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Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

As You Like It

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ

SCENE III. The forest.

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.

Touch. Truly, young gentlemen, though

there was no great matter in the ditty, yet

the note was very untuneable.

Page You are deceived, sir: we kept

time, we lost not our time.

Touch. 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

SCENE IV. The forest.

Enter DUKE SENIOR, AMIENS, JAQUES, ORLANDO, OLIVER, and CEL.

Duke Sen. Dost thou believe, Orlando, that

the boy

Can do all this that he hath promised?

Orl. I sometimes do believe, and sometimes

do not; As those that fear they hope, and

know they fear.

Enter ROSALIND, SILVIUS, and PHEBE

Ros. Patience once more, whiles our

compact is urged: You say, if I bring in your

Rosalind. You will bestow her on Orlando

here?

Duke Sen. That would I, had I kingdoms

to give with her.

Ros. And you say, you will have her, when

I bring her?

Orl. That would I, were I of all kingdoms king.

Ros. You say, you’ll marry me, if I be willing?

Phebe.

That will I, should I die the hour after.

Ros. But if you do refuse to marry me,

You’ll give yourself to this most faithful

shepherd?

Phebe. So is the bargain.

Ros. You say, that you’ll have Phebe, if

she will?

Sil. Though to have her and death were

both one thing.

Ros. 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 CEL.

Duke Sen.

I do remember in this shepherd boy

Some lively touches of my daughter’s

favour.

Orl. 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.

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Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

As You Like It

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ

ACT V, SCENE I. The forest of Arden

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.

Sil. I’ll not fail, if I live.

Phebe. Nor I.

Orl. Nor I.

Exeunt

SCENE III. The forest.

Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY

Touch. To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey;

to-morrow will we be married.

Aud. I do desire it with all my heart; and I

hope it is no dishonest desire to desire to be

a woman of the world. Here comes two of the

banished duke’s pages.

Enter two Pages

1 Page Well met, honest gentleman.

Touch. By my troth, well met. Come, sit, sit,

and a song.

2 Page We are for you: sit i’ the middle.

1 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?

2 Page I’faith, i’faith; and both in a tune, like

two gipsies on a horse.

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As You Like It

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ

ACT V, SCENE I. The forest of Arden

Ros.

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 Ros. 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.

Orl. Speakest thou in sober meanings?

Ros. 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 Ros., 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.

Ros. 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.

Sil. It is to be all made of sighs and tears;

And so am I for Phebe.

Phebe. And I for Ganymede.

Orl. And I for Ros..

Ros. And I for no woman.

Sil. It is to be all made of faith and service;

And so am I for Phebe.

Phebe. And I for Ganymede.

Orl. And I for Rosalind.

Ros. And I for no woman.

Sil. 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.

Orl. And so am I for Ros..

Ros. And so am I for no woman.

Phebe. If this be so, why blame you me

to love you?

Sil. If this be so, why blame you me to

love you?

Orl. If this be so, why blame you me to

love you?

Ros. Who do you speak to, ‘Why blame

you me to love you?’

Orl. To her that is not here, nor doth not

hear.

Ros. Pray you, no more of this; ’tis like the

howling of Irish wolves against the moon.

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Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

As You Like It

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ

ACT V, SCENE I. The forest of Arden

Enter CORIN

Cor. Our master and mistress seeks you;

come, away, away!

Touch. Trip, Audrey! trip, Audrey!—I at-

tend, I attend.                            [Exeunt

SCENE II. Another Part of The forest.

Enter ORLANDO and OLIVER

Orl. Is’t possible that on so little acquaint-

ance 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?

Oli. Neither call the giddiness of it in ques-

tion, 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.

Orl. 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.

Ros. God save you, brother.

Oli. And you, fair sister.                [Exit

Ros. O, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me

to see thee wear thy heart in a scarf!

Orl. It is my arm.

Ros. I thought thy heart had been wounded

with the claws of a lion.

Orl. Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a

lady.

Ros. Did your brother tell you how I coun-

terfeited to swoon when he showed me your

handkerchief?

