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-	AS YOU LIKE IT
-	DRAMATIS PERSONAE
-DUKE SENIOR	living in banishment.
-DUKE FREDERICK	his brother, an usurper of his dominions.
-AMIENS	|
-	|  lords attending on the banished duke.
-JAQUES	|
-LE BEAU	a courtier attending upon Frederick.
-CHARLES	wrestler to Frederick.
-OLIVER		|
-		|
-JAQUES (JAQUES DE BOYS:)  	|  sons of Sir Rowland de Boys.
-		|
-ORLANDO		|
-ADAM	|
-	|  servants to Oliver.
-DENNIS	|
-TOUCHSTONE	a clown.
-SIR OLIVER MARTEXT	a vicar.
-CORIN	|
-	|  shepherds.
-SILVIUS	|
-WILLIAM	a country fellow in love with Audrey.
-	A person representing HYMEN. (HYMEN:)
-ROSALIND	daughter to the banished duke.
-CELIA	daughter to Frederick.
-PHEBE	a shepherdess.
-AUDREY	a country wench.
-	Lords, pages, and attendants, &c.
-	(Forester:)
-	(A Lord:)
-	(First Lord:)
-	(Second Lord:)
-	(First Page:)
-	(Second Page:)
-SCENE	Oliver's house; Duke Frederick's court; and the
-	Forest of Arden.
-	AS YOU LIKE IT
-ACT I
-SCENE I	Orchard of Oliver's house.
-	[Enter ORLANDO and ADAM]
-ORLANDO	As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion
-	bequeathed me by will but poor a thousand crowns,
-	and, as thou sayest, charged my brother, on his
-	blessing, to breed me well: and there begins my
-	sadness. My brother Jaques he keeps at school, and
-	report speaks goldenly of his profit: for my part,
-	he keeps me rustically at home, or, to speak more
-	properly, stays me here at home unkept; for call you
-	that keeping for a gentleman of my birth, that
-	differs not from the stalling of an ox? His horses
-	are bred better; for, besides that they are fair
-	with their feeding, they are taught their manage,
-	and to that end riders dearly hired: but I, his
-	brother, gain nothing under him but growth; for the
-	which his animals on his dunghills are as much
-	bound to him as I. Besides this nothing that he so
-	plentifully gives me, the something that nature gave
-	me his countenance seems to take from me: he lets
-	me feed with his hinds, bars me the place of a
-	brother, and, as much as in him lies, mines my
-	gentility with my education. This is it, Adam, that
-	grieves me; and the spirit of my father, which I
-	think is within me, begins to mutiny against this
-	servitude: I will no longer endure it, though yet I
-	know no wise remedy how to avoid it.
-ADAM	Yonder comes my master, your brother.
-ORLANDO	Go apart, Adam, and thou shalt hear how he will
-	shake me up.
-	[Enter OLIVER]
-OLIVER	Now, sir! what make you here?
-ORLANDO	Nothing: I am not taught to make any thing.
-OLIVER	What mar you then, sir?
-ORLANDO	Marry, sir, I am helping you to mar that which God
-	made, a poor unworthy brother of yours, with idleness.
-OLIVER	Marry, sir, be better employed, and be naught awhile.
-ORLANDO	Shall I keep your hogs and eat husks with them?
-	What prodigal portion have I spent, that I should
-	come to such penury?
-OLIVER	Know you where your are, sir?
-ORLANDO	O, sir, very well; here in your orchard.
-OLIVER	Know you before whom, sir?
-ORLANDO	Ay, better than him I am before knows me. I know
-	you are my eldest brother; and, in the gentle
-	condition of blood, you should so know me. The
-	courtesy of nations allows you my better, in that
-	you are the first-born; but the same tradition
-	takes not away my blood, were there twenty brothers
-	betwixt us: I have as much of my father in me as
-	you; albeit, I confess, your coming before me is
-	nearer to his reverence.
-OLIVER	What, boy!
-ORLANDO	Come, come, elder brother, you are too young in this.
-OLIVER	Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain?
-ORLANDO	I am no villain; I am the youngest son of Sir
-	Rowland de Boys; he was my father, and he is thrice
-	a villain that says such a father begot villains.
-	Wert thou not my brother, I would not take this hand
-	from thy throat till this other had pulled out thy
-	tongue for saying so: thou hast railed on thyself.
-ADAM	Sweet masters, be patient: for your father's
-	remembrance, be at accord.
-OLIVER	Let me go, I say.
-ORLANDO	I will not, till I please: you shall hear me. My
-	father charged you in his will to give me good
-	education: you have trained me like a peasant,
-	obscuring and hiding from me all gentleman-like
-	qualities. The spirit of my father grows strong in
-	me, and I will no longer endure it: therefore allow
-	me such exercises as may become a gentleman, or
-	give me the poor allottery my father left me by
-	testament; with that I will go buy my fortunes.
-OLIVER	And what wilt thou do? beg, when that is spent?
-	Well, sir, get you in: I will not long be troubled
-	with you; you shall have some part of your will: I
-	pray you, leave me.
-ORLANDO	I will no further offend you than becomes me for my good.
-OLIVER	Get you with him, you old dog.
-ADAM	Is 'old dog' my reward? Most true, I have lost my
-	teeth in your service. God be with my old master!
-	he would not have spoke such a word.
-	[Exeunt ORLANDO and ADAM]
-OLIVER	Is it even so? begin you to grow upon me? I will
-	physic your rankness, and yet give no thousand
-	crowns neither. Holla, Dennis!
-	[Enter DENNIS]
-DENNIS	Calls your worship?
-OLIVER	Was not Charles, the duke's wrestler, here to speak with me?
-DENNIS	So please you, he is here at the door and importunes
-	access to you.
-OLIVER	Call him in.
-	[Exit DENNIS]
-	'Twill be a good way; and to-morrow the wrestling is.
-	[Enter CHARLES]
-CHARLES	Good morrow to your worship.
-OLIVER	Good Monsieur Charles, what's the new news at the
-	new court?
-CHARLES	There's no news at the court, sir, but the old news:
-	that is, the old duke is banished by his younger
-	brother the new duke; and three or four loving lords
-	have put themselves into voluntary exile with him,
-	whose lands and revenues enrich the new duke;
-	therefore he gives them good leave to wander.
-OLIVER	Can you tell if Rosalind, the duke's daughter, be
-	banished with her father?
-CHARLES	O, no; for the duke's daughter, her cousin, so loves
-	her, being ever from their cradles bred together,
-	that she would have followed her exile, or have died
-	to stay behind her. She is at the court, and no
-	less beloved of her uncle than his own daughter; and
-	never two ladies loved as they do.
-OLIVER	Where will the old duke live?
-CHARLES	They say he is already in the forest of Arden, and
-	a many merry men with him; and there they live like
-	the old Robin Hood of England: they say many young
-	gentlemen flock to him every day, and fleet the time
-	carelessly, as they did in the golden world.
-OLIVER	What, you wrestle to-morrow before the new duke?
-CHARLES	Marry, do I, sir; and I came to acquaint you with a
-	matter. I am given, sir, secretly to understand
-	that your younger brother Orlando hath a disposition
-	to come in disguised against me to try a fall.
-	To-morrow, sir, I wrestle for my credit; and he that
-	escapes me without some broken limb shall acquit him
-	well. Your brother is but young and tender; and,
-	for your love, I would be loath to foil him, as I
-	must, for my own honour, if he come in: therefore,
-	out of my love to you, I came hither to acquaint you
-	withal, that either you might stay him from his
-	intendment or brook such disgrace well as he shall
-	run into, in that it is a thing of his own search
-	and altogether against my will.
-OLIVER	Charles, I thank thee for thy love to me, which
-	thou shalt find I will most kindly requite. I had
-	myself notice of my brother's purpose herein and
-	have by underhand means laboured to dissuade him from
-	it, but he is resolute. I'll tell thee, Charles:
-	it is the stubbornest young fellow of France, full
-	of ambition, an envious emulator of every man's
-	good parts, a secret and villanous contriver against
-	me his natural brother: therefore use thy
-	discretion; I had as lief thou didst break his neck
-	as his finger. And thou wert best look to't; for if
-	thou dost him any slight disgrace or if he do not
-	mightily grace himself on thee, he will practise
-	against thee by poison, entrap thee by some
-	treacherous device and never leave thee till he
-	hath ta'en thy life by some indirect means or other;
-	for, I assure thee, and almost with tears I speak
-	it, there is not one so young and so villanous this
-	day living. I speak but brotherly of him; but
-	should I anatomize him to thee as he is, I must
-	blush and weep and thou must look pale and wonder.
-CHARLES	I am heartily glad I came hither to you. If he come
-	to-morrow, I'll give him his payment: if ever he go
-	alone again, I'll never wrestle for prize more: and
-	so God keep your worship!
-OLIVER	Farewell, good Charles.
-	[Exit CHARLES]
-	Now will I stir this gamester: I hope I shall see
-	an end of him; for my soul, yet I know not why,
-	hates nothing more than he. Yet he's gentle, never
-	schooled and yet learned, full of noble device, of
-	all sorts enchantingly beloved, and indeed so much
-	in the heart of the world, and especially of my own
-	people, who best know him, that I am altogether
-	misprised: but it shall not be so long; this
-	wrestler shall clear all: nothing remains but that
-	I kindle the boy thither; which now I'll go about.
-	[Exit]
-	AS YOU LIKE IT
-ACT I
-SCENE II	Lawn before the Duke's palace.
-	[Enter CELIA and ROSALIND]
-CELIA	I pray thee, Rosalind, sweet my coz, be merry.
-ROSALIND	Dear Celia, I show more mirth than I am mistress of;
-	and would you yet I were merrier? Unless you could
-	teach me to forget a banished father, you must not
-	learn me how to remember any extraordinary pleasure.
-CELIA	Herein I see thou lovest me not with the full weight
-	that I love thee. If my uncle, thy banished father,
-	had banished thy uncle, the duke my father, so thou
-	hadst been still with me, I could have taught my
-	love to take thy father for mine: so wouldst thou,
-	if the truth of thy love to me were so righteously
-	tempered as mine is to thee.
-ROSALIND	Well, I will forget the condition of my estate, to
-	rejoice in yours.
-CELIA	You know my father hath no child but I, nor none is
-	like to have: and, truly, when he dies, thou shalt
-	be his heir, for what he hath taken away from thy
-	father perforce, I will render thee again in
-	affection; by mine honour, I will; and when I break
-	that oath, let me turn monster: therefore, my
-	sweet Rose, my dear Rose, be merry.
-ROSALIND	From henceforth I will, coz, and devise sports. Let
-	me see; what think you of falling in love?
-CELIA	Marry, I prithee, do, to make sport withal: but
-	love no man in good earnest; nor no further in sport
-	neither than with safety of a pure blush thou mayst
-	in honour come off again.
-ROSALIND	What shall be our sport, then?
-CELIA	Let us sit and mock the good housewife Fortune from
-	her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be bestowed equally.
-ROSALIND	I would we could do so, for her benefits are
-	mightily misplaced, and the bountiful blind woman
-	doth most mistake in her gifts to women.
-CELIA	'Tis true; for those that she makes fair she scarce
-	makes honest, and those that she makes honest she
-	makes very ill-favouredly.
-ROSALIND	Nay, now thou goest from Fortune's office to
-	Nature's: Fortune reigns in gifts of the world,
-	not in the lineaments of Nature.
-	[Enter TOUCHSTONE]
-CELIA	No? when Nature hath made a fair creature, may she
-	not by Fortune fall into the fire? Though Nature
-	hath given us wit to flout at Fortune, hath not
-	Fortune sent in this fool to cut off the argument?
-ROSALIND	Indeed, there is Fortune too hard for Nature, when
-	Fortune makes Nature's natural the cutter-off of
-	Nature's wit.
-CELIA	Peradventure this is not Fortune's work neither, but
-	Nature's; who perceiveth our natural wits too dull
-	to reason of such goddesses and hath sent this
-	natural for our whetstone; for always the dulness of
-	the fool is the whetstone of the wits. How now,
-	wit! whither wander you?
-TOUCHSTONE	Mistress, you must come away to your father.
-CELIA	Were you made the messenger?
-TOUCHSTONE	No, by mine honour, but I was bid to come for you.
-ROSALIND	Where learned you that oath, fool?
-TOUCHSTONE	Of a certain knight that swore by his honour they
-	were good pancakes and swore by his honour the
-	mustard was naught: now I'll stand to it, the
-	pancakes were naught and the mustard was good, and
-	yet was not the knight forsworn.
-CELIA	How prove you that, in the great heap of your
-	knowledge?
-ROSALIND	Ay, marry, now unmuzzle your wisdom.
-TOUCHSTONE	Stand you both forth now: stroke your chins, and
-	swear by your beards that I am a knave.
-CELIA	By our beards, if we had them, thou art.
-TOUCHSTONE	By my knavery, if I had it, then I were; but if you
-	swear by that that is not, you are not forsworn: no
-	more was this knight swearing by his honour, for he
-	never had any; or if he had, he had sworn it away
-	before ever he saw those pancakes or that mustard.
-CELIA	Prithee, who is't that thou meanest?
-TOUCHSTONE	One that old Frederick, your father, loves.
-CELIA	My father's love is enough to honour him: enough!
-	speak no more of him; you'll be whipped for taxation
-	one of these days.
-TOUCHSTONE	The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely what
-	wise men do foolishly.
-CELIA	By my troth, thou sayest true; for since the little
-	wit that fools have was silenced, the little foolery
-	that wise men have makes a great show. Here comes
-	Monsieur Le Beau.
-ROSALIND	With his mouth full of news.
-CELIA	Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young.
-ROSALIND	Then shall we be news-crammed.
-CELIA	All the better; we shall be the more marketable.
-	[Enter LE BEAU]
-	Bon jour, Monsieur Le Beau: what's the news?
-LE BEAU	Fair princess, you have lost much good sport.
-CELIA	Sport! of what colour?
-LE BEAU	What colour, madam! how shall I answer you?
-ROSALIND	As wit and fortune will.
-TOUCHSTONE	Or as the Destinies decree.
-CELIA	Well said: that was laid on with a trowel.
-TOUCHSTONE	Nay, if I keep not my rank,--
-ROSALIND	Thou losest thy old smell.
-LE BEAU	You amaze me, ladies: I would have told you of good
-	wrestling, which you have lost the sight of.
-ROSALIND	You tell us the manner of the wrestling.
-LE BEAU	I will tell you the beginning; and, if it please
-	your ladyships, you may see the end; for the best is
-	yet to do; and here, where you are, they are coming
-	to perform it.
-CELIA	Well, the beginning, that is dead and buried.
-LE BEAU	There comes an old man and his three sons,--
-CELIA	I could match this beginning with an old tale.
-LE BEAU	Three proper young men, of excellent growth and presence.
-ROSALIND	With bills on their necks, 'Be it known unto all men
-	by these presents.'
-LE BEAU	The eldest of the three wrestled with Charles, the
-	duke's wrestler; which Charles in a moment threw him
-	and broke three of his ribs, that there is little
-	hope of life in him: so he served the second, and
-	so the third. Yonder they lie; the poor old man,
-	their father, making such pitiful dole over them
-	that all the beholders take his part with weeping.
-ROSALIND	Alas!
-TOUCHSTONE	But what is the sport, monsieur, that the ladies
-	have lost?
-LE BEAU	Why, this that I speak of.
-TOUCHSTONE	Thus men may grow wiser every day: it is the first
-	time that ever I heard breaking of ribs was sport
-	for ladies.
-CELIA	Or I, I promise thee.
-ROSALIND	But is there any else longs to see this broken music
-	in his sides? is there yet another dotes upon
-	rib-breaking? Shall we see this wrestling, cousin?
-LE BEAU	You must, if you stay here; for here is the place
-	appointed for the wrestling, and they are ready to
-	perform it.
-CELIA	Yonder, sure, they are coming: let us now stay and see it.
