As You Like It

As You Like It.

Actus primus. Scœna Prima.

Enter Orlando and Adam.

Orlando. AS I remember Adam, it was vpon this fashion bequeathed me by will, but poore a thousand…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

Oli. And what wilt thou do? beg when that is spent? Well sir, get you in. I will…

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…

Ex. Orl. Ad.

Oli. Is it euen so, begin you to grow vpon me? I will physicke your ranckenesse, and yet…

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 im­ portunes accesse to you.

Oli. Call him in: 'twill be a good way: and to mor­ row 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…

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…

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;…

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…

Oli. Charles, I thanke thee for thy loue to me, which thou shalt finde I will most kindly…

Cha. I am heartily glad I came hither to you: if hee come to morrow, Ile giue him…

Exit.

Farewell good Charles. Now will I stirre this Game­ ster: I hope I shall see an end of…

Exit.

Scœna 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 mi­ stresse of, and would you yet were…

Cel. Heerein I see thou lou'st mee not with the full waight that I loue thee; if my…

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 □o haue; and truely…

Ros. From henceforth I will Coz, and deuise sports: let me see, what thinke you of falling in…

Cel. Marry I prethee doe, to make sport withall: but loue no man in good earnest, nor no…

Ros. What shall be our sport then?

Cel. Let vs sit and mocke the good houswife For­ tune from her wheele, that her gifts may…

Ros. I would wee could doe so: for her benefits are mightily misplaced, and the bountifull blinde woman…

Cel. Tis true, for those that she makes faire, she scarce makes honest, & those that she makes…

Ros. Nay now thou goest from Fortunes office to Na­ tures: Fortune reignes in gifts of the world,…

Enter Clowne.

Cel. No; when Nature hath made a faire creature, may she not by Fortune fall into the fire?…

Ros. Indeed there is fortune too hard for nature, when fortune makes natures naturall, the cutter off of…

Cel. Peraduenture this is not Fortunes work neither, but Natures, who perceiueth our naturall wits too dull to…

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…

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…

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…

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…

Clo. The more pittie that fooles may not speak wise­ ly, what Wisemen do foolishly.

Cel. By my troth thou saiest true: For, since the little wit that fooles haue was silenced, the…

Enter le Beau.

Ros. With his mouth full of newes.

Cel. Which he vvill 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 aun­ swer 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…

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…

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…

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…

Cel. Or I, I promise thee.

Ros. But is there any else longs to see this broken Musicke in his sides? Is there yet…

Le Beu. You must if you stay heere, for heere is the place appointed for the wrastling, and…

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…

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…

Cel. Yong Gentleman, your spirits are too bold for your yeares: you haue seene cruell proofe of this…

Ros. Do yong Sir, your reputation shall not therefore be misprised: we wil make it our suite to…

Orl. I beseech you, punish mee not with your harde thoughts, wherein I confesse me much guiltie to…

Ros. The little strength that I haue, I would it vvere 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…

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 fel­ low 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 Ro­ land de Boys.

Duk. I would thou hadst beene son to some man else, The world esteem'd thy father honourable, But…

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…

Ros. My Father lou'd Sir Roland as his soule, And all the world was of my Fathers minde,…

Cel. Gentle Cosen, Let vs goe thanke him, and encourage him: My Fathers rough and enuious disposition Sticks…

Ros. Gentleman, Weare this for me: one out of suites with fortune That could giue more, but that…

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…

Ros. He cals vs back: my pride fell with my fortunes, Ile aske him what □e would: Did…

Cel. Will you goe Coze?

Ros. Haue with you □ fare you well.

Exit.

Orl. What passion hangs these waights vpō my toong? I cannot speake to her, yet she vrg'd conference.…

Le Beu. Good Sir, I do in friendship counsaile you Te leaue this place; Albeit you haue deseru'd…

Orl. I thanke you Sir; and pray you tell me this, Which of the two was daughter of…

Le Beu. Neither his daughter, if we iudge by manners, But yet indeede the taller is his daughter,…

Orl. I rest much bounden to you: fare you well. Thus must I from the smoake into the…

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…

Ros. Then there were two Cosens laid vp, when the one should be lam'd with reasons, and the…

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…

Cel. They are but burs, Cosen, throwne vpon thee in holiday foolerie, if we walke not in the…

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 the part of a better wrastler then my selfe.

