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Duke F. How now,' daughter, and cousin?
Duke. F. You will take little delight in it, I can tell you, three is such odds in the men: In pity of the challenger's youth, I would fain dissuade him, but he will not be entreated: Speak to him, ladies; see if you can move him.
Cel. Call him hither, good Monsieur Le Beau.
Le Beau. Monsieur the challenger, the prin[DUKE goes apart. cesses call for you.
Orl. I attend them, with all respect and duty.
Ros. Young man, have you challenged Charles the wrestler ?
Orl. No, fair princess; he is the general chal-I lenger: I come but in, as others do, to try with bim the strength of my youth.
Cel. Young gentleman, your spirits are too bold for your years: You have seen cruel proof of this man's strength: if you saw yourself with your eyes, or knew yourself with your judgment, the fear of your adventure would counsel you to a more equal enterprise. We pray you, for your own sake, to embrace your own safety, and give over this attempt.
Ros. Do, young Sir; your reputation shall not therefore be misprized: we will make it our suit to the duke, that the wrestling might not go
Ort. I beseech you, punish me not with your hard thoughts; wherein I confess me much guilty, to deny so fair and excellent ladies any thing. But let your fair eyes, and gentle wishes, go with me to my trial: wherein if I be foiled, there is but one shamed that was never gracious: if killed, but one dead, that is willing to be so: I shall do my friends no wrong, for I have none to lament me; the world no injury, for in it I have nothing; only in the world I fill up a place, which may be better supplied when I have made it empty.
Ros. The little strength that I have, I would it were with you.
Cel. And mine, to eke out her's. Ros. Fare you well. Pray heaven, I be deceived in you!
Ros. Now, Hercules be thy speed, young
Cel. Your heart's desires be with you.
Cha. Come, where is this young gallant, that is so desirous to lie with his mother earth? Orl. Ready, Sir; but his will bath in it a more modest working.
Duke F. You shall try but one fall. Cha. No, I warrant your grace; you shall not entreat him to a second, that have so mightily persuaded him from a first.
Orl. You mean to mock me after; you should not have mocked me before: but' come your
But I did find him still mine enemy:
Hadst thou descended from another house.
Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do
Orl. I am more proud to be Sir Rowland's
His youngest son;-and would not change that
Ros. My father loved Sir Rowland as his
And all the world was of my father's mind:
Let us go thank him, and encourage him:
Wear this for me; one out of suits with for[Giving him a chain from her neck.
That could give more, but that her hand lacks
Shall we go, coz?
Cel. Ay-fare you well, fair gentleman.
Are all thrown down; and that which here
Is but a quintain, a mere lifeless block.
I'll ask him what he would :-Did you call,
Duke F. How dost thou, Charles?
Sir Rowland de Bois.
Duke F. I would, thou hadst been son to some man else.
The world esteem'd thy father honourable,
More than your enemies.
Cel. Will you go, coz?
Ros. Have with you :-Fare you well.
cannot speak to her, yet she urg'd conference.
Re-enter LE BEAU.
O poor Orlando! thou art overthrown;
High commendation, true applause, and love;
The duke is humorous; what he is, indeed,
Cel. I would I were invisible, to catch the strong fellow by the leg.
Orl. I thank you, Sir; and, pray you, tell [CHARLES and ORLANDO wrestle. Ros. O excellent young man! me this ; Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, That here was at the wrestling? Which of the two was daughter of the duke
can tell who should down.
Le Beau. Neither his daughter, if we judge by manners;
[CHARLES is thrown. Shout.
But yet, indeed, the shorter is his daughter:
Duke F. No more, no more.
And here detain'd by her usurping uncle,
But I can tell you, that of late this duke
But that the people praise her for her vir-
And pity her for her good father's sake;
Cel. Come, come, wrestle with thy affections. Ros. Oh they take the part of a better wrestler than myself.
