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As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion
which God made, a poor uworthy brother of yours,
with idleness. SCENE I.-An Orchard near Oliver's House. En. ter Orlando and Adam.
Oli. Marry, sir, be better employ'd, and be naught
a while. Orlando,
Orla. Shall I keep your hogs and eat husks with
them? What prodigal portion have I spent, that I laqueathed me: By will, but a poor thousand crowns ;
should come to such penury? sud, as thou say'st, charged my brother, on his bless
Oli. Know you where you are, sir? ing. to breed me well: and there begins my sadness.
Orla. O, sir, very well : here in
your orchard. My brother Jaques he keeps at school, and report
Oli. Know you before whom, sir? speaks goldenly of his profit: for my part, he keeps
Orla. Ay, better than he I am before knows me. I The rastieally at home: or, to speak more properly, I know, you are my eldest brother; and, in the gentle
condition of blood, you should so know me: The saya me here at home unkept: For call you that kerping for a gentleman of my birth, that differs not
courtesy of nations allows you my better, in that you from the stalling of an ox ? His horses are bred better;
are the first-born ; but the same tradition takes not for, brsides that they are fair with their feeding, they away my blood, were there twenty brothers betwixt
us: I have as much of my father in me, as you; alsre taught their manage, and to that end riders dear ly hired: but I, his brother, gain nothing under him beit, I confess, your coming before me is wearer to
his reverence. Int growth ; for the which his animals on his dung
Oli. What, boy! bilk are as much bound to him as 1. Besides this nothing that he so plentifully gives me, the something
Orla. Come, come, elder brother, you are too young
in this. that nature gave me, his countenance seems to take from me: he lets me feed with his linds, bars me the
Oli. Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain?
Orla. I am no villain: I ain the youngest son of place of a brother, and, as much as in him lies, mines rag gentility with my education. This is it, Adam, Sir Rowland de Bois; be was my father; and he is itat griezes me; and the spirit of my father, which i thrice a villain, that says, such a father begot villains : hink is within me, begins to mutiny against this ser
Wert thou not my brother, I would not take iliis hand ritade: I will no longer endure it, though yet I know
from thy throat, till this other had pulled out thy es wise retsedy how to avoid it.
tongile for saying so; thou last railed on thyself.
Adam. Sweet masters, be patient; for your father's Enter Oliver.
remembrance, be at accord. Adam. Yonder comes my master, your brother.
Oli. Let me go,
say. Orlo, Go apart, Adam, and thou shalt hear how he Orla. I will not, till I please: you shall bear me.
My father charge you in his will to give me good Oii. Now, sir! what make you here?
<ducation : you have trained we like a peasant, ob Orla. Nothing : 1siu not taught to make any thing. scuring and hiding froin me all gentleman-like qualBi. Wat mar you thea, sir?
ities: the spirit of my father grous strong in me, Orla Marry, sir, I am helping you tu mar thar and I will no longer andurrit: thes for allow me
will sluake ine up.
such exercises as may become a gentleman, or give me by underhand means laboured to dissuade him from the poor allottery my father left me by testament; it; but he is resolute. I'll tell thee, Charles,-it is with that I will go buy my fortunes.
the stubbornest young fellow of France; full of amOli. And what wilt thou do? beg, when that is bition, an envious emulator of every man's good spent? Well, sir, get you in: I will not long be trou- parts, a secret and villanous contriver against me his bled with you: you shall have some part of your will: natural brother; therefore use thy discretion ; I had I pray you, leave me.
as lief thou didst break his neck as his finger: And Orla. I will no further offend you than becomes me thou wert best look toʻt; for if thou dost him any for my good.
slight disgrace, or if he do not mightily grace
himself Oli. Get you with him, you old dog.
on thee, he will practise agninst thee by poison, enAdam. Is old dog my reward? Most true, I have trap thee by some treacherous device, and never leave lost my teeth in your service.- God be with my old ther till he hath un'en thy life by some indirect means master! he would not have spoke such a word. or other: for, I assure thee, and almost with tears I
[Exeunt Orlando and Adam.speak it, there is not one so young and so villanous Oli. Is it even so ? begin you to grow upon me? I this day living. I speak but brotherly of him; but will physic your rankness, and yet give no thousand should I anatomize him to thee as he is, I must blush crowns neither.-Hoila, Deunis !
and reep, and thou must look pale and wonder. Enter Dennis.