Cel. O, a god wish vpon you: you will trie in time in dispight of a fall: but…

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…

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…

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…

Ros. I doe beseech your Grace Let me the knowledge of my fault beare with me: If with…

Duk. Thus doe all Traitors, If their purgation did consist in words, They are as innocent as grace…

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;…

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,…

Duk. She is too subtile for thee, and her smoothnes; Her verie silence, and per patience, Speake to…

Cel. Pronounce that sentence then on me my Leige, I cannot liue out of her compa□□□

Duk. You are a foole: you Neice prouide your selfe, If you out‑stay the time, vpon mine honor,…

Exit Duke, &c.

Cel. O my poore Rosaline, whether wilt thou goe? Wilt thou change Fathers? I will giue thee mine:…

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,…

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?…

Cel. Ile put my selfe in poore and meane attire, And with a kinde of vmber smirch my…

Ros. Were it not better, Because that I am more then common tall, That I did suite me…

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.…

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…

Cel. Heele goe along ore the wide world with me, Leaue me alone to woe him; Let's away…

Actus Secundus. Scœna P□□□□

Enter Duke Senior: Amyens, and[missing 0.5 lines] like Forre[missing 0.5 lines]

Duk. Sen. Now my Coe[missing 0.5 lines] Hath not old custome ma[missing 0.5 lines] Then that of painted…

Amien. I would not change it, happy is your Grace That can translate the stubbornnesse of fortune Into…

Du. Sen. Come, shall we goe and kill vs venison? And yet it irkes me the poore dapled…

1. Lord. Indeed my Lord The melancholy Iaques grieues at that, And in that kinde sweares you doe…

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…

Du. Sen. Show me the place, I loue to cope him in these sullen fits, For then he's…

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…

1. Lo. I cannot heare of any that did see her, The Ladies her attendants of her chamber…

2. Lor. My Lord, the roynish Clown, at whom so oft, Your Grace was wont to laugh is…

Duk. Send to his brother, fetch that gallant hither, If he be absent, bring his Brother to me,…

Exunt.

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…

Ad. O vnhappie youth, Come not within these doores: within this roofe The enemie of all your graces…

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…

Ad. But do not so: I haue fiue hundred Crownes, The thriftie hire I saued vnder your Father,…

Orl. Oh good old man, how well in thee appeares The constant seruice of the antique world, When…

Ad. Master goe on, and I will follow thee To the last gaspe with truth and loyaltie, From…

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:…

Cel. I pray you beare with me, I cannot goe no fur­ ther.

Clo. For my part, I had rather beare with you, then beare you: yet I should beare no…

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…

Enter Corin and Siluius.

Ros. I, be so good Touchstone: Look you, who comes here, a yong man and an old in…

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…

Cor. Into a thousand that I haue forgotten.

Sil. Oh thou didst then neuer loue so hartily, If thou rememberst not the slightest folly, That euer…

Exit.

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,…

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…

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…

Cor. Faire Sir, I pittie her, And wish for her sake more then for mine owne, My fortunes…

Ros. What is he that shall buy his flocke and pasture?

Cor. That yong Swaine that you saw heere but ere­ while, 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…

Cel. And we will mend thy wages: I like this place, and willingly could Waste my time in…

Cor. Assuredly the thing is to be sold: Go with me, if you like vpon report, The soile,…

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…

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…

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…

Amy. What you wil Monsieur Iaques.

Iaq. Nay, I care not for their names, they owe mee nothing. Wil you sing?

A□□□ More at your request, then to please my selfe. [missing 1 words] ell then, if euer I…

Amy. Wel, Ile end the song. Sirs, couer the while, the Duke wil drinke vnder this tree; he…

Iaq. And I haue bin all this day to auoid him: He is too disputeable for my companie:…

Song. Altogether heere.

Who doth ambition shunne, and loues to liue i'th Sunne: Seeking the food he eates, and pleas'd with…

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…

Amy. What's that Ducdame?

Iaq. 'Tis a Greeke inuocation, to call fools into a cir­ cle. Ile go sleepe if I can:…

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…

Orl. Why how now Adam? No greater heart in thee: Liue a little, comfort a little, cheere thy…

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…

1. Lord. My Lord, he is but euen now gone hence, Heere was he merry, hearing of a…

Du. Sen. If he compact of iarres, grow Musicall, We shall haue shortly discord in the Spheares: Go…

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…

Iaq. A Foole, a foole: I met a foole i'th Forrest, A motley Foole (a miserable world:) As…

Du. Sen. What foole is this?

Iaq. O worthie Foole: One that hath bin a Courtier And sayes, if Ladies be but yong, and…

Du. Sen. Thou shalt haue one.

