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As you Like it


 
 Actus primus. Scoena Prima.
 
 Enter Orlando and Adam.
 
   Orlando. As I remember Adam, it was vpon this fashion
 bequeathed me by will, but poore a thousand
 Crownes, and as thou saist, charged my brother
 on his blessing to breed mee well: and
 there begins my sadnesse: My brother Iaques he keepes
 at schoole, and report speakes goldenly of his profit:
 for my part, he keepes me rustically at home, or (to speak
 more properly) staies me heere at home vnkept: for call
 you that keeping for a gentleman of my birth, that differs
 not from the stalling of an Oxe? his horses are bred
 better, for besides that they are faire with their feeding,
 they are taught their mannage, and to that end Riders
 deerely hir'd: but I (his brother) gaine nothing vnder
 him but growth, for the which his Animals on his
 dunghils are as much bound to him as I: besides this nothing
 that he so plentifully giues me, the something that
 nature gaue mee, his countenance seemes to take from
 me: hee lets mee feede with his Hindes, barres mee the
 place of a brother, and as much as in him lies, mines my
 gentility with my education. This is it Adam that
 grieues me, and the spirit of my Father, which I thinke
 is within mee, begins to mutinie against this seruitude.
 I will no longer endure it, though yet I know no wise
 remedy how to auoid it.
 Enter Oliuer.
 
   Adam. Yonder comes my Master, your brother
 
    Orlan. Goe a-part Adam, and thou shalt heare how
 he will shake me vp
 
    Oli. Now Sir, what make you heere?
   Orl. Nothing: I am not taught to make any thing
 
    Oli. What mar you then sir?
   Orl. Marry sir, I am helping you to mar that which
 God made, a poore vnworthy brother of yours with
 idlenesse
 
    Oliuer. Marry sir be better employed, and be naught
 a while
 
    Orlan. Shall I keepe your hogs, and eat huskes with
 them? what prodigall portion haue I spent, that I should
 come to such penury?
   Oli. Know you where you are sir?
   Orl. O sir, very well: heere in your Orchard
 
    Oli. Know you before whom sir?
   Orl. I, better then him I am before knowes mee: I
 know you are my eldest brother, and in the gentle condition
 of bloud you should so know me: the courtesie of
 nations allowes you my better, in that you are the first
 borne, but the same tradition takes not away my bloud,
 were there twenty brothers betwixt vs: I haue as much
 of my father in mee, as you, albeit I confesse your comming
 before me is neerer to his reuerence
 
    Oli. What Boy
 
    Orl. Come, come elder brother, you are too yong in this
 
    Oli. Wilt thou lay hands on me villaine?
   Orl. I am no villaine: I am the yongest sonne of Sir
 Rowland de Boys, he was my father, and he is thrice a villaine
 that saies such a father begot villaines: wert thou
 not my brother, I would not take this hand from thy
 throat, till this other had puld out thy tongue for saying
 so, thou hast raild on thy selfe
 
    Adam. Sweet Masters bee patient, for your Fathers
 remembrance, be at accord
 
    Oli. Let me goe I say
 
    Orl. I will not till I please: you shall heare mee: my
 father charg'd you in his will to giue me good education:
 you haue train'd me like a pezant, obscuring and
 hiding from me all gentleman-like qualities: the spirit
 of my father growes strong in mee, and I will no longer
 endure it: therefore allow me such exercises as may become
 a gentleman, or giue mee the poore allottery my
 father left me by testament, with that I will goe buy my
 fortunes
 
    Oli. 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 haue some part of your will, I pray you
 leaue me
 
    Orl. I will no further offend you, then becomes mee
 for my good
 
    Oli. Get you with him, you olde dogge
 
    Adam. Is old dogge my reward: most true, I haue
 lost my teeth in your seruice: God be with my olde master,
 he would not haue spoke such a word.
 
 Ex. Orl. Ad.
 
   Oli. Is it euen so, begin you to grow vpon me? I will
 physicke your ranckenesse, and yet giue no thousand
 crownes neyther: holla Dennis.
 Enter Dennis.
 
   Den. Calls your worship?
   Oli. Was not Charles the Dukes Wrastler heere to
 speake with me?
   Den. So please you, he is heere at the doore, and importunes
 accesse to you
 
    Oli. Call him in: 'twill be a good way: and to morrow
 the wrastling is.
 Enter Charles.
 
   Cha. Good morrow to your worship
 
    Oli. Good Mounsier Charles: what's the new newes
 at the new Court?
   Charles. There's no newes at the Court Sir, but the
 olde newes: that is, the old Duke is banished by his yonger
 brother the new Duke, and three or foure louing
 Lords haue put themselues into voluntary exile with
 him, whose lands and reuenues enrich the new Duke,
 therefore he giues them good leaue to wander
 
    Oli. Can you tell if Rosalind the Dukes daughter bee
 banished with her Father?
   Cha. O no; for the Dukes daughter her Cosen so
 loues her, being euer from their Cradles bred together,
 that hee would haue followed her exile, or haue died to
 stay behind her; she is at the Court, and no lesse beloued
 of her Vncle, then his owne daughter, and neuer two Ladies
 loued as they doe
 
    Oli. Where will the old Duke liue?
   Cha. They say hee is already in the Forrest of Arden,
 and a many merry men with him; and there they liue
 like the old Robin Hood of England: they say many yong
 Gentlemen flocke to him euery day, and fleet the time
 carelesly as they did in the golden world
 
    Oli. What, you wrastle to morrow before the new
 Duke
 
    Cha. Marry doe I sir: and I came to acquaint you
 with a matter: I am giuen sir secretly to vnderstand, that
 your yonger brother Orlando hath a disposition to come
 in disguis'd against mee to try a fall: to morrow sir I
 wrastle for my credit, and hee that escapes me without
 some broken limbe, shall acquit him well: your brother
 is but young and tender, and for your loue I would bee
 loth to foyle him, as I must for my owne honour if hee
 come in: therefore out of my loue to you, I came hither
 to acquaint you withall, that either you might stay him
 from his intendment, or brooke such disgrace well as he
 shall runne into, in that it is a thing of his owne search,
 and altogether against my will
 
    Oli. Charles , I thanke thee for thy loue to me, which
 thou shalt finde I will most kindly requite: I had my
 selfe notice of my Brothers purpose heerein, and haue by
 vnder-hand meanes laboured to disswade him from it;
 but he is resolute. Ile tell thee Charles, it is the stubbornest
 yong fellow of France, full of ambition, an enuious
 emulator of euery mans good parts, a secret & villanous
 contriuer against mee his naturall brother: therefore vse
 thy discretion, I had as liefe thou didst breake his necke
 as his finger. And thou wert best looke to't; for if thou
 dost him any slight disgrace, or if hee doe not mightilie
 grace himselfe on thee, hee will practise against thee by
 poyson, entrap thee by some treacherous deuise, and neuer
 leaue thee till he hath tane thy life by some indirect
 meanes or other: for I assure thee, (and almost with
 teares I speake it) there is not one so young, and so villanous
 this day liuing. I speake but brotherly of him,
 but should I anathomize him to thee, as hee is, I must
 blush, and weepe, and thou must looke pale and
 wonder
 
    Cha. I am heartily glad I came hither to you: if hee
 come to morrow, Ile giue him his payment: if euer hee
 goe alone againe, Ile neuer wrastle for prize more: and
 so God keepe your worship.
 Enter.
 
 Farewell good Charles. Now will I stirre this Gamester:
 I hope I shall see an end of him; for my soule (yet
 I know not why) hates nothing more then he: yet hee's
 gentle, neuer school'd, and yet learned, full of noble
 deuise, of all sorts enchantingly beloued, and indeed
 so much in the heart of the world, and especially of my
 owne people, who best know him, that I am altogether
 misprised: but it shall not be so long, this wrastler shall
 cleare all: nothing remaines, but that I kindle the boy
 thither, which now Ile goe about.
 Enter.
 
 
 Scoena Secunda.
 
 Enter Rosalind, and Cellia.
 
   Cel. I pray thee Rosalind, sweet my Coz, be merry
 
    Ros. Deere Cellia; I show more mirth then I am mistresse
 of, and would you yet were merrier: vnlesse you
 could teach me to forget a banished father, you must not
 learne mee how to remember any extraordinary pleasure
 
    Cel. Heerein I see thou lou'st mee not with the full
 waight that I loue thee; if my Vncle thy banished father
 had banished thy Vncle the Duke my Father, so thou
 hadst beene still with mee, I could haue taught my loue
 to take thy father for mine; so wouldst thou, if the truth
 of thy loue to me were so righteously temper'd, as mine
 is to thee
 
    Ros. Well, I will forget the condition of my estate,
 to reioyce in yours
 
    Cel. You know my Father hath no childe, but I, nor
 none is like to haue; and truely when he dies, thou shalt
 be his heire; for what hee hath taken away from thy father
 perforce, I will render thee againe in affection: by
 mine honor I will, and when I breake that oath, let mee
 turne monster: therefore my sweet Rose, my deare Rose,
 be merry
 
    Ros. From henceforth I will Coz, and deuise sports:
 let me see, what thinke you of falling in Loue?
   Cel. Marry I prethee doe, to make sport withall: but
 loue no man in good earnest, nor no further in sport neyther,
 then with safety of a pure blush, thou maist in honor
 come off againe
 
    Ros. What shall be our sport then?
   Cel. Let vs sit and mocke the good houswife Fortune
 from her wheele, that her gifts may henceforth bee
 bestowed equally
 
    Ros. I would wee could doe so: for her benefits are
 mightily misplaced, and the bountifull blinde woman
 doth most mistake in her gifts to women
 
    Cel. 'Tis true, for those that she makes faire, she scarce
 makes honest, & those that she makes honest, she makes
 very illfauouredly
 
    Ros. Nay now thou goest from Fortunes office to Natures:
 Fortune reignes in gifts of the world, not in the
 lineaments of Nature.
 Enter Clowne.
 
   Cel. No; when Nature hath made a faire creature,
 may she not by Fortune fall into the fire? though nature
 hath giuen vs wit to flout at Fortune, hath not Fortune
 sent in this foole to cut off the argument?
   Ros. Indeed there is fortune too hard for nature, when
 fortune makes natures naturall, the cutter off of natures
 witte
 
    Cel. Peraduenture this is not Fortunes work neither,
 but Natures, who perceiueth our naturall wits too dull
 to reason of such goddesses, hath sent this Naturall for
 our whetstone: for alwaies the dulnesse of the foole, is
 the whetstone of the wits. How now Witte, whether
 wander you?
   Clow. Mistresse, you must come away to your father
 
    Cel. Were you made the messenger?
   Clo. No by mine honor, but I was bid to come for you
   Ros. Where learned you that oath foole?
   Clo. Of a certaine Knight, that swore by his Honour
 they were good Pan-cakes, and swore by his Honor the
 Mustard was naught: Now Ile stand to it, the Pancakes
 were naught, and the Mustard was good, and yet was
 not the Knight forsworne
 
    Cel. How proue you that in the great heape of your
 knowledge?
   Ros. I marry, now vnmuzzle your wisedome
 
    Clo. Stand you both forth now: stroke your chinnes,
 and sweare by your beards that I am a knaue
 
    Cel. By our beards (if we had them) thou art
 
    Clo. By my knauerie (if I had it) then I were: but if
 you sweare by that that is not, you are not forsworn: no
 more was this knight swearing by his Honor, for he neuer
 had anie; or if he had, he had sworne it away, before
 euer he saw those Pancakes, or that Mustard
 
    Cel. Prethee, who is't that thou means't?
   Clo. One that old Fredericke your Father loues
 
    Ros. My Fathers loue is enough to honor him enough;
 speake no more of him, you'l be whipt for taxation one
 of these daies
 
    Clo. The more pittie that fooles may not speak wisely,
 what Wisemen do foolishly
 
    Cel. By my troth thou saiest true: For, since the little
 wit that fooles haue was silenced, the little foolerie that
 wise men haue makes a great shew; Heere comes Monsieur
 the Beu.
 Enter le Beau.
 
   Ros. With his mouth full of newes
 
    Cel. Which he will put on vs, as Pigeons feed their
 young
 
    Ros. Then shal we be newes-cram'd
 
    Cel. All the better: we shalbe the more Marketable.
 Boon-iour Monsieur le Beu, what's the newes?
   Le Beu. Faire Princesse,
 you haue lost much good sport
 
    Cel. Sport: of what colour?
   Le Beu. What colour Madame? How shall I aunswer
 you?
   Ros. As wit and fortune will
 
    Clo. Or as the destinies decrees
 
    Cel. Well said, that was laid on with a trowell
 
    Clo. Nay, if I keepe not my ranke
 
    Ros. Thou loosest thy old smell
 
    Le Beu. You amaze me Ladies: I would haue told
 you of good wrastling, which you haue lost the sight of
 
    Ros. Yet tell vs the manner of the Wrastling
 
    Le Beu. I wil tell you the beginning: and if it please
 your Ladiships, you may see the end, for the best is yet
 to doe, and heere where you are, they are comming to
 performe it
 
    Cel. Well, the beginning that is dead and buried
 
    Le Beu. There comes an old man, and his three sons
 
    Cel. I could match this beginning with an old tale
 
    Le Beu. Three proper yong men, of excellent growth
 and presence
 
    Ros. With bils on their neckes: Be it knowne vnto
 all men by these presents
 
    Le Beu. The eldest of the three, wrastled with Charles
 the Dukes Wrastler, which Charles in a moment threw
 him, and broke three of his ribbes, that there is little
 hope of life in him: So he seru'd the second, and so the
 third: yonder they lie, the poore old man their Father,
 making such pittiful dole ouer them, that all the beholders
 take his part with weeping
 
    Ros. Alas
 
    Clo. But what is the sport Monsieur, that the Ladies
 haue lost?
   Le Beu. Why this that I speake of
 
    Clo. Thus men may grow wiser euery day. It is the
 first time that euer I heard breaking of ribbes was sport
 for Ladies
 
    Cel. Or I, I promise thee
 
    Ros. But is there any else longs to see this broken
 Musicke in his sides? Is there yet another doates vpon
 rib-breaking? Shall we see this wrastling Cosin?
   Le Beu. You must if you stay heere, for heere is the
 place appointed for the wrastling, and they are ready to
 performe it
 
    Cel. Yonder sure they are comming. Let vs now stay
 and see it.
 
 Flourish. Enter Duke, Lords, Orlando, Charles, and Attendants.
 