Cha. I am heartily glad I came hither to you: If Den. Calls your worship?
he come to-morrow, I'll give him his payment: Ifer. Oli. Was not Charles, the duke's wrestler, here to
er be go alone again, I'll never wrestle for prize speak with me?
more: And so, God keep your worsluip! [Erit. Den. So please you, he is here at the door, and im
Oli. Farewell, good Charles.- Now will I stir this portunes access to you.
gamester. I hope, I shall see an end of him; for niy Oli. Call leim in.-[Exit Dennis.] 'Twill be a good
soul, yet I know not why, hates nothing more than he. way; and to-morrow the wrestling is.
Yet he's gentle; never schoold, and yet learınd; full
of noble device; of all sorts enchantingly beloved ; Enter Charles. Cha. Good-morrow to your worship.
and, inderd, so much in the heart of the world, and Oli. Good monsieur Charles !--what's the new news
especially of my own people, who best know hin,
that I am altogether misprized: but it shall not be so at the new court?
long; this wrestler shall clear all: notlring remains Cha. There's no news at the court, sir, but the old news: that is, the old duke is banished by his younger
but that I kindle the boy thither, which now I'll go about.
[Erit. brother the new duke; and three or four loving lords have put themselves into voluntary exile with him, SCENE 11.- A Lawn before the Duke's Palace. En whose lands and revenues enrich the new duke ;
ter Rosalind and Celia. therefore he gives them good leave to wander.
Cel. I pray thee, Rosalind, sweet my coz, be merry. Oli. Can you tell, if Rosalind, the duke's daughter, Ros. Dear Celia, I show more mirth than I am misbe banished with her father?
tress of; and would you yet I were merrier? Unless Cha. 0, no; for the duke's daughter, her cousin, so you could teach me to forget a bauished father, you loves her,-being ever from their cradles bred togeth must not learn me how to remember any extraordinas er,-that she would have followed her exile, or have ry pleasure. died to stay behind her. She is at the court, and no Cel. Herein, I see, thou lovest me not with the full less beloved of her uncle than his own daughter ; and weight that I love thee: if my uncle, thy banished fanever two ladies loved as they do.
ther, had banished thy unele, the duke my father, 50 Oli. Where will the old duke live?
thou hadst been still with me, I could have taught my Cha. They say, he is alreadly in the forest of Arden, love, to take thy father for mine; so wouldst thou, if and a many merry men with him; and there they the truth of thy love to me were so righteously tem live like the old Robin Hood of England: they say, per'd as mine is to thee. many young gentlemen flock to him every day; and Ros. Well, I will forget the condition of my estate, fleet the time carelessly, as they did in the golden to rejoice in yours. world.
Cel. You know, my father hath no child but I, nor Oli. What, you wrestle to-morrow before the new none is like to have; and, truly, when he dies, thou duke?