Iaq. It is my onely suite, Prouided that you weed your better iudgements Of all opinion that growes…

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…

Iaq. Why who cries out on pride, That can therein taxe any priuate party: Doth it not flow…

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,…

Orl. You touch'd my veine at first, the thorny point Of bare distresse, hath tane from me the…

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…

Du. Sen. True is it, that we haue seene better dayes, And haue with holy bell bin knowld…

Orl. Then but forbeare your food a little while: Whiles (like a Doe) I go to finde my…

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…

Ia. All the world's a stage, And all the men and women, meerely Players; They haue their Exits…

Enter Orlando with Adam.

Du Sen. Welcome: set downe your venerable bur­ then, 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:…

Song. Blow, blow, thou winter winde, Thou art not so vnkinde, as mans ingratitude Thy tooth is not…

Duke Sen. If that you were the good Sir Rowlands son, As you haue whisper'd faithfully you were,…

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…

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…

Exeunt

Scena Secunda

Enter Orlando.

Orl. Hang there my verse, in witnesse of my loue, And thou thrice crowned Queene of night suruey…

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…

Cor. No more, but that I know the more one sickens, the worse at ease he is: and…

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…

Cor. Not a whit Touchstone, those that are good ma­ at the Court, are as ridiculous in the…

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…

Cor. Besides, our hands are hard.

Clo. Your lips wil feele them the sooner. Shallow a­ gen: a more sounder instance, come.

Cor. And they are often tarr'd ouer, with the surgery of our sheepe: and would you haue vs…

Clo. Most shallow man: Thou wormes meate in re­ spect of a good peece of flesh indeed: learne…

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…

Clo. That is another simple sinne in you, to bring the Ewes and the Rammes together, and to…

Cor. Heere comes yong Mr Ganimed, my new Mistris­ ses Brother.

Enter Rosalind.

Ros. From the east to westerne Inde, no jewel is like Rosalinde, Hir worth being mounted on the…

Clo. Ile rime you so, eight yeares together; dinners, and suppers, and sleeping hours excepted: it is the…

Ros. Out Foole.

Clo. For a taste. If a Hart doe lacke a Hinde, Let him seeke out Rosalinde: If the…

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…

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…

Ros. O most gentle Iupiter, what tedious homilie of Loue haue you wearied your parishioners withall, and neuer…

Cel. How now backe friends: Shepheard, go off a lit­ tle: go with him sirrah.

Clo. Come Shepheard, let vs make an honorable re­ treit, though not with bagge and baggage, yet with…

Exit.

Cel. Didst thou heare these verses?

Ros. O yes, I heard them all, and more too, for some of them had in them more…

Cel. That's no matter: the feet might beare yͤ verses.

Ros. I, but the feet were lame, and could not beare themselues without the verse, and therefore stood…

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…

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…

Ros. Nay, but who is it?

Cel. Is it possible?

Ros. Nay, I pre'thee now, with most petitionary ve­ hemence, tell me who it is.

Cel. O wonderfull, wonderfull, and most wonderfull wonderfull, and yet againe wonderful, and after that out of all…

Ros. Good my complection, dost thou think though I am caparison'd like a man, I haue a doublet…

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…

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…

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…

Cel. You must borrow me Gargantuas mouth first: 'tis a Word too great for any mouth of this…

Ros. But doth he know that I am in this Forrest, and in mans apparrell? Looks he as…

Cel. It is as easie to count Atomies as to resolue the propositions of a Louer: but take…

Ros. It may vvel 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 vvell 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…

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 vvith Writing Loue‑songs in their barkes.

Orl. I pray you marre no moe of my verses with rea­ ding 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 ac­ quainted with goldsmiths wiues, & cond…

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…

Orl. I wil chide no breather in the world but my selfe against whom I know mofl faults.

Iaq. The worst fault you haue, is to be in loue.

Orl. 'Tis a fault I will not change, for your best ver­ tue: 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 sig­ nior Loue.

Orl. I am glad of your departure: Adieu good Mon­ soeir Melancholly.

Ros. I wil speake to him like a sawcie Lacky. and vn­ der that habit play the knaue…

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…

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…

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…

Orl. Who ambles Time withal?

Ros. With a Priest that lacks Latine, and a rich man that hath not the Gowt: for the…

Orl. Who doth he gallop withal?

Ros. With a theefe to the gallowes: for though hee go as softly as foot can fall, he…

Orl. Who staies it stil withal?

Ros. With Lawiers in the vacation: for they sleepe betweene Terme and Terme, and then they perceiue not…

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…

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 halfe pence are, euerie one fault…

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…

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…

Orl. What were his markes?

Ros. A leane cheeke, which you haue not: a blew eie and sunken, which you haue not: an…

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…

Orl. I sweare to thee youth, by the white hand of Rosalind, I am that he, that vnfortunate…

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, de­ serues as wel a darke house, and…

Orl. Did you euer cure any so?