   Duke. Come on, since the youth will not be intreated
 His owne perill on his forwardnesse
 
    Ros. Is yonder the man?
   Le Beu. Euen he, Madam
 
    Cel. Alas, he is too yong: yet he looks successefully
   Du. How now daughter, and Cousin:
 Are you crept hither to see the wrastling?
   Ros. I my Liege, so please you giue vs leaue
 
    Du. You wil take little delight in it, I can tell you
 there is such oddes in the man: In pitie of the challengers
 youth, I would faine disswade him, but he will not
 bee entreated. Speake to him Ladies, see if you can
 mooue him
 
    Cel. Call him hether good Monsieuer Le Beu
 
    Duke. Do so: Ile not be by
 
    Le Beu. Monsieur the Challenger, the Princesse cals
 for you
 
    Orl. I attend them with all respect and dutie
 
    Ros. Young man, haue you challeng'd Charles the
 Wrastler?
   Orl. No faire Princesse: he is the generall challenger,
 I come but in as others do, to try with him the strength
 of my youth
 
    Cel. Yong Gentleman, your spirits are too bold for
 your yeares: you haue seene cruell proofe of this mans
 strength, if you saw your selfe with your eies, or knew
 your selfe with your iudgment, the feare of your aduenture
 would counsel you to a more equall enterprise. We
 pray you for your owne sake to embrace your own safetie,
 and giue ouer this attempt
 
    Ros. Do yong Sir, your reputation shall not therefore
 be misprised: we wil make it our suite to the Duke, that
 the wrastling might not go forward
 
    Orl. I beseech you, punish mee not with your harde
 thoughts, wherein I confesse me much guiltie to denie
 so faire and excellent Ladies anie thing. But let your
 faire eies, and gentle wishes go with mee to my triall;
 wherein if I bee foil'd, there is but one sham'd that was
 neuer gracious: if kil'd, but one dead that is willing to
 be so: I shall do my friends no wrong, for I haue none to
 lament me: the world no iniurie, for in it I haue nothing:
 onely in the world I fil vp a place, which may bee better
 supplied, when I haue made it emptie
 
    Ros. The little strength that I haue, I would it were
 with you
 
    Cel. And mine to eeke out hers
 
    Ros. Fare you well: praie heauen I be deceiu'd in you
 
    Cel. Your hearts desires be with you
 
    Char. Come, where is this yong gallant, that is so
 desirous to lie with his mother earth?
   Orl. Readie Sir, but his will hath in it a more modest
 working
 
    Duk. You shall trie but one fall
 
    Cha. No, I warrant your Grace you shall not entreat
 him to a second, that haue so mightilie perswaded him
 from a first
 
    Orl. You meane to mocke me after: you should not
 haue mockt me before: but come your waies
 
    Ros. Now Hercules, be thy speede yong man
 
    Cel. I would I were inuisible, to catch the strong fellow
 by the legge.
 
 Wrastle.
 
   Ros. Oh excellent yong man
 
    Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eie, I can tell who
 should downe.
 
 Shout.
 
   Duk. No more, no more
 
    Orl. Yes I beseech your Grace, I am not yet well
 breath'd
 
    Duk. How do'st thou Charles?
   Le Beu. He cannot speake my Lord
 
    Duk. Beare him awaie:
 What is thy name yong man?
   Orl. Orlando my Liege, the yongest sonne of Sir Roland
 de Boys
 
    Duk. I would thou hadst beene son to some man else,
 The world esteem'd thy father honourable,
 But I did finde him still mine enemie:
 Thou should'st haue better pleas'd me with this deede,
 Hadst thou descended from another house:
 But fare thee well, thou art a gallant youth,
 I would thou had'st told me of another Father.
 
 Exit Duke.
 
   Cel. Were I my Father (Coze) would I do this?
   Orl. I am more proud to be Sir Rolands sonne,
 His yongest sonne, and would not change that calling
 To be adopted heire to Fredricke
 
    Ros. My Father lou'd Sir Roland as his soule,
 And all the world was of my Fathers minde,
 Had I before knowne this yong man his sonne,
 I should haue giuen him teares vnto entreaties,
 Ere he should thus haue ventur'd
 
    Cel. Gentle Cosen,
 Let vs goe thanke him, and encourage him:
 My Fathers rough and enuious disposition
 Sticks me at heart: Sir, you haue well deseru'd,
 If you doe keepe your promises in loue;
 But iustly as you haue exceeded all promise,
 Your Mistris shall be happie
 
    Ros. Gentleman,
 Weare this for me: one out of suites with fortune
 That could giue more, but that her hand lacks meanes.
 Shall we goe Coze?
   Cel. I: fare you well faire Gentleman
 
    Orl. Can I not say, I thanke you? My better parts
 Are all throwne downe, and that which here stands vp
 Is but a quintine, a meere liuelesse blocke
 
    Ros. He cals vs back: my pride fell with my fortunes,
 Ile aske him what he would: Did you call Sir?
 Sir, you haue wrastled well, and ouerthrowne
 More then your enemies
 
    Cel. Will you goe Coze?
   Ros. Haue with you: fare you well.
 Enter.
 
   Orl. What passion hangs these waights vpo[n] my toong?
 I cannot speake to her, yet she vrg'd conference.
 Enter Le Beu.
 
 O poore Orlando! thou art ouerthrowne
 Or Charles, or something weaker masters thee
 
    Le Beu. Good Sir, I do in friendship counsaile you
 To leaue this place; Albeit you haue deseru'd
 High commendation, true applause, and loue;
 Yet such is now the Dukes condition,
 That he misconsters all that you haue done:
 The Duke is humorous, what he is indeede
 More suites you to conceiue, then I to speake of
 
    Orl. I thanke you Sir; and pray you tell me this,
 Which of the two was daughter of the Duke,
 That here was at the Wrastling?
   Le Beu. Neither his daughter, if we iudge by manners,
 But yet indeede the taller is his daughter,
 The other is daughter to the banish'd Duke,
 And here detain'd by her vsurping Vncle
 To keepe his daughter companie, whose loues
 Are deerer then the naturall bond of Sisters:
 But I can tell you, that of late this Duke
 Hath tane displeasure 'gainst his gentle Neece,
 Grounded vpon no other argument,
 But that the people praise her for her vertues,
 And pittie her, for her good Fathers sake;
 And on my life his malice 'gainst the Lady
 Will sodainly breake forth: Sir, fare you well,
 Hereafter in a better world then this,
 I shall desire more loue and knowledge of you
 
    Orl. I rest much bounden to you: fare you well.
 Thus must I from the smoake into the smother,
 From tyrant Duke, vnto a tyrant Brother.
 But heauenly Rosaline.
 
 Exit
 
 
 Scena Tertius.
 
 Enter Celia and Rosaline.
 
   Cel. Why Cosen, why Rosaline: Cupid haue mercie,
 Not a word?
   Ros. Not one to throw at a dog
 
    Cel. No, thy words are too precious to be cast away
 vpon curs, throw some of them at me; come lame mee
 with reasons
 
    Ros. Then there were two Cosens laid vp, when the
 one should be lam'd with reasons, and the other mad
 without any
 
    Cel. But is all this for your Father?
   Ros. No, some of it is for my childes Father: Oh
 how full of briers is this working day world
 
    Cel. They are but burs, Cosen, throwne vpon thee
 in holiday foolerie, if we walke not in the trodden paths
 our very petty-coates will catch them
 
    Ros. I could shake them off my coate, these burs are
 in my heart
 
    Cel. Hem them away
 
    Ros. I would try if I could cry hem, and haue him
 
    Cel. Come, come, wrastle with thy affections
 
    Ros. O they take the part of a better wrastler then
 my selfe
 
    Cel. O, a good wish vpon you: you will trie in time
 in dispight of a fall: but turning these iests out of seruice,
 let vs talke in good earnest: Is it possible on such a sodaine,
 you should fall into so strong a liking with old Sir
 Roulands yongest sonne?
   Ros. The Duke my Father lou'd his Father deerelie
 
    Cel. Doth it therefore ensue that you should loue his
 Sonne deerelie? By this kinde of chase, I should hate
 him, for my father hated his father deerely; yet I hate
 not Orlando
 
    Ros. No faith, hate him not for my sake
 
    Cel. Why should I not? doth he not deserue well?
 Enter Duke with Lords.
 
   Ros. Let me loue him for that, and do you loue him
 Because I doe. Looke, here comes the Duke
 
    Cel. With his eies full of anger
 
    Duk. Mistris, dispatch you with your safest haste,
 And get you from our Court
 
    Ros. Me Vncle
 
    Duk. You Cosen,
 Within these ten daies if that thou beest found
 So neere our publike Court as twentie miles,
 Thou diest for it
 
    Ros. I doe beseech your Grace
 Let me the knowledge of my fault beare with me:
 If with my selfe I hold intelligence,
 Or haue acquaintance with mine owne desires,
 If that I doe not dreame, or be not franticke,
 (As I doe trust I am not) then deere Vncle,
 Neuer so much as in a thought vnborne,
 Did I offend your highnesse
 
    Duk. Thus doe all Traitors,
 If their purgation did consist in words,
 They are as innocent as grace it selfe;
 Let is suffice thee that I trust thee not
 
    Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a Traitor;
 Tell me whereon the likelihoods depends?
   Duk. Thou art thy Fathers daughter, there's enough
 
    Ros. So was I when your highnes took his Dukdome,
 So was I when your highnesse banisht him;
 Treason is not inherited my Lord,
 Or if we did deriue it from our friends,
 What's that to me, my Father was no Traitor,
 Then good my Leige, mistake me not so much,
 To thinke my pouertie is treacherous
 
    Cel. Deere Soueraigne heare me speake
 
    Duk. I Celia, we staid her for your sake,
 Else had she with her Father rang'd along
 
    Cel. I did not then intreat to haue her stay,
 It was your pleasure, and your owne remorse,
 I was too yong that time to value her,
 But now I know her: if she be a Traitor,
 Why so am I: we still haue slept together,
 Rose at an instant, learn'd, plaid, eate together,
 And wheresoere we went, like Iunos Swans,
 Still we went coupled and inseperable
 
    Duk. She is too subtile for thee, and her smoothnes;
 Her verie silence, and her patience,
 Speake to the people, and they pittie her:
 Thou art a foole, she robs thee of thy name,
 And thou wilt show more bright, & seem more vertuous
 When she is gone: then open not thy lips
 Firme, and irreuocable is my doombe,
 Which I haue past vpon her, she is banish'd
 
    Cel. Pronounce that sentence then on me my Leige,
 I cannot liue out of her companie
 
    Duk. You are a foole: you Neice prouide your selfe,
 If you out-stay the time, vpon mine honor,
 And in the greatnesse of my word you die.
 
 Exit Duke, &c.
 
   Cel. O my poore Rosaline, whether wilt thou goe?
 Wilt thou change Fathers? I will giue thee mine:
 I charge thee be not thou more grieu'd then I am
 
    Ros. I haue more cause
 
    Cel. Thou hast not Cosen,
 Prethee be cheerefull; know'st thou not the Duke
 Hath banish'd me his daughter?
   Ros. That he hath not
 
    Cel. No, hath not? Rosaline lacks then the loue
 Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one,
 Shall we be sundred? shall we part sweete girle?
 No, let my Father seeke another heire:
 Therefore deuise with me how we may flie
 Whether to goe, and what to beare with vs,
 And doe not seeke to take your change vpon you,
 To beare your griefes your selfe, and leaue me out:
 For by this heauen, now at our sorrowes pale;
 Say what thou canst, Ile goe along with thee
 
    Ros. Why, whether shall we goe?
   Cel. To seeke my Vncle in the Forrest of Arden
 
    Ros. Alas, what danger will it be to vs,
 (Maides as we are) to trauell forth so farre?
 Beautie prouoketh theeues sooner then gold
 
    Cel. Ile put my selfe in poore and meane attire,
 And with a kinde of vmber smirch my face,
 The like doe you, so shall we passe along,
 And neuer stir assailants
 
    Ros. Were it not better,
 Because that I am more then common tall,
 That I did suite me all points like a man,
 A gallant curtelax vpon my thigh,
 A bore-speare in my hand, and in my heart
 Lye there what hidden womans feare there will,
 Weele haue a swashing and a marshall outside,
 As manie other mannish cowards haue,
 That doe outface it with their semblances
 
    Cel. What shall I call thee when thou art a man?
   Ros. Ile haue no worse a name then Ioues owne Page,
 And therefore looke you call me Ganimed.
 But what will you be call'd?
   Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state:
 No longer Celia, but Aliena
 
    Ros. But Cosen, what if we assaid to steale
 The clownish Foole out of your Fathers Court:
 Would he not be a comfort to our trauaile?
   Cel. Heele goe along ore the wide world with me,
 Leaue me alone to woe him; Let's away
 And get our Iewels and our wealth together,
 Deuise the fittest time, and safest way
 To hide vs from pursuite that will be made
 After my flight: now goe in we content
 To libertie, and not to banishment.
 
 Exeunt.
 
 
 Actus Secundus. Scoena Prima.
 
 Enter Duke Senior: Amyens, and two or three Lords like
 Forresters.
 
   Duk.Sen. Now my Coe-mates, and brothers in exile:
 Hath not old custome made this life more sweete
 Then that of painted pompe? Are not these woods
 More free from perill then the enuious Court?
 Heere feele we not the penaltie of Adam,
 The seasons difference, as the Icie phange
 And churlish chiding of the winters winde,
 Which when it bites and blowes vpon my body
 Euen till I shrinke with cold, I smile, and say
 This is no flattery: these are counsellors
 That feelingly perswade me what I am:
 Sweet are the vses of aduersitie
 Which like the toad, ougly and venemous,
 Weares yet a precious Iewell in his head:
 And this our life exempt from publike haunt,
 Findes tongues in trees, bookes in the running brookes,
 Sermons in stones, and good in euery thing
 
    Amien. I would not change it, happy is your Grace
 That can translate the stubbornnesse of fortune
 Into so quiet and so sweet a stile
 
    Du.Sen. Come, shall we goe and kill vs venison?
 And yet it irkes me the poore dapled fooles
 Being natiue Burgers of this desert City,
 Should in their owne confines with forked heads
 Haue their round hanches goard
 
    1.Lord. Indeed my Lord
 The melancholy Iaques grieues at that,
 And in that kinde sweares you doe more vsurpe
 Then doth your brother that hath banish'd you:
 To day my Lord of Amiens, and my selfe,
 Did steale behinde him as he lay along
 Vnder an oake, whose anticke roote peepes out
 Vpon the brooke that brawles along this wood,
 To the which place a poore sequestred Stag
 That from the Hunters aime had tane a hurt,
 Did come to languish; and indeed my Lord
 The wretched annimall heau'd forth such groanes
 That their discharge did stretch his leatherne coat
 Almost to bursting, and the big round teares
 Cours'd one another downe his innocent nose
 In pitteous chase: and thus the hairie foole,
 Much marked of the melancholie Iaques,
 Stood on th' extremest verge of the swift brooke,
 Augmenting it with teares
 
    Du.Sen. But what said Iaques?
 Did he not moralize this spectacle?
   1.Lord. O yes, into a thousand similies.
 First, for his weeping into the needlesse streame;
 Poore Deere quoth he, thou mak'st a testament
 As worldlings doe, giuing thy sum of more
 To that which had too much: then being there alone,
 Left and abandoned of his veluet friend;
 'Tis right quoth he, thus miserie doth part
 The Fluxe of companie: anon a carelesse Heard
 Full of the pasture, iumps along by him
 And neuer staies to greet him: I quoth Iaques,
 Sweepe on you fat and greazie Citizens,
 'Tis iust the fashion; wherefore doe you looke
 Vpon that poore and broken bankrupt there?
 Thus most inuectiuely he pierceth through
 The body of Countrie, Citie, Court,
 Yea, and of this our life, swearing that we
 Are meere vsurpers, tyrants, and whats worse
 To fright the Annimals, and to kill them vp
 In their assign'd and natiue dwelling place
 
    D.Sen. And did you leaue him in this contemplation?
   2.Lord. We did my Lord, weeping and commenting
 Vpon the sobbing Deere
 
    Du.Sen. Show me the place,
 I loue to cope him in these sullen fits,
 For then he's full of matter
 
    1.Lor. Ile bring you to him strait.
 
 Exeunt.
 
 
 Scena Secunda.
 
 Enter Duke, with Lords.
 
   Duk. Can it be possible that no man saw them?
 It cannot be, some villaines of my Court
 Are of consent and sufferance in this
 
    1.Lo. I cannot heare of any that did see her,
 The Ladies her attendants of her chamber
 Saw her a bed, and in the morning early,
 They found the bed vntreasur'd of their Mistris
 
    2.Lor. My Lord, the roynish Clown, at whom so oft,
 Your Grace was wont to laugh is also missing,
 Hisperia the Princesse Gentlewoman
 Confesses that she secretly ore-heard
 Your daughter and her Cosen much commend
 The parts and graces of the Wrastler
 That did but lately foile the synowie Charles,
 And she beleeues where euer they are gone
 That youth is surely in their companie
 
    Duk. Send to his brother, fetch that gallant hither,
 If he be absent, bring his Brother to me,
 Ile make him finde him: do this sodainly;
 And let not search and inquisition quaile,
 To bring againe these foolish runawaies.
 