shalt be his heir: for what he hath taken away from Cha. Marry, do I, sir; and I came to acquaint you thy father perforce, I will render thec again in affeewith a matter. I am given, sir, secretly to understand, tion; by mine honour, I will; and when I break that that your younger brother, Orlando, hath a disposition oath, let me turn monster : therefore, my sweet Rose, to come in disguis'd against me to try a fall: To my dear Rose, be merry. morrow, sir, I utstle for my credit; and be that es. | Røs. Fronı henceforth I will, coz, and devise sports: capes me without some broken limb, shall acquit him let me see ; Wint think you of falling in love ? well. Your brother is but young, and tender; and, : Cel. Marry, I prythee, do, to make sport withal : for your love, I would be loath to foil him, as I must, but love no man in good eamest; nor no further in for my own honour, if he come in: therefore, out of sport neither, than with safety of a pure blush thou my love to you, I came hither to acquaint you with may'st in honour come off again. al; that either you might stay him from his interna Ros. What shall be our sport then? ment, or brook such disgrace well as he shall run in." Cel. Let us sit and mock the goorl housewife, Forto; in that it is a thing of bis own search, and allo lune, from her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth gether against my will.
be: bestowed equally. Oli, Charles, I thank thee for thy love to me, which Ros. I woul, we could do 50 ; for her benefits are Thou shalt find I will most kindly requitet. I had my mightily misplaced: and he bountiful blind wonusu <If notice of my brother's purpose herein, and bave, dotin must mistake in her gitis to women:
Cele 'Tis true: for those, that she makes fair, she Ros. Thou losest thy old smell. searce makes honest; and those, that she makes hon Le Beari. You amaze me, ladies : I would have told est, she makes very ill-favour’dly.
you of good wrestling, which you have lost the sight of Ros. Nay, now thou goest from fortune's office to Ros. Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling. Dature's: fortune reigns in gifts of the world, not in Le Beau. I will tell you the beginning, and, if it the lineaments of nature.
please your ladyships, you may see the end; for the Enter Touchstone.
best is yet to do: and here, where you are, they are Cel. No? when nature hath made a fair creature,
coming to perform it. nay she not by fortune fall into the fire ?-Though Cel. Well,--the beginning, that is dead and buried. nature hath given us wit to flout at fortune, hath not
Le Beau. There comes an old man, and his three fortune sent in this fool to cut off the argument? Res. Indeed, there is fortune too hard for nature;
Cel. I could match this beginning with an old take. wben fortune makes onture's natural the cutter off of Le Brai. Three proper young inen of excellent moure's wit.
growth and presence Cel. Peradventure, this is not fortune's work nei
Roś. With bills on their decks,- Be it known unto ther, but nature's ; who, perceiving our natural wits
all men by these presents, too dull to reason of such goddesses, bath sent this
Le Beaul. The eldest of the three wrestled with natural for our whetstone: for always the dullnes of Charles, the duke's wrestler; which Charles in a mothe fool is the whetstone of his wits.—How Dow, wit? ment threw him, and broke three of his ribs, that there whither wander you?
is little hope of life in him: so he served the second, Touch. Mistress, you must come away to your fa- | and so the third : Yonder they lie; the poor old man, ther.
their father, making such pitiful dole over them, that Cd. Were you made the messenger?
all the beholders take his part with weeping. Touch. No, by mine honour; but I was bid to come
Touch. But what is the sport, monsieur, that the laRes. Where learned you that oath, fool?
dies have lost? Touch. Of a certain knight, that swore by his hon Le Beau. Why, this that I speak of. cur they were good pancakes, and swore by his hon Touch. Thus men may grow wiser every day! It is our the mustard was naught: now, I'll stond to it, the first time that ever I heard, breaking of ribs was the pancakes were naught, and the mustard was good: | sport for ladies. and yet was not the knight forsworn.
Cel. Or I, I promise thee. Cel. How prove you that, in the great heap of your Ros. But is there any else longs to see this broken knowledge ?
music in his sides? is there yet another dotes upon Ros. Ay, marry ; now unmuzzle your wisdom. rib-breaking ?-Shall we see this wrestling, cousin ?
Touch. Stand you both forth now: stroke your Le Beau. You must, if you stay here; for here is the chins, and swear by your beards that I am a knave. place appointed for the wrestling, and they are ready Cel. By our beards, if we had them, thou art.
to perform it. Touch. By my knavery, if I had it, then I were : Cel. Yonder, sure, they are coming : Let us now stay but if you swear by that that is not, you are not for and see it. svorn: no more was this knight, swearing by his honcur, for he never had any; or if he had, he had sworn Flourish. Enter Duke Frederick, Lords, Orlando, it away, before ever he saw those pancakes or that
Charles, and Attendants. mustard.