Ros. Yes one, and in this manner. Hee was to ima­ gine me his Loue, his Mistris: and…

Orl. I would not be cured, youth.

Ros. I would cure you, if you would but call me Rosa­ lind, and come euerie day to…

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…

Orl. With all my heart, good youth.

Ros. Nay, you must call mee Rosalind: Come sister, will you go?

Exeunt.

Scœna Tertia

Enter Clowne, Audrey, & Iaques.

Clo. Come apace good Audrey, I wil fetch vp your Goates, Audrey: and how Audrey am I the…

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…

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,…

Aud. I do not know what Poetical is: is it honest in deed and word: is it a…

Clo. No trulie: for the truest poetrie is the most fai­ ning, and Louers are giuen to Poetrie:…

Aud. Do you wish then that the Gods had made me Poeticall?

Clow. I do truly: for thou swear'st to me thou art ho­ nest: Now if thou wert a…

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…

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…

Aud. I am not a slut, though I thanke the Goddes I am foule.

Clo. Well, praised be the Gods, for thy foulnesse; slut­ tishnesse may come heereafter. But be it, as…

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…

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…

Iaq. Wil you be married, Motley?

Clo. As the Oxe hath his bow sir, the horse his curb, and the Falcon her bels, so…

Iaq. And wil you (being a man of your breeding) be married vnder a bush like a begger?…

Clo. I am not in the minde, but I were better to bee married of him then of…

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:…

Ol. 'Tis no matter; Ne're a fantastical knaue of them all shal flout me out of my calling.

Exeunt

Scœna 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…

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…

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…

Ros. I met the Duke yesterday, and had much que­ stion with him: he askt me of what…

Cel. O that's a braue man, hee writes braue verses, speakes braue words, sweares braue oathes, and breakes…

Enter Corin.

Corin. Mistresse and Master, you haue oft enquired After the Shepheard that complain'd of loue, Who you saw…

Cel. Well: and what of him?

Cor. If you will see a pageant truely plaid Betweene the pale complexion of true Loue, And the…

Ros. O come, let vs remoue, The sight of Louers feedeth those in loue: Bring vs to this…

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…

Enter Rosalind, Celia, and Corin.

Phe. I would not be thy executioner, I flye thee, for I would not iniure thee: Thou tellst…

Sil. O deere Phebe, If euer (as that euer may be neere) You meet in some fresh cheeke…

Phe. But till that time Come not thou neere me: and when that time comes, Afflict me with…

Ros. And why I pray you? who might be your mother That you insult, exult, and all at…

Phe. Sweet youth, I pray you chide a yere together, I had rather here you chide, then this…

Ros. Hees falne in loue with your foulnesse, & shee'll Fall in loue with my anger. If it…

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…

Exit.

Phe. Dead Shepheard, now I find thy saw of might, Who euer lov'd, that lou'd not at first…

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…

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,…

Sil. So holy, and so perfect is my loue, And I in such a pouerty of grace, That…

Phe. Knowst thou the youth that spoke to mee yere­ (while?

Sil. Not very well, but I haue met him oft, And he hath bought the Cottage and the…

Phe. Thinke not I loue him, though I ask for him, 'Tis but a peeuish boy, yet he…

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…

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 abho­ minable fellowes, and betray themselues to euery mo­…

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…

Ros. A Traueller: by my faith you haue great rea­ son to be sad: I feare you haue…

Iaq. Yes, I haue gain'd my experience.

Enter Orlando.

Ros. And your experience makes you sad: I had ra­ ther haue a foole to make me merrie,…

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…

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…

Orl. Pardon me deere Rosalind.

Ros. Nay, and you be so tardie, come no more in my sight, I had as liefe be…

Orl. Of a Snaile?

Ros. I, of a Snaile: for though he comes slowly, hee carries his house on his head; a…

Orl. What's that?

Ros. Why hornes: wc such as you are faine to be be­ holding to your wiues for: but…

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 Rosa­ lind of a better leere…

Ros. Come, wooe me, wooe mee: for now I am in a holy‑day humor, and like enough to…

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…

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…

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…

Orl. I would not haue my right Rosalind of this mind, for I protest her frowne might kill…

Ros. By this hand, it will not kill a flie: but come, now I will be your Rosalind…

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…

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 Ro­ salind?

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…

Orl. So do all thoughts, they are wing'd.

Ros. Now tell me how long you would haue her, af­ ter 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…

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…

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…

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,…

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…

Orl. I, sweet Rosalind.