 Exeunt.
 
 
 Scena Tertia.
 
 Enter Orlando and Adam.
 
   Orl. Who's there?
   Ad. What my yong Master, oh my gentle master,
 Oh my sweet master, O you memorie
 Of old Sir Rowland; why, what make you here?
 Why are you vertuous? Why do people loue you?
 And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and valiant?
 Why would you be so fond to ouercome
 The bonnie priser of the humorous Duke?
 Your praise is come too swiftly home before you.
 Know you not Master, to seeme kinde of men,
 Their graces serue them but as enemies,
 No more doe yours: your vertues gentle Master
 Are sanctified and holy traitors to you:
 Oh what a world is this, when what is comely
 Enuenoms him that beares it?
 Why, what's the matter?
   Ad. O vnhappie youth,
 Come not within these doores: within this roofe
 The enemie of all your graces liues
 Your brother, no, no brother, yet the sonne
 (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 meanes,
 To burne the lodging where you vse to lye,
 And you within it: if he faile of that
 He will haue other meanes to cut you off;
 I ouerheard him: and his practises:
 This is no place, this house is but a butcherie;
 Abhorre it, feare it, doe not enter it
 
    Ad. Why whether Adam would'st thou haue me go?
   Ad. No matter whether, so you come not here
 
    Orl. What, would'st thou haue me go & beg my food,
 Or with a base and boistrous Sword enforce
 A theeuish liuing on the common rode?
 This I must do, or know not what to do:
 Yet this I will not do, do how I can,
 I rather will subiect me to the malice
 Of a diuerted blood, and bloudie brother
 
    Ad. But do not so: I haue fiue hundred Crownes,
 The thriftie hire I saued vnder your Father,
 Which I did store to be my foster Nurse,
 When seruice should in my old limbs lie lame,
 And vnregarded age in corners throwne,
 Take that, and he that doth the Rauens feede,
 Yea prouidently caters for the Sparrow,
 Be comfort to my age: here is the gold,
 All this I giue you, let me be your seruant,
 Though I looke old, yet I am strong and lustie;
 For in my youth I neuer did apply
 Hot, and rebellious liquors in my bloud,
 Nor did not with vnbashfull forehead woe,
 The meanes of weaknesse and debilitie,
 Therefore my age is as a lustie winter,
 Frostie, but kindely; let me goe with you,
 Ile doe the seruice of a yonger man
 In all your businesse and necessities
 
    Orl. Oh good old man, how well in thee appeares
 The constant seruice of the antique world,
 When seruice sweate for dutie, not for meede:
 Thou art not for the fashion of these times,
 Where none will sweate, but for promotion,
 And hauing that do choake their seruice vp,
 Euen with the hauing, it is not so with thee:
 But poore old man, thou prun'st a rotten tree,
 That cannot so much as a blossome yeelde,
 In lieu of all thy paines and husbandrie,
 But come thy waies, weele goe along together,
 And ere we haue thy youthfull wages spent,
 Weele light vpon some setled low content
 
    Ad. Master goe on, and I will follow thee
 To the last gaspe with truth and loyaltie,
 From seauentie yeeres, till now almost fourescore
 Here liued I, but now liue here no more
 At seauenteene yeeres, many their fortunes seeke
 But at fourescore, it is too late a weeke,
 Yet fortune cannot recompence me better
 Then to die well, and not my Masters debter.
 
 Exeunt.
 
 
 Scena Quarta.
 
 Enter Rosaline for Ganimed, Celia for Aliena, and Clowne, alias
 Touchstone.
 
   Ros. O Iupiter, how merry are my spirits?
   Clo. I care not for my spirits, if my legges were not
 wearie
 
    Ros. I could finde in my heart to disgrace my mans
 apparell, and to cry like a woman: but I must comfort
 the weaker vessell, as doublet and hose ought to show it
 selfe coragious to petty-coate; therefore courage, good
 Aliena
 
    Cel. I pray you beare with me, I cannot goe no further
 
    Clo. For my part, I had rather beare with you, then
 beare you: yet I should beare no crosse if I did beare
 you, for I thinke you haue no money in your purse
 
    Ros. Well, this is the Forrest of Arden
 
    Clo. I, now am I in Arden, the more foole I, when I
 was at home I was in a better place, but Trauellers must
 be content.
 Enter Corin and Siluius.
 
   Ros. I, be so good Touchstone: Look you, who comes
 here, a yong man and an old in solemne talke
 
    Cor. That is the way to make her scorne you still
 
    Sil. Oh Corin, that thou knew'st how I do loue her
 
    Cor. I partly guesse: for I haue lou'd ere now
 
    Sil. No Corin, being old, thou canst not guesse,
 Though in thy youth thou wast as true a louer
 As euer sigh'd vpon a midnight pillow:
 But if thy loue were euer like to mine,
 As sure I thinke did neuer man loue so:
 How many actions most ridiculous,
 Hast thou beene drawne to by thy fantasie?
   Cor. Into a thousand that I haue forgotten
 
    Sil. Oh thou didst then neuer loue so hartily,
 If thou remembrest not the slightest folly,
 That euer loue did make thee run into,
 Thou hast not lou'd.
 Or if thou hast not sat as I doe now,
 Wearing thy hearer in thy Mistris praise,
 Thou hast not lou'd.
 Or if thou hast not broke from companie,
 Abruptly as my passion now makes me,
 Thou hast not lou'd.
 O Phebe, Phebe, Phebe.
 Enter.
 
   Ros. Alas poore Shepheard searching of they would,
 I haue by hard aduenture found mine owne
 
    Clo. And I mine: I remember when I was in loue, I
 broke my sword vpon a stone, and bid him take that for
 comming a night to Iane Smile, and I remember the kissing
 of her batler, and the Cowes dugs that her prettie
 chopt hands had milk'd; and I remember the wooing
 of a peascod instead of her, from whom I tooke two
 cods, and giuing her them againe, said with weeping
 teares, weare these for my sake: wee that are true Louers,
 runne into strange capers; but as all is mortall in
 nature, so is all nature in loue, mortall in folly
 
    Ros. Thou speak'st wiser then thou art ware of
 
    Clo. Nay, I shall nere be ware of mine owne wit, till
 I breake my shins against it
 
    Ros. Ioue, Ioue, this Shepherds passion,
 Is much vpon my fashion
 
    Clo. And mine, but it growes something stale with
 mee
 
    Cel. I pray you, one of you question yon'd man,
 If he for gold will giue vs any foode,
 I faint almost to death
 
    Clo. Holla; you Clowne
 
    Ros. Peace foole, he's not thy kinsman
 
    Cor. Who cals?
   Clo. Your betters Sir
 
    Cor. Else are they very wretched
 
    Ros. Peace I say; good euen to your friend
 
    Cor. And to you gentle Sir, and to you all
 
    Ros. I prethee Shepheard, if that loue or gold
 Can in this desert place buy entertainment,
 Bring vs where we may rest our selues, and feed:
 Here's a yong maid with trauaile much oppressed,
 And faints for succour
 
    Cor. Faire Sir, I pittie her,
 And wish for her sake more then for mine owne,
 My fortunes were more able to releeue her:
 But I am shepheard to another man,
 And do not sheere the Fleeces that I graze:
 My master is of churlish disposition,
 And little wreakes to finde the way to heauen
 By doing deeds of hospitalitie.
 Besides his Coate, his Flockes, and bounds of feede
 Are now on sale, and at our sheep-coat now
 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
 
    Ros. What is he that shall buy his flocke and pasture?
   Cor. That yong Swaine that you saw heere but erewhile,
 That little cares for buying any thing
 
    Ros. I pray thee, if it stand with honestie,
 Buy thou the Cottage, pasture, and the flocke,
 And thou shalt haue to pay for it of vs
 
    Cel. And we will mend thy wages:
 I like this place, and willingly could
 Waste my time in it
 
    Cor. Assuredly the thing is to be sold:
 Go with me, if you like vpon report,
 The soile, the profit, and this kinde of life,
 I will your very faithfull Feeder be,
 And buy it with your Gold right sodainly.
 
 Exeunt.
 
 
 Scena Quinta.
 
 Enter, Amyens, Iaques, & others.
 
 Song.
 
 Vnder the greene wood tree,
 who loues to lye with mee,
 And turne his merrie Note,
 vnto the sweet Birds throte:
 Come hither, come hither, come hither:
 Heere shall he see no enemie,
 But Winter and rough Weather
 
    Iaq. More, more, I pre'thee more
 
    Amy. It will make you melancholly Monsieur Iaques
   Iaq. I thanke it: More, I prethee more,
 I can sucke melancholly out of a song,
 As a Weazel suckes egges: More, I pre'thee more
 
    Amy. My voice is ragged, I know I cannot please
 you
 
    Iaq. I do not desire you to please me,
 I do desire you to sing:
 Come, more, another stanzo: Cal you 'em stanzo's?
   Amy. What you wil Monsieur Iaques
 
    Iaq. Nay, I care not for their names, they owe mee
 nothing. Wil you sing?
   Amy. More at your request, then to please my selfe
 
    Iaq. Well then, if euer I thanke any man, Ile thanke
 you: but that they cal complement is like th' encounter
 of two dog-Apes. And when a man thankes me hartily,
 me thinkes I haue giuen him a penie, and he renders me
 the beggerly thankes. Come sing; and you that wil not
 hold your tongues
 
    Amy. Wel, Ile end the song. Sirs, couer the while,
 the Duke wil drinke vnder this tree; he hath bin all this
 day to looke you
 
    Iaq. And I haue bin all this day to auoid him:
 He is too disputeable for my companie:
 I thinke of as many matters as he, but I giue
 Heauen thankes, and make no boast of them.
 Come, warble, come.
 
 Song. Altogether heere.
 
 Who doth ambition shunne,
 and loues to liue i'th Sunne:
 Seeking the food he eates,
 and pleas'd with what he gets:
 Come hither, come hither, come hither,
 Heere shall he see. &c
 
    Iaq. Ile giue you a verse to this note,
 That I made yesterday in despight of my Inuention
 
    Amy. And Ile sing it
 
    Amy. Thus it goes.
 If it do come to passe, that any man turne Asse:
 Leauing his wealth and ease,
 A stubborne will to please,
 Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame:
 Heere shall he see, grosse fooles as he,
 And if he will come to me
 
    Amy. What's that Ducdame?
   Iaq. 'Tis a Greeke inuocation, to call fools into a circle.
 Ile go sleepe if I can: if I cannot, Ile raile against all
 the first borne of Egypt
 
    Amy. And Ile go seeke the Duke,
 His banket is prepar'd.
 
 Exeunt.
 
 Scena Sexta.
 
 Enter Orlando, & Adam
 
    Adam. Deere Master, I can go no further:
 O I die for food. Heere lie I downe,
 And measure out my graue. Farwel kinde master
 
    Orl. Why how now Adam? No greater heart in thee:
 Liue a little, comfort a little, cheere thy selfe a little.
 If this vncouth Forrest yeeld any thing sauage,
 I wil either be food for it, or bring it for foode to thee:
 Thy conceite is neerer death, then thy powers.
 For my sake be comfortable, hold death a while
 At the armes end: I wil heere be with thee presently,
 And if I bring thee not something to eate,
 I wil giue thee leaue to die: but if thou diest
 Before I come, thou art a mocker of my labor.
 Wel said, thou look'st cheerely,
 And Ile be with thee quickly: yet thou liest
 In the bleake aire. Come, I wil beare thee
 To some shelter, and thou shalt not die
 For lacke of a dinner,
 If there liue any thing in this Desert.
 Cheerely good Adam.
 
 Exeunt.
 
 Scena Septima.
 
 Enter Duke Sen. & Lord, like Out-lawes.
 
   Du.Sen. I thinke he be transform'd into a beast,
 For I can no where finde him, like a man
 
    1.Lord. My Lord, he is but euen now gone hence,
 Heere was he merry, hearing of a Song
 
    Du.Sen. If he compact of iarres, grow Musicall,
 We shall haue shortly discord in the Spheares:
 Go seeke him, tell him I would speake with him.
 Enter Iaques.
 
   1.Lord. He saues my labor by his owne approach
 
    Du.Sen. Why how now Monsieur, what a life is this
 That your poore friends must woe your companie,
 What, you looke merrily
 
    Iaq. A Foole, a foole: I met a foole i'th Forrest,
 A motley Foole (a miserable world:)
 As I do liue by foode, I met a foole,
 Who laid him downe, and bask'd him in the Sun,
 And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good termes,
 In good set termes, and yet a motley foole.
 Good morrow foole (quoth I:) no Sir, quoth he,
 Call me not foole, till heauen hath sent me fortune,
 And then he drew a diall from his poake,
 And looking on it, with lacke-lustre eye,
 Sayes, very wisely, it is ten a clocke:
 Thus we may see (quoth he) how the world wagges:
 'Tis but an houre agoe, since it was nine,
 And after one houre more, 'twill be eleuen,
 And so from houre to houre, we ripe, and ripe,
 And then from houre to houre, we rot, and rot,
 And thereby hangs a tale. When I did heare
 The motley Foole, thus morall on the time,
 My Lungs began to crow like Chanticleere,
 That Fooles should be so deepe contemplatiue:
 And I did laugh, sans intermission
 An houre by his diall. Oh noble foole,
 A worthy foole: Motley's the onely weare
 
    Du.Sen. What foole is this?
   Iaq. O worthie Foole: One that hath bin a Courtier
 And sayes, if Ladies be but yong, and faire,
 They haue the gift to know it: and in his braine,
 Which is as drie as the remainder bisket
 After a voyage: He hath strange places cram'd
 With obseruation, the which he vents
 In mangled formes. O that I were a foole,
 I am ambitious for a motley coat
 
    Du.Sen. Thou shalt haue one
 
    Iaq. It is my onely suite,
 Prouided that you weed your better iudgements
 Of all opinion that growes ranke in them,
 That I am wise. I must haue liberty
 Withall, as large a Charter as the winde,
 To blow on whom I please, for so fooles haue:
 And they that are most gauled with my folly,
 They most must laugh: And why sir must they so?
 The why is plaine, as way to Parish Church:
 Hee, that a Foole doth very wisely hit,
 Doth very foolishly, although he smart
 Seeme senselesse of the bob. If not,
 The Wise-mans folly is anathomiz'd
 Euen by the squandring glances of the foole.
 Inuest me in my motley: Giue me leaue
 To speake my minde, and I will through and through
 Cleanse the foule bodie of th' infected world,
 If they will patiently receiue my medicine
 
    Du.Sen. Fie on thee. I can tell what thou wouldst do
 
    Iaq. What, for a Counter, would I do, but good?
   Du.Sen. Most mischeeuous foule sin, in chiding sin:
 For thou thy selfe hast bene a Libertine,
 As sensuall as the brutish sting it selfe,
 And all th' imbossed sores, and headed euils,
 That thou with license of free foot hast caught,
 Would'st thou disgorge into the generall world
 
    Iaq. Why who cries out on pride,
 That can therein taxe any priuate party:
 Doth it not flow as hugely as the Sea,
 Till that the wearie verie meanes do ebbe.
 What woman in the Citie do I name,
 When that I say the City woman beares
 The cost of Princes on vnworthy shoulders?
 Who can come in, and say that I meane her,
 When such a one as shee, such is her neighbor?
 Or what is he of basest function,
 That sayes his brauerie is not on my cost,
 Thinking that I meane him, but therein suites
 His folly to the mettle of my speech,
 There then, how then, what then, let me see wherein
 My tongue hath wrong'd him: if it do him right,
 Then he hath wrong'd himselfe: if he be free,
 Why then my taxing like a wild-goose flies
 Vnclaim'd of any man. But who come here?
 Enter Orlando.
 
