means.

Duke F. Do so; I'll not be by.

Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do this?

Duke F. goes apart. Orl. I am more proud to be Sir Rowland's son, Le Beau. Monsieur the challenger, the princesses His youngest son ;-and would not change that call for you.

calling, Orl. Í attend them, with all respect and duty. To be adopted heir to Frederick.

Ros. Young man, have you challenged Charles Ros. My father lov'd Sir Rowland as his soul, the wrestler

And all the world was of my father's mind : Orl. No, fair princess; he is the general chal. Had I before known this young man his son, lenger: I come but in, as others do, to try with I should have given bim tears unto entreaties, bim the strength of my youth.

Ere he should thus have ventur'd. Cel. Young gentleman, your spirits are too hold Cei.

Gentle cousin, for your years : You have seen cruel proof of this Let us go thank him, and encourage him: man's strength : if you saw yourself with your eyes, My father's rough and envious disposition or knew yourself with your judgment, the fear of Sticks me at heart.—Sir, you have well deserv'd: your adventure would counsel you to a more equal If you do keep your promises in love, enterprise. We pray you, for your own sake, to But justly, as you have exceeded promise, embrace your own safety, and give over this at. Your mistress shall be happy. tempt.

Ros.

Gentleman, Ros. Do, young sir; your reputation shall not

[Giving him a chain from her neck. therefore be misprised : we will make it our suit to Wear this for me; one out of suits with fortune ; the duke, that the wrestling might not go forward. That could give more, but that her hand lacks

Orl. I beseech you, punish me not with your hard thoughts: wherein I confess me much guilty, Shall we go, coz? to deny so fair and excellent ladies anytbing. But Cel. Ay:- Fare you well, fair gentleman. let your fair eyes, and gentle wishes, go with me to Orl. Can I not say, I thank you ? My better my trial : wherein if I be foiled, there is but one

parts shamed that was never gracious; if killed, but one Are all thrown down; and that which here stands up, dead that is willing to be so : I shall do my friends Is but a quintain, a mere lifeless block. DO wrong, for I have noue to lament me : the world Ros. He calls us back: My pride fell with my no injury, for in it I have nothing; only in the

fortunes : world I áll up a place, which may be better sup- I'll ask him what he would :-Did you call, sir ?-plied when I have made it empty.

Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown Ros. The little strength that I have, I would it More than your enemies. were with you.

Cel.

Will you go, coz? Cel. And mine to eke out ber's.

Ros. Have with you :-Fare you well. Ros. Fare you well. Pray Heaven, I be deceived

[Ereunt ROSALIND and Celia. in you !

Orl. What passion hangs these weights upon my Cel. Your heart's desires be with you.

tongue ? Cha. Come, where is this young gallant, that is I cannot speak to her, yet she urg'd conference. so desirous to lie with his mother earth? Orl. Ready, sir; but his will hath in it a more

Re-enter LE BEAU. modest working. Duke F. You shall try but one fall.

O poor Orlando! thou art overtbrown: Cha. No, I warrant your grace; you shall not Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thee. entreat him to a second, that have so mightily per- Le Beau. Good sir, I do in friendship counsel suaded him from a first.

you Orl. You mean to mock me aftır; you should To leave this place : Albeit you have desery'd not have mocked me before : but come your ways. High commendation, true applause, and love ;

Ros. Now, Hercules be thy speed, young man ! | Yet such is now the duke's condition,

Cel. I would I were invisible, io catch the strong That he misconstrues all that you bave done. fellow by the leg. (CHARLES and ORLANDO wrestle. The duke is humoroug; what he is, inderd, Ros. O excellent young man !

More suits you to conceive, than me to speak of. Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can Orl. I thank you, sir; and, pray you, tell me tell who should down. (CHARLES is thrown. Shout. Duke F. No more, no more.

Which of the two was daughter of the duke Orl. Yes, I beseech your grace; I am not yet That here was at the wrestling? well breathed.