-	[Flourish. Enter DUKE FREDERICK, Lords, ORLANDO,
-	CHARLES, and Attendants]
-DUKE FREDERICK	Come on: since the youth will not be entreated, his
-	own peril on his forwardness.
-ROSALIND	Is yonder the man?
-LE BEAU	Even he, madam.
-CELIA	Alas, he is too young! yet he looks successfully.
-DUKE FREDERICK	How now, daughter and cousin! are you crept hither
-	to see the wrestling?
-ROSALIND	Ay, my liege, so please you give us leave.
-DUKE FREDERICK	You will take little delight in it, I can tell you;
-	there is such odds in the man. In pity of the
-	challenger's youth I would fain dissuade him, but he
-	will not be entreated. Speak to him, ladies; see if
-	you can move him.
-CELIA	Call him hither, good Monsieur Le Beau.
-DUKE FREDERICK	Do so: I'll not be by.
-LE BEAU	Monsieur the challenger, the princesses call for you.
-ORLANDO	I attend them with all respect and duty.
-ROSALIND	Young man, have you challenged Charles the wrestler?
-ORLANDO	No, fair princess; he is the general challenger: I
-	come but in, as others do, to try with him the
-	strength of my youth.
-CELIA	Young gentleman, your spirits are too bold for your
-	years. You have seen cruel proof of this man's
-	strength: if you saw yourself with your eyes or
-	knew yourself with your judgment, the fear of your
-	adventure would counsel you to a more equal
-	enterprise. We pray you, for your own sake, to
-	embrace your own safety and give over this attempt.
-ROSALIND	Do, young sir; your reputation shall not therefore
-	be misprised: we will make it our suit to the duke
-	that the wrestling might not go forward.
-ORLANDO	I beseech you, punish me not with your hard
-	thoughts; wherein I confess me much guilty, to deny
-	so fair and excellent ladies any thing. But let
-	your fair eyes and gentle wishes go with me to my
-	trial: wherein if I be foiled, there is but one
-	shamed that was never gracious; if killed, but one
-	dead that was willing to be so: I shall do my
-	friends no wrong, for I have none to lament me, the
-	world no injury, for in it I have nothing; only in
-	the world I fill up a place, which may be better
-	supplied when I have made it empty.
-ROSALIND	The little strength that I have, I would it were with you.
-CELIA	And mine, to eke out hers.
-ROSALIND	Fare you well: pray heaven I be deceived in you!
-CELIA	Your heart's desires be with you!
-CHARLES	Come, where is this young gallant that is so
-	desirous to lie with his mother earth?
-ORLANDO	Ready, sir; but his will hath in it a more modest working.
-DUKE FREDERICK	You shall try but one fall.
-CHARLES	No, I warrant your grace, you shall not entreat him
-	to a second, that have so mightily persuaded him
-	from a first.
-ORLANDO	An you mean to mock me after, you should not have
-	mocked me before: but come your ways.
-ROSALIND	Now Hercules be thy speed, young man!
-CELIA	I would I were invisible, to catch the strong
-	fellow by the leg.
-	[They wrestle]
-ROSALIND	O excellent young man!
-CELIA	If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who
-	should down.
-	[Shout. CHARLES is thrown]
-DUKE FREDERICK	No more, no more.
-ORLANDO	Yes, I beseech your grace: I am not yet well breathed.
-DUKE FREDERICK	How dost thou, Charles?
-LE BEAU	He cannot speak, my lord.
-DUKE FREDERICK	Bear him away. What is thy name, young man?
-ORLANDO	Orlando, my liege; the youngest son of Sir Rowland de Boys.
-DUKE FREDERICK	I would thou hadst been son to some man else:
-	The world esteem'd thy father honourable,
-	But I did find him still mine enemy:
-	Thou shouldst have better pleased me with this deed,
-	Hadst thou descended from another house.
-	But fare thee well; thou art a gallant youth:
-	I would thou hadst told me of another father.
-	[Exeunt DUKE FREDERICK, train, and LE BEAU]
-CELIA	Were I my father, coz, would I do this?
-ORLANDO	I am more proud to be Sir Rowland's son,
-	His youngest son; and would not change that calling,
-	To be adopted heir to Frederick.
-ROSALIND	My father loved Sir Rowland as his soul,
-	And all the world was of my father's mind:
-	Had I before known this young man his son,
-	I should have given him tears unto entreaties,
-	Ere he should thus have ventured.
-CELIA	Gentle cousin,
-	Let us go thank him and encourage him:
-	My father's rough and envious disposition
-	Sticks me at heart. Sir, you have well deserved:
-	If you do keep your promises in love
-	But justly, as you have exceeded all promise,
-	Your mistress shall be happy.
-ROSALIND	Gentleman,
-	[Giving him a chain from her neck]
-	Wear this for me, one out of suits with fortune,
-	That could give more, but that her hand lacks means.
-	Shall we go, coz?
-CELIA	                  Ay. Fare you well, fair gentleman.
-ORLANDO	Can I not say, I thank you? My better parts
-	Are all thrown down, and that which here stands up
-	Is but a quintain, a mere lifeless block.
-ROSALIND	He calls us back: my pride fell with my fortunes;
-	I'll ask him what he would. Did you call, sir?
-	Sir, you have wrestled well and overthrown
-	More than your enemies.
-CELIA	Will you go, coz?
-ROSALIND	Have with you. Fare you well.
-	[Exeunt ROSALIND and CELIA]
-ORLANDO	What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue?
-	I cannot speak to her, yet she urged conference.
-	O poor Orlando, thou art overthrown!
-	Or Charles or something weaker masters thee.
-	[Re-enter LE BEAU]
-LE BEAU	Good sir, I do in friendship counsel you
-	To leave this place. Albeit you have deserved
-	High commendation, true applause and love,
-	Yet such is now the duke's condition
-	That he misconstrues all that you have done.
-	The duke is humorous; what he is indeed,
-	More suits you to conceive than I to speak of.
-ORLANDO	I thank you, sir: and, pray you, tell me this:
-	Which of the two was daughter of the duke
-	That here was at the wrestling?
-LE BEAU	Neither his daughter, if we judge by manners;
-	But yet indeed the lesser is his daughter
-	The other is daughter to the banish'd duke,
-	And here detain'd by her usurping uncle,
-	To keep his daughter company; whose loves
-	Are dearer than the natural bond of sisters.
-	But I can tell you that of late this duke
-	Hath ta'en displeasure 'gainst his gentle niece,
-	Grounded upon no other argument
-	But that the people praise her for her virtues
-	And pity her for her good father's sake;
-	And, on my life, his malice 'gainst the lady
-	Will suddenly break forth. Sir, fare you well:
-	Hereafter, in a better world than this,
-	I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.
-ORLANDO	I rest much bounden to you: fare you well.
-	[Exit LE BEAU]
-	Thus must I from the smoke into the smother;
-	From tyrant duke unto a tyrant brother:
-	But heavenly Rosalind!
-	[Exit]
-	AS YOU LIKE IT
-ACT I
-SCENE III	A room in the palace.
-	[Enter CELIA and ROSALIND]
-CELIA	Why, cousin! why, Rosalind! Cupid have mercy! not a word?
-ROSALIND	Not one to throw at a dog.
-CELIA	No, thy words are too precious to be cast away upon
-	curs; throw some of them at me; come, lame me with reasons.
-ROSALIND	Then there were two cousins laid up; when the one
-	should be lamed with reasons and the other mad
-	without any.
-CELIA	But is all this for your father?
-ROSALIND	No, some of it is for my child's father. O, how
-	full of briers is this working-day world!
-CELIA	They are but burs, cousin, thrown upon thee in
-	holiday foolery: if we walk not in the trodden
-	paths our very petticoats will catch them.
-ROSALIND	I could shake them off my coat: these burs are in my heart.
-CELIA	Hem them away.
-ROSALIND	I would try, if I could cry 'hem' and have him.
-CELIA	Come, come, wrestle with thy affections.
-ROSALIND	O, they take the part of a better wrestler than myself!
-CELIA	O, a good wish upon you! you will try in time, in
-	despite of a fall. But, turning these jests out of
-	service, let us talk in good earnest: is it
-	possible, on such a sudden, you should fall into so
-	strong a liking with old Sir Rowland's youngest son?
-ROSALIND	The duke my father loved his father dearly.
-CELIA	Doth it therefore ensue that you should love his son
-	dearly? By this kind of chase, I should hate him,
-	for my father hated his father dearly; yet I hate
-	not Orlando.
-ROSALIND	No, faith, hate him not, for my sake.
-CELIA	Why should I not? doth he not deserve well?
-ROSALIND	Let me love him for that, and do you love him
-	because I do. Look, here comes the duke.
-CELIA	With his eyes full of anger.
-	[Enter DUKE FREDERICK, with Lords]
-DUKE FREDERICK	Mistress, dispatch you with your safest haste
-	And get you from our court.
-ROSALIND	Me, uncle?
-DUKE FREDERICK	You, cousin
-	Within these ten days if that thou be'st found
-	So near our public court as twenty miles,
-	Thou diest for it.
-ROSALIND	                  I do beseech your grace,
-	Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me:
-	If with myself I hold intelligence
-	Or have acquaintance with mine own desires,
-	If that I do not dream or be not frantic,--
-	As I do trust I am not--then, dear uncle,
-	Never so much as in a thought unborn
-	Did I offend your highness.
-DUKE FREDERICK	Thus do all traitors:
-	If their purgation did consist in words,
-	They are as innocent as grace itself:
-	Let it suffice thee that I trust thee not.
-ROSALIND	Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor:
-	Tell me whereon the likelihood depends.
-DUKE FREDERICK	Thou art thy father's daughter; there's enough.
-ROSALIND	So was I when your highness took his dukedom;
-	So was I when your highness banish'd him:
-	Treason is not inherited, my lord;
-	Or, if we did derive it from our friends,
-	What's that to me? my father was no traitor:
-	Then, good my liege, mistake me not so much
-	To think my poverty is treacherous.
-CELIA	Dear sovereign, hear me speak.
-DUKE FREDERICK	Ay, Celia; we stay'd her for your sake,
-	Else had she with her father ranged along.
-CELIA	I did not then entreat to have her stay;
-	It was your pleasure and your own remorse:
-	I was too young that time to value her;
-	But now I know her: if she be a traitor,
-	Why so am I; we still have slept together,
-	Rose at an instant, learn'd, play'd, eat together,
-	And wheresoever we went, like Juno's swans,
-	Still we went coupled and inseparable.
-DUKE FREDERICK	She is too subtle for thee; and her smoothness,
-	Her very silence and her patience
-	Speak to the people, and they pity her.
-	Thou art a fool: she robs thee of thy name;
-	And thou wilt show more bright and seem more virtuous
-	When she is gone. Then open not thy lips:
-	Firm and irrevocable is my doom
-	Which I have pass'd upon her; she is banish'd.
-CELIA	Pronounce that sentence then on me, my liege:
-	I cannot live out of her company.
-DUKE FREDERICK	You are a fool. You, niece, provide yourself:
-	If you outstay the time, upon mine honour,
-	And in the greatness of my word, you die.
-	[Exeunt DUKE FREDERICK and Lords]
-CELIA	O my poor Rosalind, whither wilt thou go?
-	Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee mine.
-	I charge thee, be not thou more grieved than I am.
-ROSALIND	I have more cause.
-CELIA	                  Thou hast not, cousin;
-	Prithee be cheerful: know'st thou not, the duke
-	Hath banish'd me, his daughter?
-ROSALIND	That he hath not.
-CELIA	No, hath not? Rosalind lacks then the love
-	Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one:
-	Shall we be sunder'd? shall we part, sweet girl?
-	No: let my father seek another heir.
-	Therefore devise with me how we may fly,
-	Whither to go and what to bear with us;
-	And do not seek to take your change upon you,
-	To bear your griefs yourself and leave me out;
-	For, by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale,
-	Say what thou canst, I'll go along with thee.
-ROSALIND	Why, whither shall we go?
-CELIA	To seek my uncle in the forest of Arden.
-ROSALIND	Alas, what danger will it be to us,
-	Maids as we are, to travel forth so far!
-	Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.
-CELIA	I'll put myself in poor and mean attire
-	And with a kind of umber smirch my face;
-	The like do you: so shall we pass along
-	And never stir assailants.
-ROSALIND	Were it not better,
-	Because that I am more than common tall,
-	That I did suit me all points like a man?
-	A gallant curtle-axe upon my thigh,
-	A boar-spear in my hand; and--in my heart
-	Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will--
-	We'll have a swashing and a martial outside,
-	As many other mannish cowards have
-	That do outface it with their semblances.
-CELIA	What shall I call thee when thou art a man?
-ROSALIND	I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own page;
-	And therefore look you call me Ganymede.
-	But what will you be call'd?
-CELIA	Something that hath a reference to my state
-	No longer Celia, but Aliena.
-ROSALIND	But, cousin, what if we assay'd to steal
-	The clownish fool out of your father's court?
-	Would he not be a comfort to our travel?
-CELIA	He'll go along o'er the wide world with me;
-	Leave me alone to woo him. Let's away,
-	And get our jewels and our wealth together,
-	Devise the fittest time and safest way
-	To hide us from pursuit that will be made
-	After my flight. Now go we in content
-	To liberty and not to banishment.
-	[Exeunt]
-	AS YOU LIKE IT
-ACT II
-SCENE I	The Forest of Arden.
-	[Enter DUKE SENIOR, AMIENS, and two or three Lords,
-	like foresters]
-DUKE SENIOR	Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile,
-	Hath not old custom made this life more sweet
-	Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods
-	More free from peril than the envious court?
-	Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,
-	The seasons' difference, as the icy fang
-	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
-	'This is no flattery: these are counsellors
-	That feelingly persuade me what I am.'
-	Sweet are the uses of adversity,
-	Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
-	Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;
-	And this our life exempt from public haunt
-	Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
-	Sermons in stones and good in every thing.
-	I would not change it.
-AMIENS	Happy is your grace,
-	That can translate the stubbornness of fortune
-	Into so quiet and so sweet a style.
-DUKE SENIOR	Come, shall we go and kill us venison?
-	And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools,
-	Being native burghers of this desert city,
-	Should in their own confines with forked heads
-	Have their round haunches gored.
-First Lord	Indeed, my lord,
-	The melancholy Jaques grieves at that,
-	And, in that kind, swears you do more usurp
-	Than doth your brother that hath banish'd you.
-	To-day my Lord of Amiens and myself
-	Did steal behind him as he lay along
-	Under an oak whose antique root peeps out
-	Upon the brook that brawls along this wood:
-	To the which place a poor sequester'd stag,
-	That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt,
-	Did come to languish, and indeed, my lord,
-	The wretched animal heaved forth such groans
-	That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat
-	Almost to bursting, and the big round tears
-	Coursed one another down his innocent nose
-	In piteous chase; and thus the hairy fool
-	Much marked of the melancholy Jaques,
-	Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook,
-	Augmenting it with tears.
-DUKE SENIOR	But what said Jaques?
-	Did he not moralize this spectacle?
-First Lord	O, yes, into a thousand similes.
-	First, for his weeping into the needless stream;
-	'Poor deer,' quoth he, 'thou makest a testament
-	As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more
-	To that which had too much:' then, being there alone,
-	Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends,
-	''Tis right:' quoth he; 'thus misery doth part
-	The flux of company:' anon a careless herd,
-	Full of the pasture, jumps along by him
-	And never stays to greet him; 'Ay' quoth Jaques,
-	'Sweep on, you fat and greasy 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,
-	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
-	In their assign'd and native dwelling-place.
-DUKE SENIOR	And did you leave him in this contemplation?
-Second Lord	We did, my lord, weeping and commenting
-	Upon the sobbing deer.
-DUKE SENIOR	Show me the place:
-	I love to cope him in these sullen fits,
-	For then he's full of matter.
-First Lord	I'll bring you to him straight.
