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my food ?
Your brother-(no, no brother; yet the son- Iman's apparel, and to cry like a woman: but I must
Cel. I pray you, bear with me; I cannot go no And you within it: if he fail of that,
further. He will have other means to cut you off:
Touch. For my part, I had rather bear with you, I overheard him, and his prractices.
than bear you: yet I should bear no cross, if I did This is no place,' this house is but a butchery ; bear you ; for, I think, you have no money in your Alhor it, fear it, do not enter it.
purse. Ort. Why, whither, Adam, would'st thou have Ros. Well, this is the forest of Arden. me go?
Touch. Ay, now ain I in Arden : the more fool Alam. No matter whither, so you come not here. ! ; when I was at home, I was in a better place; Orl. What, would'st thou have me go and beg but travellers must be content.
Ros. Ay, be so, good Touchstone:-Look you Or, with a base and boisterous sword, enforce who comes here ; a young man, and an old, in A thievish living on the common road ?
solemn talk. This I must do, or know not what to do:
Enter Corin and Silvius,
Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you still. or a diverted blood,? and bloody brother.
Sil. O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love her! Adam. But do not so: I have five hundred Cor. I partly guess; for I have lov'd ere now. crowns,
Sil. No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess;
(As sure I think did never man love so,)
Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
That ever love did make thee run into,
Thou hast not lov'd :
Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress' praise,
Thou hast not lov'd; Frosty, but kindly: Let me go with you ;
Or if thou has not broke from company, I'll do the service of a younger man
Abruptly, as my passion now makes me, In all your business and necessities.
Thou hast not lovd :-O Phebe, Phebe, Phebe! Orl."() good old man ; how well in thee appears
(Erit Silvius, The constant service of the antique world,
Ros. Alas, poor shepherd ! searching of thy When service sweat for duty, not for meed!
wound, Thou art not for the fashion of these times, I have by hard adventure sound mine own. Where none will sweat, but for promotion;
Touch. And I mine : I remember, when I was And having that, do choke their service up in love, I broke my sword upon a stone, ard bid Even with the having: it is not so with thee. him take that for coming ani: ht' to Jane Smile: But, poor old man, thou prun'st a rotten tree, and I remember the kissing of her batlet,s and the That cannot so much as a blossom yield, cow's dugs that her pretty chop'd hands had milk'd: In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry :
and I remember the wooing of a peascod instead But come thy ways, we'll go along together; of her; from whom I took two cods, and giving And ere we have thy youthful wages spent, her them again, said with weeping tears, Wear We'll light upon some settled low content. these for my sake. We, that are true lovers, run
Adam. Master, go on; and I will follow thee, into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty.- so is all nature in love mortal in folly. From seventeen years till now almost fourscore Ros. The speak'st wiser, than thou art 'ware of. Here lived I, but now live here no more.
Touch. Nay, I shall nc'er be 'ware of mine owD At seventeen years many their fortunes seek; wit, till I break my shins against it. But at fourscore, it is too late a week;
Ros. Jove! Jove! this shepherd's passion Yet fortune cannot recompense me better,
Is much upon my fashion. Than to die well, and not my master's debtor. Touch. And mine; but it grows something stale
(Ereunt. SCENE IV.-The Forest of Arden.
Cel. I pray you, one of you question yond man,
Enter Ir he for gold will give us any food;
Touch. Holla ; you, clown!
Touch. I care not for my spirits, if my legs were Cor. Who calls ? not weary.
Touch. Your betters, sir. Ros. I could find in my heart to disgrace my Cor. Else are they very wretched. (1) Mansion, residence.
(4) In the night. 12) Blood turned from its natural course.
(5) The instrument with which washers beai (3) A piece of money stainped with a cross. Iclothes.