Le Beau. Neither his daughter, if we judge by Duke F. How dost thou, Charles ?

manners ; Le Beau. He cannot speak, my lord.

But yet, indeed, the shorter is his daughter : Duke F. Bear bjm away. [CHARLES is borne out.] The other is daughter to the banish'd duke, What is thy name, young man ?

And here detain'd by ber usurping uncle, Orl. Orlando, my liege; the youngest son of Sir To keep his daughter company; whose loves Rowland de Bois.

Are dearer than the natural bond of sisters. Duke F. I would, thou hadst been son to some But I can tell you, that of late this duke man else.

Hath ta'en displeasure 'gainst bis gentle niece ; The world esteem'd thy father honourable, Grounded upon no other argument, But I did find him still mine enemy :

But that the people praise her for her virtues, Thou -houldst hare better pleas'd me with this deed, And pity her for her good father's sake; Hadst tbou descended from another house. And, on my life, his malice 'gainst the lady But fare thee well; thou art a gallant youth; Will suddenly break forth.–Šir, fare you well! I would, thou hadst told me of another father. Hereafter, in a beiter world than this,

( Ereunt Duke FRED. Train, and Le Beau. I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.

tbis ;

Orl. I rest much houpden to you : fare you well! Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot inake me

[Exit LE BEAU.

traitor : Thus must I from the smoke into the smother; Tell me, whereon the likelibond depends. From tyrant duke, unto a tyrant brother :

Duke F. Thou art thy father's daughter. thero' But heavenly Rosalind !

[Exit.

enough.

Ros. So was I, when your highness took bis SCENE III.-A Room in the Palace.

dukedom;

So was I, when your highness banish'd him :
Enter Celia and RosALIND.

Treason is not inherited, my lord :

Or, if we did derive it from our friends, Cel. Why, cousin ; why, Rosalind ;-Cupid have What's that to me? my father was no iraitor : mercy!-Not a word?

Then, good, my liege, mistake me not so mucb, Ros. Not one to throw at a dog.

To think my poveriy is treacherous. Cel. No, thy words are too precious to be cast Cel. Dear sovereign, hear me speak. away upon curs, throw some of them at me ; come, Duke F. Ay, Celia; we stay'd her for your sake. lame me with reasons.

Else bad she with ber father rang'd along. Ros. Then there were two cousins laid up; when Cel. I did not then entreat to have her stay the one should be lamed with reasons, and the other It was your pleasure, and your own remorse; mad without any.

I was too young that time to value her,
Cel. But is all this for

your
fatlier ?

But now I know ber; if she be a traitor, Ros. No, some of it for my child's father : 0, how Why so am I: we still have slept together, full of briars is this working day world !

Rose at an instant, learn'd, play'd, eat together; Cel. T'hey are but burs, cousin, thrown upon And whcresce'er we went, like Juno's swans, thee in holiday foolery ; if we walk not in the trod. Still we went coupled, and inseparable. den paths, our very petticoats will catch them. Duke F. She is too subtle for thee ; and her Ros. I could shake them off my coat; these burs

smoothness, are in my heart.

Fler very silence, and her patience, Cel. Hem them away.

Speak to the people, and they pity her. Ros. I would try; if I could cry hem, and have Thou art a fool : she robs thee of thy name; bim.

And thou wilt show more bright, and seem more Cel. Come, come, wrestle with thy affections.

virtuous, Ros. O, they take the part of a better wrestler When she is gone : then open not thy lips; than myself.

Firm and irrevocable is my doom Cel. O, a good wish upon you! you will try in which I have pass'd upon her; she is banish'd. time, in despite of a fall. But, turning these jests

Cel. Pronounce that sentence then on me, my out of service, let us talk in good earnest : Is it

liege ; possible, on such a sudden, you should fall into I cannot live out of her company. so strong a liking with old Sir Rowland's youngest Duke F. You are a fool : - You, niece, provide son?

yourself; Ros. The duke my father lov’d his father dearly. If you out-stay the time, upon mine honour,

Cel. Doth it therefore ensue, that you should And in the greatness of my word, you die. love his son, dearly? By this kind of chase, I should

[Exeunt Duke Frederick and Lords. hate him, for my father hated bis father dearly; yet wilt thou change fathers ? I will give thee mine.