-	[Exeunt]
-	AS YOU LIKE IT
-ACT II
-SCENE II	A room in the palace.
-	[Enter DUKE FREDERICK, with Lords]
-DUKE FREDERICK	Can it be possible that no man saw them?
-	It cannot be: some villains of my court
-	Are of consent and sufferance in this.
-First Lord	I cannot hear of any that did see her.
-	The ladies, her attendants of her chamber,
-	Saw her abed, and in the morning early
-	They found the bed untreasured of their mistress.
-Second Lord	My lord, the roynish clown, at whom so oft
-	Your grace was wont to laugh, is also missing.
-	Hisperia, the princess' gentlewoman,
-	Confesses that she secretly o'erheard
-	Your daughter and her cousin much commend
-	The parts and graces of the wrestler
-	That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles;
-	And she believes, wherever they are gone,
-	That youth is surely in their company.
-DUKE FREDERICK	Send to his brother; fetch that gallant hither;
-	If he be absent, bring his brother to me;
-	I'll make him find him: do this suddenly,
-	And let not search and inquisition quail
-	To bring again these foolish runaways.
-	[Exeunt]
-	AS YOU LIKE IT
-ACT II
-SCENE III	Before OLIVER'S house.
-	[Enter ORLANDO and ADAM, meeting]
-ORLANDO	Who's there?
-ADAM	What, my young master? O, my gentle master!
-	O my sweet master! O you memory
-	Of old Sir Rowland! why, what make you here?
-	Why are you virtuous? why do people love you?
-	And wherefore are you gentle, strong and valiant?
-	Why would you be so fond to overcome
-	The bonny priser of the humorous duke?
-	Your praise is come too swiftly home before you.
-	Know you not, master, to some kind of men
-	Their graces serve them but as enemies?
-	No more do yours: your virtues, gentle master,
-	Are sanctified and holy traitors to you.
-	O, what a world is this, when what is comely
-	Envenoms him that bears it!
-ORLANDO	Why, what's the matter?
-ADAM	O unhappy youth!
-	Come not within these doors; within this roof
-	The enemy of all your graces lives:
-	Your brother--no, no brother; yet the son--
-	Yet not the son, I will not call him son
-	Of him I was about to call his father--
-	Hath heard your praises, and this night he means
-	To burn the lodging where you use to lie
-	And you within it: if he fail of that,
-	He will have other means to cut you off.
-	I overheard him and his practises.
-	This is no place; this house is but a butchery:
-	Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it.
-ORLANDO	Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go?
-ADAM	No matter whither, so you come not here.
-ORLANDO	What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my food?
-	Or with a base and boisterous sword enforce
-	A thievish living on the common road?
-	This I must do, or know not what to do:
-	Yet this I will not do, do how I can;
-	I rather will subject me to the malice
-	Of a diverted blood and bloody brother.
-ADAM	But do not so. I have five hundred crowns,
-	The thrifty hire I saved under your father,
-	Which I did store to be my foster-nurse
-	When service should in my old limbs lie lame
-	And unregarded age in corners thrown:
-	Take that, and He that doth the ravens feed,
-	Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,
-	Be comfort to my age! Here is the gold;
-	And all this I give you. Let me be your servant:
-	Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty;
-	For in my youth I never did apply
-	Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood,
-	Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo
-	The means of weakness and debility;
-	Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,
-	Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you;
-	I'll do the service of a younger man
-	In all your business and necessities.
-ORLANDO	O good old man, how well in thee appears
-	The constant service of the antique world,
-	When service sweat for duty, not for meed!
-	Thou art not for the fashion of these times,
-	Where none will sweat but for promotion,
-	And having that, do choke their service up
-	Even with the having: it is not so with thee.
-	But, poor old man, thou prunest a rotten tree,
-	That cannot so much as a blossom yield
-	In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry
-	But come thy ways; well go along together,
-	And ere we have thy youthful wages spent,
-	We'll light upon some settled low content.
-ADAM	Master, go on, and I will follow thee,
-	To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty.
-	From seventeen years till now almost fourscore
-	Here lived I, but now live here no more.
-	At seventeen years many their fortunes seek;
-	But at fourscore it is too late a week:
-	Yet fortune cannot recompense me better
-	Than to die well and not my master's debtor.
-	[Exeunt]
-	AS YOU LIKE IT
-ACT II
-SCENE IV	The Forest of Arden.
-	[Enter ROSALIND for Ganymede, CELIA for Aliena,
-	and TOUCHSTONE]
-ROSALIND	O Jupiter, how weary are my spirits!
-TOUCHSTONE	I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary.
-ROSALIND	I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's
-	apparel and to cry like a woman; but I must comfort
-	the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to show
-	itself courageous to petticoat: therefore courage,
-	good Aliena!
-CELIA	I pray you, bear with me; I cannot go no further.
-TOUCHSTONE	For my part, I had rather bear with you than bear
-	you; yet I should bear no cross if I did bear you,
-	for I think you have no money in your purse.
-ROSALIND	Well, this is the forest of Arden.
-TOUCHSTONE	Ay, now am I in Arden; the more fool I; when I was
-	at home, I was in a better place: but travellers
-	must be content.
-ROSALIND	Ay, be so, good Touchstone.
-	[Enter CORIN and SILVIUS]
-	Look you, who comes here; a young man and an old in
-	solemn talk.
-CORIN	That is the way to make her scorn you still.
-SILVIUS	O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love her!
-CORIN	I partly guess; for I have loved ere now.
-SILVIUS	No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess,
-	Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover
-	As ever sigh'd upon a midnight pillow:
-	But if thy love were ever like to mine--
-	As sure I think did never man love so--
-	How many actions most ridiculous
-	Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?
-CORIN	Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
-SILVIUS	O, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily!
-	If thou remember'st not the slightest folly
-	That ever love did make thee run into,
-	Thou hast not loved:
-	Or if thou hast not sat as I do now,
-	Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress' praise,
-	Thou hast not loved:
-	Or if thou hast not broke from company
-	Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,
-	Thou hast not loved.
-	O Phebe, Phebe, Phebe!
-	[Exit]
-ROSALIND	Alas, poor shepherd! searching of thy wound,
-	I have by hard adventure found mine own.
-TOUCHSTONE	And I mine. I remember, when I was in love I broke
-	my sword upon a stone and bid him take that for
-	coming a-night to Jane Smile; and I remember the
-	kissing of her batlet and the cow's dugs that her
-	pretty chopt hands had milked; and I remember the
-	wooing of a peascod instead of her, from whom I took
-	two cods and, giving her them again, said with
-	weeping tears 'Wear these for my sake.' We that are
-	true lovers run into strange capers; but as all is
-	mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.
-ROSALIND	Thou speakest wiser than thou art ware of.
-TOUCHSTONE	Nay, I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I
-	break my shins against it.
-ROSALIND	Jove, Jove! this shepherd's passion
-	Is much upon my fashion.
-TOUCHSTONE	And mine; but it grows something stale with me.
-CELIA	I pray you, one of you question yond man
-	If he for gold will give us any food:
-	I faint almost to death.
-TOUCHSTONE	Holla, you clown!
-ROSALIND	Peace, fool: he's not thy kinsman.
-CORIN	Who calls?
-TOUCHSTONE	Your betters, sir.
-CORIN	                  Else are they very wretched.
-ROSALIND	Peace, I say. Good even to you, friend.
-CORIN	And to you, gentle sir, and to you all.
-ROSALIND	I prithee, shepherd, if that love or gold
-	Can in this desert place buy entertainment,
-	Bring us where we may rest ourselves and feed:
-	Here's a young maid with travel much oppress'd
-	And faints for succor.
-CORIN	Fair sir, I pity her
-	And wish, for her sake more than for mine own,
-	My fortunes were more able to relieve her;
-	But I am shepherd to another man
-	And do not shear the fleeces that I graze:
-	My master is of churlish disposition
-	And little recks to find the way to heaven
-	By doing deeds of hospitality:
-	Besides, his cote, his flocks and bounds of feed
-	Are now on sale, and at our sheepcote now,
-	By reason of his absence, there is nothing
-	That you will feed on; but what is, come see.
-	And in my voice most welcome shall you be.
-ROSALIND	What is he that shall buy his flock and pasture?
-CORIN	That young swain that you saw here but erewhile,
-	That little cares for buying any thing.
-ROSALIND	I pray thee, if it stand with honesty,
-	Buy thou the cottage, pasture and the flock,
-	And thou shalt have to pay for it of us.
-CELIA	And we will mend thy wages. I like this place.
-	And willingly could waste my time in it.
-CORIN	Assuredly the thing is to be sold:
-	Go with me: if you like upon report
-	The soil, the profit and this kind of life,
-	I will your very faithful feeder be
-	And buy it with your gold right suddenly.
-	[Exeunt]
-	AS YOU LIKE IT
-ACT II
-SCENE V	The Forest.
-	[Enter AMIENS, JAQUES, and others]
-	SONG.
-AMIENS	Under the greenwood tree
-	Who loves to lie with me,
-	And turn his merry note
-	Unto the sweet bird's throat,
-	Come hither, come hither, come hither:
-	Here shall he see No enemy
-	But winter and rough weather.
-JAQUES	More, more, I prithee, more.
-AMIENS	It will make you melancholy, Monsieur Jaques.
-JAQUES	I thank it. More, I prithee, more. I can suck
-	melancholy out of a song, as a weasel sucks eggs.
-	More, I prithee, more.
-AMIENS	My voice is ragged: I know I cannot please you.
-JAQUES	I do not desire you to please me; I do desire you to
-	sing. Come, more; another stanzo: call you 'em stanzos?
-AMIENS	What you will, Monsieur Jaques.
-JAQUES	Nay, I care not for their names; they owe me
-	nothing. Will you sing?
-AMIENS	More at your request than to please myself.
-JAQUES	Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you;
-	but that they call compliment is like the encounter
-	of two dog-apes, and when a man thanks me heartily,
-	methinks I have given him a penny and he renders me
-	the beggarly thanks. Come, sing; and you that will
-	not, hold your tongues.
-AMIENS	Well, I'll end the song. Sirs, cover the while; the
-	duke will drink under this tree. He hath been all
-	this day to look you.
-JAQUES	And I have been all this day to avoid him. He is
-	too disputable for my company: I think of as many
-	matters as he, but I give heaven thanks and make no
-	boast of them. Come, warble, come.
-	SONG.
-	Who doth ambition shun
-	[All together here]
-	And loves to live i' the sun,
-	Seeking the food he eats
-	And pleased with what he gets,
-	Come hither, come hither, come hither:
-	Here shall he see No enemy
-	But winter and rough weather.
-JAQUES	I'll give you a verse to this note that I made
-	yesterday in despite of my invention.
-AMIENS	And I'll sing it.
-JAQUES	Thus it goes:--
-	If it do come to pass
-	That any man turn ass,
-	Leaving his wealth and ease,
-	A stubborn will to please,
-	Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame:
-	Here shall he see
-	Gross fools as he,
-	An if he will come to me.
-AMIENS	What's that 'ducdame'?
-JAQUES	'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a
-	circle. I'll go sleep, if I can; if I cannot, I'll
-	rail against all the first-born of Egypt.
-AMIENS	And I'll go seek the duke: his banquet is prepared.
-	[Exeunt severally]
-	AS YOU LIKE IT
-ACT II
-SCENE VI	The forest.
-	[Enter ORLANDO and ADAM]
-ADAM	Dear master, I can go no further. O, I die for food!
-	Here lie I down, and measure out my grave. Farewell,
-	kind master.
-ORLANDO	Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee? Live
-	a little; comfort a little; cheer thyself a little.
-	If this uncouth forest yield any thing savage, I
-	will either be food for it or bring it for food to
-	thee. Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers.
-	For my sake be comfortable; hold death awhile at
-	the arm's end: I will here be with thee presently;
-	and if I bring thee not something to eat, I will
-	give thee leave to die: but if thou diest before I
-	come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well said!
-	thou lookest cheerly, and I'll be with thee quickly.
-	Yet thou liest in the bleak air: come, I will bear
-	thee to some shelter; and thou shalt not die for
-	lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this
-	desert. Cheerly, good Adam!
-	[Exeunt]
-	AS YOU LIKE IT
-ACT II
-SCENE VII	The forest.
-	[A table set out. Enter DUKE SENIOR, AMIENS, and
-	Lords like outlaws]
-DUKE SENIOR	I think he be transform'd into a beast;
-	For I can no where find him like a man.
-First Lord	My lord, he is but even now gone hence:
-	Here was he merry, hearing of a song.
-DUKE SENIOR	If he, compact of jars, grow musical,
-	We shall have shortly discord in the spheres.
-	Go, seek him: tell him I would speak with him.
-	[Enter JAQUES]
-First Lord	He saves my labour by his own approach.
-DUKE SENIOR	Why, how now, monsieur! what a life is this,
-	That your poor friends must woo your company?
-	What, you look merrily!
-JAQUES	A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' the forest,
-	A motley fool; a miserable world!
-	As I do live by food, I met a fool
-	Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun,
-	And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms,
-	In good set terms and yet a motley fool.
-	'Good morrow, fool,' quoth I. 'No, sir,' quoth he,
-	'Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune:'
-	And then he drew a dial from his poke,
-	And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye,
-	Says very wisely, 'It is ten o'clock:
-	Thus we may see,' quoth he, 'how the world wags:
-	'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine,
-	And after one hour more 'twill be eleven;
-	And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe,
-	And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot;
-	And thereby hangs a tale.' When I did hear
-	The motley fool thus moral on the time,
-	My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,
-	That fools should be so deep-contemplative,
-	And I did laugh sans intermission
-	An hour by his dial. O noble fool!
-	A worthy fool! Motley's the only wear.
-DUKE SENIOR	What fool is this?
-JAQUES	O worthy fool! One that hath been a courtier,
-	And says, if ladies be but young and fair,
-	They have the gift to know it: and in his brain,
-	Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit
-	After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd
-	With observation, the which he vents
-	In mangled forms. O that I were a fool!
-	I am ambitious for a motley coat.
-DUKE SENIOR	Thou shalt have one.
-JAQUES	It is my only suit;
-	Provided that you weed your better judgments
-	Of all opinion that grows rank in them
-	That I am wise. I must have liberty
-	Withal, as large a charter as the wind,
-	To blow on whom I please; for so fools have;
-	And they that are most galled with my folly,
-	They most must laugh. And why, sir, must they so?
-	The 'why' is plain as way to parish church:
-	He that a fool doth very wisely hit
-	Doth very foolishly, although he smart,
-	Not to seem senseless of the bob: if not,
-	The wise man's folly is anatomized
-	Even by the squandering glances of the fool.
-	Invest me in my motley; give me leave
-	To speak my mind, and I will through and through
-	Cleanse the foul body of the infected world,
-	If they will patiently receive my medicine.
-DUKE SENIOR	Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst do.
-JAQUES	What, for a counter, would I do but good?
-DUKE SENIOR	Most mischievous foul sin, in chiding sin:
-	For thou thyself hast been a libertine,
-	As sensual as the brutish sting itself;
-	And all the embossed sores and headed evils,
-	That thou with licence of free foot hast caught,
-	Wouldst thou disgorge into the general world.
-JAQUES	Why, who cries out on pride,
-	That can therein tax any private party?
-	Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea,
-	Till that the weary very means do ebb?
-	What woman in the city do I name,
-	When that I say the city-woman bears
-	The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders?
-	Who can come in and say that I mean her,
-	When such a one as she such is her neighbour?
-	Or what is he of basest function
-	That says his bravery is not of my cost,
-	Thinking that I mean him, but therein suits
-	His folly to the mettle of my speech?
-	There then; how then? what then? Let me see wherein
-	My tongue hath wrong'd him: if it do him right,
-	Then he hath wrong'd himself; if he be free,
-	Why then my taxing like a wild-goose flies,
-	Unclaim'd of any man. But who comes here?