Peace, I say :- Come, sing; and you that will not, hold your Good even to you, friend.
tongues. Cor. And to you, gentle sir, and to you all. Ami. Well, I'll end the song -Sirs, cover the
Ros. I pr’ythee, shepherd, is that love, or gold, while ; the duke will drink under this tree :-he Can in this desert place buy entertainment,
hath been all this day to look you. Bring us where we may rest ourselves, and feed : Jaq. And I have been all this day to avoid him. Here's a young maid with travel much oppress’d, He is too dispútable for my company: I think of And saints for succour.
as many matters as he ; but I give heaven thanks, Cor. Fair sir, I pity her,
and make no boast of them. Come, warble, come. And wish for her sake, more than for mine own,
Who doth ambition shun, (All together here. And do not shear the fleeces that I graze;
And loves to live i' the sun, My master is of churlish disposition,
Seeking the food he eats, And little recks' to find the way to heaven
And pleas'd with what he gets, By doing deeds of hospitality :
Come hither, come hither, come hither; Besides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed,
Here shall he see Are now on sale, and at our sheepcote now,
No enemy, By reason of his absence, there is nothing
But winter and rough weather. That you will feed on: but what is, come see, Jaq. I'll give you a verse to this note, that I And in my voice most welcome shall you be.
made yesterday in despite of my invention. Ros. What is he that shall buy his flock and Ami. And I'll sing it. pasture ?
Jay. Thus it goes: Cor. That young swain that you saw here but
If it do come to pass, erewhile,
That any man turn ass, That little cares for buying any thing.
Learing his wealth and ease, Ros. I pray thee, is it stand with honesty,
A stubborn will to please, Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the flock,
Duciàme, ducdùme, ducdàme; And thou shalt have to pay for it of us.
Here shall he
see, Cd. And we will mend thy wages : I like this
Gross fools as he,
An if he will come to Ami.
Ami. What's that ducdùme ?
Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a The soil, the profit, and this kind of life,
circle. I'll go sleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail I will your very faithful feeder be,
against all the first-born of Egypt. And buy it with your gold right suddenly. [Exe.
Ami. And I'll go scek the duke; his banquet is prepar’d.
(Exeunt severally. SCENE V.-The same. Enter Amiens, Jaques, SCENE VI.—The same. and others.
Enter Orlando and
Adlam. Dear master, I can go no further : 0, I Ami. Under the greenwood tree,
die for food! Here lie I down, anl measure out Who loves lo lie with me,
my grave. Farewell, kind master. And tune his merry note
Orl. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart Unto the sweet bird's throat,
in thee? Live a little ; comfort a little ; cheer thyCome hither, come hither, come hither; self a little : Is this uncouth forest yield any thing Here shall he see
savage, I will either be food for it, or bring it for No enemy,
food to thee. Thy conceit is nearer death than Lut winter and rough weather.
thy powers. For my sake, be comfortable; hold
death a while at the arm's end: I will here be with Jaq. More, more, I pr’ythee, more. Ami. It will make you melancholy, monsieur to eat, I'll give thee leave to die: but if thou diest
thee presently; and if I bring thee not something Jagues.
before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Jaq. I thank it. More, I pr’ythee, more. I can Well said ! thou look’st cheerly: and I'll be with suck melancholy out of a song, as a weazel sucks thee quicklv.-Yet thou liest in the bleak air : eggs: More, I pr’ythee, more. Ami. My voice is ragged ;; I know, I cannot shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any
Come, I will bear thee to some sheller; and thou please you.
Jaq. I do not desire you to please me, I do desire thing in this desert. Cheerly, good Adam! (Exe. you to sing : Come, more; another stanza; Call SCENE VII.-The same. A table set out. Enter you them slanzas ?
Duke senior, Amiens, Lords, and others. Ami. What you will, monsieur Jaques. Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names; they owe
Duke $. I think he be transform'd into a beast; me nothing : Will you sing ?
For I can no where find him like a man. Ami. More at your request, than to please myself.
i Lord. My lord, he is but even now gone hence ; Jag. Well then, if ever I thank any man, i'li Here was he merry, hearing of a song. thank you : but that they call compliment, is like
Duke S. If he, compact of jars, grow musical,
We shall have shortly discord in the spheres :the encounter of two dog-apes; and when a man thanks me heartily, methinks I'have given him a Go, seek him; tell him, I would speak with him. penny, and he records me the beggarly thanks.
Enter Jaques. (1) Cares.
i Lord. He saves my labour by his own approach, (2) Ragged and rugged had formerly the same meaning
(3) Disputatious. (4) Made up of discords.
Duke S. Why, how now, monsieur ! what a life The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders ? is this,
Who can come in, and say, that I mean her, That your poor friends must woo your company? When such a one as she, such is her neighbour ? What! you look merrily.