Cel. O my poor Rosalind: whither wilt thou go? I bate not Orlando.

Ros. No 'faith, hate him not, for my sake. I charge thee, be not thou more griev'd tban I am Cel. Why should I not ? doth he not deserve

Ros. I have more causo. woll?

Cel.

Thou hast not, cousin; Ros. Let me love him for that; and do you love Pr’ythee, be cheerful: know'st thou not, the duke him, because I do:- Look, here comes the duke. Hath banisb’d me his daughter ? Cel. With bis eyes full of anger.

Ros.

That he hath not.

Cel. No? bath not? Rosalind lacks then the love Enter Duke FREDERICK, with Lords.

Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one: Duke F. Mistress, despatch you with your safest Shall we be sunder'd ? shall we part, sweet girl ? haste,

No; let my father seek another beir. And get you from our court.

Therefore devise with me, bow we may fly, Ros.

Me, uncle ?

Whither to go, and what to bear with us : Duke.

You, cousin : And do not seek to take your change upon you, Within these ten days if that thou be'st found To bear your griefs yourself, and leave me out; So near our public court as twenty miles,

For, by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale,
Thou diest for it.

Say what thou canst, l'll go along with thee.
Ros.
I do beseech your grace,

Ros. Why, wbither shall we go?
Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me Cel.

To seek my uncle. If with myself I bold intelligence,

Ros. Alas, what danger will it be to us,
Or bave acquaintance with mine own desires; Maids as we are, to travel forth so far?
If that I do not dream, or be not frantic,

Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. (As I do trust I am not,) then, dear uncle,

Cel. I'll put myself in poor and mean attire, Never so much as in a thought unbori),

And with a kind of umber smirch my face; Did I offend your highness.

The like do you ; so shall we pass along, Duke.

Thus do all traitors; And never stir assailants. If their purgation did consist in words,

Ros.

Were it not better, They are as innocent as grace itself:

Because that I am more than common tall, Let it suffice thee, that I trust thee not,

That I did suit ms all points like a man?

A gallant curtle-axe upon my thigh,

Upon the brook that brawls along this wood: A boar-spear in my band; and (in my heart To the which place a poor sequester'd stag, Lie there what bidder woman's fear there will,) That from the hunters' aim had ta’en a hurt, We'll have a swashing and a martial outside ; Did come to languish ; and, indeed, my lord, As many other mannish cowards have,

The wretcbed animal beav'd forth such groans, That do outface it with their semblances.

That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat Cel. What shall I call thee, when thou art a man? Almost to bursting ; and the big round tears Ros. I'll bave no worse a name than Jove's own Cours'd one another down his innocent nose page,

In piteous chase : and thus the hairy fool, And therefore, look you, call me Ganymede. Much marked of the melancholy Jaques, But what will you be call'd?

Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook, Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state: Augmenting it with tears. No longer Celia, but Aliena.

Duke S.

But what said Jaques? Ros. But, cousin, what if we assay'd to steal Did he not moralize this spectacle ? The clownish fool out of your father's court ? 1 Lord. O, yes, into a thousand similes. Would he not be a comfort to our travel?

First, for his weeping in the needless stream; Cel. He'll go along o'er the wide world with me; Poor deer, quoth he, thou mak’st a testament Leave me alone to woo him: Let's away,

As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more And get our jewels and our wealth together; To that which had too much : Then, being alone, Derise the fittest time, and safest way

Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends; To bide us from pursuit that will be made

'Tis right, quoth he; this misery doth purt After my fight: Now go we in content,

The flur of company: Anon, a careless herd,
To liberty, and not to banishment. [Exeunt. Full of the pasture, jumps along by bim,

And never stays to greet him; Ay, quoth Jaques,
Sweep on, you fat and greusy citizens ;
'Tis just the fashion : Wherefore do you look
Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?
Thus most invectively he pierceth through

The body of the country, city, court,
ACT II.

