any
danger
.
Speak’st
thou
in
sober
meanings
?
,
as
Ganymede
By
my
life
I
do
,
which
I
tender
dearly
,
though
I
say
I
am
a
magician
.
Therefore
put
you
in
your
best
array
,
bid
your
friends
;
for
if
you
will
be
married
tomorrow
,
you
shall
,
and
to
Rosalind
,
if
you
will
.
Enter
Silvius
and
Phoebe
.
Look
,
here
comes
a
lover
of
mine
and
a
lover
of
hers
.
,
to
Rosalind
Youth
,
you
have
done
me
much
ungentleness
To
show
the
letter
that
I
writ
to
you
.
,
as
Ganymede
I
care
not
if
I
have
.
It
is
my
study
To
seem
despiteful
and
ungentle
to
you
.
You
are
there
followed
by
a
faithful
shepherd
.
Look
upon
him
,
love
him
;
he
worships
you
.
ACT 5. SC. 2
,
to
Silvius
Good
shepherd
,
tell
this
youth
what
’tis
to
love
.
It
is
to
be
all
made
of
sighs
and
tears
,
And
so
am
I
for
Phoebe
.
And
I
for
Ganymede
.
And
I
for
Rosalind
.
,
as
Ganymede
And
I
for
no
woman
.
It
is
to
be
all
made
of
faith
and
service
,
And
so
am
I
for
Phoebe
.
And
I
for
Ganymede
.
And
I
for
Rosalind
.
,
as
Ganymede
And
I
for
no
woman
.
It
is
to
be
all
made
of
fantasy
,
All
made
of
passion
and
all
made
of
wishes
,
All
adoration
,
duty
,
and
observance
,
All
humbleness
,
all
patience
and
impatience
,
All
purity
,
all
trial
,
all
observance
,
And
so
am
I
for
Phoebe
.
And
so
am
I
for
Ganymede
.
And
so
am
I
for
Rosalind
.
,
as
Ganymede
And
so
am
I
for
no
woman
.
If
this
be
so
,
why
blame
you
me
to
love
you
?
If
this
be
so
,
why
blame
you
me
to
love
you
?
If
this
be
so
,
why
blame
you
me
to
love
you
?
,
as
Ganymede
Why
do
you
speak
too
,
Why
blame
you
me
to
love
you
?
To
her
that
is
not
here
,
nor
doth
not
hear
.
,
as
Ganymede
Pray
you
,
no
more
of
this
.
ACT 5. SC. 3
’Tis
like
the
howling
of
Irish
wolves
against
the
moon
.
(
To
Silvius
.
)
I
will
help
you
if
I
can
.
(
To
Phoebe
.
)
I
would
love
you
if
I
could
.
—
Tomorrow
meet
me
all
together
.
(
To
Phoebe
.
)
I
will
marry
you
if
ever
I
marry
woman
,
and
I’ll
be
married
tomorrow
.
(
To
Orlando
.
)
I
will
satisfy
you
if
ever
I
satisfy
man
,
and
you
shall
be
married
tomorrow
.
(
To
Silvius
.
)
I
will
content
you
,
if
what
pleases
you
contents
you
,
and
you
shall
be
married
tomorrow
.
(
To
Orlando
.
)
As
you
love
Rosalind
,
meet
.
(
To
Silvius
.
)
As
you
love
Phoebe
,
meet
.
—
And
as
I
love
no
woman
,
I’ll
meet
.
So
fare
you
well
.
I
have
left
you
commands
.
I’ll
not
fail
,
if
I
live
.
Nor
I
.
Nor
I
.
They
exit
.
Scene
3
Enter
Touchstone
and
Audrey
.
Tomorrow
is
the
joyful
day
,
Audrey
.
Tomorrow
will
we
be
married
.
I
do
desire
it
with
all
my
heart
,
and
I
hope
it
is
no
dishonest
desire
to
desire
to
be
a
woman
of
the
world
.
Enter
two
Pages
.
Here
come
two
of
the
banished
duke’s
pages
.
Well
met
,
honest
gentleman
.
By
my
troth
,
well
met
.
Come
,
sit
,
sit
,
and
a
song
.
We
are
for
you
.
Sit
i’
th’
middle
.
They
sit
.