Orl. Ay, and greater wonders than that.

Ros. 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.

Orl. 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.

Ros.Why then, to-morrow I cannot serve

your turn for Ros.?

Orl. I can live no longer by thinking.

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As You Like It

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ

ACT V, SCENE I. The forest of Arden

Aut. Ay, I know who ’tis; he hath no in-

terest in me in the world: here comes the man

you mean.

Touch. 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.

Will. Good even, Audrey.

Aud. God ye good even, William.

Will. And good even to you, sir.

Touch. Good even, gentle friend. Cover thy

head, cover thy head; nay, prithee, be cov-

ered. How old are you, friend?

Will. Five and twenty, sir.

Touch. A ripe age. Is thy name William?

Will. William, sir.                    [here?

Touch. A fair name. Wast born i’ the forest

Will. Ay, sir, I thank God.        [rich?

Touch. ‘Thank God;’ a good answer. Art

Will. Faith, sir, so so.

Touch. ‘So so’ is good, very good, very excel-

lent good; and yet it is not; it is but so-so.

Art thou wise?

Will. Ay, sir, I have a pretty wit.

Touch. Why, thou sayest well. I do now re-

member 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?

Will. I do, sir.

Touch. Give me your hand. Art thou learned?

Will. No, sir.

Touch. 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.

Will. Which he, sir?

Touch. 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.

Aud. Do, good William.

Will. God rest you merry, sir.

Exit

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As You Like It

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ

SCENE III. Another part of the forest.

Ros. But, for the bloody napkin?

Oli.                                          By and by.

When from the first to last betwixt us two

Tears our recountments had most kindly bath’d,

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 Ros..

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.

ROS. swoons

Cel. Why, how now, Ganymede! sweet

Ganymede!                 [ROSALIND faints.

Oli. Many will swoon when they do look on

blood.

Cel. There is more in it. Cousin Gany-

mede!

Oli. Look, he recovers.

Ros. I would I were at home.

Cel. We’ll lead you thither.

I pray you, will you take him by the arm?

Oli. Be of good cheer, youth:— you a man?—

you lack a man’s heart.

Ros. 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!

Oli. This was not counterfeit: there is too

great testimony in your complexion that it was

a passion of earnest.

Ros. Counterfeit, I assure you.

Oli. Well then, take a good heart and

counterfeit to be a man.

Ros. So I do: but, i’ faith, I should have been

a woman by right.

Cel. Come, you look paler and paler: pray

you, draw homewards. Good sir, go with us.

Oli. That will I, for I must bear answer back

How you excuse my brother, Rosalind.

Ros. I shall devise something: but, I pray

you, commend my counterfeiting to him.— Will

you go?

Exeunt

ACT V

SCENE I. The forest of Arden

Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY

Touch. We shall find a time, Audrey;

patience, gentle Audrey.

Aud. Faith, the priest was good enough, for

all the old gentleman’s saying.

Touch. A most wicked Sir Oliver, Audrey, a

most vile Martext. But, Audrey, there is a

youth here in the forest lays claim to you.

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DRAMATIS PERSONÆ

SCENE III. Another part of the forest.

Oli. Orlando doth commend him to you

both;

And to that youth he calls his Rosalind

He sends this bloody napkin. Are you he?

Ros. I am: what must we understand by

this?

Oli. Some of my shame; if you will know of

What man I am, and how, and why, and where

 

This handkercher was stain’d.

Cel. I pray you, tell it.

Oli. 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 ap-

proach’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 cat-like

watch,                                               [’tis

When that the sleeping man should stir; for

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.

Cel. O, I have heard him speak of that same

brother;

And he did render him the most unnatural

That lived amongst men.

Oli. And well he might so do,

For well I know he was unnatural.      [there,

Ros. But, to Orlando: did he leave him

Food to the suck’d and hungry lioness?

Oli. Twice did he turn his back and pur-

posed 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.

Cel. Are you his brother?

Ros. Wast you he rescued?

Cel. Was’t you that did so oft contrive to

kill him?

Oli. ‘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.

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