   Orl. Forbeare, and eate no more
 
    Iaq. Why I haue eate none yet
 
    Orl. Nor shalt not, till necessity be seru'd
 
    Iaq. Of what kinde should this Cocke come of?
   Du.Sen. Art thou thus bolden'd man by thy distres?
 Or else a rude despiser of good manners,
 That in ciuility thou seem'st so emptie?
   Orl. You touch'd my veine at first, the thorny point
 Of bare distresse, hath tane from me the shew
 Of smooth ciuility: yet am I in-land bred,
 And know some nourture: But forbeare, I say,
 He dies that touches any of this fruite,
 Till I, and my affaires are answered
 
    Iaq. And you will not be answer'd with reason,
 I must dye
 
    Du.Sen. What would you haue?
 Your gentlenesse shall force, more then your force
 Moue vs to gentlenesse
 
    Orl. I almost die for food, and let me haue it
 
    Du.Sen. Sit downe and feed, & welcom to our table
   Orl. Speake you so gently? Pardon me I pray you,
 I thought that all things had bin sauage heere,
 And therefore put I on the countenance
 Of sterne command'ment. But what ere you are
 That in this desert inaccessible,
 Vnder the shade of melancholly boughes,
 Loose, and neglect the creeping houres of time:
 If euer you haue look'd on better dayes:
 If euer beene where bels haue knoll'd to Church:
 If euer sate at any good mans feast:
 If euer from your eye-lids wip'd a teare,
 And know what 'tis to pittie, and be pittied:
 Let gentlenesse my strong enforcement be,
 In the which hope, I blush, and hide my Sword
 
    Du.Sen. True is it, that we haue seene better dayes,
 And haue with holy bell bin knowld to Church,
 And sat at good mens feasts, and wip'd our eies
 Of drops, that sacred pity hath engendred:
 And therefore sit you downe in gentlenesse,
 And take vpon command, what helpe we haue
 That to your wanting may be ministred
 
    Orl. Then but forbeare your food a little while:
 Whiles (like a Doe) I go to finde my Fawne,
 And giue it food. There is an old poore man,
 Who after me, hath many a weary steppe
 Limpt in pure loue: till he be first suffic'd,
 Opprest with two weake euils, age, and hunger,
 I will not touch a bit
 
    Duke Sen. Go finde him out,
 And we will nothing waste till you returne
 
    Orl. I thanke ye, and be blest for your good comfort
 
    Du.Sen. Thou seest, we are not all alone vnhappie:
 This wide and vniuersall Theater
 Presents more wofull Pageants then the Sceane
 Wherein we play in
 
    Ia. All the world's a stage,
 And all the men and women, meerely Players;
 They haue their Exits and their Entrances,
 And one man in his time playes many parts,
 His Acts being seuen ages. At first the Infant,
 Mewling, and puking in the Nurses armes:
 Then, the whining Schoole-boy with his Satchell
 And shining morning face, creeping like snaile
 Vnwillingly to schoole. And then the Louer,
 Sighing like Furnace, with a wofull ballad
 Made to his Mistresse eye-brow. Then, a Soldier,
 Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the Pard,
 Ielous in honor, sodaine, and quicke in quarrell,
 Seeking the bubble Reputation
 Euen in the Canons mouth: And then, the Iustice
 In faire round belly, with good Capon lin'd,
 With eyes seuere, and beard of formall cut,
 Full of wise sawes, and moderne instances,
 And so he playes his part. The sixt age shifts
 Into the leane and slipper'd Pantaloone,
 With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side,
 His youthfull hose well sau'd, a world too wide,
 For his shrunke shanke, and his bigge manly voice,
 Turning againe toward childish trebble pipes,
 And whistles in his sound. Last Scene of all,
 That ends this strange euentfull historie,
 Is second childishnesse, and meere obliuion,
 Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans euery thing.
 Enter Orlando with Adam.
 
   Du.Sen. Welcome: set downe your venerable burthen,
 and let him feede
 
    Orl. I thanke you most for him
 
    Ad. So had you neede,
 I scarce can speake to thanke you for my selfe
 
    Du.Sen. Welcome, fall too: I wil not trouble you,
 As yet to question you about your fortunes:
 Giue vs some Musicke, and good Cozen, sing.
 
 Song.
 
 Blow, blow, thou winter winde,
 Thou art not so vnkinde, as mans ingratitude
 Thy tooth is not so keene, because thou art not seene,
 although thy breath be rude.
 Heigh ho, sing heigh ho, vnto the greene holly,
 Most frendship, is fayning; most Louing, meere folly:
 The heigh ho, the holly,
 This Life is most iolly.
 Freize, freize, thou bitter skie that dost not bight so nigh
 as benefitts forgot:
 Though thou the waters warpe, thy sting is not so sharpe,
 as freind remembred not.
 Heigh ho, sing, &c
 
    Duke Sen. If that you were the good Sir Rowlands son,
 As you haue whisper'd faithfully you were,
 And as mine eye doth his effigies witnesse,
 Most truly limn'd, and liuing in your face,
 Be truly welcome hither: I am the Duke
 That lou'd your Father, the residue of your fortune,
 Go to my Caue, and tell mee. Good old man,
 Thou art right welcome, as thy masters is:
 Support him by the arme: giue me your hand,
 And let me all your fortunes vnderstand.
 
 Exeunt.
 
 
 Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.
 
 Enter Duke, Lords, & Oliuer.
 
   Du. Not see him since? Sir, sir, that cannot be:
 But were I not the better part made mercie,
 I should not seeke an absent argument
 Of my reuenge, thou present: but looke to it,
 Finde out thy brother wheresoere he is,
 Seeke him with Candle: bring him dead, or liuing
 Within this tweluemonth, or turne thou no more
 To seeke a liuing in our Territorie.
 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 brothers mouth,
 Of what we thinke against thee
 
    Ol. Oh that your Highnesse knew my heart in this:
 I neuer lou'd my brother in my life
 
    Duke. More villaine thou. Well push him out of dores
 And let my officers of such a nature
 Make an extent vpon his house and Lands:
 Do this expediently, and turne him going.
 
 Exeunt.
 
 Scena Secunda.
 
 Enter Orlando.
 
   Orl. Hang there my verse, in witnesse of my loue,
 And thou thrice crowned Queene of night suruey
 With thy chaste eye, from thy pale spheare aboue
 Thy Huntresse name, that my full life doth sway.
 O Rosalind, these Trees shall be my Bookes,
 And in their barkes my thoughts Ile charracter,
 That euerie eye, which in this Forrest lookes,
 Shall see thy vertue witnest euery where.
 Run, run Orlando, carue on euery Tree,
 The faire, the chaste, and vnexpressiue shee.
 
 Exit
 
 Enter Corin & Clowne.
 
   Co. And how like you this shepherds life Mr Touchstone?
   Clow. Truely Shepheard, in respect of it selfe, it is a
 good life; but in respect that it is a shepheards life, it is
 naught. In respect that it is solitary, I like it verie well:
 but in respect that it is priuate, it is a very vild life. Now
 in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth mee well: but in
 respect it is not in the Court, it is tedious. As it is a spare
 life (looke you) it fits my humor well: but as there is no
 more plentie in it, it goes much against my stomacke.
 Has't any Philosophie in thee shepheard?
   Cor. No more, but that I know the more one sickens,
 the worse at ease he is: and that hee that wants money,
 meanes, and content, is without three good frends. That
 the propertie of raine is to wet, and fire to burne: That
 good pasture makes fat sheepe: and that a great cause of
 the night, is lacke of the Sunne: That hee that hath learned
 no wit by Nature, nor Art, may complaine of good
 breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred
 
    Clo. Such a one is a naturall Philosopher:
 Was't euer in Court, Shepheard?
   Cor. No truly
 
    Clo. Then thou art damn'd
 
    Cor. Nay, I hope
 
    Clo. Truly thou art damn'd, like an ill roasted Egge,
 all on one side
 
    Cor. For not being at Court? your reason
 
    Clo. Why, if thou neuer was't at Court, thou neuer
 saw'st good manners: if thou neuer saw'st good maners,
 then thy manners must be wicked, and wickednes is sin,
 and sinne is damnation: Thou art in a parlous state shepheard
 
    Cor. Not a whit Touchstone, those that are good maners
 at the Court, are as ridiculous in the Countrey, as
 the behauiour of the Countrie is most mockeable at the
 Court. You told me, you salute not at the Court, but
 you kisse your hands; that courtesie would be vncleanlie
 if Courtiers were shepheards
 
    Clo. Instance, briefly: come, instance
 
    Cor. Why we are still handling our Ewes, and their
 Fels you know are greasie
 
    Clo. Why do not your Courtiers hands sweate? and
 is not the grease of a Mutton, as wholesome as the sweat
 of a man? Shallow, shallow: A better instance I say:
 Come
 
    Cor. Besides, our hands are hard
 
    Clo. Your lips wil feele them the sooner. Shallow agen:
 a more sounder instance, come
 
    Cor. And they are often tarr'd ouer, with the surgery
 of our sheepe: and would you haue vs kisse Tarre? The
 Courtiers hands are perfum'd with Ciuet
 
    Clo. Most shallow man: Thou wormes meate in respect
 of a good peece of flesh indeed: learne of the wise
 and perpend: Ciuet is of a baser birth then Tarre, the
 verie vncleanly fluxe of a Cat. Mend the instance Shepheard
 
    Cor. You haue too Courtly a wit, for me, Ile rest
 
    Clo. Wilt thou rest damn'd? God helpe thee shallow
 man: God make incision in thee, thou art raw
 
    Cor. Sir, I am a true Labourer, I earne that I eate: get
 that I weare; owe no man hate, enuie no mans happinesse:
 glad of other mens good content with my harme:
 and the greatest of my pride, is to see my Ewes graze, &
 my Lambes sucke
 
    Clo. That is another simple sinne in you, to bring the
 Ewes and the Rammes together, and to offer to get your
 liuing, by the copulation of Cattle, to be bawd to a Belweather,
 and to betray a shee-Lambe of a tweluemonth
 to a crooked-pated olde Cuckoldly Ramme, out of all
 reasonable match. If thou bee'st not damn'd for this, the
 diuell himselfe will haue no shepherds, I cannot see else
 how thou shouldst scape
 
    Cor. Heere comes yong Mr Ganimed, my new Mistrisses
 Brother.
 Enter Rosalind
 
    Ros. From the east to westerne Inde,
 no iewel is like Rosalinde,
 Hir worth being mounted on the winde,
 through all the world beares Rosalinde.
 All the pictures fairest Linde,
 are but blacke to Rosalinde:
 Let no face bee kept in mind,
 but the faire of Rosalinde
 
    Clo. Ile rime you so, eight yeares together; dinners,
 and suppers, and sleeping hours excepted: it is the right
 Butter-womens ranke to Market
 
    Ros. Out Foole
 
    Clo. For a taste.
 If a Hart doe lacke a Hinde,
 Let him seeke out Rosalinde:
 If the Cat will after kinde,
 so be sure will Rosalinde:
 Wintred garments must be linde,
 so must slender Rosalinde:
 They that reap must sheafe and binde,
 then to cart with Rosalinde.
 Sweetest nut, hath sowrest rinde,
 such a nut is Rosalinde.
 He that sweetest rose will finde,
 must finde Loues pricke, & Rosalinde.
 This is the verie false gallop of Verses, why doe you infect
 your selfe with them?
   Ros. Peace you dull foole, I found them on a tree
 
    Clo. Truely the tree yeelds bad fruite
 
    Ros. Ile graffe it with you, and then I shall graffe it
 with a Medler: then it will be the earliest fruit i'th country:
 for you'l be rotten ere you bee halfe ripe, and that's
 the right vertue of the Medler
 
    Clo. You haue said: but whether wisely or no, let the
 Forrest iudge.
 Enter Celia with a writing.
 
   Ros. Peace, here comes my sister reading, stand aside
 
    Cel. Why should this Desert bee,
 for it is vnpeopled? Noe:
 Tonges Ile hang on euerie tree,
 that shall ciuill sayings shoe.
 Some, how briefe the Life of man
 runs his erring pilgrimage,
 That the stretching of a span,
 buckles in his summe of age.
 Some of violated vowes,
 twixt the soules of friend, and friend:
 But vpon the fairest bowes,
 or at euerie sentence end;
 Will I Rosalinda write,
 teaching all that reade, to know
 The quintessence of euerie sprite,
 heauen would in little show.
 Therefore heauen Nature charg'd,
 that one bodie should be fill'd
 With all Graces wide enlarg'd,
 nature presently distill'd
 Helens cheeke, but not his heart,
 Cleopatra's Maiestie:
 Attalanta's better part,
 sad Lucrecia's Modestie.
 Thus Rosalinde of manie parts,
 by Heauenly Synode was deuis'd,
 Of manie faces, eyes, and hearts,
 to haue the touches deerest pris'd.
 Heauen would that shee these gifts should haue,
 and I to liue and die her slaue
 
    Ros. O most gentle Iupiter, what tedious homilie of
 Loue haue you wearied your parishioners withall, and
 neuer cri'de, haue patience good people
 
    Cel. How now backe friends: Shepheard, go off a little:
 go with him sirrah
 
    Clo. Come Shepheard, let vs make an honorable retreit,
 though not with bagge and baggage, yet with
 scrip and scrippage.
 Enter.
 
   Cel. Didst thou heare these verses?
   Ros. O yes, I heard them all, and more too, for some
 of them had in them more feete then the Verses would
 beare
 
    Cel. That's no matter: the feet might beare y verses
 
    Ros. I, but the feet were lame, and could not beare
 themselues without the verse, and therefore stood lamely
 in the verse
 
    Cel. But didst thou heare without wondering, how
 thy name should be hang'd and carued vpon these trees?
   Ros. I was seuen of the nine daies out of the wonder,
 before you came: for looke heere what I found on a
 Palme tree; I was neuer so berim'd since Pythagoras time
 that I was an Irish Rat, which I can hardly remember
 
    Cel. Tro you, who hath done this?
   Ros. Is it a man?
   Cel. And a chaine that you once wore about his neck:
 change you colour?
   Ros. I pre'thee who?
   Cel. O Lord, Lord, it is a hard matter for friends to
 meete; but Mountaines may bee remoou'd with Earthquakes,
 and so encounter
 
    Ros. Nay, but who is it?
   Cel. Is it possible?
   Ros. Nay, I pre'thee now, with most petitionary vehemence,
 tell me who it is
 
    Cel. O wonderfull, wonderfull, and most wonderfull
 wonderfull, and yet againe wonderful, and after that out
 of all hooping
 
    Ros. Good my complection, dost thou think though
 I am caparison'd like a man, I haue a doublet and hose in
 my disposition? One inch of delay more, is a South-sea
 of discouerie. I pre'thee tell me, who is it quickely, and
 speake apace: I would thou couldst stammer, that thou
 might'st powre this conceal'd man out of thy mouth, as
 Wine comes out of a narrow-mouth'd bottle: either too
 much at once, or none at all. I pre'thee take the Corke
 out of thy mouth, that I may drinke thy tydings
 
    Cel. So you may put a man in your belly
 
    Ros. Is he of Gods making? What manner of man?
 Is his head worth a hat? Or his chin worth a beard?
   Cel. Nay, he hath but a little beard
 
    Ros. Why God will send more, if the man will bee
 thankful: let me stay the growth of his beard, if thou
 delay me not the knowledge of his chin
 
    Cel. It is yong Orlando, that tript vp the Wrastlers
 heeles, and your heart, both in an instant
 
    Ros. Nay, but the diuell take mocking: speake sadde
 brow, and true maid
 
    Cel. I'faith (Coz) tis he
 
    Ros. Orlando?
   Cel. Orlando
 
    Ros. Alas the day, what shall I do with my doublet &
 hose? What did he when thou saw'st him? What sayde
 he? How look'd he? Wherein went he? What makes hee
 heere? Did he aske for me? Where remaines he? How
 parted he with thee? And when shalt thou see him againe?
 Answer me in one word
 
    Cel. You must borrow me Gargantuas mouth first:
 'tis a Word too great for any mouth of this Ages size, to
 say I and no, to these particulars, is more then to answer
 in a Catechisme
 
    Ros. But doth he know that I am in this Forrest, and
 in mans apparrell? Looks he as freshly, as he did the day
 he Wrastled?
   Cel. It is as easie to count Atomies as to resolue the
 propositions of a Louer: but take a taste of my finding
 him, and rellish it with good obseruance. I found him
 vnder a tree like a drop'd Acorne
 
    Ros. It may wel be cal'd Ioues tree, when it droppes
 forth fruite
 
    Cel. Giue me audience, good Madam
 
    Ros. Proceed
 
    Cel. There lay hee stretch'd along like a Wounded
 knight
 
    Ros. Though it be pittie to see such a sight, it well
 becomes the ground
 
    Cel. Cry holla, to the tongue, I prethee: it curuettes
 vnseasonably. He was furnish'd like a Hunter
 
    Ros. O ominous, he comes to kill my Hart
 
    Cel. I would sing my song without a burthen, thou
 bring'st me out of tune
 
    Ros. Do you not know I am a woman, when I thinke,
 I must speake: sweet, say on.
 Enter Orlando & Iaques.
 
