Whiles you chid me, I do love; Ros. Do not 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. [Exit SILVIUS. Enter OLIVER. Where, in the purlieust of this forest, stands The rank of osiers by the murmuring stream, But at this hour the house doth keep itself, Oli. If that an eye may profit by a tongue, Cel. It is no boast, being ask'd, to say, we are. this? Cel. I pray you, tell it. Oli. When last the young Orlando parted He left a promise to return again The opening of his mouth; but suddenly • Nature, + Environs of a forest. 1 Handkerchief 523 The royal disposition of that beast, And he did render him the most unnatural Oli. And well he might so do, Ros. But, to Orlando;-Did he leave him Food to the suck'd and hungry lioness? But kindness, nobler ever than revenge, Cel. Was't you that did so oft contrive to kill Oli. 'Twas I; but 'tis not I: I do not shame When from the first to last, betwixt us two. Which all this while had bled; and now he faint- Cel. There is more in it:-Cousin-Gany- Oli. Look, he recovers. Ros. I would, I were at home. I pray you, will you take him by the arm? Ros. I do so, I confess it. Ah, Sir, a body would think this was well counterfeited: I pray you, tell your brother how well I counterfeited.-Heigh ho! Oli. This was not counterfeit; there is too great testimony in your complexion, that it was a passion of carnest. Ros. Counterfeit, I assure you. Oli. Well then, take a good heart, and counterfeit to be a man. Ros. So I do: but, i'faith I should have been a woman by right. Cel. Come, you look paler and paler; pray you, draw homewards :-Good Sir, go with us. Oli. That will I, for I must bear answer How you excuse my brother, Rosalind. [back + Scutie. * Describe Touch. 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. Will. Good even, Audrey. Aud. God ye good even, William. Will. And good even to you, Sir. Touch. Good even, gentle friend: Cover thy head, cover thy head; nay, pr'ythee, be covered. How old are you, friend? Will. Five and twenty, Sir. Touch. A ripe age: Is thy name, William? Touch. A fair name: Wast born i'the forest here? Will. Ay, Sir, I thank God. Enter CORIN. Cor. Our master and mistress seek you come, away, away. Touch. Trip, Audrey, trip, Audrey;—I attend, I attend. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The same. Enter ORLANDO and OLIver. Orl. 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 persévere to enjoy her? Oli. 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. Orl. You have my consent. Let your wedding be to-morrow: thither will I invite the duke, and all his contented followers: Go you, and prepare Aliena; for, look you, here comes my Rosalind. Ros. God save you, brother. Oli. And you, fair sister. Ros. O, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to see thee wear thy heart in a scarf. Orl. It is my arm. Ros. I thought, thy heart had been wounded Touch. Thank God;-a good answer: Art with the claws of a lion. rich? Will. 'Faith, Sir, so, so. Touch. So, so, is good, very good, very excellent good:-and yet it is not; it is but so so. Art thou wise? Will. Ay, Sir, I have a pretty wit. Touch. Why, thou say'st 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? Will. I do, Sir. Touch. Give me your hand: Art thou learned? Touch. 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. Will. Which he, Sir? Touch. 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; 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'er-run thee with policy; I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways; therefore tremnie, and depart. Aud. Do, good William. Orl. Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady. Ros. Did your brother tell you how I counterfeited to swoon, when he showed me your handkerchief? Orl. Ay, and greater wonders than that. Ros. O, I know where you are:-Nay, 'tis true: there was never any thing so sudden, but the fight of two rams, and Cæsar'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. Orl. They shall be married to-morrow; 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 to-morrow be at the height of heart-heaviness, by how much I shall think my brother happy, in having what he wishes for. Ros. Why then, to-morrow I cannot serve your turn for Rosalind? Orl. I can live no longer by thinking. Ros. I will weary you no longer then with idle talking. Know of me then, (for 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 labour for a greater esteem than [Exit, may in some little measure draw a belief t Sil. I'll not fail, if I live. SCENE III.-The same. you, to do yourself good, and not to grace me. Orl. Speakest thou in sober meanings? Enter SILVIUS and PHEBe. Look, here comes a lover of mine, and a lover of hers. Phe. Youth, you have done me much ungentleness, To show the letter that I writ to you. Ros. I care not, if I have: it is my study, Sil. It is to be all made of sighs and tears;- Phe. And I for Ganymede. Sil. It is to be all made of faith and ser And so am I for Phebe. Phe. And I for Ganymede. Orl. And I for Rosalind. Ros. And I for no woman. Sil. It is to be all made of fantasy, [vice ; All made of passion, and all made of wishes; All humbleness, all patience, and impatience, Phe. And so am I for Ganymede. Phe. If this be so, why blame you me to love you? Ros. Who do you speak to, why blame you me to love you? Ürl. To her, that is not here, nor doth not hear. Ros. Pray you, no more of this; 'tis like the howling of Irish wolves against the moon.-I will help you, [To SILVIUS] if I can :-I would love you, [To PHEBE] if I could.-To-morrow meet me all together.-I will marry you, [To PHEBE] if ever I marry woman, and I'll be married to-morrow :-I will satisfy you, [To ORLANDO] if ever I satisfied man, and you shall be married to-morrow:-I will content you, [To SILVIUS] if what pleases you contents you, and you shall be married to-morrow.-As you, [To ORLANDO] love Rosalind, meet;—as you, To SILVIUS] love Phebe, meet; And as I love no woman, I'll meet.-So fare you well; I have left you commands. Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY. hope it is no dishonest desire, to desire to be a Enter two PAGES. 