Shall
we
clap
into
’t
roundly
,
without
ACT 5. SC. 3
hawking
or
spitting
or
saying
we
are
hoarse
,
which
are
the
only
prologues
to
a
bad
voice
?
I’
faith
,
i’
faith
,
and
both
in
a
tune
like
two
gypsies
on
a
horse
.
Song
.
sing
It
was
a
lover
and
his
lass
,
With
a
hey
,
and
a
ho
,
and
a
hey-nonny-no
,
That
o’er
the
green
cornfield
did
pass
In
springtime
,
the
only
pretty
ring
time
,
When
birds
do
sing
,
hey
ding
a
ding
,
ding
.
Sweet
lovers
love
the
spring
.
Between
the
acres
of
the
rye
,
With
a
hey
,
and
a
ho
,
and
a
hey-nonny-no
,
These
pretty
country
folks
would
lie
In
springtime
,
the
only
pretty
ring
time
,
When
birds
do
sing
,
hey
ding
a
ding
,
ding
.
Sweet
lovers
love
the
spring
.
This
carol
they
began
that
hour
,
With
a
hey
,
and
a
ho
,
and
a
hey-nonny-no
,
How
that
a
life
was
but
a
flower
In
springtime
,
the
only
pretty
ring
time
,
When
birds
do
sing
,
hey
ding
a
ding
,
ding
.
Sweet
lovers
love
the
spring
.
And
therefore
take
the
present
time
,
With
a
hey
,
and
a
ho
,
and
a
hey-nonny-no
,
For
love
is
crownèd
with
the
prime
,
In
springtime
,
the
only
pretty
ring
time
,
When
birds
do
sing
,
hey
ding
a
ding
,
ding
.
Sweet
lovers
love
the
spring
.
ACT 5. SC. 4
Truly
,
young
gentlemen
,
though
there
was
no
great
matter
in
the
ditty
,
yet
the
note
was
very
untunable
.
You
are
deceived
,
sir
.
We
kept
time
.
We
lost
not
our
time
.
By
my
troth
,
yes
.
I
count
it
but
time
lost
to
hear
such
a
foolish
song
.
God
be
wi’
you
,
and
God
mend
your
voices
.
—
Come
,
Audrey
.
They
rise
and
exit
.
Scene
4
Enter
Duke
Senior
,
Amiens
,
Jaques
,
Orlando
,
Oliver
,
and
Celia
as
Aliena
.
Dost
thou
believe
,
Orlando
,
that
the
boy
Can
do
all
this
that
he
hath
promisèd
?
I
sometimes
do
believe
and
sometimes
do
not
,
As
those
that
fear
they
hope
,
and
know
they
fear
.
Enter
Rosalind
as
Ganymede
,
Silvius
,
and
Phoebe
.
,
as
Ganymede
Patience
once
more
whiles
our
compact
is
urged
.
To
Duke
.
You
say
,
if
I
bring
in
your
Rosalind
,
You
will
bestow
her
on
Orlando
here
?
That
would
I
,
had
I
kingdoms
to
give
with
her
.
,
as
Ganymede
,
to
Orlando
And
you
say
you
will
have
her
when
I
bring
her
?
That
would
I
,
were
I
of
all
kingdoms
king
.
,
as
Ganymede
,
to
Phoebe
You
say
you’ll
marry
me
if
I
be
willing
?
ACT 5. SC. 4
That
will
I
,
should
I
die
the
hour
after
.
,
as
Ganymede
But
if
you
do
refuse
to
marry
me
,
You’ll
give
yourself
to
this
most
faithful
shepherd
?
So
is
the
bargain
.
,
as
Ganymede
,
to
Silvius
You
say
that
you’ll
have
Phoebe
if
she
will
?
Though
to
have
her
and
death
were
both
one
thing
.
,
as
Ganymede
I
have
promised
to
make
all
this
matter
even
.
Keep
you
your
word
,
O
duke
,
to
give
your
daughter
,
—
You
yours
,
Orlando
,
to
receive
his
daughter
.
—
Keep
you
your
word
,
Phoebe
,
that
you’ll
marry
me
,
Or
else
,
refusing
me
,
to
wed
this
shepherd
.