   Cel. You bring me out. Soft, comes he not heere?
   Ros. 'Tis he, slinke by, and note him
 
    Iaq. I thanke you for your company, but good faith
 I had as liefe haue beene my selfe alone
 
    Orl. And so had I: but yet for fashion sake
 I thanke you too, for your societie
 
    Iaq. God buy you, let's meet as little as we can
 
    Orl. I do desire we may be better strangers
 
    Iaq. I pray you marre no more trees with Writing
 Loue-songs in their barkes
 
    Orl. I pray you marre no moe of my verses with reading
 them ill-fauouredly
 
    Iaq. Rosalinde is your loues name?
   Orl. Yes, Iust
 
    Iaq. I do not like her name
 
    Orl. There was no thought of pleasing you when she
 was christen'd
 
    Iaq. What stature is she of?
   Orl. Iust as high as my heart
 
    Iaq. You are ful of prety answers: haue you not bin acquainted
 with goldsmiths wiues, & cond the[m] out of rings
   Orl. Not so: but I answer you right painted cloath,
 from whence you haue studied your questions
 
    Iaq. You haue a nimble wit; I thinke 'twas made of
 Attalanta's heeles. Will you sitte downe with me, and
 wee two, will raile against our Mistris the world, and all
 our miserie
 
    Orl. I wil chide no breather in the world but my selfe
 against whom I know most faults
 
    Iaq. The worst fault you haue, is to be in loue
 
    Orl. 'Tis a fault I will not change, for your best vertue:
 I am wearie of you
 
    Iaq. By my troth, I was seeking for a Foole, when I
 found you
 
    Orl. He is drown'd in the brooke, looke but in, and
 you shall see him
 
    Iaq. There I shal see mine owne figure
 
    Orl. Which I take to be either a foole, or a Cipher
 
    Iaq. Ile tarrie no longer with you, farewell good signior
 Loue
 
    Orl. I am glad of your departure: Adieu good Monsieur
 Melancholly
 
    Ros. I wil speake to him like a sawcie Lacky, and vnder
 that habit play the knaue with him, do you hear Forrester
 
    Orl. Verie wel, what would you?
   Ros. I pray you, what i'st a clocke?
   Orl. You should aske me what time o' day: there's no
 clocke in the Forrest
 
    Ros. Then there is no true Louer in the Forrest, else
 sighing euerie minute, and groaning euerie houre wold
 detect the lazie foot of time, as wel as a clocke
 
    Orl. And why not the swift foote of time? Had not
 that bin as proper?
   Ros. By no meanes sir; Time trauels in diuers paces,
 with diuers persons: Ile tel you who Time ambles withall,
 who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal,
 and who he stands stil withall
 
    Orl. I prethee, who doth he trot withal?
   Ros. Marry he trots hard with a yong maid, between
 the contract of her marriage, and the day it is solemnizd:
 if the interim be but a sennight, Times pace is so hard,
 that it seemes the length of seuen yeare
 
    Orl. Who ambles Time withal?
   Ros. With a Priest that lacks Latine, and a rich man
 that hath not the Gowt: for the one sleepes easily because
 he cannot study, and the other liues merrily, because
 he feeles no paine: the one lacking the burthen of
 leane and wasteful Learning; the other knowing no burthen
 of heauie tedious penurie. These Time ambles
 withal
 
    Orl. Who doth he gallop withal?
   Ros. With a theefe to the gallowes: for though hee
 go as softly as foot can fall, he thinkes himselfe too soon
 there
 
    Orl. Who staies it stil withal?
   Ros. With Lawiers in the vacation: for they sleepe
 betweene Terme and Terme, and then they perceiue not
 how time moues
 
    Orl. Where dwel you prettie youth?
   Ros. With this Shepheardesse my sister: heere in the
 skirts of the Forrest, like fringe vpon a petticoat
 
    Orl. Are you natiue of this place?
   Ros. As the Conie that you see dwell where shee is
 kindled
 
    Orl. Your accent is something finer, then you could
 purchase in so remoued a dwelling
 
    Ros. I haue bin told so of many: but indeed, an olde
 religious Vnckle of mine taught me to speake, who was
 in his youth an inland man, one that knew Courtship too
 well: for there he fel in loue. I haue heard him read many
 Lectors against it, and I thanke God, I am not a Woman
 to be touch'd with so many giddie offences as hee
 hath generally tax'd their whole sex withal
 
    Orl. Can you remember any of the principall euils,
 that he laid to the charge of women?
   Ros. There were none principal, they were all like
 one another, as halfepence are, euerie one fault seeming
 monstrous, til his fellow-fault came to match it
 
    Orl. I prethee recount some of them
 
    Ros. No: I wil not cast away my physick, but on those
 that are sicke. There is a man haunts the Forrest, that abuses
 our yong plants with caruing Rosalinde on their
 barkes; hangs Oades vpon Hauthornes, and Elegies on
 brambles; all (forsooth) defying the name of Rosalinde.
 If I could meet that Fancie-monger, I would giue him
 some good counsel, for he seemes to haue the Quotidian
 of Loue vpon him
 
    Orl. I am he that is so Loue-shak'd, I pray you tel
 me your remedie
 
    Ros. There is none of my Vnckles markes vpon you:
 he taught me how to know a man in loue: in which cage
 of rushes, I am sure you art not prisoner
 
    Orl. What were his markes?
   Ros. A leane cheeke, which you haue not: a blew eie
 and sunken, which you haue not: an vnquestionable spirit,
 which you haue not: a beard neglected, which you
 haue not: (but I pardon you for that, for simply your hauing
 in beard, is a yonger brothers reuennew) then your
 hose should be vngarter'd, your bonnet vnbanded, your
 sleeue vnbutton'd, your shoo vnti'de, and euerie thing
 about you, demonstrating a carelesse desolation: but you
 are no such man; you are rather point deuice in your
 accoustrements,
 as louing your selfe, then seeming the Louer
 of any other
 
    Orl. Faire youth, I would I could make thee beleeue I Loue
 
    Ros. Me beleeue it? You may assoone make her that
 you Loue beleeue it, which I warrant she is apter to do,
 then to confesse she do's: that is one of the points, in the
 which women stil giue the lie to their consciences. But
 in good sooth, are you he that hangs the verses on the
 Trees, wherein Rosalind is so admired?
   Orl. I sweare to thee youth, by the white hand of
 Rosalind, I am that he, that vnfortunate he
 
    Ros. But are you so much in loue, as your rimes speak?
   Orl. Neither rime nor reason can expresse how much
 
    Ros. Loue is meerely a madnesse, and I tel you, deserues
 as wel a darke house, and a whip, as madmen do:
 and the reason why they are not so punish'd and cured, is
 that the Lunacie is so ordinarie, that the whippers are in
 loue too: yet I professe curing it by counsel
 
    Orl. Did you euer cure any so?
   Ros. Yes one, and in this manner. Hee was to imagine
 me his Loue, his Mistris: and I set him euerie day
 to woe me. At which time would I, being but a moonish
 youth, greeue, be effeminate, changeable, longing, and
 liking, proud, fantastical, apish, shallow, inconstant, ful
 of teares, full of smiles; for euerie passion something, and
 for no passion truly any thing, as boyes and women are
 for the most part, cattle of this colour: would now like
 him, now loath him: then entertaine him, then forswear
 him: now weepe for him, then spit at him; that I draue
 my Sutor from his mad humor of loue, to a liuing humor
 of madnes, w was to forsweare the ful stream of y world,
 and to liue in a nooke meerly Monastick: and thus I cur'd
 him, and this way wil I take vpon mee to wash your Liuer
 as cleane as a sound sheepes heart, that there shal not
 be one spot of Loue in't
 
    Orl. I would not be cured, youth
 
    Ros. I would cure you, if you would but call me Rosalind,
 and come euerie day to my Coat, and woe me
 
    Orlan. Now by the faith of my loue, I will; Tel me
 where it is
 
    Ros. Go with me to it, and Ile shew it you: and by
 the way, you shal tell me, where in the Forrest you liue:
 Wil you go?
   Orl. With all my heart, good youth
 
    Ros. Nay, you must call mee Rosalind: Come sister,
 will you go?
 
 Exeunt.
 
 
 Scoena Tertia.
 
 Enter Clowne, Audrey, & Iaques.
 
   Clo. Come apace good Audrey, I wil fetch vp your
 Goates, Audrey: and how Audrey am I the man yet?
 Doth my simple feature content you?
   Aud. Your features, Lord warrant vs: what features?
   Clo. I am heere with thee, and thy Goats, as the most
 capricious Poet honest Ouid was among the Gothes
 
    Iaq. O knowledge ill inhabited, worse then Ioue in
 a thatch'd house
 
    Clo. When a mans verses cannot be vnderstood, nor
 a mans good wit seconded with the forward childe, vnderstanding:
 it strikes a man more dead then a great reckoning
 in a little roome: truly, I would the Gods hadde
 made thee poeticall
 
    Aud. I do not know what Poetical is: is it honest in
 deed and word: is it a true thing?
   Clo. No trulie: for the truest poetrie is the most faining,
 and Louers are giuen to Poetrie: and what they
 sweare in Poetrie, may be said as Louers, they do feigne
 
    Aud. Do you wish then that the Gods had made me
 Poeticall?
   Clow. I do truly: for thou swear'st to me thou art honest:
 Now if thou wert a Poet, I might haue some hope
 thou didst feigne
 
    Aud. Would you not haue me honest?
   Clo. No truly, vnlesse thou wert hard fauour'd: for
 honestie coupled to beautie, is to haue Honie a sawce to
 Sugar
 
    Iaq. A materiall foole
 
    Aud. Well, I am not faire, and therefore I pray the
 Gods make me honest
 
    Clo. Truly, and to cast away honestie vppon a foule
 slut, were to put good meate into an vncleane dish
 
    Aud. I am not a slut, though I thanke the Goddes I
 am foule
 
    Clo. Well, praised be the Gods, for thy foulnesse; sluttishnesse
 may come heereafter. But be it, as it may bee,
 I wil marrie thee: and to that end, I haue bin with Sir
 Oliuer Mar-text, the Vicar of the next village, who hath
 promis'd to meete me in this place of the Forrest, and to
 couple vs
 
    Iaq. I would faine see this meeting
 
    Aud. Wel, the Gods giue vs ioy
 
    Clo. Amen. A man may if he were of a fearful heart,
 stagger in this attempt: for heere wee haue no Temple
 but the wood, no assembly but horne-beasts. But what
 though? Courage. As hornes are odious, they are necessarie.
 It is said, many a man knowes no end of his goods;
 right: Many a man has good Hornes, and knows no end
 of them. Well, that is the dowrie of his wife, 'tis none
 of his owne getting; hornes, euen so poore men alone:
 No, no, the noblest Deere hath them as huge as the Rascall:
 Is the single man therefore blessed? No, as a wall'd
 Towne is more worthier then a village, so is the forehead
 of a married man, more honourable then the bare
 brow of a Batcheller: and by how much defence is better
 then no skill, by so much is a horne more precious
 then to want.
 Enter Sir Oliuer Mar-text.
 
 Heere comes Sir Oliuer: Sir Oliuer Mar-text you are
 wel met. Will you dispatch vs heere vnder this tree, or
 shal we go with you to your Chappell?
   Ol. Is there none heere to giue the woman?
   Clo. I wil not take her on guift of any man
 
    Ol. Truly she must be giuen, or the marriage is not
 lawfull
 
    Iaq. Proceed, proceede: Ile giue her
 
    Clo. Good euen good Mr what ye cal't: how do you
 Sir, you are verie well met: goddild you for your last
 companie, I am verie glad to see you, euen a toy in hand
 heere Sir: Nay, pray be couer'd
 
    Iaq. Wil you be married, Motley?
   Clo. As the Oxe hath his bow sir, the horse his curb,
 and the Falcon her bels, so man hath his desires, and as
 Pigeons bill, so wedlocke would be nibling
 
    Iaq. And wil you (being a man of your breeding) be
 married vnder a bush like a begger? Get you to church,
 and haue a good Priest that can tel you what marriage is,
 this fellow wil but ioyne you together, as they ioyne
 Wainscot, then one of you wil proue a shrunke pannell,
 and like greene timber, warpe, warpe
 
    Clo. I am not in the minde, but I were better to bee
 married of him then of another, for he is not like to marrie
 me wel: and not being wel married, it wil be a good
 excuse for me heereafter, to leaue my wife
 
    Iaq. Goe thou with mee,
 And let me counsel thee
 
    Ol. Come sweete Audrey,
 We must be married, or we must liue in baudrey:
 Farewel good Mr Oliuer: Not O sweet Oliuer, O braue
 Oliuer leaue me not behind thee: But winde away, bee
 gone I say, I wil not to wedding with thee
 
    Ol. 'Tis no matter; Ne're a fantastical knaue of them
 all shal flout me out of my calling.
 
 Exeunt.
 
 Scoena Quarta.
 
 Enter Rosalind & Celia.
 
   Ros. Neuer talke to me, I wil weepe
 
    Cel. Do I prethee, but yet haue the grace to consider,
 that teares do not become a man
 
    Ros. But haue I not cause to weepe?
   Cel. As good cause as one would desire,
 Therefore weepe
 
    Ros. His very haire
 Is of the dissembling colour
 
    Cel. Something browner then Iudasses:
 Marrie his kisses are Iudasses owne children
 
    Ros. I'faith his haire is of a good colour
 
    Cel. An excellent colour:
 Your Chessenut was euer the onely colour:
   Ros. And his kissing is as ful of sanctitie,
 As the touch of holy bread
 
    Cel. Hee hath bought a paire of cast lips of Diana: a
 Nun of winters sisterhood kisses not more religiouslie,
 the very yce of chastity is in them
 
    Rosa. But why did hee sweare hee would come this
 morning, and comes not?
   Cel. Nay certainly there is no truth in him
 
    Ros. Doe you thinke so?
   Cel. Yes, I thinke he is not a picke purse, nor a horse-stealer,
 but for his verity in loue, I doe thinke him as
 concaue as a couered goblet, or a Worme-eaten nut
 
    Ros. Not true in loue?
   Cel. Yes, when he is in, but I thinke he is not in
 
    Ros. You haue heard him sweare downright he was
 
    Cel. Was, is not is: besides, the oath of Louer is no
 stronger then the word of a Tapster, they are both the
 confirmer of false reckonings, he attends here in the forrest
 on the Duke your father
 
    Ros. I met the Duke yesterday, and had much question
 with him: he askt me of what parentage I was; I
 told him of as good as he, so he laugh'd and let mee goe.
 But what talke wee of Fathers, when there is such a man
 as Orlando?
   Cel. O that's a braue man, hee writes braue verses,
 speakes braue words, sweares braue oathes, and breakes
 them brauely, quite trauers athwart the heart of his louer,
 as a puisny Tilter, y spurs his horse but on one side,
 breakes his staffe like a noble goose; but all's braue that
 youth mounts, and folly guides: who comes heere?
 Enter Corin.
 