Or what is he of basest function,
(Thinking that I mean him,) but therein suits As I do live by food, I met a fool ;
His foily to the mettle of my speech?
Enter Orlando, with his sword drawn.
Orl. Forbear, and eat no more.
Why, I have eat none yet. 'Tis but an hour ago, since it was nine ;
Ori. Nor shalt not, till necessity be serv'd. And after an hour inore, 'lwill be eleven;
Jaq. Of what kind 'should this cock come of ? And so, from hour to hour, we ripe, and ripe, Duke S. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy And then, from hour to hour, we rot, and rol,
distress; And thereby hangs u tale. When I did hear
Or else a rude despiser of good manners, The motley fool thus moral on the time,
That in civility thou seem'st so empty ? My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,
Orl. You touch'd my vein at first; the thorny That fools should be so deep-contemplative;
point And I did laugh, sans intermission,
or bare distress hath ta'en from me the show An hour by his dial.-0 noble fool!
of smooth civility: yet am I inland bred," A worthy fool! Motley's the only wear.' And know some nurture :* But forbear, I say; Duke S. What fool is this?
He dies, that touches any of this fruit, Jaq. 0 worthy fool !-One that hath been a Till I and my affairs are answered. courtier ;
Jaq. An you will not be answered with reason, And says, if ladies be but young, and fair, I must die. They have the gist to know it: and in his brain,- Duke $. What would you have? Your gentleWhich is as dry as the remainder bisket
ness shall force, After a voyage,- he hath strange places cramm’d More than your force move us to gentlenr is. With observation, the which he vents
Orl. I almost die for food, and let me have it. In mangled forms:--0, that I were a fool !
Duke S. Sit down and fecd, welcome to our I am ambitious for a mot'ey coat.
table. Duke S. Thou shalt have one.
Orl. Speak you so gently ? Pardon me, I pray Jaq: It is my only suit;
you: Provided, that you weed your better judgments I thoughi that all things had been savage here; of all opinion that grows rank in them,
And therefore put I on the countenance That I am wise. I must have liberty
or stern commandment: But whate'er you are, Withal, as large a charter as the wind,
That in this desert inaccessible, To blow on whom I please ; for so fools have: Under the shade of melancholy boughs, And they that are most galled with my folly, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; They most must laugh: And why, sir, must they so? If ever you have look'd on better days; The why is plain as way to parish church: If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church; He, that a fool doth very wisely hit,
If ever sat at any good man's seast; Doth very foolishly, although he smart,
If ever from your cye-lids wip'd a tear, Not to seem senseless of the bob: if not, And know what 'tiš to pity, and be pitied; The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd
Let gentleness iny sirung enforcement be: Even by the squandering glances of the fool.
In the which hope, I blush, and hide my sword. Invest me in my motley; give me leave
Duke S. True is it that we have seen better To speak my mind, and I will through and through
days; Cleanse the soul body of the infected world, And have with holy bell been knoll'd to church; If they will patiently receive my medicinc. And sat at good men's feasts; and wip'd our eyes Duke S. Fie on Chee! I can tell what thou or drops that sacred pity hath engenderd: would'st do.
And therefore sit you down in gentleness, Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do, but good ? And take upon command what help we have,
Duke S. Most mischievous foul sin, inchiding sin: That to your wanting may be ministred. For thou thyself hast been a libertine,
Orl. Then, but forbear your food a little while, As sensual as the brutish sting itsell;
Whiles, like a doe, I go to find my fawn, And all the embossed sores, and headed evils And give it food. There is an old poor man, That thou with license of free foot hast caught, Who after me hath many a weary step Would'st thou disgorge into the general world.
Limp'd in pure love; till he be first suffic'd, Jaq. Why, who cries out on pride,
Oppress'd with two werk evils, age and hunger, That can therein tax any private party?
I will not touch a bit. Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea,
Go find him out, Till that the very very means do ebb?
And we will nothing waste till you retum. What woman in the city do I name,
Orl. I thank ye; and be bless'd for your good When that I say, The city-woman bears
[Erit. (1) The fool was anciently dressed in a party- (2) Finery, (3) Well brought up. coloured coat.
(4) Good manners.