-	[Enter ORLANDO, with his sword drawn]
-ORLANDO	Forbear, and eat no more.
-JAQUES	Why, I have eat none yet.
-ORLANDO	Nor shalt not, till necessity be served.
-JAQUES	Of what kind should this cock come of?
-DUKE SENIOR	Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy distress,
-	Or else a rude despiser of good manners,
-	That in civility thou seem'st so empty?
-ORLANDO	You touch'd my vein at first: the thorny point
-	Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show
-	Of smooth civility: yet am I inland bred
-	And know some nurture. But forbear, I say:
-	He dies that touches any of this fruit
-	Till I and my affairs are answered.
-JAQUES	An you will not be answered with reason, I must die.
-DUKE SENIOR	What would you have? Your gentleness shall force
-	More than your force move us to gentleness.
-ORLANDO	I almost die for food; and let me have it.
-DUKE SENIOR	Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table.
-ORLANDO	Speak you so gently? Pardon me, I pray you:
-	I thought that all things had been savage here;
-	And therefore put I on the countenance
-	Of stern commandment. But whate'er you are
-	That in this desert inaccessible,
-	Under the shade of melancholy boughs,
-	Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time
-	If ever you have look'd on better days,
-	If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church,
-	If ever sat at any good man's feast,
-	If ever from your eyelids wiped a tear
-	And know what 'tis to pity and be pitied,
-	Let gentleness my strong enforcement be:
-	In the which hope I blush, and hide my sword.
-DUKE SENIOR	True is it that we have seen better days,
-	And have with holy bell been knoll'd to church
-	And sat at good men's feasts and wiped our eyes
-	Of drops that sacred pity hath engender'd:
-	And therefore sit you down in gentleness
-	And take upon command what help we have
-	That to your wanting may be minister'd.
-ORLANDO	Then but forbear your food a little while,
-	Whiles, like a doe, I go to find my fawn
-	And give it food. There is an old poor man,
-	Who after me hath many a weary step
-	Limp'd in pure love: till he be first sufficed,
-	Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger,
-	I will not touch a bit.
-DUKE SENIOR	Go find him out,
-	And we will nothing waste till you return.
-ORLANDO	I thank ye; and be blest for your good comfort!
-	[Exit]
-DUKE SENIOR	Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy:
-	This wide and universal theatre
-	Presents more woeful pageants than the scene
-	Wherein we play in.
-JAQUES	All the world's a stage,
-	And all the men and women merely players:
-	They have their exits and their entrances;
-	And one man in his time plays many parts,
-	His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
-	Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
-	And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
-	And shining morning face, creeping like snail
-	Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
-	Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
-	Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
-	Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
-	Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
-	Seeking the bubble reputation
-	Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
-	In fair round belly with good capon lined,
-	With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
-	Full of wise saws and modern instances;
-	And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
-	Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
-	With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
-	His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
-	For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
-	Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
-	And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
-	That ends this strange eventful history,
-	Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
-	Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
-	[Re-enter ORLANDO, with ADAM]
-DUKE SENIOR	Welcome. Set down your venerable burthen,
-	And let him feed.
-ORLANDO	I thank you most for him.
-ADAM	So had you need:
-	I scarce can speak to thank you for myself.
-DUKE SENIOR	Welcome; fall to: I will not trouble you
-	As yet, to question you about your fortunes.
-	Give us some music; and, good cousin, sing.
-	SONG.
-AMIENS	Blow, blow, thou winter wind.
-	Thou art not so unkind
-	As man's ingratitude;
-	Thy tooth is not so keen,
-	Because thou art not seen,
-	Although thy breath be rude.
-	Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
-	Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
-	Then, heigh-ho, the holly!
-	This life is most jolly.
-	Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
-	That dost not bite so nigh
-	As benefits forgot:
-	Though thou the waters warp,
-	Thy sting is not so sharp
-	As friend remember'd not.
-	Heigh-ho! sing, &c.
-DUKE SENIOR	If that you were the good Sir Rowland's son,
-	As you have whisper'd faithfully you were,
-	And as mine eye doth his effigies witness
-	Most truly limn'd and living in your face,
-	Be truly welcome hither: I am the duke
-	That loved your father: the residue of your fortune,
-	Go to my cave and tell me. Good old man,
-	Thou art right welcome as thy master is.
-	Support him by the arm. Give me your hand,
-	And let me all your fortunes understand.
-	[Exeunt]
-	AS YOU LIKE IT
-ACT III
-SCENE I	A room in the palace.
-	[Enter DUKE FREDERICK, Lords, and OLIVER]
-DUKE FREDERICK	Not see him since? Sir, sir, that cannot be:
-	But were I not the better part made mercy,
-	I should not seek an absent argument
-	Of my revenge, thou present. But look to it:
-	Find out thy brother, wheresoe'er he is;
-	Seek him with candle; bring him dead or living
-	Within this twelvemonth, or turn thou no more
-	To seek a living in our territory.
-	Thy lands and all things that thou dost call thine
-	Worth seizure do we seize into our hands,
-	Till thou canst quit thee by thy brothers mouth
-	Of what we think against thee.
-OLIVER	O that your highness knew my heart in this!
-	I never loved my brother in my life.
-DUKE FREDERICK	More villain thou. Well, push him out of doors;
-	And let my officers of such a nature
-	Make an extent upon his house and lands:
-	Do this expediently and turn him going.
-	[Exeunt]
-	AS YOU LIKE IT
-ACT III
-SCENE II	The forest.
-	[Enter ORLANDO, with a paper]
-ORLANDO	Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love:
-	And thou, thrice-crowned queen of night, survey
-	With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above,
-	Thy huntress' name that my full life doth sway.
-	O Rosalind! these trees shall be my books
-	And in their barks my thoughts I'll character;
-	That every eye which in this forest looks
-	Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where.
-	Run, run, Orlando; carve on every tree
-	The fair, the chaste and unexpressive she.
-	[Exit]
-	[Enter CORIN and TOUCHSTONE]
-CORIN	And how like you this shepherd's life, Master Touchstone?
-TOUCHSTONE	Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good
-	life, but in respect that it is a shepherd's life,
-	it is naught. In respect that it is solitary, I
-	like it very well; but in respect that it is
-	private, it is a very vile life. Now, in respect it
-	is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in
-	respect it is not in the court, it is tedious. As
-	is it a spare life, look you, it fits my humour well;
-	but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much
-	against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd?
-CORIN	No more but that I know the more one sickens the
-	worse at ease he is; and that he that wants money,
-	means and content is without three good friends;
-	that the property of rain is to wet and fire to
-	burn; that good pasture makes fat sheep, and that a
-	great cause of the night is lack of the sun; that
-	he that hath learned no wit by nature nor art may
-	complain of good breeding or comes of a very dull kindred.
-TOUCHSTONE	Such a one is a natural philosopher. Wast ever in
-	court, shepherd?
-CORIN	No, truly.
-TOUCHSTONE	Then thou art damned.
-CORIN	Nay, I hope.
-TOUCHSTONE	Truly, thou art damned like an ill-roasted egg, all
-	on one side.
-CORIN	For not being at court? Your reason.
-TOUCHSTONE	Why, if thou never wast at court, thou never sawest
-	good manners; if thou never sawest good manners,
-	then thy manners must be wicked; and wickedness is
-	sin, and sin is damnation. Thou art in a parlous
-	state, shepherd.
-CORIN	Not a whit, Touchstone: those that are good manners
-	at the court are as ridiculous in the country as the
-	behavior of the country is most mockable at the
-	court. You told me you salute not at the court, but
-	you kiss your hands: that courtesy would be
-	uncleanly, if courtiers were shepherds.
-TOUCHSTONE	Instance, briefly; come, instance.
-CORIN	Why, we are still handling our ewes, and their
-	fells, you know, are greasy.
-TOUCHSTONE	Why, do not your courtier's hands sweat? and is not
-	the grease of a mutton as wholesome as the sweat of
-	a man? Shallow, shallow. A better instance, I say; come.
-CORIN	Besides, our hands are hard.
-TOUCHSTONE	Your lips will feel them the sooner. Shallow again.
-	A more sounder instance, come.
-CORIN	And they are often tarred over with the surgery of
-	our sheep: and would you have us kiss tar? The
-	courtier's hands are perfumed with civet.
-TOUCHSTONE	Most shallow man! thou worms-meat, in respect of a
-	good piece of flesh indeed! Learn of the wise, and
-	perpend: civet is of a baser birth than tar, the
-	very uncleanly flux of a cat. Mend the instance, shepherd.
-CORIN	You have too courtly a wit for me: I'll rest.
-TOUCHSTONE	Wilt thou rest damned? God help thee, shallow man!
-	God make incision in thee! thou art raw.
-CORIN	Sir, I am a true labourer: I earn that I eat, get
-	that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man's
-	happiness, glad of other men's good, content with my
-	harm, and the greatest of my pride is to see my ewes
-	graze and my lambs suck.
-TOUCHSTONE	That is another simple sin in you, to bring the ewes
-	and the rams together and to offer to get your
-	living by the copulation of cattle; to be bawd to a
-	bell-wether, and to betray a she-lamb of a
-	twelvemonth to a crooked-pated, old, cuckoldly ram,
-	out of all reasonable match. If thou beest not
-	damned for this, the devil himself will have no
-	shepherds; I cannot see else how thou shouldst
-	'scape.
-CORIN	Here comes young Master Ganymede, my new mistress's brother.
-	[Enter ROSALIND, with a paper, reading]
-ROSALIND	     From the east to western Ind,
-	No jewel is like Rosalind.
-	Her worth, being mounted on the wind,
-	Through all the world bears Rosalind.
-	All the pictures fairest lined
-	Are but black to Rosalind.
-	Let no fair be kept in mind
-	But the fair of Rosalind.
-TOUCHSTONE	I'll rhyme you so eight years together, dinners and
-	suppers and sleeping-hours excepted: it is the
-	right butter-women's rank to market.
-ROSALIND	Out, fool!
-TOUCHSTONE	For a taste:
-	If a hart do lack a hind,
-	Let him seek out Rosalind.
-	If the cat will after kind,
-	So be sure will Rosalind.
-	Winter garments must be lined,
-	So must slender Rosalind.
-	They that reap must sheaf and bind;
-	Then to cart with Rosalind.
-	Sweetest nut hath sourest rind,
-	Such a nut is Rosalind.
-	He that sweetest rose will find
-	Must find love's prick and Rosalind.
-	This is the very false gallop of verses: why do you
-	infect yourself with them?
-ROSALIND	Peace, you dull fool! I found them on a tree.
-TOUCHSTONE	Truly, the tree yields bad fruit.
-ROSALIND	I'll graff it with you, and then I shall graff it
-	with a medlar: then it will be the earliest fruit
-	i' the country; for you'll be rotten ere you be half
-	ripe, and that's the right virtue of the medlar.
-TOUCHSTONE	You have said; but whether wisely or no, let the
-	forest judge.
-	[Enter CELIA, with a writing]
-ROSALIND	Peace! Here comes my sister, reading: stand aside.
-CELIA	[Reads]
-	Why should this a desert be?
-	For it is unpeopled? No:
-	Tongues I'll hang on every tree,
-	That shall civil sayings show:
-	Some, how brief the life of man
-	Runs his erring pilgrimage,
-	That the stretching of a span
-	Buckles in his sum of age;
-	Some, of violated vows
-	'Twixt the souls of friend and friend:
-	But upon the fairest boughs,
-	Or at every sentence end,
-	Will I Rosalinda write,
-	Teaching all that read to know
-	The quintessence of every sprite
-	Heaven would in little show.
-	Therefore Heaven Nature charged
-	That one body should be fill'd
-	With all graces wide-enlarged:
-	Nature presently distill'd
-	Helen's cheek, but not her heart,
-	Cleopatra's majesty,
-	Atalanta's better part,
-	Sad Lucretia's modesty.
-	Thus Rosalind of many parts
-	By heavenly synod was devised,
-	Of many faces, eyes and hearts,
-	To have the touches dearest prized.
-	Heaven would that she these gifts should have,
-	And I to live and die her slave.
-ROSALIND	O most gentle pulpiter! what tedious homily of love
-	have you wearied your parishioners withal, and never
-	cried 'Have patience, good people!'
-CELIA	How now! back, friends! Shepherd, go off a little.
-	Go with him, sirrah.
-TOUCHSTONE	Come, shepherd, let us make an honourable retreat;
-	though not with bag and baggage, yet with scrip and scrippage.
-	[Exeunt CORIN and TOUCHSTONE]
-CELIA	Didst thou hear these verses?
-ROSALIND	O, yes, I heard them all, and more too; for some of
-	them had in them more feet than the verses would bear.
-CELIA	That's no matter: the feet might bear the verses.
-ROSALIND	Ay, but the feet were lame and could not bear
-	themselves without the verse and therefore stood
-	lamely in the verse.
-CELIA	But didst thou hear without wondering how thy name
-	should be hanged and carved upon these trees?
-ROSALIND	I was seven of the nine days out of the wonder
-	before you came; for look here what I found on a
-	palm-tree. I was never so be-rhymed since
-	Pythagoras' time, that I was an Irish rat, which I
-	can hardly remember.
-CELIA	Trow you who hath done this?
-ROSALIND	Is it a man?
-CELIA	And a chain, that you once wore, about his neck.
-	Change you colour?
-ROSALIND	I prithee, who?
-CELIA	O Lord, Lord! it is a hard matter for friends to
-	meet; but mountains may be removed with earthquakes
-	and so encounter.
-ROSALIND	Nay, but who is it?
-CELIA	Is it possible?
-ROSALIND	Nay, I prithee now with most petitionary vehemence,
-	tell me who it is.
-CELIA	O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful
-	wonderful! and yet again wonderful, and after that,
-	out of all hooping!
-ROSALIND	Good my complexion! dost thou think, though I am
-	caparisoned like a man, I have a doublet and hose in
-	my disposition? One inch of delay more is a
-	South-sea of discovery; I prithee, tell me who is it
-	quickly, and speak apace. I would thou couldst
-	stammer, that thou mightst pour this concealed man
-	out of thy mouth, as wine comes out of a narrow-
-	mouthed bottle, either too much at once, or none at
-	all. I prithee, take the cork out of thy mouth that
-	may drink thy tidings.
-CELIA	So you may put a man in your belly.
-ROSALIND	Is he of God's making? What manner of man? Is his
-	head worth a hat, or his chin worth a beard?
-CELIA	Nay, he hath but a little beard.
-ROSALIND	Why, God will send more, if the man will be
-	thankful: let me stay the growth of his beard, if
-	thou delay me not the knowledge of his chin.
-CELIA	It is young Orlando, that tripped up the wrestler's
-	heels and your heart both in an instant.
-ROSALIND	Nay, but the devil take mocking: speak, sad brow and
-	true maid.
-CELIA	I' faith, coz, 'tis he.
-ROSALIND	Orlando?
-CELIA	Orlando.
-ROSALIND	Alas the day! what shall I do with my doublet and
-	hose? What did he when thou sawest him? What said
-	he? How looked he? Wherein went he? What makes
-	him here? Did he ask for me? Where remains he?
-	How parted he with thee? and when shalt thou see
-	him again? Answer me in one word.
-CELIA	You must borrow me Gargantua's mouth first: 'tis a
-	word too great for any mouth of this age's size. To
-	say ay and no to these particulars is more than to
-	answer in a catechism.
-ROSALIND	But doth he know that I am in this forest and in
-	man's apparel? Looks he as freshly as he did the
-	day he wrestled?
-CELIA	It is as easy to count atomies as to resolve the
-	propositions of a lover; but take a taste of my
-	finding him, and relish it with good observance.
-	I found him under a tree, like a dropped acorn.
-ROSALIND	It may well be called Jove's tree, when it drops
-	forth such fruit.
-CELIA	Give me audience, good madam.
-ROSALIND	Proceed.
-CELIA	There lay he, stretched along, like a wounded knight.