   Corin. Mistresse and Master, you haue oft enquired
 After the Shepheard that complain'd of loue,
 Who you saw sitting by me on the Turph,
 Praising the proud disdainfull Shepherdesse
 That was his Mistresse
 
    Cel. Well: and what of him?
   Cor. If you will see a pageant truely plaid
 Betweene the pale complexion of true Loue,
 And the red glowe of scorne and prowd disdaine,
 Goe hence a little, and I shall conduct you
 If you will marke it
 
    Ros. O come, let vs remoue,
 The sight of Louers feedeth those in loue:
 Bring vs to this sight, and you shall say
 Ile proue a busie actor in their play.
 
 Exeunt.
 
 
 Scena Quinta.
 
 
 Enter Siluius and Phebe.
 
   Sil. Sweet Phebe doe not scorne me, do not Phebe
 Say that you loue me not, but say not so
 In bitternesse; the common executioner
 Whose heart th' accustom'd sight of death makes hard
 Falls not the axe vpon the humbled neck,
 But first begs pardon: will you sterner be
 Then he that dies and liues by bloody drops?
 Enter Rosalind, Celia, and Corin.
 
   Phe. I would not be thy executioner,
 I flye thee, for I would not iniure thee:
 Thou tellst me there is murder in mine eye,
 'Tis pretty sure, and very probable,
 That eyes that are the frailst, and softest things,
 Who shut their coward gates on atomyes,
 Should be called tyrants, butchers, murtherers.
 Now I doe frowne on thee with all my heart,
 And if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill thee:
 Now counterfeit to swound, why now fall downe,
 Or if thou canst not, oh for shame, for shame,
 Lye not, to say mine eyes are murtherers:
 Now shew the wound mine eye hath made in thee,
 Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remaines
 Some scarre of it: Leane vpon a rush
 The Cicatrice and capable impressure
 Thy palme some moment keepes: but now mine eyes
 Which I haue darted at thee, hurt thee not,
 Nor I am sure there is no force in eyes
 That can doe hurt
 
    Sil. O deere Phebe,
 If euer (as that euer may be neere)
 You meet in some fresh cheeke the power of fancie,
 Then shall you know the wounds inuisible
 That Loues keene arrows make
 
    Phe. But till that time
 Come not thou neere me: and when that time comes,
 Afflict me with thy mockes, pitty me not,
 As till that time I shall not pitty thee
 
    Ros. And why I pray you? who might be your mother
 That you insult, exult, and all at once
 Ouer the wretched? what though you haue no beauty
 As by my faith, I see no more in you
 Then without Candle may goe darke to bed:
 Must you be therefore prowd and pittilesse?
 Why what meanes this? why do you looke on me?
 I see no more in you then in the ordinary
 Of Natures sale-worke? 'ods my little life,
 I thinke she meanes to tangle my eies too:
 No faith proud Mistresse, hope not after it,
 'Tis not your inkie browes, your blacke silke haire,
 Your bugle eye-balls, nor your cheeke of creame
 That can entame my spirits to your worship:
 You foolish Shepheard, wherefore do you follow her
 Like foggy South, puffing with winde and raine,
 You are a thousand times a properer man
 Then she a woman. 'Tis such fooles as you
 That makes the world full of ill-fauourd children:
 'Tis not her glasse, but you that flatters her,
 And out of you she sees her selfe more proper
 Then any of her lineaments can show her:
 But Mistris, know your selfe, downe on your knees
 And thanke heauen, fasting, for a good mans loue;
 For I must tell you friendly in your eare,
 Sell when you can, you are not for all markets:
 Cry the man mercy, loue him, take his offer,
 Foule is most foule, being foule to be a scoffer.
 So take her to thee Shepheard, fareyouwell
 
    Phe. Sweet youth, I pray you chide a yere together,
 I had rather here you chide, then this man wooe
 
    Ros. Hees falne in loue with your foulnesse, & shee'll
 Fall in loue with my anger. If it be so, as fast
 As she answeres thee with frowning lookes, ile sauce
 Her with bitter words: why looke you so vpon me?
   Phe. For no ill will I beare you
 
    Ros. I pray you do not fall in loue with mee,
 For I am falser then vowes made in wine:
 Besides, I like you not: if you will know my house,
 'Tis at the tufft of Oliues, here hard by:
 Will you goe Sister? Shepheard ply her hard:
 Come Sister: Shepheardesse, looke on him better
 And be not proud, though all the world could see,
 None could be so abus'd in sight as hee.
 Come, to our flocke,
 Enter.
 
   Phe. Dead Shepheard, now I find thy saw of might,
 Who euer lov'd, that lou'd not at first sight?
   Sil. Sweet Phebe
 
    Phe. Hah: what saist thou Siluius?
   Sil. Sweet Phebe pitty me
 
    Phe. Why I am sorry for thee gentle Siluius
 
    Sil. Where euer sorrow is, reliefe would be:
 If you doe sorrow at my griefe in loue,
 By giuing loue your sorrow, and my griefe
 Were both extermin'd
 
    Phe. Thou hast my loue, is not that neighbourly?
   Sil. I would haue you
 
    Phe. Why that were couetousnesse:
 Siluius; the time was, that I hated thee;
 And yet it is not, that I beare thee loue,
 But since that thou canst talke of loue so well,
 Thy company, which erst was irkesome to me
 I will endure; and Ile employ thee too:
 But doe not looke for further recompence
 Then thine owne gladnesse, that thou art employd
 
    Sil. So holy, and so perfect is my loue,
 And I in such a pouerty of grace,
 That I shall thinke it a most plenteous crop
 To gleane the broken eares after the man
 That the maine haruest reapes: loose now and then
 A scattred smile, and that Ile liue vpon
 
    Phe. Knowst thou the youth that spoke to mee yerewhile?
   Sil. Not very well, but I haue met him oft,
 And he hath bought the Cottage and the bounds
 That the old Carlot once was Master of
 
    Phe. Thinke not I loue him, though I ask for him,
 'Tis but a peeuish boy, yet he talkes well,
 But what care I for words? yet words do well
 When he that speakes them pleases those that heare:
 It is a pretty youth, not very prettie,
 But sure hee's proud, and yet his pride becomes him;
 Hee'll make a proper man: the best thing in him
 Is his complexion: and faster then his tongue
 Did make offence, his eye did heale it vp:
 He is not very tall, yet for his yeeres hee's tall:
 His leg is but so so, and yet 'tis well:
 There was a pretty rednesse in his lip,
 A little riper, and more lustie red
 Then that mixt in his cheeke: 'twas iust the difference
 Betwixt the constant red, and mingled Damaske.
 There be some women Siluius, had they markt him
 In parcells as I did, would haue gone neere
 To fall in loue with him: but for my part
 I loue him not, nor hate him not: and yet
 Haue more cause to hate him then to loue him,
 For what had he to doe to chide at me?
 He said mine eyes were black, and my haire blacke,
 And now I am remembred, scorn'd at me:
 I maruell why I answer'd not againe,
 But that's all one: omittance is no quittance:
 Ile write to him a very tanting Letter,
 And thou shalt beare it, wilt thou Siluius?
   Sil. Phebe, with all my heart
 
    Phe. Ile write it strait:
 The matter's in my head, and in my heart,
 I will be bitter with him, and passing short;
 Goe with me Siluius.
 
 Exeunt.
 
 
 Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.
 
 Enter Rosalind, and Celia, and Iaques.
 
   Iaq. I prethee, pretty youth, let me better acquainted
 with thee
 
    Ros They say you are a melancholly fellow
 
    Iaq. I am so: I doe loue it better then laughing
 
    Ros. Those that are in extremity of either, are abhominable
 fellowes, and betray themselues to euery moderne
 censure, worse then drunkards
 
    Iaq. Why, 'tis good to be sad and say nothing
 
    Ros. Why then 'tis good to be a poste
 
    Iaq. I haue neither the Schollers melancholy, which
 is emulation: nor the Musitians, which is fantasticall;
 nor the Courtiers, which is proud: nor the Souldiers,
 which is ambitious: nor the Lawiers, which is politick:
 nor the Ladies, which is nice: nor the Louers, which
 is all these: but it is a melancholy of mine owne, compounded
 of many simples, extracted from many obiects,
 and indeed the sundrie contemplation of my trauells, in
 which by often rumination, wraps me in a most humorous
 sadnesse
 
    Ros. A Traueller: by my faith you haue great reason
 to be sad: I feare you haue sold your owne Lands,
 to see other mens; then to haue seene much, and to haue
 nothing, is to haue rich eyes and poore hands
 
    Iaq. Yes, I haue gain'd my experience.
 Enter Orlando.
 
   Ros. And your experience makes you sad: I had rather
 haue a foole to make me merrie, then experience to
 make me sad, and to trauaile for it too
 
    Orl. Good day, and happinesse, deere Rosalind
 
    Iaq. Nay then God buy you, and you talke in blanke
 verse
 
    Ros. Farewell Mounsieur Trauellor: looke you
 lispe, and weare strange suites; disable all the benefits
 of your owne Countrie: be out of loue with your
 natiuitie, and almost chide God for making you that
 countenance you are; or I will scarce thinke you haue
 swam in a Gundello. Why how now Orlando, where
 haue you bin all this while? you a louer? and you
 serue me such another tricke, neuer come in my sight
 more
 
    Orl. My faire Rosalind, I come within an houre of my
 promise
 
    Ros. Breake an houres promise in loue? hee that
 will diuide a minute into a thousand parts, and breake
 but a part of the thousand part of a minute in the affairs
 of loue, it may be said of him that Cupid hath clapt
 him oth' shoulder, but Ile warrant him heart hole
 
    Orl. Pardon me deere Rosalind
 
    Ros. Nay, and you be so tardie, come no more in my
 sight, I had as liefe be woo'd of a Snaile
 
    Orl. Of a Snaile?
   Ros. I, of a Snaile: for though he comes slowly, hee
 carries his house on his head; a better ioyncture I thinke
 then you make a woman: besides, he brings his destinie
 with him
 
    Orl. What's that?
   Ros. Why hornes: w such as you are faine to be beholding
 to your wiues for: but he comes armed in his
 fortune, and preuents the slander of his wife
 
    Orl. Vertue is no horne-maker: and my Rosalind is
 vertuous
 
    Ros. And I am your Rosalind
 
    Cel. It pleases him to call you so: but he hath a Rosalind
 of a better leere then you
 
    Ros. Come, wooe me, wooe mee: for now I am in a
 holy-day humor, and like enough to consent: What
 would you say to me now, and I were your verie, verie
 Rosalind?
   Orl. I would kisse before I spoke
 
    Ros. Nay, you were better speake first, and when you
 were grauel'd, for lacke of matter, you might take occasion
 to kisse: verie good Orators when they are out,
 they will spit, and for louers, lacking (God warne vs)
 matter, the cleanliest shift is to kisse
 
    Orl. How if the kisse be denide?
   Ros. Then she puts you to entreatie, and there begins
 new matter
 
    Orl. Who could be out, being before his beloued
 Mistris?
   Ros. Marrie that should you if I were your Mistris,
 or I should thinke my honestie ranker then my wit
 
    Orl. What, of my suite?
   Ros. Not out of your apparrell, and yet out of your
 suite:
 Am not I your Rosalind?
   Orl. I take some ioy to say you are, because I would
 be talking of her
 
    Ros. Well, in her person, I say I will not haue you
 
    Orl. Then in mine owne person, I die
 
    Ros. No faith, die by Attorney: the poore world is
 almost six thousand yeeres old, and in all this time there
 was not anie man died in his owne person (videlicet) in
 a loue cause: Troilous had his braines dash'd out with a
 Grecian club, yet he did what hee could to die before,
 and he is one of the patternes of loue. Leander, he would
 haue liu'd manie a faire yeere though Hero had turn'd
 Nun; if it had not bin for a hot Midsomer-night, for
 (good youth) he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont,
 and being taken with the crampe, was droun'd,
 and the foolish Chronoclers of that age, found it was
 Hero of Cestos. But these are all lies, men haue died
 from time to time, and wormes haue eaten them, but not
 for loue
 
    Orl. I would not haue my right Rosalind of this mind,
 for I protest her frowne might kill me
 
    Ros. By this hand, it will not kill a flie: but come,
 now I will be your Rosalind in a more comming-on disposition:
 and aske me what you will, I will grant it
 
    Orl. Then loue me Rosalind
 
    Ros. Yes faith will I, fridaies and saterdaies, and all
 
    Orl. And wilt thou haue me?
   Ros. I, and twentie such
 
    Orl. What saiest thou?
   Ros. Are you not good?
   Orl. I hope so
 
    Rosalind. Why then, can one desire too much of a
 good thing: Come sister, you shall be the Priest, and
 marrie vs: giue me your hand Orlando: What doe you
 say sister?
   Orl. Pray thee marrie vs
 
    Cel. I cannot say the words
 
    Ros. You must begin, will you Orlando
 
    Cel. Goe too: wil you Orlando, haue to wife this Rosalind?
   Orl. I will
 
    Ros. I, but when?
   Orl. Why now, as fast as she can marrie vs
 
    Ros. Then you must say, I take thee Rosalind for
 wife
 
    Orl. I take thee Rosalind for wife
 
    Ros. I might aske you for your Commission,
 But I doe take thee Orlando for my husband: there's a
 girle goes before the Priest, and certainely a Womans
 thought runs before her actions
 
    Orl. So do all thoughts, they are wing'd
 
    Ros. Now tell me how long you would haue her, after
 you haue possest her?
   Orl. For euer, and a day
 
    Ros. Say a day, without the euer: no, no Orlando, men
 are Aprill when they woe, December when they wed:
 Maides are May when they are maides, but the sky changes
 when they are wiues: I will bee more iealous of
 thee, then a Barbary cocke-pidgeon ouer his hen, more
 clamorous then a Parrat against raine, more new-fangled
 then an ape, more giddy in my desires, then a monkey:
 I will weepe for nothing, like Diana in the Fountaine,
 & I wil do that when you are dispos'd to be merry:
 I will laugh like a Hyen, and that when thou art inclin'd
 to sleepe
 
    Orl. But will my Rosalind doe so?
   Ros. By my life, she will doe as I doe
 
    Orl. O but she is wise
 
    Ros. Or else shee could not haue the wit to doe this:
 the wiser, the waywarder: make the doores vpon a womans
 wit, and it will out at the casement: shut that, and
 'twill out at the key-hole: stop that, 'twill flie with the
 smoake out at the chimney
 
    Orl. A man that had a wife with such a wit, he might
 say, wit whether wil't?
   Ros. Nay, you might keepe that checke for it, till you
 met your wiues wit going to your neighbours bed
 
    Orl. And what wit could wit haue, to excuse that?
   Rosa. Marry to say, she came to seeke you there: you
 shall neuer take her without her answer, vnlesse you take
 her without her tongue: o that woman that cannot
 make her fault her husbands occasion, let her neuer nurse
 her childe her selfe, for she will breed it like a foole
 
    Orl. For these two houres Rosalinde, I wil leaue thee
 
    Ros. Alas, deere loue, I cannot lacke thee two houres
 
    Orl. I must attend the Duke at dinner, by two a clock
 I will be with thee againe
 
    Ros. I, goe your waies, goe your waies: I knew what
 you would proue, my friends told mee as much, and I
 thought no lesse: that flattering tongue of yours wonne
 me: 'tis but one cast away, and so come death: two o'
 clocke is your howre
 
    Orl. I, sweet Rosalind
 
    Ros. By my troth, and in good earnest, and so God
 mend mee, and by all pretty oathes that are not dangerous,
 if you breake one iot of your promise, or come one
 minute behinde your houre, I will thinke you the most
 patheticall breake-promise, and the most hollow louer,
 and the most vnworthy of her you call Rosalinde, that
 may bee chosen out of the grosse band of the vnfaithfull:
 therefore beware my censure, and keep your promise
 
    Orl. With no lesse religion, then if thou wert indeed
 my Rosalind: so adieu
 
    Ros. Well, Time is the olde Iustice that examines all
 such offenders, and let time try: adieu.
 Enter.
 