Duke S. Thou seest, we are not all alone un-|As you have whisper'd faithfully, you were; happy:
And as mhie eye doth his etligies witness This wide and universal theatre
Most truly limn'd, and living in your face, Presents more woful pageants than the scene Be truly welcome hither: I am the duke, Wherein we play in.
That lov'd your friher: The residue of your sortube, Jaq. All the world's a stage, uo to my cave and tell me.-Goud old
SCENE I. - A room in the palace. Enter Drike Mide to his mistress' eye-brow: Then, a soldier;
Frederick, Oliver, Lords, und allendants. Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Duke F. Not see him since? Sir, sir, that can. Jealous in hunour, sudden' and quick in quarrel,
not be: Seeking the bubble reputation
But were I not the better part made mercy,
of my revenge, thou present: But look to it; With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Find out thy brother, wheresoe'er he is ; Full of wise saws and moderno instances,
Seek him with candle ; bring him dead or living, And so he plays his part: The sixth age
Within this twelvemonth, or turn thou no more Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon;
To seek a living in our territory, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side;.
Thy lands, and all things that ihou dost call thine, His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide
Worth seizure, do we seize into our hands : For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Till thou canst quit thee by thy brother's mouth, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
Of what we think arainst thee. And whistles in his sound : Last scene of all,
Oli. O, that your highness knew my heart in this! That ends this strange eventful history,
I never lov'd my brother in my life. Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ;
Duke F. More villain thou.-Well, push him Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
out of doors;
And let my officers of such a nature
Make an extents upon his house and lands :
(Exe. burden, And let him feed.
SCENE II.- The Forest. Enter Orlando, with Orl, I thank you most for him.
a paper. Adım. So had you need ; I scarce can speak to thank you for myself. Orl. Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love:
Duke S. Welcome, Call to : I will not trouble you And, tho, thrice-crowned queen of night, survey As yet, to question you about your fortunes :- With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above, Give us some music; and, good cousin, sing. Thy huntress' name, that my fill life doth sway. Amiens sings.
O Rosalind! these trees shall be my books,
And in the'r barks my thoughts I'll character; SONG,
That every eye, which in this forest looks, 1.
Shall see thy virtue witness'd every w here. Blow, blowo, thou winter wind,
Run, run, Orlando ; carve, on every tree, Thou art not so unkind
|The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive' she. (Exlt. As man's ingratitude;
Enter Corin and Touchstone,
Cor. And how like you this shepherd's lise, mas.
ter Touchstone ? Heigh, ho! sing, heigh, ho! unto the green ho'ly : Touch. Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere is a good life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's folly :
lif:, it is naught. In respect that it is solitary, I Then, heigh, ho, the holly!
like it very well; but in respect that it is private, This life is most jolly.
it is a very vile life. Now in respect it is in the
fields, it pleaseth me well; but in respect it is not II.
in the co':rt, it is tedious. As it is a spare life, Freeze, freeze, thou biller sky,
look you, it fits my humour well; but as there is no That dost not bile so nigh,
more plenty in it, it goes much agains my stomach. As benefits for yol :
Hast thou any philosophy in thee, shepherd ? Though thou the waters warp,
Cor. No more, but that I know, the more one Thy sling is not so sharp
sickens, the worse at ease he is ; and that he that As friend remember'd' not.
wants monev, means, and content, is without three Heigh, hó! sing, heigh, ho! fc.
good friends :- That the pronertv of rain is to wet,
and fire to burn: That rood pas'ure makes fat Duke S. If that you were the good sir Row-sheep; and that a great cause of the nicht, is lack land's son,
of the sun: That he, that hath learned no wit by (1) Violent,
(2) Trite, common. (5) Seize by legal process. (6) Expeditiously. (3) Unnatural.
(4) Remembering. (7) Inexpressible.
naturc nor art, may complain of good breeding, or dinners, and suppers, and sleeping hours excepted comes of a very dull kindred.
it is the right butter-woman's rank to marketa Touch. Such a one is a natural philosopher.- Ros. Out, fool! Wast ever in court, shepherd ?
Touch. For a taste : Cor. No, truly.
If a hart do lack a hind, Touch. Then Thou art damn'd.
Let him seek out Rosalind. Cor. Nay, I hope,
If the cal will after kind, Touch. Truly, thou art damn'd; like an ill
So, be sure, will Rosalind. roasted egg, all on one side.