Cel. Oh! a good wish upon you! you will try in time, in despite of a fall.-But, turning these jests out of service, let us talk iu good earnest : Is it possible, on such a sudden, you should fall into so strong a liking with old Sir Rowland's youngest son.
Ros. The duke my father loved his father dearly.
Cel. Doth it therefore ensue, that you should love his son dearly? By this kind of chase, I should hate him, for my father hated his father dearly; yet I hate not Orlando.
Ros. No 'faith, hate him not, for my sake. Cel. Why should I not? doth he not deserve well ?
Ros. Let me love him for that; and do you love him, because I do: Look, here comes the
Cel. With his eyes full of anger.
Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a
Enter Duke FREDERICK, with Lords.
Duke. F. You cousin ;
Within these ten days if that thou be'st found
If with myself I hold intelligence,
Or have acquaintance with mine own desires;
Duke F. Thus do all traitors;
If their purgation did consist in words,
Tell me, whereon the likelihood depends.
Ros. So was I, when your highness took his
So was I, when your highness banish'd him:
Else had she with her father rang'd along.
Her very silence, and her patience,
When she is gone: then open not thy lips;
Ros. I have more cause.
Cel. Thou hast not, cousin ;
Hath banish'd me his daughter?
Cel. No I hath not! Rosalind lacks then the
Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one;
Ros. Alas! what danger will it be to us,
Ros. I do beseech your grace,
Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with And with a kind of umber + smirch my face:
Cel. I'll put myself in poor and mean ature,
The like do you; so shall we pass along,
Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee mine.
Ros. Were it not better,
As many other mannish cowards have,
Ros. I'll have no worse a rame than Jove's own page,
And therefore look you call me, Ganymede.
Cel. Something that bath a reference to my state;
No longer Celia, but Aliena.
Ros. But, cousin, what if we assay'd to steal The clownish fool out of your father's court? Would be not be a comfort to our travel?
Cel. He'll go along o'er the wide world with
Leave me alone to woo him: Let's away,
And get our jewels and our wealth together;
SCENE I.-The Forest of Arden.
Enter DUKE senior, AMIENS, and other LORDS, in the dress of Foresters.
Duke S. Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exile,
Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these
More free from peril than the envions court?
Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.
Duke S. Come, shall we go and kill us veni
Have their round haunches gor'd.
1 Lord. Indeed, my lord,
And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools,-
The melancholy Jaques grieves at that;
brook, Augmenting it with tears.
Almost to bursting; and the big round tears
• Barbed arrows.
Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends;
Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens;
Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?
2 Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and comUpon the sobbing deer. menting
Duke S. Show me the place;
I love to cope him in these sullen fits,
2 Lord. I'll bring you to him straight.
[Exeunt. SCENE VII.-A Room in the Palace. Enter Duke FREDERICK, LORDS, and Alten
Duke F. Can it be possible that no man saw them ?
It cannot be some villains of my court
1 Lord. I cannot hear 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 untreasur'd of their mis
2 Lord. My lord, the roynish + clown, at whom so oft
Your grace was wont to laugh, is also missing.
Duke F. Send to his brother; fetch that gal-
If he be absent, bring his brother to me,
Adam. What! my young master?-O my gen.
of old Sir Rowland! why, what make you here?
And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and va.
Why would you be so foud to overcome
Come not within these doors; within this roof
To burn the lodging where you use to lie,
Orl. What, wouldst thou have me go and
Or, with a base and boisterous sword, enforce
A thievish living on the common road?
The thrifty hire I sav'd under your father,
Touch. For my part, I had rather bear wis he you, than bear you: yet I should bear no cross, if I did bear you; for, I think, you have no money in your purse.
Ros. Well, this is the forest of Arden.
Touch. Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I; when I was at home, I was in a better place; but travellers must be content.
Ros. Ay, be so, good Touchstone:-Look yon, who comes here; a young man, and an oid, in solemu talk.