Duke F. Come on; since the youth will not be enCel. Prythee, who is't that thou mean'st? Touch. One that old Frederick, your father, loves.
treated, his own peril on his forwardness. Cel. My father's love is enough to honour him. E.
Ros. Is yonder the man?
Le Beau Even he, madam. Dough! speak no more of him; you'll be whipped for taxation, one of these days.
Cel. Alas, he is too young: yet he looks successfully, Touch. The more pity, that fools may not speak
Duke F. How now, daughter, and cousin? are you wisely what wise men do foolishly.
crept hither to see the wrestling? Cel. By my troth, thou say'st true; for since the
Ros. Ay, my liege ; so please you give us leave. little wit, that fools have, was silenced, the little foole
Duke F. You will take little delight in it, I can tell 57, that wise men have, makes a great show. Here
you, there is such odds in the men: In pity of the chalcomes monsieur Le Beau.
lenger's youth, I would fain dissuade him, but he will
not be entreated : Spenk to him, ladies ; see if you can Enter Le Beau.
move him. Ror. With his mouth full of news.
Cel. Call bim hither, good monsieur Le Bean. Col. Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their Duke F. Do so ; I'll not be by. [Duke gocs apart. young
Le Brau. Monsieur the challenger, the princesses Ros. Then shall we be news-cramm'd.
call for you. Cel. All the better; we shall be the more market Orla. I attend them, with all respeet and duty. abler-Ben jour, monsieur Le Beau : What's the news? Ros. Young man, have you challenged Charles the
Le Beau. Fair princess, you bave lost much good wrestler ? sport.
Orla. No, fair princess; he is the general challeng. Cel. Sport? Of what colour?
er: I come but in, as others do, to try with him the Le Beau. What colour, madam? How shall I answer strength of my youth. you?
Cel. Young gentleman, your spirits are too bold for Ros. As wit and fortune will.
your years : You have seen cruel proof of this man's Teuchi. Or as the destinies decree.
strength : if you saw yourself with your eyes, or knew Cel. Well said ; that was laid on with a trowel. yourself with your judgement, the fear of your adven. Touch. Nay, if I keep not my rank,
ture would couusel you to a more equal enterprise,
We pray you, for your own sake, to embrace your own Your mistress shall be happy. safety, and give over this attempt.
Gentleman, Ros. Do, young sir ; your reputation shall not there
[Giving him a chain from her necks fore be misprised: We will make it our suit to the Wear this for me; one out of suits with fortune; duke, that the wrestling might not go forward. That could give more, but that her hand lacks means.
Orla. I beseech you punisk me not with your hand -Shall we go, coz? thoughts; wherein I confess me much guilty, to deny Cel. Ay:-Fare you well, fair gentleman. so fair and excellent ladies any thing. But let your Orla. Can I not say, I thank you ?-My better parts fair eyes, and gentle wishes, go with me to my trial : Are all thrown down; and that which here stands up, wherein if I be foiled, there is but one shamed, that Is but a quintain, a.che lifeless block. was never gracious; if killed, but one dead that is will Res. He calls us back: My pride fell with my foring to be so : I shall do my friends no wrong, for I have
tunes : done to lament me; the world no injury, for in it I have I'll ask him what he would : Did you call, sir?nothing; only in the world I fill up a place, which may || Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown be better supplied when I have made it empty. More than your enemies. Ros. The little strength that I have, I would it were Cel.
Will you go, coz?
Ros. Have with you :-Pare you well. Cel. And mine, to eke out bers.
[Exeunt Rosalind and Celia. Ros. Fare you well. Pray heaven I be deceived in Orla. What passion hangs these weights upon my you!
tongue ? Cel. Your heart's desires be with you!