Winter-garments must be lin'd, Cor. For not being at court? Your reason.
So must slender Rosalind. Touch. Why, if thou never wast at court, thou
They that reap, must sheaf and bind; never saw'st good manners; if thou never saw'st
Then to cart with Rosalind. good manners, then thy manners must be wicked;
Sweetest nul hath sourest rind, and wickedness is sin, and sin is damnation: Thou
Such a nut is Rosalind. art in a parlous state, shepherd.
He that sweetest rose will find, Cor. Not a whit, Touchstone: those, that are
Must find love's prick, and Rosalind. good manners, at the court, are as ridiculous in the country, as the behaviour of the country is most This is the very false gallop of verses; Why do mockable at the court. You told me, you salute you infect yourself with them? not at the court, but you kiss your hands; that
Ros. Peace, you dull fool; I found them on a tree. courtesy, would be uncleanly, if courtiers were
Touch. Truly, the tree yields bad fruit. shepherds.
Ros. I'll graff it with you, and then I shall graft Touch. Instance, briefly; come, instance.
it with a medlar: then it will be the earliest fruit Cor: Why, we are still handling our ewes; and in the country: for you'll be rotten ere you be hall their fells, you know, are greasy.
ripe, and that's the right virtue of the medlar. Touch.' Why, do not your courtier's hands
Touch. You have said; but whether wisely or sweat ? and is not the grease of a mutton as whole- no, let the forest judge. some as the sweat of a man? Shallow, shallow:
Enter Celia, reading a paper.
Cor. And they are often tarr'd over with the Für it is unpeopled ? No; surgery of our sheep; And would you have us kiss Tongiles l'u hang on every tree, tar? The courtier's hands are perfumed with civet.
That shall civil* sayings show. Touch. Most shallow man! Thou worms-meat, Some, how brief the life of man in respect of a good piece of flesh: Indeed !
Runs his erring pilgrimage; Learn of the wise, and perpend: Civet is of a That the stretching of a span baser birth than tar; the very uncleanly flux of a
Buckles in his sum of age. cat. Nend the instance, shepherd.
Some, of violated vous Cor. You have too courtly a wit for me; I'll rest. 'Twixt the sculs of friend and friend: Touch. Wilt thou rest damn’d? God help thee,
But upon the fuiresi boughs, shallow man! God make incision in thee! thou art
Or al every sentence' end,
Will I Rosalinda write; Cor. Sir, I am a true labourer; I earn that I Teaching all that read, to know eat, get that I wear; owe no man hate, envy no The quintessence of every sprite man's happiness; glad of other men's good, con
Heaven would in little show. tent with my harm: and the greatest of my pride Therefore heaven nature charg'd is, to see my ewes graze, and my lambs suck.
That one body should be fill'd Touch. That is another simple sin in you; to With all groces wide enlarg'd: bring the ewes and the rams together, and to offer
Nature presently distill'd to get your living by the copulation of cattle : to
Helen's cheek, but not her heart; be bawd to a bell-wether; and to betray a she
Cleopatra's majesty; lamb of a twelvemonth, to a crooked-pated, old, Atalanta's better part; cuckoldly ram, out of all reasonable match. If Sad Lucretia's modesty. thou be'st not damn'd for this, the devil himselr| Thus Rosalind of many parts will have no shepherds; I cannot see else how
By heavenly synod was devis'd; thou should'st 'scape.
Of many faces, eyes, and hearts, Cor. Here comes young master Ganymede, my To have the touchess dearest priz'd. new mistress's brother.
Heaven would that she these gifts should have, Enter Rosalind, reading a paper.
And I to live and die her slave.
Ros. O most gentle Jupiter!—what tedious ho. Ros. From the east to western Ind,
mily of love have you wearied your parishioners No jewel is like Rosalind.
withal, and never cry'd, Have patience, good
off a little :-Go with him, sirrah.
Touch. Come, shepherd, let us make an honourLel no face be kept in mind,
able retreat ; though not with bag and baggage, yet B'u thë fair of Rosalind.
with scrip and scrippage. (Ere. Cor. and Touch. Touch. I'll rhyme you so, eight years together; Cel. Didst thou hear these verses ?
Ros. O, yes, I heard them all, and more too ;