Yea, and of this our life : swearing, that we
Are mere usurpers, tyrants, and what's worse,

To fright the animals, and to kill them up,
SCENE I.—The Forest of Arden.

In their assign'd and native dwelling place.

Duke S. And did you leave him in this contemEnter Duke Senior, Amiens, and other Lords, in plation ? the dress of Foresters.

2 Lord. We did, my lord, weeping, and com

menting Duke S. Now, my co-mates, and brothers in Upon the sobbing deer. exile,

Duke S.

Show me the place; Hath not old custom made this life more sweet I love to cope him in these sullen fits, Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods For then he's full of matter. More free from peril than the envious court ? 2 Lord. I'll bring you to bim straight. Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,

[Exeunt. The seasons' difference; as, the icy fang,

SCENE II.- A Room in the Palace.
And churlish chiding of the winter's wind;
Which when it bites and blows upon my body,
Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say,

Enter Duke FREDERICK, Lords, and Attendants. This is no flattery; these are counsellors

Duke F. Can it be possible, that no man saw That feelingly persuade me what I am.

them? Sweet are the uses of adversity ;

It cannot be: some villains of my court Wbicb, like the toad, ugly and venomous,

Are of consent and sufferance in this. Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;

1 Lord. I cannot hear of any that did see her. And this our life, exempt from public baunt, The ladies, her attendants of her chamber, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running Saw her a-bed; and, in the morning early, brooks,

They found the bed untreasur'd of their mistress. Sermons in stones, and good in everything.

2 Lord. My lord, the roynish clown, at whom so Ami. I would not change it: Happy is your

oft grace,

Your grace was wont to laugh, is also missing. That can translate the stubbornness of fortune Hesperia, the princess' gentlewoman, Into so quiet and so sweet a style.

Confesses, that she secretly o'erheard Duke S. Come, shall we go and kill us venison? Your daughter and her cousin much commend And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools, The parts and graces of the wrestler Being native burghers of this desert city,

That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles ; Should, in their own confines, with forked beads And sbe believes, wherever they are gone, Hare their round baunches gor'd.

That youth is surely in their company. 1 Lord.

Indeed, my lord, Duke F. Send to his brother; fetch that gallant The melancholy Jaques grieves at that ;

hither :
And, in that kind, swears you do more usurp If he be absent, bring his brother to me,
Than doth your brother that hath banish'd you. l'll make him find bim: do this suddenly ;
To-iay, my lord of Amiens, and myself,

And let pot search and inquisition quail
Did steal hebind him, as he lay along

To bring again these foolish runaways. C'nder an oak, whose antique root paeps out

(Escount.

That cannot so much as a blossom yield,
SCENE III.-Before Olive:'s House.

In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry;

But come thy ways, we'll go along together ; Enter ORLANDO and ADAM, meeting.

And ere we have thy youthful wages spent, Orl. Who's there?

We'll light upon some settled low content. Adam. What! my young master 2-0, my gentle Adam. Master, go on; and I will follow thee, master,

To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty:O, my sweet master, O you memory

From seventeen years till now almost fourscore of old Sir Rowland ! why, what make you here ? Here lived I, but now live bere no more. Why are you virtuous ? Why do people love you ? At seventeen years many their fortunes seek; And wherefore are you gentie, strong, and valiant? But at fourscore, it is too late a week: Why would you be so fond to overcome

Yet fortune cannot recompense me better, The bony priser of the humorous duke ?

Than to die well, and not my master's debtor. Your praise is come too swiftly home before you.

[Exeunt. Know you not, master, to some kind of men Their graces serve them but as enemies?