   Cel. You haue simply misus'd our sexe in your loue-prate:
 we must haue your doublet and hose pluckt ouer
 your head, and shew the world what the bird hath done
 to her owne neast
 
    Ros. O coz, coz, coz: my pretty little coz, that thou
 didst know how many fathome deepe I am in loue: but
 it cannot bee sounded: my affection hath an vnknowne
 bottome, like the Bay of Portugall
 
    Cel. Or rather bottomlesse, that as fast as you poure
 affection in, it runs out
 
    Ros. No, that same wicked Bastard of Venus, that was
 begot of thought, conceiu'd of spleene, and borne of
 madnesse, that blinde rascally boy, that abuses euery
 ones eyes, because his owne are out, let him bee iudge,
 how deepe I am in loue: ile tell thee Aliena, I cannot be
 out of the sight of Orlando: Ile goe finde a shadow, and
 sigh till he come
 
    Cel. And Ile sleepe.
 
 Exeunt.
 
 
 
 Scena Secunda.
 
 Enter Iaques and Lords, Forresters.
 
   Iaq. Which is he that killed the Deare?
   Lord. Sir, it was I
 
    Iaq. Let's present him to the Duke like a Romane
 Conquerour, and it would doe well to set the Deares
 horns vpon his head, for a branch of victory; haue you
 no song Forrester for this purpose?
   Lord. Yes Sir
 
    Iaq. Sing it: 'tis no matter how it bee in tune, so it
 make noyse enough.
 
 Musicke, Song.
 
 What shall he haue that kild the Deare?
 His Leather skin, and hornes to weare:
 Then sing him home, the rest shall beare this burthen;
 Take thou no scorne to weare the horne,
 It was a crest ere thou wast borne,
 Thy fathers father wore it,
 And thy father bore it,
 The horne, the horne, the lusty horne,
 Is not a thing to laugh to scorne.
 
 Exeunt.
 
 
 Scoena Tertia.
 
 Enter Rosalind and Celia.
 
   Ros. How say you now, is it not past two a clock?
 And heere much Orlando
 
    Cel. I warrant you, with pure loue, & troubled brain,
 Enter Siluius.
 
 He hath t'ane his bow and arrowes, and is gone forth
 To sleepe: looke who comes heere
 
    Sil. My errand is to you, faire youth,
 My gentle Phebe, did bid me giue you this:
 I know not the contents, but as I guesse
 By the sterne brow, and waspish action
 Which she did vse, as she was writing of it,
 It beares an angry tenure; pardon me,
 I am but as a guiltlesse messenger
 
    Ros. Patience her selfe would startle at this letter,
 And play the swaggerer, beare this, beare all:
 Shee saies I am not faire, that I lacke manners,
 She calls me proud, and that she could not loue me
 Were man as rare as Phenix: 'od's my will,
 Her loue is not the Hare that I doe hunt,
 Why writes she so to me? well Shepheard, well,
 This is a Letter of your owne deuice
 
    Sil. No, I protest, I know not the contents,
 Phebe did write it
 
    Ros. Come, come, you are a foole,
 And turn'd into the extremity of loue.
 I saw her hand, she has a leatherne hand,
 A freestone coloured hand: I verily did thinke
 That her old gloues were on, but twas her hands:
 She has a huswiues hand, but that's no matter:
 I say she neuer did inuent this letter,
 This is a mans inuention, and his hand
 
    Sil. Sure it is hers
 
    Ros. Why, tis a boysterous and a cruell stile,
 A stile for challengers: why, she defies me,
 Like Turke to Christian: womens gentle braine
 Could not drop forth such giant rude inuention,
 Such Ethiop words, blacker in their effect
 Then in their countenance: will you heare the letter?
   Sil. So please you, for I neuer heard it yet:
 Yet heard too much of Phebes crueltie
 
    Ros. She Phebes me: marke how the tyrant writes.
 
 Read.
 
 Art thou god, to Shepherd turn'd?
 That a maidens heart hath burn'd.
 Can a woman raile thus?
   Sil. Call you this railing?
   Ros.
 
 Read.
 
 Why, thy godhead laid a part,
 War'st thou with a womans heart?
 Did you euer heare such railing?
 Whiles the eye of man did wooe me,
 That could do no vengeance to me.
 Meaning me a beast.
 If the scorne of your bright eine
 Haue power to raise such loue in mine,
 Alacke, in me, what strange effect
 Would they worke in milde aspect?
 Whiles you chid me, I did loue,
 How then might your praiers moue?
 He that brings this loue to thee,
 Little knowes this Loue in me:
 And by him seale vp thy minde,
 Whether that thy youth and kinde
 Will the faithfull offer take
 Of me, and all that I can make,
 Or else by him my loue denie,
 And then Ile studie how to die
 
    Sil. Call you this chiding?
   Cel. Alas poore Shepheard
 
    Ros. Doe you pitty him? No, he deserues no pitty:
 wilt thou loue such a woman? what to make thee an instrument,
 and play false straines vpon thee? not to be endur'd.
 Well, goe your way to her; (for I see Loue hath
 made thee a tame snake) and say this to her; That if she
 loue me, I charge her to loue thee: if she will not, I will
 neuer haue her, vnlesse thou intreat for her: if you bee a
 true louer hence, and not a word; for here comes more
 company.
 
 Exit. Sil.
 
 Enter Oliuer.
 
   Oliu. Good morrow, faire ones: pray you, (if you | know)
 Where in the Purlews of this Forrest, stands
 A sheep-coat, fenc'd about with Oliue-trees
 
    Cel. West of this place, down in the neighbor bottom
 The ranke of Oziers, by the murmuring streame
 Left on your right hand, brings you to the place:
 But at this howre, the house doth keepe it selfe,
 There's none within
 
    Oli. If that an eye may profit by a tongue,
 Then should I know you by description,
 Such garments, and such yeeres: the boy is faire,
 Of femall fauour, and bestowes himselfe
 Like a ripe sister: the woman low
 And browner then her brother: are not you
 The owner of the house I did enquire for?
   Cel. It is no boast, being ask'd, to say we are
 
    Oli. Orlando doth commend him to you both,
 And to that youth hee calls his Rosalind,
 He sends this bloudy napkin; are you he?
   Ros. I am: what must we vnderstand by this?
   Oli. Some of my shame, if you will know of me
 What man I am, and how, and why, and where
 This handkercher was stain'd
 
    Cel. I pray you tell it
 
    Oli. When last the yong Orlando parted from you,
 He left a promise to returne againe
 Within an houre, and pacing through the Forrest,
 Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancie,
 Loe what befell: he threw his eye aside,
 And marke what obiect did present it selfe
 Vnder an old Oake, whose bows were moss'd with age
 And high top, bald with drie antiquitie:
 A wretched ragged man, ore-growne with haire
 Lay sleeping on his back; about his necke
 A greene and guilded snake had wreath'd it selfe,
 Who with her head, nimble in threats approach'd
 The opening of his mouth: but sodainly
 Seeing Orlando, it vnlink'd it selfe,
 And with indented glides, did slip away
 Into a bush, vnder which bushes shade
 A Lyonnesse, with vdders all drawne drie,
 Lay cowching head on ground, with catlike watch
 When that the sleeping man should stirre; for 'tis
 The royall disposition of that beast
 To prey on nothing, that doth seeme as dead:
 This seene, Orlando did approach the man,
 And found it was his brother, his elder brother
 
    Cel. O I haue heard him speake of that same brother,
 And he did render him the most vnnaturall
 That liu'd amongst men
 
    Oli. And well he might so doe,
 For well I know he was vnnaturall
 
    Ros. But to Orlando: did he leaue him there
 Food to the suck'd and hungry Lyonnesse?
   Oli. Twice did he turne his backe, and purpos'd so:
 But kindnesse, nobler euer then reuenge,
 And Nature stronger then his iust occasion,
 Made him giue battell to the Lyonnesse:
 Who quickly fell before him, in which hurtling
 From miserable slumber I awaked
 
    Cel. Are you his brother?
   Ros. Was't you he rescu'd?
   Cel. Was't you that did so oft contriue to kill him?
   Oli. 'Twas I: but 'tis not I: I doe not shame
 To tell you what I was, since my conuersion
 So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am
 
    Ros. But for the bloody napkin?
   Oli. By and by:
 When from the first to last betwixt vs two,
 Teares our recountments had most kindely bath'd,
 As how I came into that Desert place.
 In briefe, he led me to the gentle Duke,
 Who gaue me fresh aray, and entertainment,
 Committing me vnto my brothers loue,
 Who led me instantly vnto his Caue,
 There stript himselfe, and heere vpon his arme
 The Lyonnesse had torne some flesh away,
 Which all this while had bled; and now he fainted,
 And cride in fainting vpon Rosalinde.
 Briefe, I recouer'd him, bound vp 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 giue this napkin
 Died in this bloud, vnto the Shepheard youth,
 That he in sport doth call his Rosalind
 
    Cel. Why how now Ganimed, sweet Ganimed
 
    Oli. Many will swoon when they do look on bloud
 
    Cel. There is more in it; Cosen Ganimed
 
    Oli. Looke, he recouers
 
    Ros. I would I were at home
 
    Cel. Wee'll lead you thither:
 I pray you will you take him by the arme
 
    Oli. Be of good cheere youth: you a man?
 You lacke a mans heart
 
    Ros. I doe so, I confesse it:
 Ah, sirra, a body would thinke 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 earnest
 
    Ros. Counterfeit, I assure you
 
    Oli. Well then, take a good heart, and counterfeit to
 be a man
 
    Ros. So I doe: but yfaith, I should haue beene a woman
 by right
 
    Cel. Come, you looke paler and paler: pray you draw
 homewards: good sir, goe with vs
 
    Oli. That will I: for I must beare answere backe
 How you excuse my brother, Rosalind
 
    Ros. I shall deuise something: but I pray you commend
 my counterfeiting to him: will you goe?
 
 Exeunt.
 
 
 Actus Quintus. Scena Prima.
 
 
 Enter Clowne and Awdrie.
 
   Clow. We shall finde a time Awdrie, patience gentle
 Awdrie
 
    Awd. Faith the Priest was good enough, for all the
 olde gentlemans saying
 
    Clow. A most wicked Sir Oliuer, Awdrie, a most vile
 Mar-text. But Awdrie, there is a youth heere in the
 Forrest layes claime to you
 
    Awd. I, I know who 'tis: he hath no interest in mee
 in the world: here comes the man you meane.
 Enter William.
 
   Clo. It is meat and drinke to me to see a Clowne, by
 my troth, we that haue good wits, haue much to answer
 for: we shall be flouting: we cannot hold
 
    Will. Good eu'n Audrey
 
    Aud. God ye good eu'n William
 
    Will. And good eu'n to you Sir
 
    Clo. Good eu'n gentle friend. Couer thy head, couer
 thy head: Nay prethee bee couer'd. How olde are you
 Friend?
   Will. Fiue and twentie Sir
 
    Clo. A ripe age: Is thy name William?
   Will. William, sir
 
    Clo. A faire name. Was't borne i'th Forrest heere?
   Will. I sir, I thanke God
 
    Clo. Thanke God: A good answer:
 Art rich?
   Will. 'Faith sir, so, so
 
    Cle. So, so, is good, very good, very excellent good:
 and yet it is not, it is but so, so:
 Art thou wise?
   Will. I sir, I haue a prettie wit
 
    Clo. Why, thou saist well. I do now remember a saying:
 The Foole doth thinke he is wise, but the wiseman
 knowes himselfe to be a Foole. The Heathen Philosopher,
 when he had a desire to eate a Grape, would open
 his lips when he put it into his mouth, meaning thereby,
 that Grapes were made to eate, and lippes to open.
 You do loue this maid?
   Will. I do sir
 
    Clo. Giue me your hand: Art thou Learned?
   Will. No sir
 
    Clo. Then learne this of me, To haue, is to haue. For
 it is a figure in Rhetoricke, that drink being powr'd out
 of a cup into a glasse, by filling the one, doth empty the
 other. For all your Writers do consent, that ipse is hee:
 now you are not ipse, for I am he
 
    Will. Which he sir?
   Clo. He sir, that must marrie this woman: Therefore
 you Clowne, abandon: which is in the vulgar, leaue the
 societie: which in the boorish, is companie, of this female:
 which in the common, is woman: which together,
 is, abandon the society of this Female, or Clowne
 thou perishest: or to thy better vnderstanding, dyest; or
 (to wit) I kill thee, make thee away, translate thy life into
 death, thy libertie into bondage: I will deale in poyson
 with thee, or in bastinado, or in steele: I will bandy
 with thee in faction, I will ore-run thee with policie: I
 will kill thee a hundred and fifty wayes, therefore tremble
 and depart
 
    Aud. Do good William
 
    Will. God rest you merry sir.
 
 Exit
 
 Enter Corin.
 
   Cor. Our Master and Mistresse seekes you: come away,
 away
 
    Clo. Trip Audry, trip Audry, I attend,
 I attend.
 
 Exeunt.
 
 Scoena Secunda.
 
 Enter Orlando & Oliuer.
 
   Orl. Is't possible, that on so little acquaintance you
 should like her? that, but seeing, you should loue her?
 And louing woo? and wooing, she should graunt? And
 will you perseuer to enioy her?
   Ol. Neither call the giddinesse of it in question; the
 pouertie of her, the small acquaintance, my sodaine woing,
 nor sodaine consenting: but say with mee, I loue
 Aliena: say with her, that she loues mee; consent with
 both, that we may enioy each other: it shall be to your
 good: for my fathers house, and all the reuennew, that
 was old Sir Rowlands will I estate vpon you, and heere
 liue and die a Shepherd.
 Enter Rosalind.
 