-ROSALIND	Though it be pity to see such a sight, it well
-	becomes the ground.
-CELIA	Cry 'holla' to thy tongue, I prithee; it curvets
-	unseasonably. He was furnished like a hunter.
-ROSALIND	O, ominous! he comes to kill my heart.
-CELIA	I would sing my song without a burden: thou bringest
-	me out of tune.
-ROSALIND	Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must
-	speak. Sweet, say on.
-CELIA	You bring me out. Soft! comes he not here?
-	[Enter ORLANDO and JAQUES]
-ROSALIND	'Tis he: slink by, and note him.
-JAQUES	I thank you for your company; but, good faith, I had
-	as lief have been myself alone.
-ORLANDO	And so had I; but yet, for fashion sake, I thank you
-	too for your society.
-JAQUES	God be wi' you: let's meet as little as we can.
-ORLANDO	I do desire we may be better strangers.
-JAQUES	I pray you, mar no more trees with writing
-	love-songs in their barks.
-ORLANDO	I pray you, mar no more of my verses with reading
-	them ill-favouredly.
-JAQUES	Rosalind is your love's name?
-ORLANDO	Yes, just.
-JAQUES	I do not like her name.
-ORLANDO	There was no thought of pleasing you when she was
-	christened.
-JAQUES	What stature is she of?
-ORLANDO	Just as high as my heart.
-JAQUES	You are full of pretty answers. Have you not been
-	acquainted with goldsmiths' wives, and conned them
-	out of rings?
-ORLANDO	Not so; but I answer you right painted cloth, from
-	whence you have studied your questions.
-JAQUES	You have a nimble wit: I think 'twas made of
-	Atalanta's heels. Will you sit down with me? and
-	we two will rail against our mistress the world and
-	all our misery.
-ORLANDO	I will chide no breather in the world but myself,
-	against whom I know most faults.
-JAQUES	The worst fault you have is to be in love.
-ORLANDO	'Tis a fault I will not change for your best virtue.
-	I am weary of you.
-JAQUES	By my troth, I was seeking for a fool when I found
-	you.
-ORLANDO	He is drowned in the brook: look but in, and you
-	shall see him.
-JAQUES	There I shall see mine own figure.
-ORLANDO	Which I take to be either a fool or a cipher.
-JAQUES	I'll tarry no longer with you: farewell, good
-	Signior Love.
-ORLANDO	I am glad of your departure: adieu, good Monsieur
-	Melancholy.
-	[Exit JAQUES]
-ROSALIND	[Aside to CELIA]  I will speak to him, like a saucy
-	lackey and under that habit play the knave with him.
-	Do you hear, forester?
-ORLANDO	Very well: what would you?
-ROSALIND	I pray you, what is't o'clock?
-ORLANDO	You should ask me what time o' day: there's no clock
-	in the forest.
-ROSALIND	Then there is no true lover in the forest; else
-	sighing every minute and groaning every hour would
-	detect the lazy foot of Time as well as a clock.
-ORLANDO	And why not the swift foot of Time? had not that
-	been as proper?
-ROSALIND	By no means, sir: Time travels in divers paces with
-	divers persons. I'll tell you who Time ambles
-	withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops
-	withal and who he stands still withal.
-ORLANDO	I prithee, who doth he trot withal?
-ROSALIND	Marry, he trots hard with a young maid between the
-	contract of her marriage and the day it is
-	solemnized: if the interim be but a se'nnight,
-	Time's pace is so hard that it seems the length of
-	seven year.
-ORLANDO	Who ambles Time withal?
-ROSALIND	With a priest that lacks Latin and a rich man that
-	hath not the gout, for the one sleeps easily because
-	he cannot study, and the other lives merrily because
-	he feels no pain, the one lacking the burden of lean
-	and wasteful learning, the other knowing no burden
-	of heavy tedious penury; these Time ambles withal.
-ORLANDO	Who doth he gallop withal?
-ROSALIND	With a thief to the gallows, for though he go as
-	softly as foot can fall, he thinks himself too soon there.
-ORLANDO	Who stays it still withal?
-ROSALIND	With lawyers in the vacation, for they sleep between
-	term and term and then they perceive not how Time moves.
-ORLANDO	Where dwell you, pretty youth?
-ROSALIND	With this shepherdess, my sister; here in the
-	skirts of the forest, like fringe upon a petticoat.
-ORLANDO	Are you native of this place?
-ROSALIND	As the cony that you see dwell where she is kindled.
-ORLANDO	Your accent is something finer than you could
-	purchase in so removed a dwelling.
-ROSALIND	I have been told so of many: but indeed an old
-	religious uncle of mine taught me to speak, who was
-	in his youth an inland man; one that knew courtship
-	too well, for there he fell in love. I have heard
-	him read many lectures against it, and I thank God
-	I am not a woman, to be touched with so many
-	giddy offences as he hath generally taxed their
-	whole sex withal.
-ORLANDO	Can you remember any of the principal evils that he
-	laid to the charge of women?
-ROSALIND	There were none principal; they were all like one
-	another as half-pence are, every one fault seeming
-	monstrous till his fellow fault came to match it.
-ORLANDO	I prithee, recount some of them.
-ROSALIND	No, I will not cast away my physic but on those that
-	are sick. There is a man haunts the forest, that
-	abuses our young plants with carving 'Rosalind' on
-	their barks; hangs odes upon hawthorns and elegies
-	on brambles, all, forsooth, deifying the name of
-	Rosalind: if I could meet that fancy-monger I would
-	give him some good counsel, for he seems to have the
-	quotidian of love upon him.
-ORLANDO	I am he that is so love-shaked: I pray you tell me
-	your remedy.
-ROSALIND	There is none of my uncle's marks upon you: he
-	taught me how to know a man in love; in which cage
-	of rushes I am sure you are not prisoner.
-ORLANDO	What were his marks?
-ROSALIND	A lean cheek, which you have not, a blue eye and
-	sunken, which you have not, an unquestionable
-	spirit, which you have not, a beard neglected,
-	which you have not; but I pardon you for that, for
-	simply your having in beard is a younger brother's
-	revenue: then your hose should be ungartered, your
-	bonnet unbanded, your sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe
-	untied and every thing about you demonstrating a
-	careless desolation; but you are no such man; you
-	are rather point-device in your accoutrements as
-	loving yourself than seeming the lover of any other.
-ORLANDO	Fair youth, I would I could make thee believe I love.
-ROSALIND	Me believe it! you may as soon make her that you
-	love believe it; which, I warrant, she is apter to
-	do than to confess she does: that is one of the
-	points in the which women still give the lie to
-	their consciences. But, in good sooth, are you he
-	that hangs the verses on the trees, wherein Rosalind
-	is so admired?
-ORLANDO	I swear to thee, youth, by the white hand of
-	Rosalind, I am that he, that unfortunate he.
-ROSALIND	But are you so much in love as your rhymes speak?
-ORLANDO	Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much.
-ROSALIND	Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves
-	as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do: and
-	the reason why they are not so punished and cured
-	is, that the lunacy is so ordinary that the whippers
-	are in love too. Yet I profess curing it by counsel.
-ORLANDO	Did you ever cure any so?
-ROSALIND	Yes, one, and in this manner. He was to imagine me
-	his love, his mistress; and I set him every day to
-	woo me: at which time would I, being but a moonish
-	youth, grieve, be effeminate, changeable, longing
-	and liking, proud, fantastical, apish, shallow,
-	inconstant, full of tears, full of smiles, for every
-	passion something and for no passion truly any
-	thing, as boys and women are for the most part
-	cattle of this colour; would now like him, now loathe
-	him; then entertain him, then forswear him; now weep
-	for him, then spit at him; that I drave my suitor
-	from his mad humour of love to a living humour of
-	madness; which was, to forswear the full stream of
-	the world, and to live in a nook merely monastic.
-	And thus I cured him; and this way will I take upon
-	me to wash your liver as clean as a sound sheep's
-	heart, that there shall not be one spot of love in't.
-ORLANDO	I would not be cured, youth.
-ROSALIND	I would cure you, if you would but call me Rosalind
-	and come every day to my cote and woo me.
-ORLANDO	Now, by the faith of my love, I will: tell me
-	where it is.
-ROSALIND	Go with me to it and I'll show it you and by the way
-	you shall tell me where in the forest you live.
-	Will you go?
-ORLANDO	With all my heart, good youth.
-ROSALIND	Nay you must call me Rosalind. Come, sister, will you go?
-	[Exeunt]
-	AS YOU LIKE IT
-ACT III
-SCENE III	The forest.
-	[Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY; JAQUES behind]
-TOUCHSTONE	Come apace, good Audrey: I will fetch up your
-	goats, Audrey. And how, Audrey? am I the man yet?
-	doth my simple feature content you?
-AUDREY	Your features! Lord warrant us! what features!
-TOUCHSTONE	I am here with thee and thy goats, as the most
-	capricious poet, honest Ovid, was among the Goths.
-JAQUES	[Aside]  O knowledge ill-inhabited, worse than Jove
-	in a thatched house!
-TOUCHSTONE	When a man's verses cannot be understood, nor a
-	man's good wit seconded with the forward child
-	Understanding, it strikes a man more dead than a
-	great reckoning in a little room. Truly, I would
-	the gods had made thee poetical.
-AUDREY	I do not know what 'poetical' is: is it honest in
-	deed and word? is it a true thing?
-TOUCHSTONE	No, truly; for the truest poetry is the most
-	feigning; and lovers are given to poetry, and what
-	they swear in poetry may be said as lovers they do feign.
-AUDREY	Do you wish then that the gods had made me poetical?
-TOUCHSTONE	I do, truly; for thou swearest to me thou art
-	honest: now, if thou wert a poet, I might have some
-	hope thou didst feign.
-AUDREY	Would you not have me honest?
-TOUCHSTONE	No, truly, unless thou wert hard-favoured; for
-	honesty coupled to beauty is to have honey a sauce to sugar.
-JAQUES	[Aside]  A material fool!
-AUDREY	 Well, I am not fair; and therefore I pray the gods
-	make me honest.
-TOUCHSTONE	Truly, and to cast away honesty upon a foul slut
-	were to put good meat into an unclean dish.
-AUDREY	I am not a slut, though I thank the gods I am foul.
-TOUCHSTONE	Well, praised be the gods for thy foulness!
-	sluttishness may come hereafter. But be it as it may
-	be, I will marry thee, and to that end I have been
-	with Sir Oliver Martext, the vicar of the next
-	village, who hath promised to meet me in this place
-	of the forest and to couple us.
-JAQUES	[Aside]  I would fain see this meeting.
-AUDREY	Well, the gods give us joy!
-TOUCHSTONE	Amen. A man may, if he were of a fearful heart,
-	stagger in this attempt; for here we have no temple
-	but the wood, no assembly but horn-beasts. But what
-	though? Courage! As horns are odious, they are
-	necessary. It is said, 'many a man knows no end of
-	his goods:' right; many a man has good horns, and
-	knows no end of them. Well, that is the dowry of
-	his wife; 'tis none of his own getting. Horns?
-	Even so. Poor men alone? No, no; the noblest deer
-	hath them as huge as the rascal. Is the single man
-	therefore blessed? No: as a walled town is more
-	worthier than a village, so is the forehead of a
-	married man more honourable than the bare brow of a
-	bachelor; and by how much defence is better than no
-	skill, by so much is a horn more precious than to
-	want. Here comes Sir Oliver.
-	[Enter SIR OLIVER MARTEXT]
-	Sir Oliver Martext, you are well met: will you
-	dispatch us here under this tree, or shall we go
-	with you to your chapel?
-SIR OLIVER MARTEXT	Is there none here to give the woman?
-TOUCHSTONE	I will not take her on gift of any man.
-SIR OLIVER MARTEXT	Truly, she must be given, or the marriage is not lawful.
-JAQUES	[Advancing]
-	Proceed, proceed	I'll give her.
-TOUCHSTONE	Good even, good Master What-ye-call't: how do you,
-	sir? You are very well met: God 'ild you for your
-	last company: I am very glad to see you: even a
-	toy in hand here, sir: nay, pray be covered.
-JAQUES	Will you be married, motley?
-TOUCHSTONE	As the ox hath his bow, sir, the horse his curb and
-	the falcon her bells, so man hath his desires; and
-	as pigeons bill, so wedlock would be nibbling.
-JAQUES	And will you, being a man of your breeding, be
-	married under a bush like a beggar? Get you to
-	church, and have a good priest that can tell you
-	what marriage is: this fellow will but join you
-	together as they join wainscot; then one of you will
-	prove a shrunk panel and, like green timber, warp, warp.
-TOUCHSTONE	[Aside]  I am not in the mind but I were better to be
-	married of him than of another: for he is not like
-	to marry me well; and not being well married, it
-	will be a good excuse for me hereafter to leave my wife.
-JAQUES	Go thou with me, and let me counsel thee.
-TOUCHSTONE	'Come, sweet Audrey:
-	We must be married, or we must live in bawdry.
-	Farewell, good Master Oliver: not,--
-	O sweet Oliver,
-	O brave Oliver,
-	Leave me not behind thee: but,--
-	Wind away,
-	Begone, I say,
-	I will not to wedding with thee.
-	[Exeunt JAQUES, TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY]
-SIR OLIVER MARTEXT	'Tis no matter: ne'er a fantastical knave of them
-	all shall flout me out of my calling.
-	[Exit]
-	AS YOU LIKE IT
-ACT III
-SCENE IV	The forest.
-	[Enter ROSALIND and CELIA]
-ROSALIND	Never talk to me; I will weep.
-CELIA	Do, I prithee; but yet have the grace to consider
-	that tears do not become a man.
-ROSALIND	But have I not cause to weep?
-CELIA	As good cause as one would desire; therefore weep.
-ROSALIND	His very hair is of the dissembling colour.
-CELIA	Something browner than Judas's marry, his kisses are
-	Judas's own children.
-ROSALIND	I' faith, his hair is of a good colour.
-CELIA	An excellent colour: your chestnut was ever the only colour.
-ROSALIND	And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the touch
-	of holy bread.
-CELIA	He hath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana: a nun
-	of winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously;
-	the very ice of chastity is in them.
-ROSALIND	But why did he swear he would come this morning, and
-	comes not?
-CELIA	Nay, certainly, there is no truth in him.
-ROSALIND	Do you think so?
-CELIA	Yes; I think he is not a pick-purse nor a
-	horse-stealer, but for his verity in love, I do
-	think him as concave as a covered goblet or a
-	worm-eaten nut.
-ROSALIND	Not true in love?
-CELIA	Yes, when he is in; but I think he is not in.
-ROSALIND	You have heard him swear downright he was.
-CELIA	'Was' is not 'is:' besides, the oath of a lover is
-	no stronger than the word of a tapster; they are
-	both the confirmer of false reckonings. He attends
-	here in the forest on the duke your father.
-ROSALIND	I met the duke yesterday and had much question with
-	him: he asked me of what parentage I was; I told
-	him, of as good as he; so he laughed and let me go.
-	But what talk we of fathers, when there is such a
-	man as Orlando?
-CELIA	O, that's a brave man! he writes brave verses,
-	speaks brave words, swears brave oaths and breaks
-	them bravely, quite traverse, athwart the heart of
-	his lover; as a puisny tilter, that spurs his horse
-	but on one side, breaks his staff like a noble
-	goose: but all's brave that youth mounts and folly
-	guides. Who comes here?
-	[Enter CORIN]
-CORIN	Mistress and master, you have oft inquired
-	After the shepherd that complain'd of love,
-	Who you saw sitting by me on the turf,
-	Praising the proud disdainful shepherdess
-	That was his mistress.
-CELIA	Well, and what of him?
-CORIN	If you will see a pageant truly play'd,
-	Between the pale complexion of true love
-	And the red glow of scorn and proud disdain,
-	Go hence a little and I shall conduct you,
-	If you will mark it.
-ROSALIND	O, come, let us remove:
-	The sight of lovers feedeth those in love.