1 Page. Well met, honest gentleman. Touch. By my troth, well met: Come, sit, sit, and a song. 2 Page. We are for you: sit i'the middle. hawking, or spitting, or saying we are hoarse; 1 Page. Shall we clap into't roundly, without which are the only prologues to a bad voice? 2 Page. I'faith, i'faith; and both in a tune, like two gipsies on a horse. IV. And therefore take the present time, Touch. Truly, young gentlemen, though there was no greater matter in the ditty, yet the note was very untunable. 1 Page. You are deceived, Sir; we kept time, we lost not our time. Touch. By my troth, yes; I count it but time Can do all this that he hath promised? As [fear. those that fear they hope, and know they Enter ROSALIND, SILVIUS, and PHEBE. Ros. Patience once more, whiles our comYou say, if I bring in your Rosalind, páct is urg'd:- [To the DUKE. You will bestow her on Orlando here? * A married woman P Duke S. That would I, had I kingdoms to give with her. Ros. And you say, you will have her, when I bring her? [To ORLANDO. Or!. That would I, were I of all kingdoms king. Ros. You say, you'll marry me, if I be willing? [To PHEBE. Phe. That will I, should I die the hour after. Ros. But, if you do refuse to marry me, [herd? You'll give yourself to this most faithful shepPhe. So is the bargain. Ros. You say, that you'll have Phebe, if she will? [To SILVIUS. Sil. Though to have her and death were both one thing. Ros. I have promis'd to make all this matter even. Keep you your word, O duke, to give your daughter; You yours, Orlando, to receive his daughter:- [Exeunt ROSALIND and CELIA. Duke S. I do remember in this shepherd-boy Some lively touches of my daughter's favour. Orl. My lord, the first time that I ever saw him, Methought he was a brother to your daughter: Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY. Jaq. There is, sure, another flood toward, and these couples are coming to the ark! Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called fools. Touch. Salutation and greeting to you all! Jaq. 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. Touch. 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 my enemy; I have undone three tailors; I have had four quarrels, and like to have fought one. Jaq. And how was that ta'en up? Touch. 'Faith, we met, and found the quarrel was upon the seventh cause. Jaq. How seventh cause?-Good my lord, like this fellow. Duke S. I like him very well. Touch. 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 forScar; according as marriage binds, and blood breaks-A poor virgin, Sir, an ill-favoured thing, Sir, but mine own; a poor humour of wine, 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. Duke S. By my faith, he is very swift and sententious. Touch. According to the fool's bolt, Sir, and such dulcet diseases. Jaq. But, for the seventh cause; how did you find the quarrel on the seventh cause? A stately solemn dance. Touch. 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 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 judgement: 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. Jaq. And how oft did you say, his beard was not well cut? Touch. 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. Jaq. Can you nominate in order now the degrees of the lie? Touch. 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 se ven 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. Jaq. Is not this a rare fellow, my lord? he's as good at any thing, and yet a fool. Duke S. He uses his folly like a stalking horse, and under the presentation of that, he shoots his wit. Enter HYMEN, leading ROSALIND in womar's clothes; and CELIA. Hym. Then is there mirth in heaven, Good duke, receive thy daughter, Yea, brought her hither ; That thou might'st join her hand with his, Ros. To you I give myself, for I am yours. [TO DUKE S. [To ORLANDO. Duke S. If there be truth in sight, you are my daughter. To you I give myself, for I am yours. Orl. If there be truth in sight, you are my Rosalind. Phe. If sight and shape be true, Why then, my love adieu! Ros. I'll have no father, if you be not he: [TO DUKE S. I'll have no husband, if you be not he : [TO ORLANDO. to me; Even daughter, welcome in no less degree. Phe. I will not eat my word, now thou art mine; Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine.+ [TO SILVIUS. Enter JAQUES DE BOIS. I am the second son of old Sir Rowland, Duke S. Welcome, young man ; Shall share the good of our returned fortune, And fall into our rustic revelry:Play, music;-and you brides and bridegrooms all, [fall. With measure heap'd in joy, to the measures Jaq. Sir, by your patience; If I heard you rightly, The duke hath put on a religious life, Jaq. To him will I; out of these convertites There is much matter to be heard and learn'd.— You to your former honour I bequeath; [TO DUKE S. Your patience, and your virtue well deserves it: You [To ORLANDO] to a love, that your true faith doth merit : You [To OLIVER] to your land, and love, and great allies: You [To SILVIUS] to a long and well deserved bed; And you [To TOUCHSTONE] to wrangling; for thy loving voyage Is but for two months victual'd:-So to your pleasures; I am for other than for dancing measures. Jaq. To see no pastime, I:-what you would have I'll stay to know at your abandon'd cave. [Exit. Duke S. Proceed, proceed: we will begin these rites, And we do trust they'll end in true delights. EPILOGUE. [A dance. Ros. It is not the fashion to see the lady the to see the lord the prologue. If it be true, that epilogue: but it is no more unhandsome, than 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 epilogue, nor cannot insinuate with you in the case am I in then, that am neither a good 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 them: and so I charge you, O men, for the love you bear to women, (as I perceive by your simpering, none of you hate them,) that between you and the women, the play may please. If I were a woman, I would me, complexions that liked me, and breaths kiss as many of you as had beards that pleased 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 curt'sy, bid me farewell. [Exeunt |