SCENE IV.-- The Forest of Arden.
No more do yours; your virtues, gentle master,
Are sanctified and holy traitors to you.

Enter Rosalind in boy's clothes, Celia drest like a 0, what a world is this, when what is comely

Shepherdess, and Touchstone. Envenoms him that bears it!

Ros. O Jupiter! how weary are my spirits ! Orl. Why, what's the matter?

Touch. I care not for my spirits, if my legs were Adam.

O unhappy youth, not weary. Come not within these doors; within this roof Ros. I could find in my heart to disgrace my The enemy of all your graces lives :

man's apparel, and to cry like a woman : but I must Your brother-(no, no brother; yet the son-- comfort the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose Yet not the son ;-I will not call him son

ought to show itself courageous to petticoat: thereOf bim I was about to call his father,)

fore, courage, good Aliena. Hath heard your praises ; and this night he means Cel. I pray you, bear with me; I can go no To burn the lodging wbere you use to lie,

further. And you within it: if he fail of that,

Touch. For my part, I had rather bear with you, He will have other means to cut you off;

than bear you : yet I should bear no cross, if I did I overheard him, and his practices.

bear you ; for, I think, you have no money in your This is no place, this house is but a butchery; purse, Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it.

Ros. Well, this is the forest of Arden. Orl. Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou bave

Touch. Ay, now am I in Arden : the more fool me go?

I; when I was at home, I was in a better place ; Adam. No matter whither, so you come pot bero. but travellers must be content. Orl. What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my Ros. Ay, be so, good Touchstone :-Look you, food ?

wbo comes here; a young man, and an old, in Or, with a base and boisterous sword, enforce solemn talk. A thierish liring on the common road? Tbis I must do, or know not wbat to do:

Enter Corin and Silvius. Yet this I will not do, do bow I can

Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you still. I rathor will subject me to the malice

Sil. O Corin, that ilou knew'st how I do love Of a diverted blood, and bloody brother.

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 ; The thrifty bire I sav'd under your father, Though in tby, youth thou wast as true a lorer Which I did store, to be my foster nurse,

As ever sigh'd upon a midnight pillow : When service should in my old limbs lie lame, But if thy love were ever like to mine, And unregarded age in corners thrown;

(As sure I think did never man love so,) Take that: and He that doth the ravens feed, How many actions most ridiculous Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,

Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy? Be comfort to my age! Here is the gold ;

Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten. All this I give you : Let me be your servant ; Sil. O, thou didst then ne'er love so heartıly • Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty : If thou remember'st not the slightest fully For in my youth I never did apply

That ever love did make thee run into Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood;

Thou hast not lov'd : Nor did not with unbashful forebead woo

Or if thou hast not sat as I do now, The means of weakness and debility;

Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress' praise, Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,

Thou hast not lov'd: Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you;

Or if thou hast 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.

Tbou bast oot lov'd. O Pbebe, Phebe, Phebe ! Orl. O good old man; how well in thee appears

[Exit Silv us. The constant service of the untique world,

Ros. Alas, poor shepberd! searching of thy Wben service sweat for duty, not for meed!

wound, Thou art not for the fashion of these times, I bave by bard adventure found mine own. Where none will sweat, but for promotion ;

Touch. And I mine : I remember, when I was And having tbat, do choke their service up in love, I broke my sword upon a stone, and bid Even with the Laving : it is not so with thee. him take that for coming Anight to Jane Smile : Hut, poor old man, thou prun'st a rotten tree, and I remember the kissing of her batlet, and the

ow's dugs that her pretty chopp'd bands had Jaq. More more, I pr’ytheo, more. milk'd : and I remember the wooing of a peascod Ami. It will make you melancholy, monsioji instead of ber; from whom I took two cods, and, Jaques. giving ber them again, said with weeping tears, Jaq. I thank it. More, I pr’ythee, more. I can Wear these for my sake. We, that are true lovers, suck melaucholy out of a song, as a weazel sucks run into strange capers ; but as all is mortal in eggs : More, 1 pr’ythee, more. nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly. Ami. My voice is ragged; I know, I cannot

Ros. Thou speak’st wiser than thou art 'ware of. please you.