-	Bring us to this sight, and you shall say
-	I'll prove a busy actor in their play.
-	[Exeunt]
-	AS YOU LIKE IT
-ACT III
-SCENE V	Another part of the forest.
-	[Enter SILVIUS and PHEBE]
-SILVIUS	Sweet Phebe, do not scorn me; do not, Phebe;
-	Say that you love me not, but say not so
-	In bitterness. The common executioner,
-	Whose heart the accustom'd sight of death makes hard,
-	Falls not the axe upon the humbled neck
-	But first begs pardon: will you sterner be
-	Than he that dies and lives by bloody drops?
-	[Enter ROSALIND, CELIA, and CORIN, behind]
-PHEBE	I would not be thy executioner:
-	I fly thee, for I would not injure thee.
-	Thou tell'st me there is murder in mine eye:
-	'Tis pretty, sure, and very probable,
-	That eyes, that are the frail'st and softest things,
-	Who shut their coward gates on atomies,
-	Should be call'd tyrants, butchers, murderers!
-	Now I do frown on thee with all my heart;
-	And if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill thee:
-	Now counterfeit to swoon; why now fall down;
-	Or if thou canst not, O, for shame, for shame,
-	Lie not, to say mine eyes are murderers!
-	Now show the wound mine eye hath made in thee:
-	Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remains
-	Some scar of it; lean but upon a rush,
-	The cicatrice and capable impressure
-	Thy palm some moment keeps; but now mine eyes,
-	Which I have darted at thee, hurt thee not,
-	Nor, I am sure, there is no force in eyes
-	That can do hurt.
-SILVIUS	                  O dear Phebe,
-	If ever,--as that ever may be near,--
-	You meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy,
-	Then shall you know the wounds invisible
-	That love's keen arrows make.
-PHEBE	But till that time
-	Come not thou near me: and when that time comes,
-	Afflict me with thy mocks, pity me not;
-	As till that time I shall not pity thee.
-ROSALIND	And why, I pray you? Who might be your mother,
-	That you insult, exult, and all at once,
-	Over the wretched? What though you have no beauty,--
-	As, by my faith, I see no more in you
-	Than without candle may go dark to bed--
-	Must you be therefore proud and pitiless?
-	Why, what means this? Why do you look on me?
-	I see no more in you than in the ordinary
-	Of nature's sale-work. 'Od's my little life,
-	I think she means to tangle my eyes too!
-	No, faith, proud mistress, hope not after it:
-	'Tis not your inky brows, your black silk hair,
-	Your bugle eyeballs, nor your cheek of cream,
-	That can entame my spirits to your worship.
-	You foolish shepherd, wherefore do you follow her,
-	Like foggy south puffing with wind and rain?
-	You are a thousand times a properer man
-	Than she a woman: 'tis such fools as you
-	That makes the world full of ill-favour'd children:
-	'Tis not her glass, but you, that flatters her;
-	And out of you she sees herself more proper
-	Than any of her lineaments can show her.
-	But, mistress, know yourself: down on your knees,
-	And thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love:
-	For I must tell you friendly in your ear,
-	Sell when you can: you are not for all markets:
-	Cry the man mercy; love him; take his offer:
-	Foul is most foul, being foul to be a scoffer.
-	So take her to thee, shepherd: fare you well.
-PHEBE	Sweet youth, I pray you, chide a year together:
-	I had rather hear you chide than this man woo.
-ROSALIND	He's fallen in love with your foulness and she'll
-	fall in love with my anger. If it be so, as fast as
-	she answers thee with frowning looks, I'll sauce her
-	with bitter words. Why look you so upon me?
-PHEBE	For no ill will I bear you.
-ROSALIND	I pray you, do not fall in love with me,
-	For I am falser than vows made in wine:
-	Besides, I like you not. If you will know my house,
-	'Tis at the tuft of olives here hard by.
-	Will you go, sister? Shepherd, ply her hard.
-	Come, sister. Shepherdess, look on him better,
-	And be not proud: though all the world could see,
-	None could be so abused in sight as he.
-	Come, to our flock.
-	[Exeunt ROSALIND, CELIA and CORIN]
-PHEBE	Dead Shepherd, now I find thy saw of might,
-	'Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?'
-SILVIUS	Sweet Phebe,--
-PHEBE	                  Ha, what say'st thou, Silvius?
-SILVIUS	Sweet Phebe, pity me.
-PHEBE	Why, I am sorry for thee, gentle Silvius.
-SILVIUS	Wherever sorrow is, relief would be:
-	If you do sorrow at my grief in love,
-	By giving love your sorrow and my grief
-	Were both extermined.
-PHEBE	Thou hast my love: is not that neighbourly?
-SILVIUS	I would have you.
-PHEBE	                  Why, that were covetousness.
-	Silvius, the time was that I hated thee,
-	And yet it is not that I bear thee love;
-	But since that thou canst talk of love so well,
-	Thy company, which erst was irksome to me,
-	I will endure, and I'll employ thee too:
-	But do not look for further recompense
-	Than thine own gladness that thou art employ'd.
-SILVIUS	So holy and so perfect is my love,
-	And I in such a poverty of grace,
-	That I shall think it a most plenteous crop
-	To glean the broken ears after the man
-	That the main harvest reaps: loose now and then
-	A scatter'd smile, and that I'll live upon.
-PHEBE	Know'st now the youth that spoke to me erewhile?
-SILVIUS	Not very well, but I have met him oft;
-	And he hath bought the cottage and the bounds
-	That the old carlot once was master of.
-PHEBE	Think not I love him, though I ask for him:
-	'Tis but a peevish boy; yet he talks well;
-	But what care I for words? yet words do well
-	When he that speaks them pleases those that hear.
-	It is a pretty youth: not very pretty:
-	But, sure, he's proud, and yet his pride becomes him:
-	He'll make a proper man: the best thing in him
-	Is his complexion; and faster than his tongue
-	Did make offence his eye did heal it up.
-	He is not very tall; yet for his years he's tall:
-	His leg is but so so; and yet 'tis well:
-	There was a pretty redness in his lip,
-	A little riper and more lusty red
-	Than that mix'd in his cheek; 'twas just the difference
-	Between the constant red and mingled damask.
-	There be some women, Silvius, had they mark'd him
-	In parcels as I did, would have gone near
-	To fall in love with him; but, for my part,
-	I love him not nor hate him not; and yet
-	I have more cause to hate him than to love him:
-	For what had he to do to chide at me?
-	He said mine eyes were black and my hair black:
-	And, now I am remember'd, scorn'd at me:
-	I marvel why I answer'd not again:
-	But that's all one; omittance is no quittance.
-	I'll write to him a very taunting letter,
-	And thou shalt bear it: wilt thou, Silvius?
-SILVIUS	Phebe, with all my heart.
-PHEBE	I'll write it straight;
-	The matter's in my head and in my heart:
-	I will be bitter with him and passing short.
-	Go with me, Silvius.
-	[Exeunt]
-	AS YOU LIKE IT
-ACT IV
-SCENE I	The forest.
-	[Enter ROSALIND, CELIA, and JAQUES]
-JAQUES	I prithee, pretty youth, let me be better acquainted
-	with thee.
-ROSALIND	They say you are a melancholy fellow.
-JAQUES	I am so; I do love it better than laughing.
-ROSALIND	Those that are in extremity of either are abominable
-	fellows and betray themselves to every modern
-	censure worse than drunkards.
-JAQUES	Why, 'tis good to be sad and say nothing.
-ROSALIND	Why then, 'tis good to be a post.
-JAQUES	I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is
-	emulation, nor the musician's, which is fantastical,
-	nor the courtier's, which is proud, nor the
-	soldier's, which is ambitious, nor the lawyer's,
-	which is politic, nor the lady's, which is nice, nor
-	the lover's, which is all these: but it is a
-	melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples,
-	extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry's
-	contemplation of my travels, in which my often
-	rumination wraps me m a most humorous sadness.
-ROSALIND	A traveller! By my faith, you have great reason to
-	be sad: I fear you have sold your own lands to see
-	other men's; then, to have seen much and to have
-	nothing, is to have rich eyes and poor hands.
-JAQUES	Yes, I have gained my experience.
-ROSALIND	And your experience makes you sad: I had rather have
-	a fool to make me merry than experience to make me
-	sad; and to travel for it too!
-	[Enter ORLANDO]
-ORLANDO	Good day and happiness, dear Rosalind!
-JAQUES	Nay, then, God be wi' you, an you talk in blank verse.
-	[Exit]
-ROSALIND	Farewell, Monsieur Traveller: look you lisp and
-	wear strange suits, disable all the benefits of your
-	own country, be out of love with your nativity and
-	almost chide God for making you that countenance you
-	are, or I will scarce think you have swam in a
-	gondola. Why, how now, Orlando! where have you been
-	all this while? You a lover! An you serve me such
-	another trick, never come in my sight more.
-ORLANDO	My fair Rosalind, I come within an hour of my promise.
-ROSALIND	Break an hour's promise in love! He that will
-	divide a minute into a thousand parts and break but
-	a part of the thousandth part of a minute in the
-	affairs of love, it may be said of him that Cupid
-	hath clapped him o' the shoulder, but I'll warrant
-	him heart-whole.
-ORLANDO	Pardon me, dear Rosalind.
-ROSALIND	Nay, an you be so tardy, come no more in my sight: I
-	had as lief be wooed of a snail.
-ORLANDO	Of a snail?
-ROSALIND	Ay, of a snail; for though he comes slowly, he
-	carries his house on his head; a better jointure,
-	I think, than you make a woman: besides he brings
-	his destiny with him.
-ORLANDO	What's that?
-ROSALIND	Why, horns, which such as you are fain to be
-	beholding to your wives for: but he comes armed in
-	his fortune and prevents the slander of his wife.
-ORLANDO	Virtue is no horn-maker; and my Rosalind is virtuous.
-ROSALIND	And I am your Rosalind.
-CELIA	It pleases him to call you so; but he hath a
-	Rosalind of a better leer than you.
-ROSALIND	Come, woo me, woo me, for now I am in a holiday
-	humour and like enough to consent. What would you
-	say to me now, an I were your very very Rosalind?
-ORLANDO	I would kiss before I spoke.
-ROSALIND	Nay, you were better speak first, and when you were
-	gravelled for lack of matter, you might take
-	occasion to kiss. Very good orators, when they are
-	out, they will spit; and for lovers lacking--God
-	warn us!--matter, the cleanliest shift is to kiss.
-ORLANDO	How if the kiss be denied?
-ROSALIND	Then she puts you to entreaty, and there begins new matter.
-ORLANDO	Who could be out, being before his beloved mistress?
-ROSALIND	Marry, that should you, if I were your mistress, or
-	I should think my honesty ranker than my wit.
-ORLANDO	What, of my suit?
-ROSALIND	Not out of your apparel, and yet out of your suit.
-	Am not I your Rosalind?
-ORLANDO	I take some joy to say you are, because I would be
-	talking of her.
-ROSALIND	Well in her person I say I will not have you.
-ORLANDO	Then in mine own person I die.
-ROSALIND	No, faith, die by attorney. The poor world is
-	almost six thousand years old, and in all this time
-	there was not any man died in his own person,
-	videlicit, in a love-cause. Troilus had his brains
-	dashed out with a Grecian club; yet he did what he
-	could to die before, and he is one of the patterns
-	of love. Leander, he would have lived many a fair
-	year, though Hero had turned nun, if it had not been
-	for a hot midsummer night; for, good youth, he went
-	but forth to wash him in the Hellespont and being
-	taken with the cramp was drowned and the foolish
-	coroners of that age found it was 'Hero of Sestos.'
-	But these are all lies: men have died from time to
-	time and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
-ORLANDO	I would not have my right Rosalind of this mind,
-	for, I protest, her frown might kill me.
-ROSALIND	By this hand, it will not kill a fly. But come, now
-	I will be your Rosalind in a more coming-on
-	disposition, and ask me what you will. I will grant
-	it.
-ORLANDO	Then love me, Rosalind.
-ROSALIND	Yes, faith, will I, Fridays and Saturdays and all.
-ORLANDO	And wilt thou have me?
-ROSALIND	Ay, and twenty such.
-ORLANDO	What sayest thou?
-ROSALIND	Are you not good?
-ORLANDO	I hope so.
-ROSALIND	Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing?
-	Come, sister, you shall be the priest and marry us.
-	Give me your hand, Orlando. What do you say, sister?
-ORLANDO	Pray thee, marry us.
-CELIA	I cannot say the words.
-ROSALIND	You must begin, 'Will you, Orlando--'
-CELIA	Go to. Will you, Orlando, have to wife this Rosalind?
-ORLANDO	I will.
-ROSALIND	Ay, but when?
-ORLANDO	Why now; as fast as she can marry us.
-ROSALIND	Then you must say 'I take thee, Rosalind, for wife.'
-ORLANDO	I take thee, Rosalind, for wife.
-ROSALIND	I might ask you for your commission; but I do take
-	thee, Orlando, for my husband: there's a girl goes
-	before the priest; and certainly a woman's thought
-	runs before her actions.
-ORLANDO	So do all thoughts; they are winged.
-ROSALIND	Now tell me how long you would have her after you
-	have possessed her.
-ORLANDO	For ever and a day.
-ROSALIND	Say 'a day,' without the 'ever.' No, no, Orlando;
-	men are April when they woo, December when they wed:
-	maids are May when they are maids, but the sky
-	changes when they are wives. I will be more jealous
-	of thee than a Barbary cock-pigeon over his hen,
-	more clamorous than a parrot against rain, more
-	new-fangled than an ape, more giddy in my desires
-	than a monkey: I will weep for nothing, like Diana
-	in the fountain, and I will do that when you are
-	disposed to be merry; I will laugh like a hyen, and
-	that when thou art inclined to sleep.
-ORLANDO	But will my Rosalind do so?
-ROSALIND	By my life, she will do as I do.
-ORLANDO	O, but she is wise.
-ROSALIND	Or else she could not have the wit to do this: the
-	wiser, the waywarder: make the doors upon a woman's
-	wit and it will out at the casement; shut that and
-	'twill out at the key-hole; stop that, 'twill fly
-	with the smoke out at the chimney.
-ORLANDO	A man that had a wife with such a wit, he might say
-	'Wit, whither wilt?'
-ROSALIND	Nay, you might keep that cheque for it till you met
-	your wife's wit going to your neighbour's bed.
-ORLANDO	And what wit could wit have to excuse that?
-ROSALIND	Marry, to say she came to seek you there. You shall
-	never take her without her answer, unless you take
-	her without her tongue. O, that woman that cannot
-	make her fault her husband's occasion, let her
-	never nurse her child herself, for she will breed
-	it like a fool!
-ORLANDO	For these two hours, Rosalind, I will leave thee.
-ROSALIND	Alas! dear love, I cannot lack thee two hours.
-ORLANDO	I must attend the duke at dinner: by two o'clock I
-	will be with thee again.
-ROSALIND	Ay, go your ways, go your ways; I knew what you
-	would prove: my friends told me as much, and I
-	thought no less: that flattering tongue of yours
-	won me: 'tis but one cast away, and so, come,
-	death! Two o'clock is your hour?
-ORLANDO	Ay, sweet Rosalind.
-ROSALIND	By my troth, and in good earnest, and so God mend
-	me, and by all pretty oaths that are not dangerous,
-	if you break one jot of your promise or come one
-	minute behind your hour, I will think you the most
-	pathetical break-promise and the most hollow lover
-	and the most unworthy of her you call Rosalind that
-	may be chosen out of the gross band of the
-	unfaithful: therefore beware my censure and keep
-	your promise.
-ORLANDO	With no less religion than if thou wert indeed my
-	Rosalind: so adieu.
-ROSALIND	Well, Time is the old justice that examines all such
-	offenders, and let Time try: adieu.