I cannot speak to her, yet she urg'd conference.. Cha. Come, where is this young gallant, that is so
Reentcr Le Beau, desirous to lie with his mother earth?
O poor Orlando! thou art overthrown; Orla. Ready, sir ; but his will bath in it a more mod
Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thee. est working
Le Beau. Good sir, I do in friendship counsel you Duke F. You shall try but one fall.
To leave this place: Albeit you have deservd Cha. No, I warrant your grace; you shall not entreat
High commendation, true applause, and love ; him to a second, that liave so mightily persuaded him Yet such is now the duke's condition, from a first.
That he misconstrues all that you have done. Orla. You mean to mock me after ; you should not
The duke is humorous ; what he is, indeed, have mocked me before: but come your ways. More suits you to conceive, than me to speak of. Ros. Now, Hercules be thy speed, young man !
Oria. I thank you, sir; and, pray you, tell me this; Cel. I would I were invisible, to catch the strong fel
Which of the two was daughter of the duke low by the leg! [Charles and Orlando wrestle.
That here was at the wrestling? Ros. O excellent young man!
Le Beau. Neither his daughter, if we judge by manCel. If I had a thunderbolt in inine eye, I can tell
ners; who should down. [Charles is thrown. Shout.
But yet, indeed, the shorter is his daughter: Duke F. No more, no more.
The other is daughter to the banish'd duke, Orla. Yes, I beseech your grace; I am not yet well
And here detain'd by her usurping uncle, breathed.
To keep his daughter company; whose loves Duke F. How dost thou, Charles ?
Are dearer than the natural bond of sisters. Le Beau. He cannot speak, my lord.
But I can tell you, that of late this duke Duke F. Bear him away.--[Charles is borne out.]
Hath ta'en displeasure 'gainst his gentle piece ; What is thy name, young man?
Grounded upon no other argument, Orla. Orlando, my liege; the youngest son of sir
But that the people praise her for her virtues, Rowland de Bois.
And pity her for her good father's sake ; Duke F. I would, thou hadst been son to some man
And, on my life, his malice 'gainst the lady else.
Will suddenly break forth.-Sir, fare you well;
Hereafter, in a better world than this,
I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. Thou shouldst bave better pleas’d me with this deed,
Orla. I rest much bounden to you: fare you well! Hadst thou descended from another house.
[Exit Le Beau, But fare thee well; thou art a gallant youth ;
Thus must I from the smoke into the smother;
From tyrant duke, unto a tyrant brother:
[E.rit. Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do this?
Orla. I am more proud to be sir Rowland's son, SCENE III-A Room in the Palacc. Enter Celia His youngest son ;~and would not change that calling,
and Rosalind. To be adopted heir to Frederick.
Cel. Why, cousin; why, Rosalind ;-Cupid have Ros. My father lov'd sir Rowland as his soul,
merey !-Not a word? And all the world was of my father's mind :
Ros. Not one to throw at a dog. Had I before known this young man his son,
Cel. No, thy words are too precious to be cast away I should have given him tears unto entreaties, upon curs, throw some of them at me; come, lame me Ere he should thus have ventur'd.
with reasons. Cel.
Gentle cousin, Ros. Then there were two cousins laid up; when Let us go thank him, and encourage him :
the one should be lamed with reasons, and the other My father's rough and envious disposition
mad without any. Sticks me at heart.-Sir, you have well deserv'd: Cel. But is all this for your father? If you do keep your promises in love,
Ros. No, some of it for my child's father : 0, how But justly, as you have esceedled promise,
full of briers is this working-day world!
'Tel. They are bat burs, cousin, thrown upon thee in Duke F. She is too subtle for tiree; and her smoothboliday foolery; if we walk not in the trodden pallas, our very petticoats will catch them.