—
Keep
your
word
,
Silvius
,
that
you’ll
marry
her
If
she
refuse
me
.
And
from
hence
I
go
To
make
these
doubts
all
even
.
Rosalind
and
Celia
exit
.
I
do
remember
in
this
shepherd
boy
Some
lively
touches
of
my
daughter’s
favor
.
My
lord
,
the
first
time
that
I
ever
saw
him
Methought
he
was
a
brother
to
your
daughter
.
But
,
my
good
lord
,
this
boy
is
forest-born
And
hath
been
tutored
in
the
rudiments
Of
many
desperate
studies
by
his
uncle
,
Whom
he
reports
to
be
a
great
magician
Obscurèd
in
the
circle
of
this
forest
.
Enter
Touchstone
and
Audrey
.
There
is
sure
another
flood
toward
,
and
these
couples
are
coming
to
the
ark
.
Here
comes
a
pair
of
ACT 5. SC. 4
very
strange
beasts
,
which
in
all
tongues
are
called
fools
.
Salutation
and
greeting
to
you
all
.
,
to
Duke
Good
my
lord
,
bid
him
welcome
.
This
is
the
motley-minded
gentleman
that
I
have
so
often
met
in
the
forest
.
He
hath
been
a
courtier
,
he
swears
.
If
any
man
doubt
that
,
let
him
put
me
to
my
purgation
.
I
have
trod
a
measure
.
I
have
flattered
a
lady
.
I
have
been
politic
with
my
friend
,
smooth
with
mine
enemy
.
I
have
undone
three
tailors
.
I
have
had
four
quarrels
,
and
like
to
have
fought
one
.
And
how
was
that
ta’en
up
?
Faith
,
we
met
and
found
the
quarrel
was
upon
the
seventh
cause
.
How
seventh
cause
?
—
Good
my
lord
,
like
this
fellow
.
I
like
him
very
well
.
God
’ild
you
,
sir
.
I
desire
you
of
the
like
.
I
press
in
here
,
sir
,
amongst
the
rest
of
the
country
copulatives
,
to
swear
and
to
forswear
,
according
as
marriage
binds
and
blood
breaks
.
A
poor
virgin
,
sir
,
an
ill-favored
thing
,
sir
,
but
mine
own
.
A
poor
humor
of
mine
,
sir
,
to
take
that
that
no
man
else
will
.
Rich
honesty
dwells
like
a
miser
,
sir
,
in
a
poor
house
,
as
your
pearl
in
your
foul
oyster
.
By
my
faith
,
he
is
very
swift
and
sententious
.
According
to
the
fool’s
bolt
,
sir
,
and
such
dulcet
diseases
.
But
for
the
seventh
cause
.
How
did
you
find
the
quarrel
on
the
seventh
cause
?
Upon
a
lie
seven
times
removed
.
—
Bear
your
body
more
seeming
,
Audrey
.
—
As
thus
,
sir
:
I
did
dislike
the
cut
of
a
certain
courtier’s
beard
.
He
ACT 5. SC. 4
sent
me
word
if
I
said
his
beard
was
not
cut
well
,
he
was
in
the
mind
it
was
.
This
is
called
the
retort
courteous
.
If
I
sent
him
word
again
it
was
not
well
cut
,
he
would
send
me
word
he
cut
it
to
please
himself
.
This
is
called
the
quip
modest
.
If
again
it
was
not
well
cut
,
he
disabled
my
judgment
.
This
is
called
the
reply
churlish
.
If
again
it
was
not
well
cut
,
he
would
answer
I
spake
not
true
.
This
is
called
the
reproof
valiant
.
If
again
it
was
not
well
cut
,
he
would
say
I
lie
.
This
is
called
the
countercheck
quarrelsome
,
and
so
to
the
lie
circumstantial
,
and
the
lie
direct
.
And
how
oft
did
you
say
his
beard
was
not
well
cut
?
I
durst
go
no
further
than
the
lie
circumstantial
,
nor
he
durst
not
give
me
the
lie
direct
,
and
so
we
measured
swords
and
parted
.
Can
you
nominate
in
order
now
the
degrees
of
the
lie
?
O
sir
,
we
quarrel
in
print
,
by
the
book
,
as
you
have
books
for
good
manners
.