The constant service of the antique world,
SCENE IV. The forest of Arden.
Enter ROSALIND in Boy's clothes; CELTA dressed like a Shepherdess, and Totch
That cannot so much as a blossom yield,
To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty.-
Blood turned from its natural course.
Ros. O Jupiter! how weary are my spirits! Touch. 1. care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary.
Ros. I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel, and to cry like a woman: but i must comfort the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to show itself courageous to petscoat: therefore, courage, good Aliena.
Cel. I pray you, bear with me; I can go no further.
Here lived I, but now live here no more.
Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover
And unregarded age in corners thrown;
Orl. O good old man; how well in thee ap- was in love, I broke my sword upon a state,
and bid him take that for coming anight • be Jane Smile and I remember the kissing of her batlet, and the cow's dugs that her pretty chopp'd bands had milk'd: and I remember the wooing of a peascod instead of her; from
I took two cods, and, giving her them again, said with weeping tears, Wear these for my sake. We, that are true lovers, run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.
Ros. Thou speak'st wiser, than thou art 'ware of.
Or if thou hast not sat as I do now,
Or if thou hast not broke from company,
I have by hard adventure found mine own.
Touch. Nay, I shall ne'er be 'ware of muse own wit, till I break my shins against it. Ros. Jove! Jove! this shepherd's passion is much upon my fashion. Touch. And mine; but it grows something stale with me.
Cel. I pray you, one of you question yead'
If he for gold will give us any food;
Touch. Holla; you, clown!
• A piece of money stamped with a cross.
The instrument with which washers beat clothes
My master is of churlish disposition,
And little recks to find the way to heaven
Cor. That young swain that you saw here but
That little cares for buying any thing.
Ros. I pray thee, if it stand with honesty,
And willingly could waste my time in it.
SCENE V.-The same.
Enter AMIENS, JAQUES, and others.
Ami. Under the greenwood tree,
But winter and rough weather.
Jaq. I thank it. More, I pr'ythee, more. can suck melancholy out of a song, as a weazel sucks eggs: More, I pr'ythee, more.
Ami. My voice is ragged; I know, I cannot please you.
Jaq. I do not desire you to please me, I do desire you to sing: Come, niore; another stanza; Call you them stanzas ?
Ami. What you will, monsieur Jaques. Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names; they owe me nothing: Will you sing?
Ami. More at your request, than to please myself.
Jaq. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you: but that they call compliment, is like the encounter of two dog-apes: and when a man thanks me heartily, methinks, I have given him a penny, and he renders me the beggarly thanks. Come, sing; and you that will not hold your tongues.
Ami. Well, I'll end the song.-Sirs, cover the while; the duke will drink under this tree :-he hath been all this day to look you.
Jaq. And I have been all this day to avoid him. He is too dispútable for my company: 1 think of as many matters as he; but I give heaven thanks, and make no boast of them. Come, warble, come.
Ragged and rugged had formerly the same mean
SCENE VI.-The same.
Enter ORLANDO and ADAM.
Adam. Dear master, I can go no further: oh! I die for food! Here lie I down, and measure out my grave. Farewell, kind master.
Orl. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee? Live a little; comfort a little; cheer thyself a little: If this uncouth forest yield any thing savage, I will either be food for it, or bring it for food to thee. Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers. For my sake, be comfortable; hold death awhile at the arm's end: I'll here be with thee presently; and if I bring thee not something to eat, I'll give thee leave hitherto die but if thou diest before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well said! thou look'st cheerly and I'll be with thee quickly.-Yet thou liest in the bleak air: Come, I will bear thee to some shelter; and thou shalt not die for lack of
a dinner, if there live any thing in this desert.
SCENE VII.-The same.
A table set out.-Enter DUKE senior, AMIENS,
For I can no where find him like a man.
1 Lord. My lord, he is but even now gone
We shall have shortly discord in the spheres :~