Her very silence, and her patience, Res. I could shake them off my coat; these burs are Speak to the people, and they pity her. in my heart.
Thou art a fool: she robs thee of thy name; Cel. Hem them away.
And thou wilt show more bright, and seem more virPos. I would try; if I could ay hem, and have him.
tuous, Cel. Come, come, wrestle with thy affections. When she is gone: then open not thy lips; Ros. O, they take the part of a better wrestler than Firm and irrevocable is my doom
Which I have past upon her; she is banish d. Cel. O, a good wish upon you! you will try in time, Cel. Pronounce that sentence then on me, my liege; in drapite of a fall.-But, turning these jests out of I cannot live out of ber company. strice, lrt us talk in good earnest : Is it possible, on Duke F. You are a fool :- You, niece, provide yours such a sudden, you should fall into so strong a liking self; with old sir Rowland's youngest son ?
If you out-stay the time, upon mine honour,
(Earunt Duke Frederick and Lords man diarly? By this kind of chase, I should hate him, Cel. O my poor Rosalind! whither wilt thou go? for os father hated his father dearly; yet I hate not Wilt thou change father's ? I will give thee mine. Orlando,
I charge thee, be not thou more griev'd than I am. Ros. No, 'faith, hate him pot, for my sake.
Ros. I have more cause. Cel. Why should I not ? doth he not deserve well? Cel.
Thou hast not, cousin ; Rou. Let me love him for that ;,and do you love him, Pr’ythee, be cheerful: knowist thou not, the duke because I do: Look, here comes the duke.
Hath banish'd me his daughter? Cel. With his eyes full of anger.
That he hath note
Cel. No? hath not ? Rosalind lacks then the love Enter Duke Frederick, with Lords. Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one:
Shall we be sunderd ? shall we part, sweet girl? Duke F. Mistress, despatch you with your safest | No; let my father seek another heir. haste,
Therefore devise with me, how we may fly,
Whither to go, and what to bear with us:
And do not seek to take your ciange upon you,
To bear your griefs yourself, and leave me out ; Within these ten days if that thou best found
For, by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale, So near our public court as twenty miles,
Say what thou canst, I'll go along with thee.
Ros. Why, whither shall we go?
To seek my uncle Le me the knowledge of my fault bear with me:
Ros. Alas, what danger will it be to us, If with myself I hold intelligence,
Maids as we are, to travel forth so far? Or have acquaintance with mine own desires ;
Beanty provoketh-thieves sooner than gold, If that I do pot dream, or be not frantic,
Cel. I'll put myself in poor and mean attire, (A$ I do trust I am now) then, dear uncle,
And with a kind of urnber smirch my face ; Neret, so much as in a thought unborn,
The like do you ; so shall we pass along,
And never stir assailants.
Were it not better, If their purgation did consist in words,
Because that I am more than common tall, They are as innocent as grace itself :
That I did suit me all points like a man? Latit suffice thee, that I trust thee not.
A gallant curtle-axe upon my thigh, Res. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor :
A boar-spear in my hand ; and (in my heart Tell me, whereon the likelihood depends.
Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will.) Duke F. Thou art thy father's daughter, there's
We'll have a swashing and a martial outside; enough.
As many other mannish cowards have, Rer. So was I, when your highness took his dukedom; That do outface it with their semblances. So was I, when your highness banish'd him:
Cel. What shall I call thee, when thou art a man? Treason is not inherited, my lord;
Ros. I'll have no worse a name than Jove's owe Or, if we did derive it from our friends,
Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state ; Cel. Dear sovereign, hear me speak.
No longer Celia, but Aliena.
The clownish fool out of your father's court?
Cel. He'll go along o'er the wide world with me; I was 100 young that time to value her,
Leave me alone to woo him: Let's away, But now I know her: If she be a traitor,
And get our jewels and our wealth together;
Devise the filtest time, and safest way
Afur my fight: Now go we in content,
To liberty, and not to banisiuneat. TE reunt.