-	[Exit ORLANDO]
-CELIA	You have simply misused our sex in your love-prate:
-	we must have your doublet and hose plucked over your
-	head, and show the world what the bird hath done to
-	her own nest.
-ROSALIND	O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that thou
-	didst know how many fathom deep I am in love! But
-	it cannot be sounded: my affection hath an unknown
-	bottom, like the bay of Portugal.
-CELIA	Or rather, bottomless, that as fast as you pour
-	affection in, it runs out.
-ROSALIND	No, that same wicked bastard of Venus that was begot
-	of thought, conceived of spleen and born of madness,
-	that blind rascally boy that abuses every one's eyes
-	because his own are out, let him be judge how deep I
-	am in love. I'll tell thee, Aliena, I cannot be out
-	of the sight of Orlando: I'll go find a shadow and
-	sigh till he come.
-CELIA	And I'll sleep.
-	[Exeunt]
-	AS YOU LIKE IT
-ACT IV
-SCENE II	The forest.
-	[Enter JAQUES, Lords, and Foresters]
-JAQUES	Which is he that killed the deer?
-A Lord	Sir, it was I.
-JAQUES	Let's present him to the duke, like a Roman
-	conqueror; and it would do well to set the deer's
-	horns upon his head, for a branch of victory. Have
-	you no song, forester, for this purpose?
-Forester	Yes, sir.
-JAQUES	Sing it: 'tis no matter how it be in tune, so it
-	make noise enough.
-	SONG.
-Forester	What shall he have that kill'd the deer?
-	His leather skin and horns to wear.
-	Then sing him home;
-	[The rest shall bear this burden]
-	Take thou no scorn to wear the horn;
-	It was a crest ere thou wast born:
-	Thy father's father wore it,
-	And thy father bore it:
-	The horn, the horn, the lusty horn
-	Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.
-	[Exeunt]
-	AS YOU LIKE IT
-ACT IV
-SCENE III	The forest.
-	[Enter ROSALIND and CELIA]
-ROSALIND	How say you now? Is it not past two o'clock? and
-	here much Orlando!
-CELIA	I warrant you, with pure love and troubled brain, he
-	hath ta'en his bow and arrows and is gone forth to
-	sleep. Look, who comes here.
-	[Enter SILVIUS]
-SILVIUS	My errand is to you, fair youth;
-	My gentle Phebe bid me give you this:
-	I know not the contents; but, as I guess
-	By the stern brow and waspish action
-	Which she did use as she was writing of it,
-	It bears an angry tenor: pardon me:
-	I am but as a guiltless messenger.
-ROSALIND	Patience herself would startle at this letter
-	And play the swaggerer; bear this, bear all:
-	She says I am not fair, that I lack manners;
-	She calls me proud, and that she could not love me,
-	Were man as rare as phoenix. 'Od's my will!
-	Her love is not the hare that I do hunt:
-	Why writes she so to me? Well, shepherd, well,
-	This is a letter of your own device.
-SILVIUS	No, I protest, I know not the contents:
-	Phebe did write it.
-ROSALIND	Come, come, you are a fool
-	And turn'd into the extremity of love.
-	I saw her hand: she has a leathern hand.
-	A freestone-colour'd hand; I verily did think
-	That her old gloves were on, but 'twas her hands:
-	She has a huswife's hand; but that's no matter:
-	I say she never did invent this letter;
-	This is a man's invention and his hand.
-SILVIUS	Sure, it is hers.
-ROSALIND	Why, 'tis a boisterous and a cruel style.
-	A style for-challengers; why, she defies me,
-	Like Turk to Christian: women's gentle brain
-	Could not drop forth such giant-rude invention
-	Such Ethiope words, blacker in their effect
-	Than in their countenance. Will you hear the letter?
-SILVIUS	So please you, for I never heard it yet;
-	Yet heard too much of Phebe's cruelty.
-ROSALIND	She Phebes me: mark how the tyrant writes.
-	[Reads]
-	Art thou god to shepherd turn'd,
-	That a maiden's heart hath burn'd?
-	Can a woman rail thus?
-SILVIUS	Call you this railing?
-ROSALIND	[Reads]
-	Why, thy godhead laid apart,
-	Warr'st thou with a woman's heart?
-	Did you ever hear such railing?
-	Whiles the eye of man did woo me,
-	That could do no vengeance to me.
-	Meaning me a beast.
-	If the scorn of your bright eyne
-	Have power to raise such love in mine,
-	Alack, in me what strange effect
-	Would they work in mild aspect!
-	Whiles you chid me, I did love;
-	How then might your prayers move!
-	He that brings this love to thee
-	Little knows this love in me:
-	And by him seal up thy mind;
-	Whether that thy youth and kind
-	Will the faithful offer take
-	Of me and all that I can make;
-	Or else by him my love deny,
-	And then I'll study how to die.
-SILVIUS	Call you this chiding?
-CELIA	Alas, poor shepherd!
-ROSALIND	Do you pity him? no, he deserves no pity. Wilt
-	thou love such a woman? What, to make thee an
-	instrument and play false strains upon thee! not to
-	be endured! Well, go your way to her, for I see
-	love hath made thee a tame snake, and say this to
-	her: that if she love me, I charge her to love
-	thee; if she will not, I will never have her unless
-	thou entreat for her. If you be a true lover,
-	hence, and not a word; for here comes more company.
-	[Exit SILVIUS]
-	[Enter OLIVER]
-OLIVER	Good morrow, fair ones: pray you, if you know,
-	Where in the purlieus of this forest stands
-	A sheep-cote fenced about with olive trees?
-CELIA	West of this place, down in the neighbour bottom:
-	The rank of osiers by the murmuring stream
-	Left on your right hand brings you to the place.
-	But at this hour the house doth keep itself;
-	There's none within.
-OLIVER	If that an eye may profit by a tongue,
-	Then should I know you by description;
-	Such garments and such years: 'The boy is fair,
-	Of female favour, and bestows himself
-	Like a ripe sister: the woman low
-	And browner than her brother.' Are not you
-	The owner of the house I did inquire for?
-CELIA	It is no boast, being ask'd, to say we are.
-OLIVER	Orlando doth commend him to you both,
-	And to that youth he calls his Rosalind
-	He sends this bloody napkin. Are you he?
-ROSALIND	I am: what must we understand by this?
-OLIVER	Some of my shame; if you will know of me
-	What man I am, and how, and why, and where
-	This handkercher was stain'd.
-CELIA	I pray you, tell it.
-OLIVER	When last the young Orlando parted from you
-	He left a promise to return again
-	Within an hour, and pacing through the forest,
-	Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy,
-	Lo, what befell! he threw his eye aside,
-	And mark what object did present itself:
-	Under an oak, whose boughs were moss'd with age
-	And high top bald with dry antiquity,
-	A wretched ragged man, o'ergrown with hair,
-	Lay sleeping on his back: about his neck
-	A green and gilded snake had wreathed itself,
-	Who with her head nimble in threats approach'd
-	The opening of his mouth; but suddenly,
-	Seeing Orlando, it unlink'd itself,
-	And with indented glides did slip away
-	Into a bush: under which bush's shade
-	A lioness, with udders all drawn dry,
-	Lay couching, head on ground, with catlike watch,
-	When that the sleeping man should stir; for 'tis
-	The royal disposition of that beast
-	To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead:
-	This seen, Orlando did approach the man
-	And found it was his brother, his elder brother.
-CELIA	O, I have heard him speak of that same brother;
-	And he did render him the most unnatural
-	That lived amongst men.
-OLIVER	And well he might so do,
-	For well I know he was unnatural.
-ROSALIND	But, to Orlando: did he leave him there,
-	Food to the suck'd and hungry lioness?
-OLIVER	Twice did he turn his back and purposed so;
-	But kindness, nobler ever than revenge,
-	And nature, stronger than his just occasion,
-	Made him give battle to the lioness,
-	Who quickly fell before him: in which hurtling
-	From miserable slumber I awaked.
-CELIA	Are you his brother?
-ROSALIND	Wast you he rescued?
-CELIA	Was't you that did so oft contrive to kill him?
-OLIVER	'Twas I; but 'tis not I	I do not shame
-	To tell you what I was, since my conversion
-	So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am.
-ROSALIND	But, for the bloody napkin?
-OLIVER	By and by.
-	When from the first to last betwixt us two
-	Tears our recountments had most kindly bathed,
-	As how I came into that desert place:--
-	In brief, he led me to the gentle duke,
-	Who gave me fresh array and entertainment,
-	Committing me unto my brother's love;
-	Who led me instantly unto his cave,
-	There stripp'd himself, and here upon his arm
-	The lioness had torn some flesh away,
-	Which all this while had bled; and now he fainted
-	And cried, in fainting, upon Rosalind.
-	Brief, I recover'd him, bound up his wound;
-	And, after some small space, being strong at heart,
-	He sent me hither, stranger as I am,
-	To tell this story, that you might excuse
-	His broken promise, and to give this napkin
-	Dyed in his blood unto the shepherd youth
-	That he in sport doth call his Rosalind.
-	[ROSALIND swoons]
-CELIA	Why, how now, Ganymede! sweet Ganymede!
-OLIVER	Many will swoon when they do look on blood.
-CELIA	There is more in it. Cousin Ganymede!
-OLIVER	Look, he recovers.
-ROSALIND	I would I were at home.
-CELIA	We'll lead you thither.
-	I pray you, will you take him by the arm?
-OLIVER	Be of good cheer, youth: you a man! you lack a
-	man's heart.
-ROSALIND	I do so, I confess it. Ah, sirrah, a body would
-	think this was well counterfeited! I pray you, tell
-	your brother how well I counterfeited. Heigh-ho!
-OLIVER	This was not counterfeit: there is too great
-	testimony in your complexion that it was a passion
-	of earnest.
-ROSALIND	Counterfeit, I assure you.
-OLIVER	Well then, take a good heart and counterfeit to be a man.
-ROSALIND	So I do: but, i' faith, I should have been a woman by right.
-CELIA	Come, you look paler and paler: pray you, draw
-	homewards. Good sir, go with us.
-OLIVER	That will I, for I must bear answer back
-	How you excuse my brother, Rosalind.
-ROSALIND	I shall devise something: but, I pray you, commend
-	my counterfeiting to him. Will you go?
-	[Exeunt]
-	AS YOU LIKE IT
-ACT V
-SCENE I	The forest.
-	[Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY]
-TOUCHSTONE	We shall find a time, Audrey; patience, gentle Audrey.
-AUDREY	Faith, the priest was good enough, for all the old
-	gentleman's saying.
-TOUCHSTONE	A most wicked Sir Oliver, Audrey, a most vile
-	Martext. But, Audrey, there is a youth here in the
-	forest lays claim to you.
-AUDREY	Ay, I know who 'tis; he hath no interest in me in
-	the world: here comes the man you mean.
-TOUCHSTONE	It is meat and drink to me to see a clown: by my
-	troth, we that have good wits have much to answer
-	for; we shall be flouting; we cannot hold.
-	[Enter WILLIAM]
-WILLIAM	Good even, Audrey.
-AUDREY	God ye good even, William.
-WILLIAM	And good even to you, sir.
-TOUCHSTONE	Good even, gentle friend. Cover thy head, cover thy
-	head; nay, prithee, be covered. How old are you, friend?
-WILLIAM	Five and twenty, sir.
-TOUCHSTONE	A ripe age. Is thy name William?
-WILLIAM	William, sir.
-TOUCHSTONE	A fair name. Wast born i' the forest here?
-WILLIAM	Ay, sir, I thank God.
-TOUCHSTONE	'Thank God;' a good answer. Art rich?
-WILLIAM	Faith, sir, so so.
-TOUCHSTONE	'So so' is good, very good, very excellent good; and
-	yet it is not; it is but so so. Art thou wise?
-WILLIAM	Ay, sir, I have a pretty wit.
-TOUCHSTONE	Why, thou sayest well. I do now remember a saying,
-	'The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man
-	knows himself to be a fool.' The heathen
-	philosopher, when he had a desire to eat a grape,
-	would open his lips when he put it into his mouth;
-	meaning thereby that grapes were made to eat and
-	lips to open. You do love this maid?
-WILLIAM	I do, sir.
-TOUCHSTONE	Give me your hand. Art thou learned?
-WILLIAM	No, sir.
-TOUCHSTONE	Then learn this of me: to have, is to have; for it
-	is a figure in rhetoric that drink, being poured out
-	of a cup into a glass, by filling the one doth empty
-	the other; for all your writers do consent that ipse
-	is he: now, you are not ipse, for I am he.
-WILLIAM	Which he, sir?
-TOUCHSTONE	He, sir, that must marry this woman. Therefore, you
-	clown, abandon,--which is in the vulgar leave,--the
-	society,--which in the boorish is company,--of this
-	female,--which in the common is woman; which
-	together is, abandon the society of this female, or,
-	clown, thou perishest; or, to thy better
-	understanding, diest; or, to wit I kill thee, make
-	thee away, translate thy life into death, thy
-	liberty into bondage: I will deal in poison with
-	thee, or in bastinado, or in steel; I will bandy
-	with thee in faction; I will o'errun thee with
-	policy; I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways:
-	therefore tremble and depart.
-AUDREY	Do, good William.
-WILLIAM	God rest you merry, sir.
-	[Exit]
-	[Enter CORIN]
-CORIN	Our master and mistress seeks you; come, away, away!
-TOUCHSTONE	Trip, Audrey! trip, Audrey! I attend, I attend.
-	[Exeunt]
-	AS YOU LIKE IT
-ACT V
-SCENE II	The forest.
-	[Enter ORLANDO and OLIVER]
-ORLANDO	Is't possible that on so little acquaintance you
-	should like her? that but seeing you should love
-	her? and loving woo? and, wooing, she should
-	grant? and will you persever to enjoy her?
-OLIVER	Neither call the giddiness of it in question, the
-	poverty of her, the small acquaintance, my sudden
-	wooing, nor her sudden consenting; but say with me,
-	I love Aliena; say with her that she loves me;
-	consent with both that we may enjoy each other: it
-	shall be to your good; for my father's house and all
-	the revenue that was old Sir Rowland's will I
-	estate upon you, and here live and die a shepherd.
-ORLANDO	You have my consent. Let your wedding be to-morrow:
-	thither will I invite the duke and all's contented
-	followers. Go you and prepare Aliena; for look
-	you, here comes my Rosalind.
-	[Enter ROSALIND]
-ROSALIND	God save you, brother.
-OLIVER	And you, fair sister.
-	[Exit]
-ROSALIND	O, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to see thee
-	wear thy heart in a scarf!
-ORLANDO	It is my arm.
-ROSALIND	I thought thy heart had been wounded with the claws
-	of a lion.
-ORLANDO	Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady.
-ROSALIND	Did your brother tell you how I counterfeited to
-	swoon when he showed me your handkerchief?
-ORLANDO	Ay, and greater wonders than that.
-ROSALIND	O, I know where you are: nay, 'tis true: there was
-	never any thing so sudden but the fight of two rams
-	and Caesar's thrasonical brag of 'I came, saw, and
-	overcame:' for your brother and my sister no sooner
-	met but they looked, no sooner looked but they
-	loved, no sooner loved but they sighed, no sooner
-	sighed but they asked one another the reason, no
-	sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy;
-	and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs
-	to marriage which they will climb incontinent, or
-	else be incontinent before marriage: they are in
-	the very wrath of love and they will together; clubs
-	cannot part them.
-ORLANDO	They shall be married to-morrow, and I will bid the
-	duke to the nuptial. But, O, how bitter a thing it
-	is to look into happiness through another man's
-	eyes! By so much the more shall I to-morrow be at
-	the height of heart-heaviness, by how much I shall
-	think my brother happy in having what he wishes for.
-ROSALIND	Why then, to-morrow I cannot serve your turn for Rosalind?
-ORLANDO	I can live no longer by thinking.
-ROSALIND	I will weary you then no longer with idle talking.