Ros. By my troth, and in good earnest, and so God mend mee, and by all pretty oathes…

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.

Exit.

Cel. You haue simply misus'd our sexe in your loue­ prate: we must haue your doublet and hose…

Ros. O coz, coz, coz: my pretty little coz, that thou didst know how many fathome deepe I…

Cel. Or rather bottomlesse, that as fast as you poure affection in, in runs out.

Ros. No, that same wicked Bastard of Venus, that was begot of thought, conceiu'd of spleene, and borne…

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…

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…

Exeunt.

Scœna 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…

Sil. My errand is to you, faire youth, My gentle Phebe, did bid me giue you this: I…

Ros. Patience her selfe would startle at this letter, And play the swaggerer, beare this, beare all: Shee…

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,…

Sil. Sure it is hers.

Ros. Why, tis a boysterous and a cruell stile, A stile for challengers: why, she defies me, Like…

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 vvrites. Read. Art thou god, to Shepherd turn'd> That a…

Sil. Call you this railing?

Ros. Read. Why, thy godhead laid a part, War'st thou with a womans heart? Did you euer heare…

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…

Exit. Sil.

Enter Oliuer.

Oliu. Good morrow, faire ones: pray you, (if you know) Where in the Purlews of this Forrest, stands…

Cel. West of this place, down in the neighbor bottom The ranke of Oziers, by the murmuring streame…

Oli. If that an eye may profit by a tongue, Then should I know you by description, Such…

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…

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…

Cel. I pray you tell it.

Oli. When last the yong Orlando parted from you, He left a promise to returne againe Within an…

Cel. O I haue heard him speake of that same brother, And he did render him the most…

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 purpose'd so: But kindnesse, nobler euer then reuenge, And Nature…

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…

Ros. But for the bloody napkin?

Oli. By and by: When from the first to last betwixt vs two, Teares our recountments had most…

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 counterfei­ ted,…

Oli. This was not counterfeit, there is too great te­ stimony in your complexion, that it was a…

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 wo­ man by right.

Cel. C□me, 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 com­ mend my counterfeiting to him: will you goe?

Exeunt.

Actus Quintus. Scena Prima.

Enter Clowne and Awdrie.

Clow. We shall finde a time Awdrie, patience gen­ tle 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…

Awd. I, I know who 'tis: he hath no interest in mee in the world: here comes the…

Enter William.

Clo. It is meat and drinke to me to see a Clowne, by my troth, we that haue…

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…

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.

Clo. So, so, is good, very good, very excellent good: and yet it is not, it is but…

Will. I sir, I haue a prettie wit.

Clo. Why, thou saist well. I do now remember a say­ ing: The Foole doth thinke he is…

Will. I do sit.

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,…

Will. Which he sir?

Clo. He sir, that must marrie this woman: Therefore you Clowne, abandon: which is in the vulgar, leaue…

A□d. Do good William.

Will. God rest you merry sir.

Exit

Enter Corin.

Cor. Our Master and Mistresse seekes you: come a­ way, away.

Clo. Trip Audry, trip Audry, I attend, I attend.

Exeunt

Soeena Secunda.

Enter Orlando & Oliuer.

Orl. Is't possible, that on so little acquaintance you should like her? that, but seeing, you should loue…

Ol. Neither call the giddinesse of it in question; the pouertie of her, the small acquaintance, my sodaine…

Enter Rosalind.

Orl. You haue my consent. Let your Wedding be to morrow: thither will I Inuite the Duke, and…

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…

Orl. They shall be married to morrow: and I will bid the Duke to the Nuptiall. But O,…

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 tal­ king. Know of me then (for now…

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…

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:…

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,…

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…

Sil. Ile not faile, if I liue.

Phe. Nor I.

Orl. Nor I.

Exeunt.

Scœna Tertia.

Enter Clowne and Audrey.

Clo. To morrow is the ioyfull day Audrey, to morrow will we be married.

Aud. I do desire it with all my heart: and I hope it is no dishonest desire, to…

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…

2. Pa. I faith, y'faith, and both in a tune like two gipsies on a horse. Song. It…

Clo. Truly yong Gentlemen, though there vvas no great matter in the dittie, yet yͤ note was very…

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…

Exeunt.

Scena Quarta.

Enter Duke Senior, Amyens, Iaques, Orlan­ do, 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…

Enter Rosalinde, Siluius, & Phebe.

Ros. Patience once more, whiles our cōpact is vrg'd: You say, if I bring in your Rosalinde, You…

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…

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…

Iaq. There is sure another flood toward, and these couples are comming to the Arke. Here comes a…