I
will
name
you
the
degrees
:
the
first
,
the
retort
courteous
;
the
second
,
the
quip
modest
;
the
third
,
the
reply
churlish
;
the
fourth
,
the
reproof
valiant
;
the
fifth
,
the
countercheck
quarrelsome
;
the
sixth
,
the
lie
with
circumstance
;
the
seventh
,
the
lie
direct
.
All
these
you
may
avoid
but
the
lie
direct
,
and
you
may
avoid
that
too
with
an
if
.
I
knew
when
seven
justices
could
not
take
up
a
quarrel
,
but
when
the
parties
were
met
themselves
,
one
of
them
thought
but
of
an
if
,
as
:
If
you
said
so
,
then
I
said
so
.
And
they
shook
hands
and
swore
brothers
.
Your
if
is
the
only
peacemaker
:
much
virtue
in
if
.
,
to
Duke
Is
not
this
a
rare
fellow
,
my
lord
?
He’s
as
good
at
anything
and
yet
a
fool
.
ACT 5. SC. 4
He
uses
his
folly
like
a
stalking-horse
,
and
under
the
presentation
of
that
he
shoots
his
wit
.
Enter
Hymen
,
Rosalind
,
and
Celia
.
Still
music
.
Then
is
there
mirth
in
heaven
When
earthly
things
made
even
Atone
together
.
Good
duke
,
receive
thy
daughter
.
Hymen
from
heaven
brought
her
,
Yea
,
brought
her
hither
,
That
thou
mightst
join
her
hand
with
his
,
Whose
heart
within
his
bosom
is
.
,
to
Duke
To
you
I
give
myself
,
for
I
am
yours
.
To
Orlando
.
To
you
I
give
myself
,
for
I
am
yours
.
If
there
be
truth
in
sight
,
you
are
my
daughter
.
If
there
be
truth
in
sight
,
you
are
my
Rosalind
.
If
sight
and
shape
be
true
,
Why
then
,
my
love
adieu
.
,
to
Duke
I’ll
have
no
father
,
if
you
be
not
he
.
To
Orlando
.
I’ll
have
no
husband
,
if
you
be
not
he
,
To
Phoebe
.
Nor
ne’er
wed
woman
,
if
you
be
not
she
.
Peace
,
ho
!
I
bar
confusion
.
’Tis
I
must
make
conclusion
Of
these
most
strange
events
.
Here’s
eight
that
must
take
hands
To
join
in
Hymen’s
bands
,
If
truth
holds
true
contents
.
ACT 5. SC. 4
To
Rosalind
and
Orlando
.
You
and
you
no
cross
shall
part
.
To
Celia
and
Oliver
.
You
and
you
are
heart
in
heart
.
To
Phoebe
.
You
to
his
love
must
accord
Or
have
a
woman
to
your
lord
.
To
Audrey
and
Touchstone
.
You
and
you
are
sure
together
As
the
winter
to
foul
weather
.
To
All
.
Whiles
a
wedlock
hymn
we
sing
,
Feed
yourselves
with
questioning
,
That
reason
wonder
may
diminish
How
thus
we
met
,
and
these
things
finish
.
Song
.
Wedding
is
great
Juno’s
crown
,
O
blessèd
bond
of
board
and
bed
.
’Tis
Hymen
peoples
every
town
.
High
wedlock
then
be
honorèd
.
Honor
,
high
honor
,
and
renown
To
Hymen
,
god
of
every
town
.
,
to
Celia
O
my
dear
niece
,
welcome
thou
art
to
me
,
Even
daughter
,
welcome
in
no
less
degree
.
,
to
Silvius
I
will
not
eat
my
word
.
Now
thou
art
mine
,
Thy
faith
my
fancy
to
thee
doth
combine
.
Enter
Second
Brother
,
Jaques
de
Boys
.
Let
me
have
audience
for
a
word
or
two
.
I
am
the
second
son
of
old
Sir
Rowland
,
That
bring
these
tidings
to
this
fair
assembly
.