Touch. Nay, I shall ne'er be 'ware of mine own Jaq. I do not desire you to please me, I do dewit, till I break my sbins against it.

sire you to sing : Come, more; another stanza; Ros. Jove ! Jove ! this shepherd's passion Call you them stanzas ? Is much upon my fashion.

Ami. What you will, monsieur Jaques. Touch. And mine; but it grows something stale Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names; they owe with me.

me nothing : Will you sing ? Cel. I pray you, one of you question yond man, Ami. More at your request, than to please myIf he for gold will give us any food;

sell. I faint almost to death.

Jaq. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll Touch. Holla : you, clown !

thank you : but that they call compliment, is like Ros.

Peace, fool; he's not thy kinsman. the encounter of two dog-apes; and when a man Cor. Who calls?

thanks me heartily, methinks I have given bim a Touch. Your betters, sir.

penny, and he renders me the beggarly thanks. Cor. Else are they very wretched.

Come, sing; and you that will not, hold your Ros.

Peace, I say :

-tongues. Good even to you, friend.

Ami. Well, I'll end the song.-Sirs, cover the Cor. And to you, gentle sir, and to you all. while; the duke will drink under this tree :--be

Ros. I pr’ythee, shepherd, if that love, or gold, hath been all this day to look you. Can in this desert place buy entertainment,

Jaq. And I have been all this day to avoid him. Bring us where we may rest ourselves, and feed : He is too disputable for my company : I think of Here's a young maid with travel much oppress'd, as many matters as he ; but I give Heaven thanks, And faints for succour.

and make no boast of them. Come, warble, come. Cor.

Fair sir, I pity her.
And wish for her sake, more tban for mine own,

SONG.
My fortunes were more able to relieve her :
Bar I am shepherd to another man,

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 cburlish disposition,

Seeking the food he eats, And little recks to find the way to beaven

And pleased 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,
By reason of bis absence, there is nothing

But winter and rough weather.
That you will feed on; but what is, come see,
And in my voice most welcome shall you be. Jaq. I'll give you a verse to this note, that I
Ros. Wbat is he that shall buy his flock and made yesterday in despite of my invention.
pasture ?

Ami. And I'll sing it. Cor. That young swain that you saw here but Jaq. Thus it goes :

crewbile, That little cares for buying any thing.

If it do come to pass, Ros. I pray thee, if it stand with honesty,

That any man turn ass, Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the flock,

Leaving his wealth and ease, And thou shalt bave to pay for it of us.

A stubborn will to please, Cel. And we will mend thy wages; I like this

Ducdàme, ducdàme, ducdame; place,

Here shall he see, And willingly could waste my time in it.

Gross fools as he,
Cor. Assuredly, the thing is to be sold :

An if he will come to me Ami.
Go with me; if you like, upon report,
The soil, the profit, and this kind of life,

Ami. What's tbat ducdame ?
I will your very faithful feeder be,

Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a And buy it with your gold right suddenly. (Exeunt. circle. I'll go sleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll rai)

against all the first-born of Egypt. SCENE V.–The same.

Ami. And I'll go seek the duke; his banquet is Enter Amiens, JAQUES, and others. prepar’d.

(Eseunt severally. SONG.

SCENE VI.-The same.
Ami. Under the greenwood tree,

Enter ORLANDO and Adam.
Who loves to lie with me,
And tune his merry note

Adam. Dear master, I can go no further; 0, I
Unto the sweet bird's throat,

die for food ! Here lie 1 down, and measure out my Come hither, come hither, come hither ; grare. Farewell, kind master. Here shall he see

Onl. Why bow now, Adam ! no greater heart in No enemy,

thee? Live a liitle ; comfort a little ; cbeer thyself But unter and rough weather.

a little : If this uncouth forest yield anything

No enemy,