   Orl. You haue my consent.
 Let your Wedding be to morrow: thither will I
 Inuite the Duke, and all's contented followers:
 Go you, and prepare Aliena; for looke you,
 Heere comes my Rosalinde
 
    Ros. God saue you brother
 
    Ol. And you faire sister
 
    Ros. Oh my deere Orlando, how it greeues me to see
 thee weare thy heart in a scarfe
 
    Orl. It is my arme
 
    Ros. I thought thy heart had beene wounded with
 the clawes of a Lion
 
    Orl. Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a Lady
 
    Ros. Did your brother tell you how I counterfeyted
 to sound, when he shew'd me your handkercher?
   Orl. I, and greater wonders then that
 
    Ros. O, I know where you are: nay, tis true: there
 was neuer any thing so sodaine, but the sight of two
 Rammes, and Cesars Thrasonicall bragge of I came, saw,
 and ouercome. For your brother, and my sister, no sooner
 met, but they look'd: no sooner look'd, but they
 lou'd; no sooner lou'd, but they sigh'd: no sooner sigh'd
 but they ask'd one another the reason: no sooner knew
 the reason, but they sought the remedie: and in these
 degrees, haue they made a paire of staires to marriage,
 which they will climbe incontinent, or else bee incontinent
 before marriage; they are in the verie wrath of
 loue, and they will together. Clubbes cannot part
 them
 
    Orl. They shall be married to morrow: and I will
 bid the Duke to the Nuptiall. But O, how bitter a thing
 it is, to looke into happines through another mans eies:
 by so much the more shall I to morrow be at the height
 of heart heauinesse, by how much I shal thinke my brother
 happie, in hauing what he wishes for
 
    Ros. Why then to morrow, I cannot serue your turne
 for Rosalind?
   Orl. I can liue no longer by thinking
 
    Ros. I will wearie you then no longer with idle talking.
 Know of me then (for now I speake to some purpose)
 that I know you are a Gentleman of good conceit:
 I speake not this, that you should beare a good opinion
 of my knowledge: insomuch (I say) I know you are: neither
 do I labor for a greater esteeme then may in some
 little measure draw a beleefe from you, to do your selfe
 good, and not to grace me. Beleeue then, if you please,
 that I can do strange things: I haue since I was three
 yeare old conuerst with a Magitian, most profound in
 his Art, and yet not damnable. If you do loue Rosalinde
 so neere the hart, as your gesture cries it out: when your
 brother marries Aliena, shall you marrie her. I know into
 what straights of Fortune she is driuen, and it is not
 impossible to me, if it appeare not inconuenient to you,
 to set her before your eyes to morrow, humane as she is,
 and without any danger
 
    Orl. Speak'st thou in sober meanings?
   Ros. By my life I do, which I tender deerly, though
 I say I am a Magitian: Therefore put you in your best aray,
 bid your friends: for if you will be married to morrow,
 you shall: and to Rosalind if you will.
 Enter Siluius & Phebe.
 
 Looke, here comes a Louer of mine, and a louer of hers
 
    Phe. Youth, you haue done me much vngentlenesse,
 To shew the letter that I writ to you
 
    Ros. I care not if I haue: it is my studie
 To seeme despightfull and vngentle to you:
 you are there followed by a faithful shepheard,
 Looke vpon him, loue him: he worships you
 
    Phe. Good shepheard, tell this youth what 'tis to loue
   Sil. It is to be all made of sighes and teares,
 And so am I for Phebe
 
    Phe. And I for Ganimed
 
    Orl. And I for Rosalind
 
    Ros. And I for no woman
 
    Sil. It is to be all made of faith and seruice,
 And so am I for Phebe
 
    Phe. And I for Ganimed
 
    Orl. And I for Rosalind
 
    Ros. And I for no woman
 
    Sil. It is to be all made of fantasie,
 All made of passion, and all made of wishes,
 All adoration, dutie, and obseruance,
 All humblenesse, all patience, and impatience,
 All puritie, all triall, all obseruance:
 And so am I for Phebe
 
    Phe. And so am I for Ganimed
 
    Orl. And so am I for Rosalind
 
    Ros. And so am I for no woman
 
    Phe. If this be so, why blame you me to loue you?
   Sil. If this be so, why blame you me to loue you?
   Orl. If this be so, why blame you me to loue you?
   Ros. Why do you speake too, Why blame you mee
 to loue you
 
    Orl. To her, that is not heere, nor doth not heare
 
    Ros. Pray you no more of this, 'tis like the howling
 of Irish Wolues against the Moone: I will helpe you
 if I can: I would loue you if I could: To morrow meet
 me altogether: I wil marrie you, if euer I marrie Woman,
 and Ile be married to morrow: I will satisfie you,
 if euer I satisfi'd man, and you shall bee married to morrow.
 I wil content you, if what pleases you contents
 you, and you shal be married to morrow: As you loue
 Rosalind meet, as you loue Phebe meet, and as I loue no
 woman, Ile meet: so fare you wel: I haue left you commands
 
    Sil. Ile not faile, if I liue
 
    Phe. Nor I
 
    Orl. Nor I.
 
 Exeunt.
 
 
 Scoena Tertia.
 
 Enter Clowne and Audrey.
 
   Clo. To morrow is the ioyfull day Audrey, to morow
 will we be married
 
    Aud. I do desire it with all my heart: and I hope it is
 no dishonest desire, to desire to be a woman of y world?
 Heere come two of the banish'd Dukes Pages.
 Enter two Pages.
 
   1.Pa. Wel met honest Gentleman
 
    Clo. By my troth well met: come, sit, sit, and a song
 
    2.Pa. We are for you, sit i'th middle
 
    1.Pa. Shal we clap into't roundly, without hauking,
 or spitting, or saying we are hoarse, which are the onely
 prologues to a bad voice
 
    2.Pa. I faith, y'faith, and both in a tune like two
 gipsies on a horse.
 
 Song.
 
 It was a Louer, and his lasse,
 With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
 That o're the greene corne feild did passe,
 In the spring time, the onely pretty rang time.
 When Birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding.
 Sweet Louers loue the spring,
 And therefore take the present time.
 With a hey, & a ho, and a hey nonino,
 For loue is crowned with the prime.
 In spring time, &c.
 Betweene the acres of the Rie,
 With a hey, and a ho, & a hey nonino:
 These prettie Country folks would lie.
 In spring time, &c.
 This Carroll they began that houre,
 With a hey and a ho, & a hey nonino:
 How that a life was but a Flower,
 In spring time, &c
 
    Clo. Truly yong Gentlemen, though there was no
 great matter in the dittie, yet y note was very vntunable
   1.Pa. you are deceiu'd Sir, we kept time, we lost not
 our time
 
    Clo. By my troth yes: I count it but time lost to heare
 such a foolish song. God buy you, and God mend your
 voices. Come Audrie.
 
 Exeunt.
 
 
 Scena Quarta.
 
 Enter Duke Senior, Amyens, Iaques, Orlando, Oliuer, Celia.
 
   Du.Sen. Dost thou beleeue Orlando, that the boy
 Can do all this that he hath promised?
   Orl. I sometimes do beleeue, and somtimes do not,
 As those that feare they hope, and know they feare.
 Enter Rosalinde, Siluius, & Phebe.
 
   Ros. Patience once more, whiles our co[m]pact is vrg'd:
 You say, if I bring in your Rosalinde,
 You wil bestow her on Orlando heere?
   Du.Se. That would I, had I kingdoms to giue with hir
 
    Ros. And you say you wil haue her, when I bring hir?
   Orl. That would I, were I of all kingdomes King
 
    Ros. You say, you'l marrie me, if I be willing
 
    Phe. That will I, should I die the houre after
 
    Ros. But if you do refuse to marrie me,
 You'l giue your selfe to this most faithfull Shepheard
 
    Phe. So is the bargaine
 
    Ros. You say that you'l haue Phebe if she will
 
    Sil. Though to haue her and death, were both one
 thing
 
    Ros. I haue promis'd to make all this matter euen:
 Keepe you your word, O Duke, to giue your daughter,
 You yours Orlando, to receiue his daughter:
 Keepe you your word Phebe, that you'l marrie me,
 Or else refusing me to wed this shepheard:
 Keepe your word Siluius, that you'l marrie her
 If she refuse me, and from hence I go
 To make these doubts all euen.
 
 Exit Ros. and Celia.
 
   Du.Sen. I do remember in this shepheard boy,
 Some liuely touches of my daughters fauour
 
    Orl. My Lord, the first time that I euer saw him,
 Me thought he was a brother to your daughter:
 But my good Lord, this Boy is Forrest borne,
 And hath bin tutor'd in the rudiments
 Of many desperate studies, by his vnckle,
 Whom he reports to be a great Magitian.
 Enter Clowne and Audrey.
 
 Obscured in the circle of this Forrest
 
    Iaq. There is sure another flood toward, and these
 couples are comming to the Arke. Here comes a payre
 of verie strange beasts, which in all tongues, are call'd
 Fooles
 
    Clo. Salutation and greeting to you all
 
    Iaq. Good my Lord, bid him welcome: This is the
 Motley-minded Gentleman, that I haue so often met in
 the Forrest: he hath bin a Courtier he sweares
 
    Clo. If any man doubt that, let him put mee to my
 purgation, I haue trod a measure, I haue flattred a Lady,
 I haue bin politicke with my friend, smooth with mine
 enemie, I haue vndone three Tailors, I haue had foure
 quarrels, and like to haue fought one
 
    Iaq. And how was that tane vp?
   Clo. 'Faith we met, and found the quarrel was vpon
 the seuenth cause
 
    Iaq. How seuenth cause? Good my Lord, like this
 fellow
 
    Du.Se. I like him very well
 
    Clo. God'ild you sir, I desire you of the like: I presse
 in heere sir, amongst the rest of the Country copulatiues
 to sweare, and to forsweare, according as mariage binds
 and blood breakes: a poore virgin sir, an il-fauor'd thing
 sir, but mine owne, a poore humour of mine sir, to take
 that that no man else will: rich honestie dwels like a miser
 sir, in a poore house, as your Pearle in your foule oyster
 
    Du.Se. By my faith, he is very swift, and sententious
   Clo. According to the fooles bolt sir, and such dulcet
 diseases
 
    Iaq. But for the seuenth cause. How did you finde
 the quarrell on the seuenth cause?
   Clo. Vpon a lye, seuen times remoued: (beare your
 bodie more seeming Audry) as thus sir: I did dislike the
 cut of a certaine Courtiers beard: he sent me word, if I
 said his beard was not cut well, hee was in the minde it
 was: this is call'd the retort courteous. If I sent him
 word againe, it was not well cut, he wold send me word
 he cut it to please himselfe: this is call'd the quip modest.
 If againe, it was not well cut, he disabled my iudgment:
 this is called, the reply churlish. If againe it was not well
 cut, he would answer I spake not true: this is call'd the
 reproofe valiant. If againe, it was not well cut, he wold
 say, I lie: this is call'd the counter-checke quarrelsome:
 and so to lye circumstantiall, and the lye direct
 
    Iaq. And how oft did you say his beard was not well
 cut?
   Clo. I durst go no further then the lye circumstantial:
 nor he durst not giue me the lye direct: and so wee measur'd
 swords, and parted
 
    Iaq. Can you nominate in order now, the degrees of
 the lye
 
    Clo. O sir, we quarrel in print, by the booke: as you
 haue bookes 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 Reproofe valiant: the fift, the Counterchecke quarrelsome:
 the sixt, the Lye with circumstance: the seauenth,
 the Lye direct: all these you may auoyd, but the
 Lye direct: and you may auoide that too, with an If. I
 knew when seuen Iustices could not take vp a Quarrell,
 but when the parties were met themselues, one of them
 thought but of an If; as if you saide so, then I saide so:
 and they shooke hands, and swore brothers. Your If, is
 the onely peace-maker: much vertue in if
 
    Iaq. Is not this a rare fellow my Lord? He's as good
 at any thing, and yet a foole
 
    Du.Se. He vses his folly like a stalking-horse, and vnder
 the presentation of that he shoots his wit.
 Enter Hymen, Rosalind, and Celia.
 
 Still Musicke.
 
   Hymen. Then is there mirth in heauen,
 When earthly things made eauen
 attone together.
 Good Duke receiue thy daughter,
 Hymen from Heauen brought her,
 Yea brought her hether.
 That thou mightst ioyne his hand with his,
 Whose heart within his bosome is
 
    Ros. To you I giue my selfe, for I am yours.
 To you I giue my selfe, for I am yours
 
    Du.Se. If there be truth in sight, you are my daughter
 
    Orl. If there be truth in sight, you are my Rosalind
 
    Phe. If sight & shape be true, why then my loue adieu
   Ros. Ile haue no Father, if you be not he:
 Ile haue no Husband, if you be not he:
 Nor ne're wed woman, if you be not shee
 
    Hy. Peace hoa: I barre confusion,
 'Tis I must make conclusion
 Of these most strange euents:
 Here's eight that must take hands,
 To ioyne in Hymens bands,
 If truth holds true contents.
 You and you, no crosse shall part;
 You and you, are hart in hart:
 You, to his loue must accord,
 Or haue a Woman to your Lord.
 You and you, are sure together,
 As the Winter to fowle Weather:
 Whiles a Wedlocke Hymne we sing,
 Feede your selues with questioning:
 That reason, wonder may diminish
 How thus we met, and these things finish.
 
 Song.
 
 Wedding is great Iunos crowne,
 O blessed bond of boord and bed:
 'Tis Hymen peoples euerie towne,
 High wedlock then be honored:
 Honor, high honor and renowne
 To Hymen, God of euerie Towne
 
    Du.Se. O my deere Neece, welcome thou art to me,
 Euen daughter welcome, in no lesse degree
 
    Phe. I wil not eate my word, now thou art mine,
 Thy faith, my fancie to thee doth combine.
 Enter Second Brother.
 
   2.Bro. Let me haue audience for a word or two:
 I am the second sonne of old Sir Rowland,
 That bring these tidings to this faire assembly.
 Duke Frederick hearing how that euerie day
 Men of great worth resorted to this forrest,
 Addrest a mightie power, which were on foote
 In his owne conduct, purposely to take
 His brother heere, and put him to the sword:
 And to the skirts of this wilde Wood he came;
 Where, meeting with an old Religious man,
 After some question with him, was conuerted
 Both from his enterprize, and from the world:
 His crowne bequeathing to his banish'd Brother,
 And all their Lands restor'd to him againe
 That were with him exil'd. This to be true,
 I do engage my life
 
    Du.Se. Welcome yong man:
 Thou offer'st fairely to thy brothers wedding:
 To one his lands with-held, and to the other
 A land it selfe at large, a potent Dukedome.
 First, in this Forrest, let vs do those ends
 That heere were well begun, and wel begot:
 And after, euery of this happie number
 That haue endur'd shrew'd daies, and nights with vs,
 Shal share the good of our returned fortune,
 According to the measure of their states.
 Meane time, forget this new-falne dignitie,
 And fall into our Rusticke Reuelrie:
 Play Musicke, and you Brides and Bride-groomes all,
 With measure heap'd in ioy, to'th Measures fall
 
    Iaq. Sir, by your patience: if I heard you rightly,
 The Duke hath put on a Religious life,
 And throwne into neglect the pompous Court
 
    2.Bro. He hath
 
    Iaq. To him will I: out of these conuertites,
 There is much matter to be heard, and learn'd:
 you to your former Honor, I bequeath
 your patience, and your vertue, well deserues it.
 you to a loue, that your true faith doth merit:
 you to your land, and loue, and great allies:
 you to a long, and well-deserued bed:
 And you to wrangling, for thy louing voyage
 Is but for two moneths victuall'd: So to your pleasures,
 I am for other, then for dancing meazures
 
    Du.Se. Stay, Iaques, stay
 
    Iaq. To see no pastime, I: what you would haue,
 Ile stay to know, at your abandon'd caue.
 Enter.
 
   Du.Se. Proceed, proceed: wee'l begin these rights,
 As we do trust, they'l end in true delights.
 
 Exit
 
   Ros. It is not the fashion to see the Ladie the Epilogue:
 but it is no more vnhandsome, then to see the
 Lord the Prologue. If it be true, that good wine needs
 no bush, 'tis true, that a good play needes no Epilogue.
 Yet to good wine they do vse good bushes: and good
 playes proue the better by the helpe of good Epilogues:
 What a case am I in then, that am neither a good Epilogue,
 nor cannot insinuate with you in the behalfe of a
 good play? I am not furnish'd like a Begger, therefore
 to begge will not become mee. My way is to coniure
 you, and Ile begin with the Women. I charge you (O
 women) for the loue you beare to men, to like as much
 of this Play, as please you: And I charge you (O men)
 for the loue you beare to women (as I perceiue by your
 simpring, none of you hates them) that betweene you,
 and the women, the play may please. If I were a Woman,
 I would kisse as many of you as had beards that
 pleas'd me, complexions that lik'd me, and breaths that
 I defi'de not: And I am sure, as many as haue good
 beards, or good faces, or sweet breaths, will for my kind
 offer, when I make curt'sie, bid me farewell.
 Enter.
 
 FINIS. As you Like it.
 
 

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