ACT 5. SC. 4
Duke
Frederick
,
hearing
how
that
every
day
Men
of
great
worth
resorted
to
this
forest
,
Addressed
a
mighty
power
,
which
were
on
foot
In
his
own
conduct
,
purposely
to
take
His
brother
here
and
put
him
to
the
sword
;
And
to
the
skirts
of
this
wild
wood
he
came
,
Where
,
meeting
with
an
old
religious
man
,
After
some
question
with
him
,
was
converted
Both
from
his
enterprise
and
from
the
world
,
His
crown
bequeathing
to
his
banished
brother
,
And
all
their
lands
restored
to
them
again
That
were
with
him
exiled
.
This
to
be
true
I
do
engage
my
life
.
Welcome
,
young
man
.
Thou
offer’st
fairly
to
thy
brothers’
wedding
:
To
one
his
lands
withheld
,
and
to
the
other
A
land
itself
at
large
,
a
potent
dukedom
.
—
First
,
in
this
forest
let
us
do
those
ends
That
here
were
well
begun
and
well
begot
,
And
,
after
,
every
of
this
happy
number
That
have
endured
shrewd
days
and
nights
with
us
Shall
share
the
good
of
our
returnèd
fortune
According
to
the
measure
of
their
states
.
Meantime
,
forget
this
new-fall’n
dignity
,
And
fall
into
our
rustic
revelry
.
—
Play
,
music
.
—
And
you
brides
and
bridegrooms
all
,
With
measure
heaped
in
joy
to
th’
measures
fall
.
,
to
Second
Brother
Sir
,
by
your
patience
:
if
I
heard
you
rightly
,
The
Duke
hath
put
on
a
religious
life
And
thrown
into
neglect
the
pompous
court
.
He
hath
.
To
him
will
I
.
Out
of
these
convertites
There
is
much
matter
to
be
heard
and
learned
.
ACT 5. SC. 4
To
Duke
.
You
to
your
former
honor
I
bequeath
;
Your
patience
and
your
virtue
well
deserves
it
.
To
Orlando
.
You
to
a
love
that
your
true
faith
doth
merit
.
To
Oliver
.
You
to
your
land
,
and
love
,
and
great
allies
.
To
Silvius
.
You
to
a
long
and
well-deservèd
bed
.
To
Touchstone
.
And
you
to
wrangling
,
for
thy
loving
voyage
Is
but
for
two
months
victualled
.
—
So
to
your
pleasures
.
I
am
for
other
than
for
dancing
measures
.
Stay
,
Jaques
,
stay
.
To
see
no
pastime
,
I
.
What
you
would
have
I’ll
stay
to
know
at
your
abandoned
cave
.
He
exits
.
Proceed
,
proceed
.
We’ll
begin
these
rites
,
As
we
do
trust
they’ll
end
,
in
true
delights
.
Dance
.
All
but
Rosalind
exit
.
EPILOGUE
EPILOGUE
.
It
is
not
the
fashion
to
see
the
lady
the
epilogue
,
but
it
is
no
more
unhandsome
than
to
see
the
lord
the
prologue
.
If
it
be
true
that
good
wine
needs
no
bush
,
’tis
true
that
a
good
play
needs
no
epilogue
.
Yet
to
good
wine
they
do
use
good
bushes
,
and
good
plays
prove
the
better
by
the
help
of
good
epilogues
.
What
a
case
am
I
in
then
that
am
neither
a
good
epilogue
nor
cannot
insinuate
with
you
in
the
behalf
of
a
good
play
!
I
am
not
furnished
like
a
beggar
;
therefore
to
beg
will
not
become
me
.
My
way
is
to
conjure
you
,
and
I’ll
begin
with
the
women
.
I
charge
you
,
O
women
,
for
the
love
you
bear
to
men
,
to
like
as
much
of
this
play
as
please
you
.
And
I
charge
you
,
O
men
,
for
the
love
you
bear
to
women
—
as
I
perceive
by
your
simpering
,
none
of
you
hates
them
—
that
between
you
and
the
women
the
play
may
please
.
If
I
were
a
woman
,
I
would
kiss
as
many
of
you
as
had
beards
that
pleased
me
,
complexions
that
liked
me
,
and
breaths
that
I
defied
not
.
And
I
am
sure
as
many
as
have
good
beards
,
or
good
faces
,
or
sweet
breaths
will
for
my
kind
offer
,
when
I
make
curtsy
,
bid
me
farewell
.
She
exits
.
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