-	Know of me then, for now I speak to some purpose,
-	that I know you are a gentleman of good conceit: I
-	speak not this that you should bear a good opinion
-	of my knowledge, insomuch I say I know you are;
-	neither do I labour for a greater esteem than may in
-	some little measure draw a belief from you, to do
-	yourself good and not to grace me. Believe then, if
-	you please, that I can do strange things: I have,
-	since I was three year old, conversed with a
-	magician, most profound in his art and yet not
-	damnable. If you do love Rosalind so near the heart
-	as your gesture cries it out, when your brother
-	marries Aliena, shall you marry her: I know into
-	what straits of fortune she is driven; and it is
-	not impossible to me, if it appear not inconvenient
-	to you, to set her before your eyes tomorrow human
-	as she is and without any danger.
-ORLANDO	Speakest thou in sober meanings?
-ROSALIND	By my life, I do; which I tender dearly, though I
-	say I am a magician. Therefore, put you in your
-	best array: bid your friends; for if you will be
-	married to-morrow, you shall, and to Rosalind, if you will.
-	[Enter SILVIUS and PHEBE]
-	Look, here comes a lover of mine and a lover of hers.
-PHEBE	Youth, you have done me much ungentleness,
-	To show the letter that I writ to you.
-ROSALIND	I care not if I have: it is my study
-	To seem despiteful and ungentle to you:
-	You are there followed by a faithful shepherd;
-	Look upon him, love him; he worships you.
-PHEBE	Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love.
-SILVIUS	It is to be all made of sighs and tears;
-	And so am I for Phebe.
-PHEBE	And I for Ganymede.
-ORLANDO	And I for Rosalind.
-ROSALIND	And I for no woman.
-SILVIUS	It is to be all made of faith and service;
-	And so am I for Phebe.
-PHEBE	And I for Ganymede.
-ORLANDO	And I for Rosalind.
-ROSALIND	And I for no woman.
-SILVIUS	It is to be all made of fantasy,
-	All made of passion and all made of wishes,
-	All adoration, duty, and observance,
-	All humbleness, all patience and impatience,
-	All purity, all trial, all observance;
-	And so am I for Phebe.
-PHEBE	And so am I for Ganymede.
-ORLANDO	And so am I for Rosalind.
-ROSALIND	And so am I for no woman.
-PHEBE	If this be so, why blame you me to love you?
-SILVIUS	If this be so, why blame you me to love you?
-ORLANDO	If this be so, why blame you me to love you?
-ROSALIND	Who do you speak to, 'Why blame you me to love you?'
-ORLANDO	To her that is not here, nor doth not hear.
-ROSALIND	Pray you, no more of this; 'tis like the howling
-	of Irish wolves against the moon.
-	[To SILVIUS]
-	I will help you, if I can:
-	[To PHEBE]
-	I would love you, if I could. To-morrow meet me all together.
-	[To PHEBE]
-	I will marry you, if ever I marry woman, and I'll be
-	married to-morrow:
-	[To ORLANDO]
-	I will satisfy you, if ever I satisfied man, and you
-	shall be married to-morrow:
-	[To SILVIUS]
-	I will content you, if what pleases you contents
-	you, and you shall be married to-morrow.
-	[To ORLANDO]
-	As you love Rosalind, meet:
-	[To SILVIUS]
-	as you love Phebe, meet: and as I love no woman,
-	I'll meet. So fare you well: I have left you commands.
-SILVIUS	I'll not fail, if I live.
-PHEBE	Nor I.
-ORLANDO	Nor I.
-	[Exeunt]
-	AS YOU LIKE IT
-ACT V
-SCENE III	The forest.
-	[Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY]
-TOUCHSTONE	To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey; to-morrow will
-	we be married.
-AUDREY	I do desire it with all my heart; and I hope it is
-	no dishonest desire to desire to be a woman of the
-	world. Here comes two of the banished duke's pages.
-	[Enter two Pages]
-First Page	Well met, honest gentleman.
-TOUCHSTONE	By my troth, well met. Come, sit, sit, and a song.
-Second Page	We are for you: sit i' the middle.
-First Page	Shall we clap into't roundly, without hawking or
-	spitting or saying we are hoarse, which are the only
-	prologues to a bad voice?
-Second Page	I'faith, i'faith; and both in a tune, like two
-	gipsies on a horse.
-	SONG.
-	It was a lover and his lass,
-	With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
-	That o'er the green corn-field did pass
-	In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
-	When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding:
-	Sweet lovers love the spring.
-	Between the acres of the rye,
-	With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino
-	These pretty country folks would lie,
-	In spring time, &c.
-	This carol they began that hour,
-	With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
-	How that a life was but a flower
-	In spring time, &c.
-	And therefore take the present time,
-	With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino;
-	For love is crowned with the prime
-	In spring time, &c.
-TOUCHSTONE	Truly, young gentlemen, though there was no great
-	matter in the ditty, yet the note was very
-	untuneable.
-First Page	You are deceived, sir: we kept time, we lost not our time.
-TOUCHSTONE	By my troth, yes; I count it but time lost to hear
-	such a foolish song. God be wi' you; and God mend
-	your voices! Come, Audrey.
-	[Exeunt]
-	AS YOU LIKE IT
-ACT V
-SCENE IV	The forest.
-	[Enter DUKE SENIOR, AMIENS, JAQUES, ORLANDO, OLIVER,
-	and CELIA]
-DUKE SENIOR	Dost thou believe, Orlando, that the boy
-	Can do all this that he hath promised?
-ORLANDO	I sometimes do believe, and sometimes do not;
-	As those that fear they hope, and know they fear.
-	[Enter ROSALIND, SILVIUS, and PHEBE]
-ROSALIND	Patience once more, whiles our compact is urged:
-	You say, if I bring in your Rosalind,
-	You will bestow her on Orlando here?
-DUKE SENIOR	That would I, had I kingdoms to give with her.
-ROSALIND	And you say, you will have her, when I bring her?
-ORLANDO	That would I, were I of all kingdoms king.
-ROSALIND	You say, you'll marry me, if I be willing?
-PHEBE	That will I, should I die the hour after.
-ROSALIND	But if you do refuse to marry me,
-	You'll give yourself to this most faithful shepherd?
-PHEBE	So is the bargain.
-ROSALIND	You say, that you'll have Phebe, if she will?
-SILVIUS	Though to have her and death were both one thing.
-ROSALIND	I have promised to make all this matter even.
-	Keep you your word, O duke, to give your daughter;
-	You yours, Orlando, to receive his daughter:
-	Keep your word, Phebe, that you'll marry me,
-	Or else refusing me, to wed this shepherd:
-	Keep your word, Silvius, that you'll marry her.
-	If she refuse me: and from hence I go,
-	To make these doubts all even.
-	[Exeunt ROSALIND and CELIA]
-DUKE SENIOR	I do remember in this shepherd boy
-	Some lively touches of my daughter's favour.
-ORLANDO	My lord, the first time that I ever saw him
-	Methought he was a brother to your daughter:
-	But, my good lord, this boy is forest-born,
-	And hath been tutor'd in the rudiments
-	Of many desperate studies by his uncle,
-	Whom he reports to be a great magician,
-	Obscured in the circle of this forest.
-	[Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY]
-JAQUES	There is, sure, another flood toward, and these
-	couples are coming to the ark. Here comes a pair of
-	very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called fools.
-TOUCHSTONE	Salutation and greeting to you all!
-JAQUES	Good my lord, bid him welcome: this is the
-	motley-minded gentleman that I have so often met in
-	the forest: he hath been a courtier, he swears.
-TOUCHSTONE	If any man doubt that, let him put me to my
-	purgation. I have trod a measure; I have flattered
-	a lady; I have been politic with my friend, smooth
-	with mine enemy; I have undone three tailors; I have
-	had four quarrels, and like to have fought one.
-JAQUES	And how was that ta'en up?
-TOUCHSTONE	Faith, we met, and found the quarrel was upon the
-	seventh cause.
-JAQUES	How seventh cause? Good my lord, like this fellow.
-DUKE SENIOR	I like him very well.
-TOUCHSTONE	God 'ild you, sir; I desire you of the like. I
-	press in here, sir, amongst the rest of the country
-	copulatives, to swear and to forswear: according as
-	marriage binds and blood breaks: a poor virgin,
-	sir, an ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own; a poor
-	humour of mine, sir, to take that that no man else
-	will: rich honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a
-	poor house; as your pearl in your foul oyster.
-DUKE SENIOR	By my faith, he is very swift and sententious.
-TOUCHSTONE	According to the fool's bolt, sir, and such dulcet diseases.
-JAQUES	But, for the seventh cause; how did you find the
-	quarrel on the seventh cause?
-TOUCHSTONE	Upon a lie seven times removed:--bear your body more
-	seeming, Audrey:--as thus, sir. I did dislike the
-	cut of a certain courtier's beard: he sent me word,
-	if I said his beard was not cut well, he was in the
-	mind it was: this is called the Retort Courteous.
-	If I sent him word again 'it was not well cut,' he
-	would send me word, he cut it to please himself:
-	this is called the Quip Modest. If again 'it was
-	not well cut,' he disabled my judgment: this is
-	called the Reply Churlish. If again 'it was not
-	well cut,' he would answer, I spake not true: this
-	is called the Reproof Valiant. If again 'it was not
-	well cut,' he would say I lied: this is called the
-	Counter-cheque Quarrelsome: and so to the Lie
-	Circumstantial and the Lie Direct.
-JAQUES	And how oft did you say his beard was not well cut?
-TOUCHSTONE	I durst go no further than the Lie Circumstantial,
-	nor he durst not give me the Lie Direct; and so we
-	measured swords and parted.
-JAQUES	Can you nominate in order now the degrees of the lie?
-TOUCHSTONE	O sir, we quarrel in print, by the book; as you have
-	books for good manners: I will name you the degrees.
-	The first, the Retort Courteous; the second, the
-	Quip Modest; the third, the Reply Churlish; the
-	fourth, the Reproof Valiant; the fifth, the
-	Countercheque Quarrelsome; the sixth, the Lie with
-	Circumstance; the seventh, the Lie Direct. All
-	these you may avoid but the Lie Direct; and you may
-	avoid that too, with an If. I knew when seven
-	justices could not take up a quarrel, but when the
-	parties were met themselves, one of them thought but
-	of an If, as, 'If you said so, then I said so;' and
-	they shook hands and swore brothers. Your If is the
-	only peacemaker; much virtue in If.
-JAQUES	Is not this a rare fellow, my lord? he's as good at
-	any thing and yet a fool.
-DUKE SENIOR	He uses his folly like a stalking-horse and under
-	the presentation of that he shoots his wit.
-	[Enter HYMEN, ROSALIND, and CELIA]
-	[Still Music]
-HYMEN	        Then is there mirth in heaven,
-	When earthly things made even
-	Atone together.
-	Good duke, receive thy daughter
-	Hymen from heaven brought her,
-	Yea, brought her hither,
-	That thou mightst join her hand with his
-	Whose heart within his bosom is.
-ROSALIND	[To DUKE SENIOR]  To you I give myself, for I am yours.
-	[To ORLANDO]
-	To you I give myself, for I am yours.
-DUKE SENIOR	If there be truth in sight, you are my daughter.
-ORLANDO	If there be truth in sight, you are my Rosalind.
-PHEBE	If sight and shape be true,
-	Why then, my love adieu!
-ROSALIND	I'll have no father, if you be not he:
-	I'll have no husband, if you be not he:
-	Nor ne'er wed woman, if you be not she.
-HYMEN	        Peace, ho! I bar confusion:
-	'Tis I must make conclusion
-	Of these most strange events:
-	Here's eight that must take hands
-	To join in Hymen's bands,
-	If truth holds true contents.
-	You and you no cross shall part:
-	You and you are heart in heart
-	You to his love must accord,
-	Or have a woman to your lord:
-	You and you are sure together,
-	As the winter to foul weather.
-	Whiles a wedlock-hymn we sing,
-	Feed yourselves with questioning;
-	That reason wonder may diminish,
-	How thus we met, and these things finish.
-	SONG.
-	Wedding is great Juno's crown:
-	O blessed bond of board and bed!
-	'Tis Hymen peoples every town;
-	High wedlock then be honoured:
-	Honour, high honour and renown,
-	To Hymen, god of every town!
-DUKE SENIOR	O my dear niece, welcome thou art to me!
-	Even daughter, welcome, in no less degree.
-PHEBE	I will not eat my word, now thou art mine;
-	Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine.
-	[Enter JAQUES DE BOYS]
-JAQUES DE BOYS	Let me have audience for a word or two:
-	I am the second son of old Sir Rowland,
-	That bring these tidings to this fair assembly.
-	Duke Frederick, hearing how that every day
-	Men of great worth resorted to this forest,
-	Address'd a mighty power; which were on foot,
-	In his own conduct, purposely to take
-	His brother here and put him to the sword:
-	And to the skirts of this wild wood he came;
-	Where meeting with an old religious man,
-	After some question with him, was converted
-	Both from his enterprise and from the world,
-	His crown bequeathing to his banish'd brother,
-	And all their lands restored to them again
-	That were with him exiled. This to be true,
-	I do engage my life.
-DUKE SENIOR	Welcome, young man;
-	Thou offer'st fairly to thy brothers' wedding:
-	To one his lands withheld, and to the other
-	A land itself at large, a potent dukedom.
-	First, in this forest, let us do those ends
-	That here were well begun and well begot:
-	And after, every of this happy number
-	That have endured shrewd days and nights with us
-	Shall share the good of our returned fortune,
-	According to the measure of their states.
-	Meantime, forget this new-fall'n dignity
-	And fall into our rustic revelry.
-	Play, music! And you, brides and bridegrooms all,
-	With measure heap'd in joy, to the measures fall.
-JAQUES	Sir, by your patience. If I heard you rightly,
-	The duke hath put on a religious life
-	And thrown into neglect the pompous court?
-JAQUES DE BOYS	He hath.
-JAQUES	To him will I : out of these convertites
-	There is much matter to be heard and learn'd.
-	[To DUKE SENIOR]
-	You to your former honour I bequeath;
-	Your patience and your virtue well deserves it:
-	[To ORLANDO]
-	You to a love that your true faith doth merit:
-	[To OLIVER]
-	You to your land and love and great allies:
-	[To SILVIUS]
-	You to a long and well-deserved bed:
-	[To TOUCHSTONE]
-	And you to wrangling; for thy loving voyage
-	Is but for two months victuall'd. So, to your pleasures:
-	I am for other than for dancing measures.
-DUKE SENIOR	Stay, Jaques, stay.
-JAQUES	To see no pastime I	what you would have
-	I'll stay to know at your abandon'd cave.
-	[Exit]
-DUKE SENIOR	Proceed, proceed: we will begin these rites,
-	As we do trust they'll end, in true delights.
-	[A dance]
-	AS YOU LIKE IT
-	EPILOGUE
-ROSALIND	It is not the fashion to see the lady the epilogue;
-	but it is no more unhandsome than to see the lord
-	the prologue. If it be true that good wine needs
-	no bush, 'tis true that a good play needs no
-	epilogue; yet to good wine they do use good bushes,
-	and good plays prove the better by the help of good
-	epilogues. What a case am I in then, that am
-	neither a good epilogue nor cannot insinuate with
-	you in the behalf of a good play! I am not
-	furnished like a beggar, therefore to beg will not
-	become me: my way is to conjure you; and I'll begin
-	with the women. I charge you, O women, for the love
-	you bear to men, to like as much of this play as
-	please you: and I charge you, O men, for the love
-	you bear to women--as I perceive by your simpering,
-	none of you hates them--that between you and the
-	women the play may please. If I were a woman I
-	would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleased
-	me, complexions that liked me and breaths that I
-	defied not: and, I am sure, as many as have good
-	beards or good faces or sweet breaths will, for my
-	kind offer, when I make curtsy, bid me farewell.
-	[Exeunt]