Array ( [TITLE] => As You Like It [PERSONA] => Array ( [TITLE] => Introduction Actors [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => DUKE SENIOR, living in banishment. [1] => DUKE FREDERICK, his brother, an usurper of his dominions. [2] => LE BEAU, a courtier attending upon Frederick. [3] => CHARLES, wrestler to Frederick. [4] => TOUCHSTONE, a clown. [5] => SIR OLIVER MARTEXT, a vicar. [6] => WILLIAM, a country fellow in love with Audrey. [7] => A person representing HYMEN. [8] => ROSALIND, daughter to the banished duke. [9] => CELIA, daughter to Frederick. [10] => PHEBE, a shepherdess. [11] => AUDREY, a country wench. [12] => Lords, pages, and attendants, &c. ) [ACTORS] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => AMIENS [1] => JAQUES ) [GRPDESCR] => lords attending on the banished duke. ) [1] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => OLIVER [1] => JAQUES [2] => ORLANDO ) [GRPDESCR] => sons of Sir Rowland de Boys. ) [2] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => ADAM [1] => DENNIS ) [GRPDESCR] => servants to Oliver. ) [3] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => CORIN [1] => SILVIUS ) [GRPDESCR] => shepherds. ) ) ) [SCNDESCR] => SCENE Oliver's house; Duke Frederick's court; and the Forest of Arden. [PLAYSUBT] => AS YOU LIKE IT [ACT] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT I [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Orchard of Oliver's house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter ORLANDO and ADAM [1] => Enter OLIVER [2] => Exeunt ORLANDO and ADAM [3] => Enter DENNIS [4] => Enter CHARLES [5] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion [1] => bequeathed me by will but poor a thousand crowns, [2] => and, as thou sayest, charged my brother, on his [3] => blessing, to breed me well: and there begins my [4] => sadness. My brother Jaques he keeps at school, and [5] => report speaks goldenly of his profit: for my part, [6] => he keeps me rustically at home, or, to speak more [7] => properly, stays me here at home unkept; for call you [8] => that keeping for a gentleman of my birth, that [9] => differs not from the stalling of an ox? His horses [10] => are bred better; for, besides that they are fair [11] => with their feeding, they are taught their manage, [12] => and to that end riders dearly hired: but I, his [13] => brother, gain nothing under him but growth; for the [14] => which his animals on his dunghills are as much [15] => bound to him as I. Besides this nothing that he so [16] => plentifully gives me, the something that nature gave [17] => me his countenance seems to take from me: he lets [18] => me feed with his hinds, bars me the place of a [19] => brother, and, as much as in him lies, mines my [20] => gentility with my education. This is it, Adam, that [21] => grieves me; and the spirit of my father, which I [22] => think is within me, begins to mutiny against this [23] => servitude: I will no longer endure it, though yet I [24] => know no wise remedy how to avoid it. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ADAM [LINE] => Yonder comes my master, your brother. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go apart, Adam, and thou shalt hear how he will [1] => shake me up. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVER [LINE] => Now, sir! what make you here? ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Nothing: I am not taught to make any thing. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVER [LINE] => What mar you then, sir? ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marry, sir, I am helping you to mar that which God [1] => made, a poor unworthy brother of yours, with idleness. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVER [LINE] => Marry, sir, be better employed, and be naught awhile. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Shall I keep your hogs and eat husks with them? [1] => What prodigal portion have I spent, that I should [2] => come to such penury? ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVER [LINE] => Know you where your are, sir? ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => O, sir, very well; here in your orchard. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVER [LINE] => Know you before whom, sir? ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, better than him I am before knows me. I know [1] => you are my eldest brother; and, in the gentle [2] => condition of blood, you should so know me. The [3] => courtesy of nations allows you my better, in that [4] => you are the first-born; but the same tradition [5] => takes not away my blood, were there twenty brothers [6] => betwixt us: I have as much of my father in me as [7] => you; albeit, I confess, your coming before me is [8] => nearer to his reverence. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVER [LINE] => What, boy! ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Come, come, elder brother, you are too young in this. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVER [LINE] => Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain? ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am no villain; I am the youngest son of Sir [1] => Rowland de Boys; he was my father, and he is thrice [2] => a villain that says such a father begot villains. [3] => Wert thou not my brother, I would not take this hand [4] => from thy throat till this other had pulled out thy [5] => tongue for saying so: thou hast railed on thyself. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ADAM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sweet masters, be patient: for your father's [1] => remembrance, be at accord. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVER [LINE] => Let me go, I say. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will not, till I please: you shall hear me. My [1] => father charged you in his will to give me good [2] => education: you have trained me like a peasant, [3] => obscuring and hiding from me all gentleman-like [4] => qualities. The spirit of my father grows strong in [5] => me, and I will no longer endure it: therefore allow [6] => me such exercises as may become a gentleman, or [7] => give me the poor allottery my father left me by [8] => testament; with that I will go buy my fortunes. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And what wilt thou do? beg, when that is spent? [1] => Well, sir, get you in: I will not long be troubled [2] => with you; you shall have some part of your will: I [3] => pray you, leave me. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => I will no further offend you than becomes me for my good. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVER [LINE] => Get you with him, you old dog. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ADAM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Is 'old dog' my reward? Most true, I have lost my [1] => teeth in your service. God be with my old master! [2] => he would not have spoke such a word. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Is it even so? begin you to grow upon me? I will [1] => physic your rankness, and yet give no thousand [2] => crowns neither. Holla, Dennis! ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DENNIS [LINE] => Calls your worship? ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVER [LINE] => Was not Charles, the duke's wrestler, here to speak with me? ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DENNIS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So please you, he is here at the door and importunes [1] => access to you. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Call him in. [1] => 'Twill be a good way; and to-morrow the wrestling is. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit DENNIS ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Good morrow to your worship. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good Monsieur Charles, what's the new news at the [1] => new court? ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There's no news at the court, sir, but the old news: [1] => that is, the old duke is banished by his younger [2] => brother the new duke; and three or four loving lords [3] => have put themselves into voluntary exile with him, [4] => whose lands and revenues enrich the new duke; [5] => therefore he gives them good leave to wander. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Can you tell if Rosalind, the duke's daughter, be [1] => banished with her father? ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, no; for the duke's daughter, her cousin, so loves [1] => her, being ever from their cradles bred together, [2] => that she would have followed her exile, or have died [3] => to stay behind her. She is at the court, and no [4] => less beloved of her uncle than his own daughter; and [5] => never two ladies loved as they do. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVER [LINE] => Where will the old duke live? ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => They say he is already in the forest of Arden, and [1] => a many merry men with him; and there they live like [2] => the old Robin Hood of England: they say many young [3] => gentlemen flock to him every day, and fleet the time [4] => carelessly, as they did in the golden world. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVER [LINE] => What, you wrestle to-morrow before the new duke? ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marry, do I, sir; and I came to acquaint you with a [1] => matter. I am given, sir, secretly to understand [2] => that your younger brother Orlando hath a disposition [3] => to come in disguised against me to try a fall. [4] => To-morrow, sir, I wrestle for my credit; and he that [5] => escapes me without some broken limb shall acquit him [6] => well. Your brother is but young and tender; and, [7] => for your love, I would be loath to foil him, as I [8] => must, for my own honour, if he come in: therefore, [9] => out of my love to you, I came hither to acquaint you [10] => withal, that either you might stay him from his [11] => intendment or brook such disgrace well as he shall [12] => run into, in that it is a thing of his own search [13] => and altogether against my will. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Charles, I thank thee for thy love to me, which [1] => thou shalt find I will most kindly requite. I had [2] => myself notice of my brother's purpose herein and [3] => have by underhand means laboured to dissuade him from [4] => it, but he is resolute. I'll tell thee, Charles: [5] => it is the stubbornest young fellow of France, full [6] => of ambition, an envious emulator of every man's [7] => good parts, a secret and villanous contriver against [8] => me his natural brother: therefore use thy [9] => discretion; I had as lief thou didst break his neck [10] => as his finger. And thou wert best look to't; for if [11] => thou dost him any slight disgrace or if he do not [12] => mightily grace himself on thee, he will practise [13] => against thee by poison, entrap thee by some [14] => treacherous device and never leave thee till he [15] => hath ta'en thy life by some indirect means or other; [16] => for, I assure thee, and almost with tears I speak [17] => it, there is not one so young and so villanous this [18] => day living. I speak but brotherly of him; but [19] => should I anatomize him to thee as he is, I must [20] => blush and weep and thou must look pale and wonder. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am heartily glad I came hither to you. If he come [1] => to-morrow, I'll give him his payment: if ever he go [2] => alone again, I'll never wrestle for prize more: and [3] => so God keep your worship! ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Farewell, good Charles. [1] => Now will I stir this gamester: I hope I shall see [2] => an end of him; for my soul, yet I know not why, [3] => hates nothing more than he. Yet he's gentle, never [4] => schooled and yet learned, full of noble device, of [5] => all sorts enchantingly beloved, and indeed so much [6] => in the heart of the world, and especially of my own [7] => people, who best know him, that I am altogether [8] => misprised: but it shall not be so long; this [9] => wrestler shall clear all: nothing remains but that [10] => I kindle the boy thither; which now I'll go about. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit CHARLES ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. Lawn before the Duke's palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter CELIA and ROSALIND [1] => Enter TOUCHSTONE [2] => Flourish. Enter DUKE FREDERICK, Lords, ORLANDO, CHARLES, and Attendants [3] => They wrestle [4] => Shout. CHARLES is thrown [5] => Exeunt DUKE FREDERICK, train, and LE BEAU [6] => Exeunt ROSALIND and CELIA [7] => Re-enter LE BEAU [8] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => I pray thee, Rosalind, sweet my coz, be merry. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Dear Celia, I show more mirth than I am mistress of; [1] => and would you yet I were merrier? Unless you could [2] => teach me to forget a banished father, you must not [3] => learn me how to remember any extraordinary pleasure. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Herein I see thou lovest me not with the full weight [1] => that I love thee. If my uncle, thy banished father, [2] => had banished thy uncle, the duke my father, so thou [3] => hadst been still with me, I could have taught my [4] => love to take thy father for mine: so wouldst thou, [5] => if the truth of thy love to me were so righteously [6] => tempered as mine is to thee. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, I will forget the condition of my estate, to [1] => rejoice in yours. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You know my father hath no child but I, nor none is [1] => like to have: and, truly, when he dies, thou shalt [2] => be his heir, for what he hath taken away from thy [3] => father perforce, I will render thee again in [4] => affection; by mine honour, I will; and when I break [5] => that oath, let me turn monster: therefore, my [6] => sweet Rose, my dear Rose, be merry. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => From henceforth I will, coz, and devise sports. Let [1] => me see; what think you of falling in love? ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marry, I prithee, do, to make sport withal: but [1] => love no man in good earnest; nor no further in sport [2] => neither than with safety of a pure blush thou mayst [3] => in honour come off again. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => What shall be our sport, then? ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let us sit and mock the good housewife Fortune from [1] => her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be bestowed equally. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I would we could do so, for her benefits are [1] => mightily misplaced, and the bountiful blind woman [2] => doth most mistake in her gifts to women. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis true; for those that she makes fair she scarce [1] => makes honest, and those that she makes honest she [2] => makes very ill-favouredly. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, now thou goest from Fortune's office to [1] => Nature's: Fortune reigns in gifts of the world, [2] => not in the lineaments of Nature. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No? when Nature hath made a fair creature, may she [1] => not by Fortune fall into the fire? Though Nature [2] => hath given us wit to flout at Fortune, hath not [3] => Fortune sent in this fool to cut off the argument? ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Indeed, there is Fortune too hard for Nature, when [1] => Fortune makes Nature's natural the cutter-off of [2] => Nature's wit. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Peradventure this is not Fortune's work neither, but [1] => Nature's; who perceiveth our natural wits too dull [2] => to reason of such goddesses and hath sent this [3] => natural for our whetstone; for always the dulness of [4] => the fool is the whetstone of the wits. How now, [5] => wit! whither wander you? ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Mistress, you must come away to your father. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Were you made the messenger? ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => No, by mine honour, but I was bid to come for you. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Where learned you that oath, fool? ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Of a certain knight that swore by his honour they [1] => were good pancakes and swore by his honour the [2] => mustard was naught: now I'll stand to it, the [3] => pancakes were naught and the mustard was good, and [4] => yet was not the knight forsworn. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How prove you that, in the great heap of your [1] => knowledge? ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Ay, marry, now unmuzzle your wisdom. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stand you both forth now: stroke your chins, and [1] => swear by your beards that I am a knave. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => By our beards, if we had them, thou art. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By my knavery, if I had it, then I were; but if you [1] => swear by that that is not, you are not forsworn: no [2] => more was this knight swearing by his honour, for he [3] => never had any; or if he had, he had sworn it away [4] => before ever he saw those pancakes or that mustard. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Prithee, who is't that thou meanest? ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => One that old Frederick, your father, loves. ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My father's love is enough to honour him: enough! [1] => speak no more of him; you'll be whipped for taxation [2] => one of these days. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely what [1] => wise men do foolishly. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By my troth, thou sayest true; for since the little [1] => wit that fools have was silenced, the little foolery [2] => that wise men have makes a great show. Here comes [3] => Monsieur Le Beau. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => With his mouth full of news. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Then shall we be news-crammed. ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => All the better; we shall be the more marketable. [1] => Bon jour, Monsieur Le Beau: what's the news? ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter LE BEAU ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LE BEAU [LINE] => Fair princess, you have lost much good sport. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Sport! of what colour? ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LE BEAU [LINE] => What colour, madam! how shall I answer you? ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => As wit and fortune will. ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Or as the Destinies decree. ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Well said: that was laid on with a trowel. ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Nay, if I keep not my rank,-- ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Thou losest thy old smell. ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LE BEAU [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You amaze me, ladies: I would have told you of good [1] => wrestling, which you have lost the sight of. ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => You tell us the manner of the wrestling. ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LE BEAU [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will tell you the beginning; and, if it please [1] => your ladyships, you may see the end; for the best is [2] => yet to do; and here, where you are, they are coming [3] => to perform it. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Well, the beginning, that is dead and buried. ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LE BEAU [LINE] => There comes an old man and his three sons,-- ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => I could match this beginning with an old tale. ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LE BEAU [LINE] => Three proper young men, of excellent growth and presence. ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => With bills on their necks, 'Be it known unto all men [1] => by these presents.' ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LE BEAU [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The eldest of the three wrestled with Charles, the [1] => duke's wrestler; which Charles in a moment threw him [2] => and broke three of his ribs, that there is little [3] => hope of life in him: so he served the second, and [4] => so the third. Yonder they lie; the poor old man, [5] => their father, making such pitiful dole over them [6] => that all the beholders take his part with weeping. ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Alas! ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But what is the sport, monsieur, that the ladies [1] => have lost? ) ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LE BEAU [LINE] => Why, this that I speak of. ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thus men may grow wiser every day: it is the first [1] => time that ever I heard breaking of ribs was sport [2] => for ladies. ) ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Or I, I promise thee. ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But is there any else longs to see this broken music [1] => in his sides? is there yet another dotes upon [2] => rib-breaking? Shall we see this wrestling, cousin? ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LE BEAU [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You must, if you stay here; for here is the place [1] => appointed for the wrestling, and they are ready to [2] => perform it. ) ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Yonder, sure, they are coming: let us now stay and see it. ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE FREDERICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come on: since the youth will not be entreated, his [1] => own peril on his forwardness. ) ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Is yonder the man? ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LE BEAU [LINE] => Even he, madam. ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Alas, he is too young! yet he looks successfully. ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE FREDERICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How now, daughter and cousin! are you crept hither [1] => to see the wrestling? ) ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Ay, my liege, so please you give us leave. ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE FREDERICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You will take little delight in it, I can tell you; [1] => there is such odds in the man. In pity of the [2] => challenger's youth I would fain dissuade him, but he [3] => will not be entreated. Speak to him, ladies; see if [4] => you can move him. ) ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Call him hither, good Monsieur Le Beau. ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE FREDERICK [LINE] => Do so: I'll not be by. ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LE BEAU [LINE] => Monsieur the challenger, the princesses call for you. ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => I attend them with all respect and duty. ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Young man, have you challenged Charles the wrestler? ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, fair princess; he is the general challenger: I [1] => come but in, as others do, to try with him the [2] => strength of my youth. ) ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Young gentleman, your spirits are too bold for your [1] => years. You have seen cruel proof of this man's [2] => strength: if you saw yourself with your eyes or [3] => knew yourself with your judgment, the fear of your [4] => adventure would counsel you to a more equal [5] => enterprise. We pray you, for your own sake, to [6] => embrace your own safety and give over this attempt. ) ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Do, young sir; your reputation shall not therefore [1] => be misprised: we will make it our suit to the duke [2] => that the wrestling might not go forward. ) ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I beseech you, punish me not with your hard [1] => thoughts; wherein I confess me much guilty, to deny [2] => so fair and excellent ladies any thing. But let [3] => your fair eyes and gentle wishes go with me to my [4] => trial: wherein if I be foiled, there is but one [5] => shamed that was never gracious; if killed, but one [6] => dead that was willing to be so: I shall do my [7] => friends no wrong, for I have none to lament me, the [8] => world no injury, for in it I have nothing; only in [9] => the world I fill up a place, which may be better [10] => supplied when I have made it empty. ) ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => The little strength that I have, I would it were with you. ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => And mine, to eke out hers. ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Fare you well: pray heaven I be deceived in you! ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Your heart's desires be with you! ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, where is this young gallant that is so [1] => desirous to lie with his mother earth? ) ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Ready, sir; but his will hath in it a more modest working. ) [81] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE FREDERICK [LINE] => You shall try but one fall. ) [82] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, I warrant your grace, you shall not entreat him [1] => to a second, that have so mightily persuaded him [2] => from a first. ) ) [83] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => An you mean to mock me after, you should not have [1] => mocked me before: but come your ways. ) ) [84] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Now Hercules be thy speed, young man! ) [85] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I would I were invisible, to catch the strong [1] => fellow by the leg. ) ) [86] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => O excellent young man! ) [87] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who [1] => should down. ) ) [88] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE FREDERICK [LINE] => No more, no more. ) [89] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Yes, I beseech your grace: I am not yet well breathed. ) [90] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE FREDERICK [LINE] => How dost thou, Charles? ) [91] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LE BEAU [LINE] => He cannot speak, my lord. ) [92] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE FREDERICK [LINE] => Bear him away. What is thy name, young man? ) [93] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Orlando, my liege; the youngest son of Sir Rowland de Boys. ) [94] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE FREDERICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I would thou hadst been son to some man else: [1] => The world esteem'd thy father honourable, [2] => But I did find him still mine enemy: [3] => Thou shouldst have better pleased me with this deed, [4] => Hadst thou descended from another house. [5] => But fare thee well; thou art a gallant youth: [6] => I would thou hadst told me of another father. ) ) [95] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Were I my father, coz, would I do this? ) [96] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am more proud to be Sir Rowland's son, [1] => His youngest son; and would not change that calling, [2] => To be adopted heir to Frederick. ) ) [97] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My father loved Sir Rowland as his soul, [1] => And all the world was of my father's mind: [2] => Had I before known this young man his son, [3] => I should have given him tears unto entreaties, [4] => Ere he should thus have ventured. ) ) [98] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Gentle cousin, [1] => Let us go thank him and encourage him: [2] => My father's rough and envious disposition [3] => Sticks me at heart. Sir, you have well deserved: [4] => If you do keep your promises in love [5] => But justly, as you have exceeded all promise, [6] => Your mistress shall be happy. ) ) [99] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Gentleman, [1] => Wear this for me, one out of suits with fortune, [2] => That could give more, but that her hand lacks means. [3] => Shall we go, coz? ) [STAGEDIR] => Giving him a chain from her neck ) [100] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Ay. Fare you well, fair gentleman. ) [101] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Can I not say, I thank you? My better parts [1] => Are all thrown down, and that which here stands up [2] => Is but a quintain, a mere lifeless block. ) ) [102] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He calls us back: my pride fell with my fortunes; [1] => I'll ask him what he would. Did you call, sir? [2] => Sir, you have wrestled well and overthrown [3] => More than your enemies. ) ) [103] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Will you go, coz? ) [104] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Have with you. Fare you well. ) [105] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue? [1] => I cannot speak to her, yet she urged conference. [2] => O poor Orlando, thou art overthrown! [3] => Or Charles or something weaker masters thee. ) ) [106] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LE BEAU [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good sir, I do in friendship counsel you [1] => To leave this place. Albeit you have deserved [2] => High commendation, true applause and love, [3] => Yet such is now the duke's condition [4] => That he misconstrues all that you have done. [5] => The duke is humorous; what he is indeed, [6] => More suits you to conceive than I to speak of. ) ) [107] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I thank you, sir: and, pray you, tell me this: [1] => Which of the two was daughter of the duke [2] => That here was at the wrestling? ) ) [108] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LE BEAU [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Neither his daughter, if we judge by manners; [1] => But yet indeed the lesser is his daughter [2] => The other is daughter to the banish'd duke, [3] => And here detain'd by her usurping uncle, [4] => To keep his daughter company; whose loves [5] => Are dearer than the natural bond of sisters. [6] => But I can tell you that of late this duke [7] => Hath ta'en displeasure 'gainst his gentle niece, [8] => Grounded upon no other argument [9] => But that the people praise her for her virtues [10] => And pity her for her good father's sake; [11] => And, on my life, his malice 'gainst the lady [12] => Will suddenly break forth. Sir, fare you well: [13] => Hereafter, in a better world than this, [14] => I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. ) ) [109] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I rest much bounden to you: fare you well. [1] => Thus must I from the smoke into the smother; [2] => From tyrant duke unto a tyrant brother: [3] => But heavenly Rosalind! ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit LE BEAU ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. A room in the palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter CELIA and ROSALIND [1] => Enter DUKE FREDERICK, with Lords [2] => Exeunt DUKE FREDERICK and Lords [3] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Why, cousin! why, Rosalind! Cupid have mercy! not a word? ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Not one to throw at a dog. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, thy words are too precious to be cast away upon [1] => curs; throw some of them at me; come, lame me with reasons. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then there were two cousins laid up; when the one [1] => should be lamed with reasons and the other mad [2] => without any. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => But is all this for your father? ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, some of it is for my child's father. O, how [1] => full of briers is this working-day world! ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => They are but burs, cousin, thrown upon thee in [1] => holiday foolery: if we walk not in the trodden [2] => paths our very petticoats will catch them. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => I could shake them off my coat: these burs are in my heart. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Hem them away. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => I would try, if I could cry 'hem' and have him. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Come, come, wrestle with thy affections. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => O, they take the part of a better wrestler than myself! ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, a good wish upon you! you will try in time, in [1] => despite of a fall. But, turning these jests out of [2] => service, let us talk in good earnest: is it [3] => possible, on such a sudden, you should fall into so [4] => strong a liking with old Sir Rowland's youngest son? ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => The duke my father loved his father dearly. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Doth it therefore ensue that you should love his son [1] => dearly? By this kind of chase, I should hate him, [2] => for my father hated his father dearly; yet I hate [3] => not Orlando. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => No, faith, hate him not, for my sake. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Why should I not? doth he not deserve well? ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let me love him for that, and do you love him [1] => because I do. Look, here comes the duke. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => With his eyes full of anger. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE FREDERICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Mistress, dispatch you with your safest haste [1] => And get you from our court. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Me, uncle? ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE FREDERICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You, cousin [1] => Within these ten days if that thou be'st found [2] => So near our public court as twenty miles, [3] => Thou diest for it. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do beseech your grace, [1] => Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me: [2] => If with myself I hold intelligence [3] => Or have acquaintance with mine own desires, [4] => If that I do not dream or be not frantic,-- [5] => As I do trust I am not--then, dear uncle, [6] => Never so much as in a thought unborn [7] => Did I offend your highness. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE FREDERICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thus do all traitors: [1] => If their purgation did consist in words, [2] => They are as innocent as grace itself: [3] => Let it suffice thee that I trust thee not. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor: [1] => Tell me whereon the likelihood depends. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE FREDERICK [LINE] => Thou art thy father's daughter; there's enough. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So was I when your highness took his dukedom; [1] => So was I when your highness banish'd him: [2] => Treason is not inherited, my lord; [3] => Or, if we did derive it from our friends, [4] => What's that to me? my father was no traitor: [5] => Then, good my liege, mistake me not so much [6] => To think my poverty is treacherous. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Dear sovereign, hear me speak. ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE FREDERICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, Celia; we stay'd her for your sake, [1] => Else had she with her father ranged along. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I did not then entreat to have her stay; [1] => It was your pleasure and your own remorse: [2] => I was too young that time to value her; [3] => But now I know her: if she be a traitor, [4] => Why so am I; we still have slept together, [5] => Rose at an instant, learn'd, play'd, eat together, [6] => And wheresoever we went, like Juno's swans, [7] => Still we went coupled and inseparable. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE FREDERICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => She is too subtle for thee; and her smoothness, [1] => Her very silence and her patience [2] => Speak to the people, and they pity her. [3] => Thou art a fool: she robs thee of thy name; [4] => And thou wilt show more bright and seem more virtuous [5] => When she is gone. Then open not thy lips: [6] => Firm and irrevocable is my doom [7] => Which I have pass'd upon her; she is banish'd. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pronounce that sentence then on me, my liege: [1] => I cannot live out of her company. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE FREDERICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You are a fool. You, niece, provide yourself: [1] => If you outstay the time, upon mine honour, [2] => And in the greatness of my word, you die. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O my poor Rosalind, whither wilt thou go? [1] => Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee mine. [2] => I charge thee, be not thou more grieved than I am. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => I have more cause. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou hast not, cousin; [1] => Prithee be cheerful: know'st thou not, the duke [2] => Hath banish'd me, his daughter? ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => That he hath not. ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, hath not? Rosalind lacks then the love [1] => Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one: [2] => Shall we be sunder'd? shall we part, sweet girl? [3] => No: let my father seek another heir. [4] => Therefore devise with me how we may fly, [5] => Whither to go and what to bear with us; [6] => And do not seek to take your change upon you, [7] => To bear your griefs yourself and leave me out; [8] => For, by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale, [9] => Say what thou canst, I'll go along with thee. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Why, whither shall we go? ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => To seek my uncle in the forest of Arden. ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Alas, what danger will it be to us, [1] => Maids as we are, to travel forth so far! [2] => Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll put myself in poor and mean attire [1] => And with a kind of umber smirch my face; [2] => The like do you: so shall we pass along [3] => And never stir assailants. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Were it not better, [1] => Because that I am more than common tall, [2] => That I did suit me all points like a man? [3] => A gallant curtle-axe upon my thigh, [4] => A boar-spear in my hand; and--in my heart [5] => Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will-- [6] => We'll have a swashing and a martial outside, [7] => As many other mannish cowards have [8] => That do outface it with their semblances. ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => What shall I call thee when thou art a man? ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own page; [1] => And therefore look you call me Ganymede. [2] => But what will you be call'd? ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Something that hath a reference to my state [1] => No longer Celia, but Aliena. ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But, cousin, what if we assay'd to steal [1] => The clownish fool out of your father's court? [2] => Would he not be a comfort to our travel? ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He'll go along o'er the wide world with me; [1] => Leave me alone to woo him. Let's away, [2] => And get our jewels and our wealth together, [3] => Devise the fittest time and safest way [4] => To hide us from pursuit that will be made [5] => After my flight. Now go we in content [6] => To liberty and not to banishment. ) ) ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT II [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. The Forest of Arden. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter DUKE SENIOR, AMIENS, and two or three Lords, like foresters [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE SENIOR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, [1] => Hath not old custom made this life more sweet [2] => Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods [3] => More free from peril than the envious court? [4] => Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, [5] => The seasons' difference, as the icy fang [6] => And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, [7] => Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, [8] => Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say [9] => 'This is no flattery: these are counsellors [10] => That feelingly persuade me what I am.' [11] => Sweet are the uses of adversity, [12] => Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, [13] => Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; [14] => And this our life exempt from public haunt [15] => Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, [16] => Sermons in stones and good in every thing. [17] => I would not change it. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AMIENS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Happy is your grace, [1] => That can translate the stubbornness of fortune [2] => Into so quiet and so sweet a style. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE SENIOR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, shall we go and kill us venison? [1] => And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools, [2] => Being native burghers of this desert city, [3] => Should in their own confines with forked heads [4] => Have their round haunches gored. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Indeed, my lord, [1] => The melancholy Jaques grieves at that, [2] => And, in that kind, swears you do more usurp [3] => Than doth your brother that hath banish'd you. [4] => To-day my Lord of Amiens and myself [5] => Did steal behind him as he lay along [6] => Under an oak whose antique root peeps out [7] => Upon the brook that brawls along this wood: [8] => To the which place a poor sequester'd stag, [9] => That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt, [10] => Did come to languish, and indeed, my lord, [11] => The wretched animal heaved forth such groans [12] => That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat [13] => Almost to bursting, and the big round tears [14] => Coursed one another down his innocent nose [15] => In piteous chase; and thus the hairy fool [16] => Much marked of the melancholy Jaques, [17] => Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook, [18] => Augmenting it with tears. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE SENIOR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But what said Jaques? [1] => Did he not moralize this spectacle? ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, yes, into a thousand similes. [1] => First, for his weeping into the needless stream; [2] => 'Poor deer,' quoth he, 'thou makest a testament [3] => As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more [4] => To that which had too much:' then, being there alone, [5] => Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends, [6] => ''Tis right:' quoth he; 'thus misery doth part [7] => The flux of company:' anon a careless herd, [8] => Full of the pasture, jumps along by him [9] => And never stays to greet him; 'Ay' quoth Jaques, [10] => 'Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens; [11] => 'Tis just the fashion: wherefore do you look [12] => Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?' [13] => Thus most invectively he pierceth through [14] => The body of the country, city, court, [15] => Yea, and of this our life, swearing that we [16] => Are mere usurpers, tyrants and what's worse, [17] => To fright the animals and to kill them up [18] => In their assign'd and native dwelling-place. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE SENIOR [LINE] => And did you leave him in this contemplation? ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We did, my lord, weeping and commenting [1] => Upon the sobbing deer. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE SENIOR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Show me the place: [1] => I love to cope him in these sullen fits, [2] => For then he's full of matter. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => I'll bring you to him straight. ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. A room in the palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter DUKE FREDERICK, with Lords [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE FREDERICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Can it be possible that no man saw them? [1] => It cannot be: some villains of my court [2] => Are of consent and sufferance in this. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I cannot hear of any that did see her. [1] => The ladies, her attendants of her chamber, [2] => Saw her abed, and in the morning early [3] => They found the bed untreasured of their mistress. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, the roynish clown, at whom so oft [1] => Your grace was wont to laugh, is also missing. [2] => Hisperia, the princess' gentlewoman, [3] => Confesses that she secretly o'erheard [4] => Your daughter and her cousin much commend [5] => The parts and graces of the wrestler [6] => That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles; [7] => And she believes, wherever they are gone, [8] => That youth is surely in their company. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE FREDERICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Send to his brother; fetch that gallant hither; [1] => If he be absent, bring his brother to me; [2] => I'll make him find him: do this suddenly, [3] => And let not search and inquisition quail [4] => To bring again these foolish runaways. ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. Before OLIVER'S house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter ORLANDO and ADAM, meeting [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Who's there? ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ADAM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, my young master? O, my gentle master! [1] => O my sweet master! O you memory [2] => Of old Sir Rowland! why, what make you here? [3] => Why are you virtuous? why do people love you? [4] => And wherefore are you gentle, strong and valiant? [5] => Why would you be so fond to overcome [6] => The bonny priser of the humorous duke? [7] => Your praise is come too swiftly home before you. [8] => Know you not, master, to some kind of men [9] => Their graces serve them but as enemies? [10] => No more do yours: your virtues, gentle master, [11] => Are sanctified and holy traitors to you. [12] => O, what a world is this, when what is comely [13] => Envenoms him that bears it! ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Why, what's the matter? ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ADAM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O unhappy youth! [1] => Come not within these doors; within this roof [2] => The enemy of all your graces lives: [3] => Your brother--no, no brother; yet the son-- [4] => Yet not the son, I will not call him son [5] => Of him I was about to call his father-- [6] => Hath heard your praises, and this night he means [7] => To burn the lodging where you use to lie [8] => And you within it: if he fail of that, [9] => He will have other means to cut you off. [10] => I overheard him and his practises. [11] => This is no place; this house is but a butchery: [12] => Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go? ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ADAM [LINE] => No matter whither, so you come not here. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my food? [1] => Or with a base and boisterous sword enforce [2] => A thievish living on the common road? [3] => This I must do, or know not what to do: [4] => Yet this I will not do, do how I can; [5] => I rather will subject me to the malice [6] => Of a diverted blood and bloody brother. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ADAM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But do not so. I have five hundred crowns, [1] => The thrifty hire I saved under your father, [2] => Which I did store to be my foster-nurse [3] => When service should in my old limbs lie lame [4] => And unregarded age in corners thrown: [5] => Take that, and He that doth the ravens feed, [6] => Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, [7] => Be comfort to my age! Here is the gold; [8] => And all this I give you. Let me be your servant: [9] => Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; [10] => For in my youth I never did apply [11] => Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood, [12] => Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo [13] => The means of weakness and debility; [14] => Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, [15] => Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; [16] => I'll do the service of a younger man [17] => In all your business and necessities. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O good old man, how well in thee appears [1] => The constant service of the antique world, [2] => When service sweat for duty, not for meed! [3] => Thou art not for the fashion of these times, [4] => Where none will sweat but for promotion, [5] => And having that, do choke their service up [6] => Even with the having: it is not so with thee. [7] => But, poor old man, thou prunest a rotten tree, [8] => That cannot so much as a blossom yield [9] => In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry [10] => But come thy ways; well go along together, [11] => And ere we have thy youthful wages spent, [12] => We'll light upon some settled low content. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ADAM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Master, go on, and I will follow thee, [1] => To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty. [2] => From seventeen years till now almost fourscore [3] => Here lived I, but now live here no more. [4] => At seventeen years many their fortunes seek; [5] => But at fourscore it is too late a week: [6] => Yet fortune cannot recompense me better [7] => Than to die well and not my master's debtor. ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. The Forest of Arden. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter ROSALIND for Ganymede, CELIA for Aliena, and TOUCHSTONE [1] => Exit [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => O Jupiter, how weary are my spirits! ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's [1] => apparel and to cry like a woman; but I must comfort [2] => the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to show [3] => itself courageous to petticoat: therefore courage, [4] => good Aliena! ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => I pray you, bear with me; I cannot go no further. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => For my part, I had rather bear with you than bear [1] => you; yet I should bear no cross if I did bear you, [2] => for I think you have no money in your purse. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Well, this is the forest of Arden. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, now am I in Arden; the more fool I; when I was [1] => at home, I was in a better place: but travellers [2] => must be content. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, be so, good Touchstone. [1] => Look you, who comes here; a young man and an old in [2] => solemn talk. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter CORIN and SILVIUS ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIN [LINE] => That is the way to make her scorn you still. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILVIUS [LINE] => O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love her! ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIN [LINE] => I partly guess; for I have loved ere now. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess, [1] => Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover [2] => As ever sigh'd upon a midnight pillow: [3] => But if thy love were ever like to mine-- [4] => As sure I think did never man love so-- [5] => How many actions most ridiculous [6] => Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy? ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIN [LINE] => Into a thousand that I have forgotten. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily! [1] => If thou remember'st not the slightest folly [2] => That ever love did make thee run into, [3] => Thou hast not loved: [4] => Or if thou hast not sat as I do now, [5] => Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress' praise, [6] => Thou hast not loved: [7] => Or if thou hast not broke from company [8] => Abruptly, as my passion now makes me, [9] => Thou hast not loved. [10] => O Phebe, Phebe, Phebe! ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Alas, poor shepherd! searching of thy wound, [1] => I have by hard adventure found mine own. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And I mine. I remember, when I was in love I broke [1] => my sword upon a stone and bid him take that for [2] => coming a-night to Jane Smile; and I remember the [3] => kissing of her batlet and the cow's dugs that her [4] => pretty chopt hands had milked; and I remember the [5] => wooing of a peascod instead of her, from whom I took [6] => two cods and, giving her them again, said with [7] => weeping tears 'Wear these for my sake.' We that are [8] => true lovers run into strange capers; but as all is [9] => mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Thou speakest wiser than thou art ware of. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I [1] => break my shins against it. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Jove, Jove! this shepherd's passion [1] => Is much upon my fashion. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => And mine; but it grows something stale with me. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I pray you, one of you question yond man [1] => If he for gold will give us any food: [2] => I faint almost to death. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Holla, you clown! ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Peace, fool: he's not thy kinsman. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIN [LINE] => Who calls? ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Your betters, sir. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIN [LINE] => Else are they very wretched. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Peace, I say. Good even to you, friend. ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIN [LINE] => And to you, gentle sir, and to you all. ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I prithee, shepherd, if that love or gold [1] => Can in this desert place buy entertainment, [2] => Bring us where we may rest ourselves and feed: [3] => Here's a young maid with travel much oppress'd [4] => And faints for succor. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fair sir, I pity her [1] => And wish, for her sake more than for mine own, [2] => My fortunes were more able to relieve her; [3] => But I am shepherd to another man [4] => And do not shear the fleeces that I graze: [5] => My master is of churlish disposition [6] => And little recks to find the way to heaven [7] => By doing deeds of hospitality: [8] => Besides, his cote, his flocks and bounds of feed [9] => Are now on sale, and at our sheepcote now, [10] => By reason of his absence, there is nothing [11] => That you will feed on; but what is, come see. [12] => And in my voice most welcome shall you be. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => What is he that shall buy his flock and pasture? ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That young swain that you saw here but erewhile, [1] => That little cares for buying any thing. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I pray thee, if it stand with honesty, [1] => Buy thou the cottage, pasture and the flock, [2] => And thou shalt have to pay for it of us. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And we will mend thy wages. I like this place. [1] => And willingly could waste my time in it. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Assuredly the thing is to be sold: [1] => Go with me: if you like upon report [2] => The soil, the profit and this kind of life, [3] => I will your very faithful feeder be [4] => And buy it with your gold right suddenly. ) ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE V. The Forest. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter AMIENS, JAQUES, and others [1] => Exeunt severally ) [SUBHEAD] => SONG. [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AMIENS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Under the greenwood tree [1] => Who loves to lie with me, [2] => And turn his merry note [3] => Unto the sweet bird's throat, [4] => Come hither, come hither, come hither: [5] => Here shall he see No enemy [6] => But winter and rough weather. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => More, more, I prithee, more. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AMIENS [LINE] => It will make you melancholy, Monsieur Jaques. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I thank it. More, I prithee, more. I can suck [1] => melancholy out of a song, as a weasel sucks eggs. [2] => More, I prithee, more. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AMIENS [LINE] => My voice is ragged: I know I cannot please you. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do not desire you to please me; I do desire you to [1] => sing. Come, more; another stanzo: call you 'em stanzos? ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AMIENS [LINE] => What you will, Monsieur Jaques. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, I care not for their names; they owe me [1] => nothing. Will you sing? ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AMIENS [LINE] => More at your request than to please myself. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you; [1] => but that they call compliment is like the encounter [2] => of two dog-apes, and when a man thanks me heartily, [3] => methinks I have given him a penny and he renders me [4] => the beggarly thanks. Come, sing; and you that will [5] => not, hold your tongues. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AMIENS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, I'll end the song. Sirs, cover the while; the [1] => duke will drink under this tree. He hath been all [2] => this day to look you. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And I have been all this day to avoid him. He is [1] => too disputable for my company: I think of as many [2] => matters as he, but I give heaven thanks and make no [3] => boast of them. Come, warble, come. [4] => Who doth ambition shun [5] => And loves to live i' the sun, [6] => Seeking the food he eats [7] => And pleased with what he gets, [8] => Come hither, come hither, come hither: [9] => Here shall he see No enemy [10] => But winter and rough weather. ) [SUBHEAD] => SONG. [STAGEDIR] => All together here ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll give you a verse to this note that I made [1] => yesterday in despite of my invention. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AMIENS [LINE] => And I'll sing it. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thus it goes:-- [1] => If it do come to pass [2] => That any man turn ass, [3] => Leaving his wealth and ease, [4] => A stubborn will to please, [5] => Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame: [6] => Here shall he see [7] => Gross fools as he, [8] => An if he will come to me. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AMIENS [LINE] => What's that 'ducdame'? ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a [1] => circle. I'll go sleep, if I can; if I cannot, I'll [2] => rail against all the first-born of Egypt. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AMIENS [LINE] => And I'll go seek the duke: his banquet is prepared. ) ) ) [5] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE VI. The forest. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter ORLANDO and ADAM [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ADAM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Dear master, I can go no further. O, I die for food! [1] => Here lie I down, and measure out my grave. Farewell, [2] => kind master. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee? Live [1] => a little; comfort a little; cheer thyself a little. [2] => If this uncouth forest yield any thing savage, I [3] => will either be food for it or bring it for food to [4] => thee. Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers. [5] => For my sake be comfortable; hold death awhile at [6] => the arm's end: I will here be with thee presently; [7] => and if I bring thee not something to eat, I will [8] => give thee leave to die: but if thou diest before I [9] => come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well said! [10] => thou lookest cheerly, and I'll be with thee quickly. [11] => Yet thou liest in the bleak air: come, I will bear [12] => thee to some shelter; and thou shalt not die for [13] => lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this [14] => desert. Cheerly, good Adam! ) ) ) ) [6] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE VII. The forest. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => A table set out. Enter DUKE SENIOR, AMIENS, and Lords like outlaws [1] => Enter JAQUES [2] => Enter ORLANDO, with his sword drawn [3] => Exit [4] => Re-enter ORLANDO, with ADAM [5] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE SENIOR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I think he be transform'd into a beast; [1] => For I can no where find him like a man. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, he is but even now gone hence: [1] => Here was he merry, hearing of a song. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE SENIOR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If he, compact of jars, grow musical, [1] => We shall have shortly discord in the spheres. [2] => Go, seek him: tell him I would speak with him. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => He saves my labour by his own approach. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE SENIOR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, how now, monsieur! what a life is this, [1] => That your poor friends must woo your company? [2] => What, you look merrily! ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' the forest, [1] => A motley fool; a miserable world! [2] => As I do live by food, I met a fool [3] => Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun, [4] => And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms, [5] => In good set terms and yet a motley fool. [6] => 'Good morrow, fool,' quoth I. 'No, sir,' quoth he, [7] => 'Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune:' [8] => And then he drew a dial from his poke, [9] => And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, [10] => Says very wisely, 'It is ten o'clock: [11] => Thus we may see,' quoth he, 'how the world wags: [12] => 'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, [13] => And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; [14] => And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, [15] => And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; [16] => And thereby hangs a tale.' When I did hear [17] => The motley fool thus moral on the time, [18] => My lungs began to crow like chanticleer, [19] => That fools should be so deep-contemplative, [20] => And I did laugh sans intermission [21] => An hour by his dial. O noble fool! [22] => A worthy fool! Motley's the only wear. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE SENIOR [LINE] => What fool is this? ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O worthy fool! One that hath been a courtier, [1] => And says, if ladies be but young and fair, [2] => They have the gift to know it: and in his brain, [3] => Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit [4] => After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd [5] => With observation, the which he vents [6] => In mangled forms. O that I were a fool! [7] => I am ambitious for a motley coat. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE SENIOR [LINE] => Thou shalt have one. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is my only suit; [1] => Provided that you weed your better judgments [2] => Of all opinion that grows rank in them [3] => That I am wise. I must have liberty [4] => Withal, as large a charter as the wind, [5] => To blow on whom I please; for so fools have; [6] => And they that are most galled with my folly, [7] => They most must laugh. And why, sir, must they so? [8] => The 'why' is plain as way to parish church: [9] => He that a fool doth very wisely hit [10] => Doth very foolishly, although he smart, [11] => Not to seem senseless of the bob: if not, [12] => The wise man's folly is anatomized [13] => Even by the squandering glances of the fool. [14] => Invest me in my motley; give me leave [15] => To speak my mind, and I will through and through [16] => Cleanse the foul body of the infected world, [17] => If they will patiently receive my medicine. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE SENIOR [LINE] => Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst do. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => What, for a counter, would I do but good? ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE SENIOR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Most mischievous foul sin, in chiding sin: [1] => For thou thyself hast been a libertine, [2] => As sensual as the brutish sting itself; [3] => And all the embossed sores and headed evils, [4] => That thou with licence of free foot hast caught, [5] => Wouldst thou disgorge into the general world. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, who cries out on pride, [1] => That can therein tax any private party? [2] => Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea, [3] => Till that the weary very means do ebb? [4] => What woman in the city do I name, [5] => When that I say the city-woman bears [6] => The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders? [7] => Who can come in and say that I mean her, [8] => When such a one as she such is her neighbour? [9] => Or what is he of basest function [10] => That says his bravery is not of my cost, [11] => Thinking that I mean him, but therein suits [12] => His folly to the mettle of my speech? [13] => There then; how then? what then? Let me see wherein [14] => My tongue hath wrong'd him: if it do him right, [15] => Then he hath wrong'd himself; if he be free, [16] => Why then my taxing like a wild-goose flies, [17] => Unclaim'd of any man. But who comes here? ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Forbear, and eat no more. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Why, I have eat none yet. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Nor shalt not, till necessity be served. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Of what kind should this cock come of? ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE SENIOR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy distress, [1] => Or else a rude despiser of good manners, [2] => That in civility thou seem'st so empty? ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You touch'd my vein at first: the thorny point [1] => Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show [2] => Of smooth civility: yet am I inland bred [3] => And know some nurture. But forbear, I say: [4] => He dies that touches any of this fruit [5] => Till I and my affairs are answered. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => An you will not be answered with reason, I must die. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE SENIOR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What would you have? Your gentleness shall force [1] => More than your force move us to gentleness. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => I almost die for food; and let me have it. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE SENIOR [LINE] => Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Speak you so gently? Pardon me, I pray you: [1] => I thought that all things had been savage here; [2] => And therefore put I on the countenance [3] => Of stern commandment. But whate'er you are [4] => That in this desert inaccessible, [5] => Under the shade of melancholy boughs, [6] => Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time [7] => If ever you have look'd on better days, [8] => If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church, [9] => If ever sat at any good man's feast, [10] => If ever from your eyelids wiped a tear [11] => And know what 'tis to pity and be pitied, [12] => Let gentleness my strong enforcement be: [13] => In the which hope I blush, and hide my sword. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE SENIOR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => True is it that we have seen better days, [1] => And have with holy bell been knoll'd to church [2] => And sat at good men's feasts and wiped our eyes [3] => Of drops that sacred pity hath engender'd: [4] => And therefore sit you down in gentleness [5] => And take upon command what help we have [6] => That to your wanting may be minister'd. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then but forbear your food a little while, [1] => Whiles, like a doe, I go to find my fawn [2] => And give it food. There is an old poor man, [3] => Who after me hath many a weary step [4] => Limp'd in pure love: till he be first sufficed, [5] => Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger, [6] => I will not touch a bit. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE SENIOR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go find him out, [1] => And we will nothing waste till you return. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => I thank ye; and be blest for your good comfort! ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE SENIOR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy: [1] => This wide and universal theatre [2] => Presents more woeful pageants than the scene [3] => Wherein we play in. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => All the world's a stage, [1] => And all the men and women merely players: [2] => They have their exits and their entrances; [3] => And one man in his time plays many parts, [4] => His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, [5] => Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. [6] => And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel [7] => And shining morning face, creeping like snail [8] => Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, [9] => Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad [10] => Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, [11] => Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, [12] => Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, [13] => Seeking the bubble reputation [14] => Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, [15] => In fair round belly with good capon lined, [16] => With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, [17] => Full of wise saws and modern instances; [18] => And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts [19] => Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, [20] => With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, [21] => His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide [22] => For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, [23] => Turning again toward childish treble, pipes [24] => And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, [25] => That ends this strange eventful history, [26] => Is second childishness and mere oblivion, [27] => Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE SENIOR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Welcome. Set down your venerable burthen, [1] => And let him feed. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => I thank you most for him. ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ADAM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So had you need: [1] => I scarce can speak to thank you for myself. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE SENIOR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Welcome; fall to: I will not trouble you [1] => As yet, to question you about your fortunes. [2] => Give us some music; and, good cousin, sing. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AMIENS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Blow, blow, thou winter wind. [1] => Thou art not so unkind [2] => As man's ingratitude; [3] => Thy tooth is not so keen, [4] => Because thou art not seen, [5] => Although thy breath be rude. [6] => Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly: [7] => Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: [8] => Then, heigh-ho, the holly! [9] => This life is most jolly. [10] => Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, [11] => That dost not bite so nigh [12] => As benefits forgot: [13] => Though thou the waters warp, [14] => Thy sting is not so sharp [15] => As friend remember'd not. [16] => Heigh-ho! sing, &c. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE SENIOR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If that you were the good Sir Rowland's son, [1] => As you have whisper'd faithfully you were, [2] => And as mine eye doth his effigies witness [3] => Most truly limn'd and living in your face, [4] => Be truly welcome hither: I am the duke [5] => That loved your father: the residue of your fortune, [6] => Go to my cave and tell me. Good old man, [7] => Thou art right welcome as thy master is. [8] => Support him by the arm. Give me your hand, [9] => And let me all your fortunes understand. ) ) ) [SUBHEAD] => SONG. ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT III [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. A room in the palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter DUKE FREDERICK, Lords, and OLIVER [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE FREDERICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not see him since? Sir, sir, that cannot be: [1] => But were I not the better part made mercy, [2] => I should not seek an absent argument [3] => Of my revenge, thou present. But look to it: [4] => Find out thy brother, wheresoe'er he is; [5] => Seek him with candle; bring him dead or living [6] => Within this twelvemonth, or turn thou no more [7] => To seek a living in our territory. [8] => Thy lands and all things that thou dost call thine [9] => Worth seizure do we seize into our hands, [10] => Till thou canst quit thee by thy brothers mouth [11] => Of what we think against thee. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O that your highness knew my heart in this! [1] => I never loved my brother in my life. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE FREDERICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => More villain thou. Well, push him out of doors; [1] => And let my officers of such a nature [2] => Make an extent upon his house and lands: [3] => Do this expediently and turn him going. ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. The forest. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter ORLANDO, with a paper [1] => Exit [2] => Enter CORIN and TOUCHSTONE [3] => Enter ROSALIND, with a paper, reading [4] => Enter CELIA, with a writing [5] => Exeunt CORIN and TOUCHSTONE [6] => Enter ORLANDO and JAQUES [7] => Exit JAQUES [8] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love: [1] => And thou, thrice-crowned queen of night, survey [2] => With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above, [3] => Thy huntress' name that my full life doth sway. [4] => O Rosalind! these trees shall be my books [5] => And in their barks my thoughts I'll character; [6] => That every eye which in this forest looks [7] => Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where. [8] => Run, run, Orlando; carve on every tree [9] => The fair, the chaste and unexpressive she. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIN [LINE] => And how like you this shepherd's life, Master Touchstone? ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good [1] => life, but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, [2] => it is naught. In respect that it is solitary, I [3] => like it very well; but in respect that it is [4] => private, it is a very vile life. Now, in respect it [5] => is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in [6] => respect it is not in the court, it is tedious. As [7] => is it a spare life, look you, it fits my humour well; [8] => but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much [9] => against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd? ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No more but that I know the more one sickens the [1] => worse at ease he is; and that he that wants money, [2] => means and content is without three good friends; [3] => that the property of rain is to wet and fire to [4] => burn; that good pasture makes fat sheep, and that a [5] => great cause of the night is lack of the sun; that [6] => he that hath learned no wit by nature nor art may [7] => complain of good breeding or comes of a very dull kindred. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Such a one is a natural philosopher. Wast ever in [1] => court, shepherd? ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIN [LINE] => No, truly. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Then thou art damned. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIN [LINE] => Nay, I hope. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Truly, thou art damned like an ill-roasted egg, all [1] => on one side. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIN [LINE] => For not being at court? Your reason. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, if thou never wast at court, thou never sawest [1] => good manners; if thou never sawest good manners, [2] => then thy manners must be wicked; and wickedness is [3] => sin, and sin is damnation. Thou art in a parlous [4] => state, shepherd. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not a whit, Touchstone: those that are good manners [1] => at the court are as ridiculous in the country as the [2] => behavior of the country is most mockable at the [3] => court. You told me you salute not at the court, but [4] => you kiss your hands: that courtesy would be [5] => uncleanly, if courtiers were shepherds. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Instance, briefly; come, instance. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, we are still handling our ewes, and their [1] => fells, you know, are greasy. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, do not your courtier's hands sweat? and is not [1] => the grease of a mutton as wholesome as the sweat of [2] => a man? Shallow, shallow. A better instance, I say; come. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIN [LINE] => Besides, our hands are hard. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your lips will feel them the sooner. Shallow again. [1] => A more sounder instance, come. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And they are often tarred over with the surgery of [1] => our sheep: and would you have us kiss tar? The [2] => courtier's hands are perfumed with civet. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Most shallow man! thou worms-meat, in respect of a [1] => good piece of flesh indeed! Learn of the wise, and [2] => perpend: civet is of a baser birth than tar, the [3] => very uncleanly flux of a cat. Mend the instance, shepherd. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIN [LINE] => You have too courtly a wit for me: I'll rest. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Wilt thou rest damned? God help thee, shallow man! [1] => God make incision in thee! thou art raw. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, I am a true labourer: I earn that I eat, get [1] => that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man's [2] => happiness, glad of other men's good, content with my [3] => harm, and the greatest of my pride is to see my ewes [4] => graze and my lambs suck. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That is another simple sin in you, to bring the ewes [1] => and the rams together and to offer to get your [2] => living by the copulation of cattle; to be bawd to a [3] => bell-wether, and to betray a she-lamb of a [4] => twelvemonth to a crooked-pated, old, cuckoldly ram, [5] => out of all reasonable match. If thou beest not [6] => damned for this, the devil himself will have no [7] => shepherds; I cannot see else how thou shouldst [8] => 'scape. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIN [LINE] => Here comes young Master Ganymede, my new mistress's brother. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => From the east to western Ind, [1] => No jewel is like Rosalind. [2] => Her worth, being mounted on the wind, [3] => Through all the world bears Rosalind. [4] => All the pictures fairest lined [5] => Are but black to Rosalind. [6] => Let no fair be kept in mind [7] => But the fair of Rosalind. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll rhyme you so eight years together, dinners and [1] => suppers and sleeping-hours excepted: it is the [2] => right butter-women's rank to market. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Out, fool! ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => For a taste: [1] => If a hart do lack a hind, [2] => Let him seek out Rosalind. [3] => If the cat will after kind, [4] => So be sure will Rosalind. [5] => Winter garments must be lined, [6] => So must slender Rosalind. [7] => They that reap must sheaf and bind; [8] => Then to cart with Rosalind. [9] => Sweetest nut hath sourest rind, [10] => Such a nut is Rosalind. [11] => He that sweetest rose will find [12] => Must find love's prick and Rosalind. [13] => This is the very false gallop of verses: why do you [14] => infect yourself with them? ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Peace, you dull fool! I found them on a tree. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Truly, the tree yields bad fruit. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll graff it with you, and then I shall graff it [1] => with a medlar: then it will be the earliest fruit [2] => i' the country; for you'll be rotten ere you be half [3] => ripe, and that's the right virtue of the medlar. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You have said; but whether wisely or no, let the [1] => forest judge. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Peace! Here comes my sister, reading: stand aside. ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [1] => Why should this a desert be? [2] => For it is unpeopled? No: [3] => Tongues I'll hang on every tree, [4] => That shall civil sayings show: [5] => Some, how brief the life of man [6] => Runs his erring pilgrimage, [7] => That the stretching of a span [8] => Buckles in his sum of age; [9] => Some, of violated vows [10] => 'Twixt the souls of friend and friend: [11] => But upon the fairest boughs, [12] => Or at every sentence end, [13] => Will I Rosalinda write, [14] => Teaching all that read to know [15] => The quintessence of every sprite [16] => Heaven would in little show. [17] => Therefore Heaven Nature charged [18] => That one body should be fill'd [19] => With all graces wide-enlarged: [20] => Nature presently distill'd [21] => Helen's cheek, but not her heart, [22] => Cleopatra's majesty, [23] => Atalanta's better part, [24] => Sad Lucretia's modesty. [25] => Thus Rosalind of many parts [26] => By heavenly synod was devised, [27] => Of many faces, eyes and hearts, [28] => To have the touches dearest prized. [29] => Heaven would that she these gifts should have, [30] => And I to live and die her slave. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O most gentle pulpiter! what tedious homily of love [1] => have you wearied your parishioners withal, and never [2] => cried 'Have patience, good people!' ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How now! back, friends! Shepherd, go off a little. [1] => Go with him, sirrah. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, shepherd, let us make an honourable retreat; [1] => though not with bag and baggage, yet with scrip and scrippage. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Didst thou hear these verses? ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, yes, I heard them all, and more too; for some of [1] => them had in them more feet than the verses would bear. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => That's no matter: the feet might bear the verses. ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, but the feet were lame and could not bear [1] => themselves without the verse and therefore stood [2] => lamely in the verse. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But didst thou hear without wondering how thy name [1] => should be hanged and carved upon these trees? ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I was seven of the nine days out of the wonder [1] => before you came; for look here what I found on a [2] => palm-tree. I was never so be-rhymed since [3] => Pythagoras' time, that I was an Irish rat, which I [4] => can hardly remember. ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Trow you who hath done this? ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Is it a man? ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And a chain, that you once wore, about his neck. [1] => Change you colour? ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => I prithee, who? ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O Lord, Lord! it is a hard matter for friends to [1] => meet; but mountains may be removed with earthquakes [2] => and so encounter. ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Nay, but who is it? ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Is it possible? ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, I prithee now with most petitionary vehemence, [1] => tell me who it is. ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful [1] => wonderful! and yet again wonderful, and after that, [2] => out of all hooping! ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good my complexion! dost thou think, though I am [1] => caparisoned like a man, I have a doublet and hose in [2] => my disposition? One inch of delay more is a [3] => South-sea of discovery; I prithee, tell me who is it [4] => quickly, and speak apace. I would thou couldst [5] => stammer, that thou mightst pour this concealed man [6] => out of thy mouth, as wine comes out of a narrow- [7] => mouthed bottle, either too much at once, or none at [8] => all. I prithee, take the cork out of thy mouth that [9] => may drink thy tidings. ) ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => So you may put a man in your belly. ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Is he of God's making? What manner of man? Is his [1] => head worth a hat, or his chin worth a beard? ) ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Nay, he hath but a little beard. ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, God will send more, if the man will be [1] => thankful: let me stay the growth of his beard, if [2] => thou delay me not the knowledge of his chin. ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is young Orlando, that tripped up the wrestler's [1] => heels and your heart both in an instant. ) ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, but the devil take mocking: speak, sad brow and [1] => true maid. ) ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => I' faith, coz, 'tis he. ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Orlando? ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Orlando. ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Alas the day! what shall I do with my doublet and [1] => hose? What did he when thou sawest him? What said [2] => he? How looked he? Wherein went he? What makes [3] => him here? Did he ask for me? Where remains he? [4] => How parted he with thee? and when shalt thou see [5] => him again? Answer me in one word. ) ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You must borrow me Gargantua's mouth first: 'tis a [1] => word too great for any mouth of this age's size. To [2] => say ay and no to these particulars is more than to [3] => answer in a catechism. ) ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But doth he know that I am in this forest and in [1] => man's apparel? Looks he as freshly as he did the [2] => day he wrestled? ) ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is as easy to count atomies as to resolve the [1] => propositions of a lover; but take a taste of my [2] => finding him, and relish it with good observance. [3] => I found him under a tree, like a dropped acorn. ) ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It may well be called Jove's tree, when it drops [1] => forth such fruit. ) ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Give me audience, good madam. ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Proceed. ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => There lay he, stretched along, like a wounded knight. ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Though it be pity to see such a sight, it well [1] => becomes the ground. ) ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Cry 'holla' to thy tongue, I prithee; it curvets [1] => unseasonably. He was furnished like a hunter. ) ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => O, ominous! he comes to kill my heart. ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I would sing my song without a burden: thou bringest [1] => me out of tune. ) ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must [1] => speak. Sweet, say on. ) ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => You bring me out. Soft! comes he not here? ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => 'Tis he: slink by, and note him. ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I thank you for your company; but, good faith, I had [1] => as lief have been myself alone. ) ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And so had I; but yet, for fashion sake, I thank you [1] => too for your society. ) ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => God be wi' you: let's meet as little as we can. ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => I do desire we may be better strangers. ) [81] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I pray you, mar no more trees with writing [1] => love-songs in their barks. ) ) [82] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I pray you, mar no more of my verses with reading [1] => them ill-favouredly. ) ) [83] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Rosalind is your love's name? ) [84] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Yes, just. ) [85] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => I do not like her name. ) [86] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There was no thought of pleasing you when she was [1] => christened. ) ) [87] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => What stature is she of? ) [88] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Just as high as my heart. ) [89] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You are full of pretty answers. Have you not been [1] => acquainted with goldsmiths' wives, and conned them [2] => out of rings? ) ) [90] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not so; but I answer you right painted cloth, from [1] => whence you have studied your questions. ) ) [91] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You have a nimble wit: I think 'twas made of [1] => Atalanta's heels. Will you sit down with me? and [2] => we two will rail against our mistress the world and [3] => all our misery. ) ) [92] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will chide no breather in the world but myself, [1] => against whom I know most faults. ) ) [93] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => The worst fault you have is to be in love. ) [94] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis a fault I will not change for your best virtue. [1] => I am weary of you. ) ) [95] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By my troth, I was seeking for a fool when I found [1] => you. ) ) [96] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He is drowned in the brook: look but in, and you [1] => shall see him. ) ) [97] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => There I shall see mine own figure. ) [98] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Which I take to be either a fool or a cipher. ) [99] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll tarry no longer with you: farewell, good [1] => Signior Love. ) ) [100] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am glad of your departure: adieu, good Monsieur [1] => Melancholy. ) ) [101] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside to CELIA ) [1] => lackey and under that habit play the knave with him. [2] => Do you hear, forester? ) ) [102] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Very well: what would you? ) [103] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => I pray you, what is't o'clock? ) [104] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You should ask me what time o' day: there's no clock [1] => in the forest. ) ) [105] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then there is no true lover in the forest; else [1] => sighing every minute and groaning every hour would [2] => detect the lazy foot of Time as well as a clock. ) ) [106] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And why not the swift foot of Time? had not that [1] => been as proper? ) ) [107] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By no means, sir: Time travels in divers paces with [1] => divers persons. I'll tell you who Time ambles [2] => withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops [3] => withal and who he stands still withal. ) ) [108] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => I prithee, who doth he trot withal? ) [109] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marry, he trots hard with a young maid between the [1] => contract of her marriage and the day it is [2] => solemnized: if the interim be but a se'nnight, [3] => Time's pace is so hard that it seems the length of [4] => seven year. ) ) [110] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Who ambles Time withal? ) [111] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => With a priest that lacks Latin and a rich man that [1] => hath not the gout, for the one sleeps easily because [2] => he cannot study, and the other lives merrily because [3] => he feels no pain, the one lacking the burden of lean [4] => and wasteful learning, the other knowing no burden [5] => of heavy tedious penury; these Time ambles withal. ) ) [112] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Who doth he gallop withal? ) [113] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => With a thief to the gallows, for though he go as [1] => softly as foot can fall, he thinks himself too soon there. ) ) [114] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Who stays it still withal? ) [115] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => With lawyers in the vacation, for they sleep between [1] => term and term and then they perceive not how Time moves. ) ) [116] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Where dwell you, pretty youth? ) [117] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => With this shepherdess, my sister; here in the [1] => skirts of the forest, like fringe upon a petticoat. ) ) [118] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Are you native of this place? ) [119] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => As the cony that you see dwell where she is kindled. ) [120] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your accent is something finer than you could [1] => purchase in so removed a dwelling. ) ) [121] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have been told so of many: but indeed an old [1] => religious uncle of mine taught me to speak, who was [2] => in his youth an inland man; one that knew courtship [3] => too well, for there he fell in love. I have heard [4] => him read many lectures against it, and I thank God [5] => I am not a woman, to be touched with so many [6] => giddy offences as he hath generally taxed their [7] => whole sex withal. ) ) [122] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Can you remember any of the principal evils that he [1] => laid to the charge of women? ) ) [123] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There were none principal; they were all like one [1] => another as half-pence are, every one fault seeming [2] => monstrous till his fellow fault came to match it. ) ) [124] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => I prithee, recount some of them. ) [125] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, I will not cast away my physic but on those that [1] => are sick. There is a man haunts the forest, that [2] => abuses our young plants with carving 'Rosalind' on [3] => their barks; hangs odes upon hawthorns and elegies [4] => on brambles, all, forsooth, deifying the name of [5] => Rosalind: if I could meet that fancy-monger I would [6] => give him some good counsel, for he seems to have the [7] => quotidian of love upon him. ) ) [126] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am he that is so love-shaked: I pray you tell me [1] => your remedy. ) ) [127] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There is none of my uncle's marks upon you: he [1] => taught me how to know a man in love; in which cage [2] => of rushes I am sure you are not prisoner. ) ) [128] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => What were his marks? ) [129] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A lean cheek, which you have not, a blue eye and [1] => sunken, which you have not, an unquestionable [2] => spirit, which you have not, a beard neglected, [3] => which you have not; but I pardon you for that, for [4] => simply your having in beard is a younger brother's [5] => revenue: then your hose should be ungartered, your [6] => bonnet unbanded, your sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe [7] => untied and every thing about you demonstrating a [8] => careless desolation; but you are no such man; you [9] => are rather point-device in your accoutrements as [10] => loving yourself than seeming the lover of any other. ) ) [130] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Fair youth, I would I could make thee believe I love. ) [131] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Me believe it! you may as soon make her that you [1] => love believe it; which, I warrant, she is apter to [2] => do than to confess she does: that is one of the [3] => points in the which women still give the lie to [4] => their consciences. But, in good sooth, are you he [5] => that hangs the verses on the trees, wherein Rosalind [6] => is so admired? ) ) [132] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I swear to thee, youth, by the white hand of [1] => Rosalind, I am that he, that unfortunate he. ) ) [133] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => But are you so much in love as your rhymes speak? ) [134] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much. ) [135] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves [1] => as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do: and [2] => the reason why they are not so punished and cured [3] => is, that the lunacy is so ordinary that the whippers [4] => are in love too. Yet I profess curing it by counsel. ) ) [136] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Did you ever cure any so? ) [137] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yes, one, and in this manner. He was to imagine me [1] => his love, his mistress; and I set him every day to [2] => woo me: at which time would I, being but a moonish [3] => youth, grieve, be effeminate, changeable, longing [4] => and liking, proud, fantastical, apish, shallow, [5] => inconstant, full of tears, full of smiles, for every [6] => passion something and for no passion truly any [7] => thing, as boys and women are for the most part [8] => cattle of this colour; would now like him, now loathe [9] => him; then entertain him, then forswear him; now weep [10] => for him, then spit at him; that I drave my suitor [11] => from his mad humour of love to a living humour of [12] => madness; which was, to forswear the full stream of [13] => the world, and to live in a nook merely monastic. [14] => And thus I cured him; and this way will I take upon [15] => me to wash your liver as clean as a sound sheep's [16] => heart, that there shall not be one spot of love in't. ) ) [138] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => I would not be cured, youth. ) [139] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I would cure you, if you would but call me Rosalind [1] => and come every day to my cote and woo me. ) ) [140] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, by the faith of my love, I will: tell me [1] => where it is. ) ) [141] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go with me to it and I'll show it you and by the way [1] => you shall tell me where in the forest you live. [2] => Will you go? ) ) [142] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => With all my heart, good youth. ) [143] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Nay you must call me Rosalind. Come, sister, will you go? ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. The forest. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY; JAQUES behind [1] => Exeunt JAQUES, TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY [2] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come apace, good Audrey: I will fetch up your [1] => goats, Audrey. And how, Audrey? am I the man yet? [2] => doth my simple feature content you? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUDREY [LINE] => Your features! Lord warrant us! what features! ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am here with thee and thy goats, as the most [1] => capricious poet, honest Ovid, was among the Goths. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => in a thatched house! ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => When a man's verses cannot be understood, nor a [1] => man's good wit seconded with the forward child [2] => Understanding, it strikes a man more dead than a [3] => great reckoning in a little room. Truly, I would [4] => the gods had made thee poetical. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUDREY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do not know what 'poetical' is: is it honest in [1] => deed and word? is it a true thing? ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, truly; for the truest poetry is the most [1] => feigning; and lovers are given to poetry, and what [2] => they swear in poetry may be said as lovers they do feign. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUDREY [LINE] => Do you wish then that the gods had made me poetical? ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do, truly; for thou swearest to me thou art [1] => honest: now, if thou wert a poet, I might have some [2] => hope thou didst feign. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUDREY [LINE] => Would you not have me honest? ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, truly, unless thou wert hard-favoured; for [1] => honesty coupled to beauty is to have honey a sauce to sugar. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUDREY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, I am not fair; and therefore I pray the gods [1] => make me honest. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Truly, and to cast away honesty upon a foul slut [1] => were to put good meat into an unclean dish. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUDREY [LINE] => I am not a slut, though I thank the gods I am foul. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, praised be the gods for thy foulness! [1] => sluttishness may come hereafter. But be it as it may [2] => be, I will marry thee, and to that end I have been [3] => with Sir Oliver Martext, the vicar of the next [4] => village, who hath promised to meet me in this place [5] => of the forest and to couple us. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUDREY [LINE] => Well, the gods give us joy! ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Amen. A man may, if he were of a fearful heart, [1] => stagger in this attempt; for here we have no temple [2] => but the wood, no assembly but horn-beasts. But what [3] => though? Courage! As horns are odious, they are [4] => necessary. It is said, 'many a man knows no end of [5] => his goods:' right; many a man has good horns, and [6] => knows no end of them. Well, that is the dowry of [7] => his wife; 'tis none of his own getting. Horns? [8] => Even so. Poor men alone? No, no; the noblest deer [9] => hath them as huge as the rascal. Is the single man [10] => therefore blessed? No: as a walled town is more [11] => worthier than a village, so is the forehead of a [12] => married man more honourable than the bare brow of a [13] => bachelor; and by how much defence is better than no [14] => skill, by so much is a horn more precious than to [15] => want. Here comes Sir Oliver. [16] => Sir Oliver Martext, you are well met: will you [17] => dispatch us here under this tree, or shall we go [18] => with you to your chapel? ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter SIR OLIVER MARTEXT ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR OLIVER MARTEXT [LINE] => Is there none here to give the woman? ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => I will not take her on gift of any man. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR OLIVER MARTEXT [LINE] => Truly, she must be given, or the marriage is not lawful. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Advancing ) [1] => Proceed, proceed I'll give her. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good even, good Master What-ye-call't: how do you, [1] => sir? You are very well met: God 'ild you for your [2] => last company: I am very glad to see you: even a [3] => toy in hand here, sir: nay, pray be covered. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Will you be married, motley? ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As the ox hath his bow, sir, the horse his curb and [1] => the falcon her bells, so man hath his desires; and [2] => as pigeons bill, so wedlock would be nibbling. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And will you, being a man of your breeding, be [1] => married under a bush like a beggar? Get you to [2] => church, and have a good priest that can tell you [3] => what marriage is: this fellow will but join you [4] => together as they join wainscot; then one of you will [5] => prove a shrunk panel and, like green timber, warp, warp. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => married of him than of another: for he is not like [2] => to marry me well; and not being well married, it [3] => will be a good excuse for me hereafter to leave my wife. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Go thou with me, and let me counsel thee. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Come, sweet Audrey: [1] => We must be married, or we must live in bawdry. [2] => Farewell, good Master Oliver: not,-- [3] => O sweet Oliver, [4] => O brave Oliver, [5] => Leave me not behind thee: but,-- [6] => Wind away, [7] => Begone, I say, [8] => I will not to wedding with thee. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SIR OLIVER MARTEXT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis no matter: ne'er a fantastical knave of them [1] => all shall flout me out of my calling. ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. The forest. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter ROSALIND and CELIA [1] => Enter CORIN [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Never talk to me; I will weep. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Do, I prithee; but yet have the grace to consider [1] => that tears do not become a man. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => But have I not cause to weep? ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => As good cause as one would desire; therefore weep. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => His very hair is of the dissembling colour. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Something browner than Judas's marry, his kisses are [1] => Judas's own children. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => I' faith, his hair is of a good colour. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => An excellent colour: your chestnut was ever the only colour. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the touch [1] => of holy bread. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He hath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana: a nun [1] => of winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously; [2] => the very ice of chastity is in them. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But why did he swear he would come this morning, and [1] => comes not? ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Nay, certainly, there is no truth in him. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Do you think so? ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yes; I think he is not a pick-purse nor a [1] => horse-stealer, but for his verity in love, I do [2] => think him as concave as a covered goblet or a [3] => worm-eaten nut. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Not true in love? ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Yes, when he is in; but I think he is not in. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => You have heard him swear downright he was. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Was' is not 'is:' besides, the oath of a lover is [1] => no stronger than the word of a tapster; they are [2] => both the confirmer of false reckonings. He attends [3] => here in the forest on the duke your father. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I met the duke yesterday and had much question with [1] => him: he asked me of what parentage I was; I told [2] => him, of as good as he; so he laughed and let me go. [3] => But what talk we of fathers, when there is such a [4] => man as Orlando? ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, that's a brave man! he writes brave verses, [1] => speaks brave words, swears brave oaths and breaks [2] => them bravely, quite traverse, athwart the heart of [3] => his lover; as a puisny tilter, that spurs his horse [4] => but on one side, breaks his staff like a noble [5] => goose: but all's brave that youth mounts and folly [6] => guides. Who comes here? ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Mistress and master, you have oft inquired [1] => After the shepherd that complain'd of love, [2] => Who you saw sitting by me on the turf, [3] => Praising the proud disdainful shepherdess [4] => That was his mistress. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Well, and what of him? ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If you will see a pageant truly play'd, [1] => Between the pale complexion of true love [2] => And the red glow of scorn and proud disdain, [3] => Go hence a little and I shall conduct you, [4] => If you will mark it. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, come, let us remove: [1] => The sight of lovers feedeth those in love. [2] => Bring us to this sight, and you shall say [3] => I'll prove a busy actor in their play. ) ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE V. Another part of the forest. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter SILVIUS and PHEBE [1] => Enter ROSALIND, CELIA, and CORIN, behind [2] => Exeunt ROSALIND, CELIA and CORIN [3] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sweet Phebe, do not scorn me; do not, Phebe; [1] => Say that you love me not, but say not so [2] => In bitterness. The common executioner, [3] => Whose heart the accustom'd sight of death makes hard, [4] => Falls not the axe upon the humbled neck [5] => But first begs pardon: will you sterner be [6] => Than he that dies and lives by bloody drops? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHEBE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I would not be thy executioner: [1] => I fly thee, for I would not injure thee. [2] => Thou tell'st me there is murder in mine eye: [3] => 'Tis pretty, sure, and very probable, [4] => That eyes, that are the frail'st and softest things, [5] => Who shut their coward gates on atomies, [6] => Should be call'd tyrants, butchers, murderers! [7] => Now I do frown on thee with all my heart; [8] => And if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill thee: [9] => Now counterfeit to swoon; why now fall down; [10] => Or if thou canst not, O, for shame, for shame, [11] => Lie not, to say mine eyes are murderers! [12] => Now show the wound mine eye hath made in thee: [13] => Scratch thee but with a pin, and there remains [14] => Some scar of it; lean but upon a rush, [15] => The cicatrice and capable impressure [16] => Thy palm some moment keeps; but now mine eyes, [17] => Which I have darted at thee, hurt thee not, [18] => Nor, I am sure, there is no force in eyes [19] => That can do hurt. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O dear Phebe, [1] => If ever,--as that ever may be near,-- [2] => You meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy, [3] => Then shall you know the wounds invisible [4] => That love's keen arrows make. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHEBE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But till that time [1] => Come not thou near me: and when that time comes, [2] => Afflict me with thy mocks, pity me not; [3] => As till that time I shall not pity thee. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And why, I pray you? Who might be your mother, [1] => That you insult, exult, and all at once, [2] => Over the wretched? What though you have no beauty,-- [3] => As, by my faith, I see no more in you [4] => Than without candle may go dark to bed-- [5] => Must you be therefore proud and pitiless? [6] => Why, what means this? Why do you look on me? [7] => I see no more in you than in the ordinary [8] => Of nature's sale-work. 'Od's my little life, [9] => I think she means to tangle my eyes too! [10] => No, faith, proud mistress, hope not after it: [11] => 'Tis not your inky brows, your black silk hair, [12] => Your bugle eyeballs, nor your cheek of cream, [13] => That can entame my spirits to your worship. [14] => You foolish shepherd, wherefore do you follow her, [15] => Like foggy south puffing with wind and rain? [16] => You are a thousand times a properer man [17] => Than she a woman: 'tis such fools as you [18] => That makes the world full of ill-favour'd children: [19] => 'Tis not her glass, but you, that flatters her; [20] => And out of you she sees herself more proper [21] => Than any of her lineaments can show her. [22] => But, mistress, know yourself: down on your knees, [23] => And thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love: [24] => For I must tell you friendly in your ear, [25] => Sell when you can: you are not for all markets: [26] => Cry the man mercy; love him; take his offer: [27] => Foul is most foul, being foul to be a scoffer. [28] => So take her to thee, shepherd: fare you well. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHEBE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sweet youth, I pray you, chide a year together: [1] => I had rather hear you chide than this man woo. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He's fallen in love with your foulness and she'll [1] => fall in love with my anger. If it be so, as fast as [2] => she answers thee with frowning looks, I'll sauce her [3] => with bitter words. Why look you so upon me? ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHEBE [LINE] => For no ill will I bear you. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I pray you, do not fall in love with me, [1] => For I am falser than vows made in wine: [2] => Besides, I like you not. If you will know my house, [3] => 'Tis at the tuft of olives here hard by. [4] => Will you go, sister? Shepherd, ply her hard. [5] => Come, sister. Shepherdess, look on him better, [6] => And be not proud: though all the world could see, [7] => None could be so abused in sight as he. [8] => Come, to our flock. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHEBE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Dead Shepherd, now I find thy saw of might, [1] => 'Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?' ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILVIUS [LINE] => Sweet Phebe,-- ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHEBE [LINE] => Ha, what say'st thou, Silvius? ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILVIUS [LINE] => Sweet Phebe, pity me. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHEBE [LINE] => Why, I am sorry for thee, gentle Silvius. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Wherever sorrow is, relief would be: [1] => If you do sorrow at my grief in love, [2] => By giving love your sorrow and my grief [3] => Were both extermined. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHEBE [LINE] => Thou hast my love: is not that neighbourly? ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILVIUS [LINE] => I would have you. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHEBE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, that were covetousness. [1] => Silvius, the time was that I hated thee, [2] => And yet it is not that I bear thee love; [3] => But since that thou canst talk of love so well, [4] => Thy company, which erst was irksome to me, [5] => I will endure, and I'll employ thee too: [6] => But do not look for further recompense [7] => Than thine own gladness that thou art employ'd. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So holy and so perfect is my love, [1] => And I in such a poverty of grace, [2] => That I shall think it a most plenteous crop [3] => To glean the broken ears after the man [4] => That the main harvest reaps: loose now and then [5] => A scatter'd smile, and that I'll live upon. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHEBE [LINE] => Know'st now the youth that spoke to me erewhile? ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not very well, but I have met him oft; [1] => And he hath bought the cottage and the bounds [2] => That the old carlot once was master of. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHEBE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Think not I love him, though I ask for him: [1] => 'Tis but a peevish boy; yet he talks well; [2] => But what care I for words? yet words do well [3] => When he that speaks them pleases those that hear. [4] => It is a pretty youth: not very pretty: [5] => But, sure, he's proud, and yet his pride becomes him: [6] => He'll make a proper man: the best thing in him [7] => Is his complexion; and faster than his tongue [8] => Did make offence his eye did heal it up. [9] => He is not very tall; yet for his years he's tall: [10] => His leg is but so so; and yet 'tis well: [11] => There was a pretty redness in his lip, [12] => A little riper and more lusty red [13] => Than that mix'd in his cheek; 'twas just the difference [14] => Between the constant red and mingled damask. [15] => There be some women, Silvius, had they mark'd him [16] => In parcels as I did, would have gone near [17] => To fall in love with him; but, for my part, [18] => I love him not nor hate him not; and yet [19] => I have more cause to hate him than to love him: [20] => For what had he to do to chide at me? [21] => He said mine eyes were black and my hair black: [22] => And, now I am remember'd, scorn'd at me: [23] => I marvel why I answer'd not again: [24] => But that's all one; omittance is no quittance. [25] => I'll write to him a very taunting letter, [26] => And thou shalt bear it: wilt thou, Silvius? ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILVIUS [LINE] => Phebe, with all my heart. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHEBE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll write it straight; [1] => The matter's in my head and in my heart: [2] => I will be bitter with him and passing short. [3] => Go with me, Silvius. ) ) ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT IV [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. The forest. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter ROSALIND, CELIA, and JAQUES [1] => Enter ORLANDO [2] => Exit [3] => Exit ORLANDO [4] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I prithee, pretty youth, let me be better acquainted [1] => with thee. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => They say you are a melancholy fellow. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => I am so; I do love it better than laughing. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Those that are in extremity of either are abominable [1] => fellows and betray themselves to every modern [2] => censure worse than drunkards. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Why, 'tis good to be sad and say nothing. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Why then, 'tis good to be a post. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is [1] => emulation, nor the musician's, which is fantastical, [2] => nor the courtier's, which is proud, nor the [3] => soldier's, which is ambitious, nor the lawyer's, [4] => which is politic, nor the lady's, which is nice, nor [5] => the lover's, which is all these: but it is a [6] => melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, [7] => extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry's [8] => contemplation of my travels, in which my often [9] => rumination wraps me m a most humorous sadness. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A traveller! By my faith, you have great reason to [1] => be sad: I fear you have sold your own lands to see [2] => other men's; then, to have seen much and to have [3] => nothing, is to have rich eyes and poor hands. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Yes, I have gained my experience. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And your experience makes you sad: I had rather have [1] => a fool to make me merry than experience to make me [2] => sad; and to travel for it too! ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Good day and happiness, dear Rosalind! ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Nay, then, God be wi' you, an you talk in blank verse. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Farewell, Monsieur Traveller: look you lisp and [1] => wear strange suits, disable all the benefits of your [2] => own country, be out of love with your nativity and [3] => almost chide God for making you that countenance you [4] => are, or I will scarce think you have swam in a [5] => gondola. Why, how now, Orlando! where have you been [6] => all this while? You a lover! An you serve me such [7] => another trick, never come in my sight more. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => My fair Rosalind, I come within an hour of my promise. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Break an hour's promise in love! He that will [1] => divide a minute into a thousand parts and break but [2] => a part of the thousandth part of a minute in the [3] => affairs of love, it may be said of him that Cupid [4] => hath clapped him o' the shoulder, but I'll warrant [5] => him heart-whole. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Pardon me, dear Rosalind. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, an you be so tardy, come no more in my sight: I [1] => had as lief be wooed of a snail. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Of a snail? ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, of a snail; for though he comes slowly, he [1] => carries his house on his head; a better jointure, [2] => I think, than you make a woman: besides he brings [3] => his destiny with him. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => What's that? ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, horns, which such as you are fain to be [1] => beholding to your wives for: but he comes armed in [2] => his fortune and prevents the slander of his wife. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Virtue is no horn-maker; and my Rosalind is virtuous. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => And I am your Rosalind. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It pleases him to call you so; but he hath a [1] => Rosalind of a better leer than you. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, woo me, woo me, for now I am in a holiday [1] => humour and like enough to consent. What would you [2] => say to me now, an I were your very very Rosalind? ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => I would kiss before I spoke. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, you were better speak first, and when you were [1] => gravelled for lack of matter, you might take [2] => occasion to kiss. Very good orators, when they are [3] => out, they will spit; and for lovers lacking--God [4] => warn us!--matter, the cleanliest shift is to kiss. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => How if the kiss be denied? ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Then she puts you to entreaty, and there begins new matter. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Who could be out, being before his beloved mistress? ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marry, that should you, if I were your mistress, or [1] => I should think my honesty ranker than my wit. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => What, of my suit? ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not out of your apparel, and yet out of your suit. [1] => Am not I your Rosalind? ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I take some joy to say you are, because I would be [1] => talking of her. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Well in her person I say I will not have you. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Then in mine own person I die. ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, faith, die by attorney. The poor world is [1] => almost six thousand years old, and in all this time [2] => there was not any man died in his own person, [3] => videlicit, in a love-cause. Troilus had his brains [4] => dashed out with a Grecian club; yet he did what he [5] => could to die before, and he is one of the patterns [6] => of love. Leander, he would have lived many a fair [7] => year, though Hero had turned nun, if it had not been [8] => for a hot midsummer night; for, good youth, he went [9] => but forth to wash him in the Hellespont and being [10] => taken with the cramp was drowned and the foolish [11] => coroners of that age found it was 'Hero of Sestos.' [12] => But these are all lies: men have died from time to [13] => time and worms have eaten them, but not for love. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I would not have my right Rosalind of this mind, [1] => for, I protest, her frown might kill me. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By this hand, it will not kill a fly. But come, now [1] => I will be your Rosalind in a more coming-on [2] => disposition, and ask me what you will. I will grant [3] => it. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Then love me, Rosalind. ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Yes, faith, will I, Fridays and Saturdays and all. ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => And wilt thou have me? ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Ay, and twenty such. ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => What sayest thou? ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Are you not good? ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => I hope so. ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing? [1] => Come, sister, you shall be the priest and marry us. [2] => Give me your hand, Orlando. What do you say, sister? ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Pray thee, marry us. ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => I cannot say the words. ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => You must begin, 'Will you, Orlando--' ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Go to. Will you, Orlando, have to wife this Rosalind? ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => I will. ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Ay, but when? ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Why now; as fast as she can marry us. ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Then you must say 'I take thee, Rosalind, for wife.' ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => I take thee, Rosalind, for wife. ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I might ask you for your commission; but I do take [1] => thee, Orlando, for my husband: there's a girl goes [2] => before the priest; and certainly a woman's thought [3] => runs before her actions. ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => So do all thoughts; they are winged. ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now tell me how long you would have her after you [1] => have possessed her. ) ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => For ever and a day. ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Say 'a day,' without the 'ever.' No, no, Orlando; [1] => men are April when they woo, December when they wed: [2] => maids are May when they are maids, but the sky [3] => changes when they are wives. I will be more jealous [4] => of thee than a Barbary cock-pigeon over his hen, [5] => more clamorous than a parrot against rain, more [6] => new-fangled than an ape, more giddy in my desires [7] => than a monkey: I will weep for nothing, like Diana [8] => in the fountain, and I will do that when you are [9] => disposed to be merry; I will laugh like a hyen, and [10] => that when thou art inclined to sleep. ) ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => But will my Rosalind do so? ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => By my life, she will do as I do. ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => O, but she is wise. ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Or else she could not have the wit to do this: the [1] => wiser, the waywarder: make the doors upon a woman's [2] => wit and it will out at the casement; shut that and [3] => 'twill out at the key-hole; stop that, 'twill fly [4] => with the smoke out at the chimney. ) ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A man that had a wife with such a wit, he might say [1] => 'Wit, whither wilt?' ) ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, you might keep that cheque for it till you met [1] => your wife's wit going to your neighbour's bed. ) ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => And what wit could wit have to excuse that? ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marry, to say she came to seek you there. You shall [1] => never take her without her answer, unless you take [2] => her without her tongue. O, that woman that cannot [3] => make her fault her husband's occasion, let her [4] => never nurse her child herself, for she will breed [5] => it like a fool! ) ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => For these two hours, Rosalind, I will leave thee. ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Alas! dear love, I cannot lack thee two hours. ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I must attend the duke at dinner: by two o'clock I [1] => will be with thee again. ) ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, go your ways, go your ways; I knew what you [1] => would prove: my friends told me as much, and I [2] => thought no less: that flattering tongue of yours [3] => won me: 'tis but one cast away, and so, come, [4] => death! Two o'clock is your hour? ) ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Ay, sweet Rosalind. ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By my troth, and in good earnest, and so God mend [1] => me, and by all pretty oaths that are not dangerous, [2] => if you break one jot of your promise or come one [3] => minute behind your hour, I will think you the most [4] => pathetical break-promise and the most hollow lover [5] => and the most unworthy of her you call Rosalind that [6] => may be chosen out of the gross band of the [7] => unfaithful: therefore beware my censure and keep [8] => your promise. ) ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => With no less religion than if thou wert indeed my [1] => Rosalind: so adieu. ) ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, Time is the old justice that examines all such [1] => offenders, and let Time try: adieu. ) ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You have simply misused our sex in your love-prate: [1] => we must have your doublet and hose plucked over your [2] => head, and show the world what the bird hath done to [3] => her own nest. ) ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that thou [1] => didst know how many fathom deep I am in love! But [2] => it cannot be sounded: my affection hath an unknown [3] => bottom, like the bay of Portugal. ) ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Or rather, bottomless, that as fast as you pour [1] => affection in, it runs out. ) ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, that same wicked bastard of Venus that was begot [1] => of thought, conceived of spleen and born of madness, [2] => that blind rascally boy that abuses every one's eyes [3] => because his own are out, let him be judge how deep I [4] => am in love. I'll tell thee, Aliena, I cannot be out [5] => of the sight of Orlando: I'll go find a shadow and [6] => sigh till he come. ) ) [81] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => And I'll sleep. ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. The forest. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter JAQUES, Lords, and Foresters [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Which is he that killed the deer? ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => A Lord [LINE] => Sir, it was I. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let's present him to the duke, like a Roman [1] => conqueror; and it would do well to set the deer's [2] => horns upon his head, for a branch of victory. Have [3] => you no song, forester, for this purpose? ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Forester [LINE] => Yes, sir. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sing it: 'tis no matter how it be in tune, so it [1] => make noise enough. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Forester [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What shall he have that kill'd the deer? [1] => His leather skin and horns to wear. [2] => Then sing him home; [3] => Take thou no scorn to wear the horn; [4] => It was a crest ere thou wast born: [5] => Thy father's father wore it, [6] => And thy father bore it: [7] => The horn, the horn, the lusty horn [8] => Is not a thing to laugh to scorn. ) [STAGEDIR] => The rest shall bear this burden ) ) [SUBHEAD] => SONG. ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. The forest. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter ROSALIND and CELIA [1] => Enter SILVIUS [2] => Exit SILVIUS [3] => Enter OLIVER [4] => ROSALIND swoons [5] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How say you now? Is it not past two o'clock? and [1] => here much Orlando! ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I warrant you, with pure love and troubled brain, he [1] => hath ta'en his bow and arrows and is gone forth to [2] => sleep. Look, who comes here. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My errand is to you, fair youth; [1] => My gentle Phebe bid me give you this: [2] => I know not the contents; but, as I guess [3] => By the stern brow and waspish action [4] => Which she did use as she was writing of it, [5] => It bears an angry tenor: pardon me: [6] => I am but as a guiltless messenger. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Patience herself would startle at this letter [1] => And play the swaggerer; bear this, bear all: [2] => She says I am not fair, that I lack manners; [3] => She calls me proud, and that she could not love me, [4] => Were man as rare as phoenix. 'Od's my will! [5] => Her love is not the hare that I do hunt: [6] => Why writes she so to me? Well, shepherd, well, [7] => This is a letter of your own device. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, I protest, I know not the contents: [1] => Phebe did write it. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, come, you are a fool [1] => And turn'd into the extremity of love. [2] => I saw her hand: she has a leathern hand. [3] => A freestone-colour'd hand; I verily did think [4] => That her old gloves were on, but 'twas her hands: [5] => She has a huswife's hand; but that's no matter: [6] => I say she never did invent this letter; [7] => This is a man's invention and his hand. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILVIUS [LINE] => Sure, it is hers. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, 'tis a boisterous and a cruel style. [1] => A style for-challengers; why, she defies me, [2] => Like Turk to Christian: women's gentle brain [3] => Could not drop forth such giant-rude invention [4] => Such Ethiope words, blacker in their effect [5] => Than in their countenance. Will you hear the letter? ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So please you, for I never heard it yet; [1] => Yet heard too much of Phebe's cruelty. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => She Phebes me: mark how the tyrant writes. [1] => Art thou god to shepherd turn'd, [2] => That a maiden's heart hath burn'd? [3] => Can a woman rail thus? ) [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILVIUS [LINE] => Call you this railing? ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [1] => Why, thy godhead laid apart, [2] => Warr'st thou with a woman's heart? [3] => Did you ever hear such railing? [4] => Whiles the eye of man did woo me, [5] => That could do no vengeance to me. [6] => Meaning me a beast. [7] => If the scorn of your bright eyne [8] => Have power to raise such love in mine, [9] => Alack, in me what strange effect [10] => Would they work in mild aspect! [11] => Whiles you chid me, I did love; [12] => How then might your prayers move! [13] => He that brings this love to thee [14] => Little knows this love in me: [15] => And by him seal up thy mind; [16] => Whether that thy youth and kind [17] => Will the faithful offer take [18] => Of me and all that I can make; [19] => Or else by him my love deny, [20] => And then I'll study how to die. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILVIUS [LINE] => Call you this chiding? ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Alas, poor shepherd! ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Do you pity him? no, he deserves no pity. Wilt [1] => thou love such a woman? What, to make thee an [2] => instrument and play false strains upon thee! not to [3] => be endured! Well, go your way to her, for I see [4] => love hath made thee a tame snake, and say this to [5] => her: that if she love me, I charge her to love [6] => thee; if she will not, I will never have her unless [7] => thou entreat for her. If you be a true lover, [8] => hence, and not a word; for here comes more company. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good morrow, fair ones: pray you, if you know, [1] => Where in the purlieus of this forest stands [2] => A sheep-cote fenced about with olive trees? ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => West of this place, down in the neighbour bottom: [1] => The rank of osiers by the murmuring stream [2] => Left on your right hand brings you to the place. [3] => But at this hour the house doth keep itself; [4] => There's none within. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If that an eye may profit by a tongue, [1] => Then should I know you by description; [2] => Such garments and such years: 'The boy is fair, [3] => Of female favour, and bestows himself [4] => Like a ripe sister: the woman low [5] => And browner than her brother.' Are not you [6] => The owner of the house I did inquire for? ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => It is no boast, being ask'd, to say we are. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Orlando doth commend him to you both, [1] => And to that youth he calls his Rosalind [2] => He sends this bloody napkin. Are you he? ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => I am: what must we understand by this? ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Some of my shame; if you will know of me [1] => What man I am, and how, and why, and where [2] => This handkercher was stain'd. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => I pray you, tell it. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => When last the young Orlando parted from you [1] => He left a promise to return again [2] => Within an hour, and pacing through the forest, [3] => Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy, [4] => Lo, what befell! he threw his eye aside, [5] => And mark what object did present itself: [6] => Under an oak, whose boughs were moss'd with age [7] => And high top bald with dry antiquity, [8] => A wretched ragged man, o'ergrown with hair, [9] => Lay sleeping on his back: about his neck [10] => A green and gilded snake had wreathed itself, [11] => Who with her head nimble in threats approach'd [12] => The opening of his mouth; but suddenly, [13] => Seeing Orlando, it unlink'd itself, [14] => And with indented glides did slip away [15] => Into a bush: under which bush's shade [16] => A lioness, with udders all drawn dry, [17] => Lay couching, head on ground, with catlike watch, [18] => When that the sleeping man should stir; for 'tis [19] => The royal disposition of that beast [20] => To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead: [21] => This seen, Orlando did approach the man [22] => And found it was his brother, his elder brother. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, I have heard him speak of that same brother; [1] => And he did render him the most unnatural [2] => That lived amongst men. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And well he might so do, [1] => For well I know he was unnatural. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But, to Orlando: did he leave him there, [1] => Food to the suck'd and hungry lioness? ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Twice did he turn his back and purposed so; [1] => But kindness, nobler ever than revenge, [2] => And nature, stronger than his just occasion, [3] => Made him give battle to the lioness, [4] => Who quickly fell before him: in which hurtling [5] => From miserable slumber I awaked. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Are you his brother? ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Wast you he rescued? ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Was't you that did so oft contrive to kill him? ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Twas I; but 'tis not I I do not shame [1] => To tell you what I was, since my conversion [2] => So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => But, for the bloody napkin? ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By and by. [1] => When from the first to last betwixt us two [2] => Tears our recountments had most kindly bathed, [3] => As how I came into that desert place:-- [4] => In brief, he led me to the gentle duke, [5] => Who gave me fresh array and entertainment, [6] => Committing me unto my brother's love; [7] => Who led me instantly unto his cave, [8] => There stripp'd himself, and here upon his arm [9] => The lioness had torn some flesh away, [10] => Which all this while had bled; and now he fainted [11] => And cried, in fainting, upon Rosalind. [12] => Brief, I recover'd him, bound up his wound; [13] => And, after some small space, being strong at heart, [14] => He sent me hither, stranger as I am, [15] => To tell this story, that you might excuse [16] => His broken promise, and to give this napkin [17] => Dyed in his blood unto the shepherd youth [18] => That he in sport doth call his Rosalind. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Why, how now, Ganymede! sweet Ganymede! ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVER [LINE] => Many will swoon when they do look on blood. ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => There is more in it. Cousin Ganymede! ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVER [LINE] => Look, he recovers. ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => I would I were at home. ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We'll lead you thither. [1] => I pray you, will you take him by the arm? ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be of good cheer, youth: you a man! you lack a [1] => man's heart. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do so, I confess it. Ah, sirrah, a body would [1] => think this was well counterfeited! I pray you, tell [2] => your brother how well I counterfeited. Heigh-ho! ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This was not counterfeit: there is too great [1] => testimony in your complexion that it was a passion [2] => of earnest. ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Counterfeit, I assure you. ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVER [LINE] => Well then, take a good heart and counterfeit to be a man. ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => So I do: but, i' faith, I should have been a woman by right. ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CELIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, you look paler and paler: pray you, draw [1] => homewards. Good sir, go with us. ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That will I, for I must bear answer back [1] => How you excuse my brother, Rosalind. ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I shall devise something: but, I pray you, commend [1] => my counterfeiting to him. Will you go? ) ) ) ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT V [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. The forest. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY [1] => Enter WILLIAM [2] => Exit [3] => Enter CORIN [4] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => We shall find a time, Audrey; patience, gentle Audrey. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUDREY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Faith, the priest was good enough, for all the old [1] => gentleman's saying. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A most wicked Sir Oliver, Audrey, a most vile [1] => Martext. But, Audrey, there is a youth here in the [2] => forest lays claim to you. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUDREY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, I know who 'tis; he hath no interest in me in [1] => the world: here comes the man you mean. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is meat and drink to me to see a clown: by my [1] => troth, we that have good wits have much to answer [2] => for; we shall be flouting; we cannot hold. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAM [LINE] => Good even, Audrey. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUDREY [LINE] => God ye good even, William. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAM [LINE] => And good even to you, sir. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good even, gentle friend. Cover thy head, cover thy [1] => head; nay, prithee, be covered. How old are you, friend? ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAM [LINE] => Five and twenty, sir. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => A ripe age. Is thy name William? ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAM [LINE] => William, sir. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => A fair name. Wast born i' the forest here? ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAM [LINE] => Ay, sir, I thank God. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => 'Thank God;' a good answer. Art rich? ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAM [LINE] => Faith, sir, so so. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'So so' is good, very good, very excellent good; and [1] => yet it is not; it is but so so. Art thou wise? ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAM [LINE] => Ay, sir, I have a pretty wit. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, thou sayest well. I do now remember a saying, [1] => 'The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man [2] => knows himself to be a fool.' The heathen [3] => philosopher, when he had a desire to eat a grape, [4] => would open his lips when he put it into his mouth; [5] => meaning thereby that grapes were made to eat and [6] => lips to open. You do love this maid? ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAM [LINE] => I do, sir. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Give me your hand. Art thou learned? ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAM [LINE] => No, sir. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then learn this of me: to have, is to have; for it [1] => is a figure in rhetoric that drink, being poured out [2] => of a cup into a glass, by filling the one doth empty [3] => the other; for all your writers do consent that ipse [4] => is he: now, you are not ipse, for I am he. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAM [LINE] => Which he, sir? ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He, sir, that must marry this woman. Therefore, you [1] => clown, abandon,--which is in the vulgar leave,--the [2] => society,--which in the boorish is company,--of this [3] => female,--which in the common is woman; which [4] => together is, abandon the society of this female, or, [5] => clown, thou perishest; or, to thy better [6] => understanding, diest; or, to wit I kill thee, make [7] => thee away, translate thy life into death, thy [8] => liberty into bondage: I will deal in poison with [9] => thee, or in bastinado, or in steel; I will bandy [10] => with thee in faction; I will o'errun thee with [11] => policy; I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways: [12] => therefore tremble and depart. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUDREY [LINE] => Do, good William. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WILLIAM [LINE] => God rest you merry, sir. ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIN [LINE] => Our master and mistress seeks you; come, away, away! ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Trip, Audrey! trip, Audrey! I attend, I attend. ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. The forest. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter ORLANDO and OLIVER [1] => Enter ROSALIND [2] => Exit [3] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Is't possible that on so little acquaintance you [1] => should like her? that but seeing you should love [2] => her? and loving woo? and, wooing, she should [3] => grant? and will you persever to enjoy her? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Neither call the giddiness of it in question, the [1] => poverty of her, the small acquaintance, my sudden [2] => wooing, nor her sudden consenting; but say with me, [3] => I love Aliena; say with her that she loves me; [4] => consent with both that we may enjoy each other: it [5] => shall be to your good; for my father's house and all [6] => the revenue that was old Sir Rowland's will I [7] => estate upon you, and here live and die a shepherd. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You have my consent. Let your wedding be to-morrow: [1] => thither will I invite the duke and all's contented [2] => followers. Go you and prepare Aliena; for look [3] => you, here comes my Rosalind. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => God save you, brother. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OLIVER [LINE] => And you, fair sister. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to see thee [1] => wear thy heart in a scarf! ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => It is my arm. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I thought thy heart had been wounded with the claws [1] => of a lion. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Did your brother tell you how I counterfeited to [1] => swoon when he showed me your handkerchief? ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Ay, and greater wonders than that. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, I know where you are: nay, 'tis true: there was [1] => never any thing so sudden but the fight of two rams [2] => and Caesar's thrasonical brag of 'I came, saw, and [3] => overcame:' for your brother and my sister no sooner [4] => met but they looked, no sooner looked but they [5] => loved, no sooner loved but they sighed, no sooner [6] => sighed but they asked one another the reason, no [7] => sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy; [8] => and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs [9] => to marriage which they will climb incontinent, or [10] => else be incontinent before marriage: they are in [11] => the very wrath of love and they will together; clubs [12] => cannot part them. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => They shall be married to-morrow, and I will bid the [1] => duke to the nuptial. But, O, how bitter a thing it [2] => is to look into happiness through another man's [3] => eyes! By so much the more shall I to-morrow be at [4] => the height of heart-heaviness, by how much I shall [5] => think my brother happy in having what he wishes for. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Why then, to-morrow I cannot serve your turn for Rosalind? ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => I can live no longer by thinking. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will weary you then no longer with idle talking. [1] => Know of me then, for now I speak to some purpose, [2] => that I know you are a gentleman of good conceit: I [3] => speak not this that you should bear a good opinion [4] => of my knowledge, insomuch I say I know you are; [5] => neither do I labour for a greater esteem than may in [6] => some little measure draw a belief from you, to do [7] => yourself good and not to grace me. Believe then, if [8] => you please, that I can do strange things: I have, [9] => since I was three year old, conversed with a [10] => magician, most profound in his art and yet not [11] => damnable. If you do love Rosalind so near the heart [12] => as your gesture cries it out, when your brother [13] => marries Aliena, shall you marry her: I know into [14] => what straits of fortune she is driven; and it is [15] => not impossible to me, if it appear not inconvenient [16] => to you, to set her before your eyes tomorrow human [17] => as she is and without any danger. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Speakest thou in sober meanings? ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By my life, I do; which I tender dearly, though I [1] => say I am a magician. Therefore, put you in your [2] => best array: bid your friends; for if you will be [3] => married to-morrow, you shall, and to Rosalind, if you will. [4] => Look, here comes a lover of mine and a lover of hers. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter SILVIUS and PHEBE ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHEBE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Youth, you have done me much ungentleness, [1] => To show the letter that I writ to you. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I care not if I have: it is my study [1] => To seem despiteful and ungentle to you: [2] => You are there followed by a faithful shepherd; [3] => Look upon him, love him; he worships you. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHEBE [LINE] => Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is to be all made of sighs and tears; [1] => And so am I for Phebe. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHEBE [LINE] => And I for Ganymede. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => And I for Rosalind. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => And I for no woman. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is to be all made of faith and service; [1] => And so am I for Phebe. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHEBE [LINE] => And I for Ganymede. ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => And I for Rosalind. ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => And I for no woman. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILVIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is to be all made of fantasy, [1] => All made of passion and all made of wishes, [2] => All adoration, duty, and observance, [3] => All humbleness, all patience and impatience, [4] => All purity, all trial, all observance; [5] => And so am I for Phebe. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHEBE [LINE] => And so am I for Ganymede. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => And so am I for Rosalind. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => And so am I for no woman. ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHEBE [LINE] => If this be so, why blame you me to love you? ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILVIUS [LINE] => If this be so, why blame you me to love you? ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => If this be so, why blame you me to love you? ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Who do you speak to, 'Why blame you me to love you?' ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => To her that is not here, nor doth not hear. ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pray you, no more of this; 'tis like the howling [1] => of Irish wolves against the moon. [2] => I will help you, if I can: [3] => I would love you, if I could. To-morrow meet me all together. [4] => I will marry you, if ever I marry woman, and I'll be [5] => married to-morrow: [6] => I will satisfy you, if ever I satisfied man, and you [7] => shall be married to-morrow: [8] => I will content you, if what pleases you contents [9] => you, and you shall be married to-morrow. [10] => As you love Rosalind, meet: [11] => as you love Phebe, meet: and as I love no woman, [12] => I'll meet. So fare you well: I have left you commands. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => To SILVIUS [1] => To PHEBE [2] => To PHEBE [3] => To ORLANDO [4] => To SILVIUS [5] => To ORLANDO [6] => To SILVIUS ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILVIUS [LINE] => I'll not fail, if I live. ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHEBE [LINE] => Nor I. ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Nor I. ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. The forest. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY [1] => Enter two Pages [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey; to-morrow will [1] => we be married. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUDREY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do desire it with all my heart; and I hope it is [1] => no dishonest desire to desire to be a woman of the [2] => world. Here comes two of the banished duke's pages. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Page [LINE] => Well met, honest gentleman. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => By my troth, well met. Come, sit, sit, and a song. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Page [LINE] => We are for you: sit i' the middle. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Page [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Shall we clap into't roundly, without hawking or [1] => spitting or saying we are hoarse, which are the only [2] => prologues to a bad voice? ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Page [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'faith, i'faith; and both in a tune, like two [1] => gipsies on a horse. [2] => It was a lover and his lass, [3] => With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, [4] => That o'er the green corn-field did pass [5] => In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, [6] => When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: [7] => Sweet lovers love the spring. [8] => Between the acres of the rye, [9] => With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino [10] => These pretty country folks would lie, [11] => In spring time, &c. [12] => This carol they began that hour, [13] => With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, [14] => How that a life was but a flower [15] => In spring time, &c. [16] => And therefore take the present time, [17] => With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino; [18] => For love is crowned with the prime [19] => In spring time, &c. ) [SUBHEAD] => SONG. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Truly, young gentlemen, though there was no great [1] => matter in the ditty, yet the note was very [2] => untuneable. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Page [LINE] => You are deceived, sir: we kept time, we lost not our time. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By my troth, yes; I count it but time lost to hear [1] => such a foolish song. God be wi' you; and God mend [2] => your voices! Come, Audrey. ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. The forest. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter DUKE SENIOR, AMIENS, JAQUES, ORLANDO, OLIVER, and CELIA [1] => Enter ROSALIND, SILVIUS, and PHEBE [2] => Exeunt ROSALIND and CELIA [3] => Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY [4] => Enter HYMEN, ROSALIND, and CELIA [5] => Still Music [6] => Enter JAQUES DE BOYS [7] => Exit [8] => A dance ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE SENIOR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Dost thou believe, Orlando, that the boy [1] => Can do all this that he hath promised? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I sometimes do believe, and sometimes do not; [1] => As those that fear they hope, and know they fear. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Patience once more, whiles our compact is urged: [1] => You say, if I bring in your Rosalind, [2] => You will bestow her on Orlando here? ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE SENIOR [LINE] => That would I, had I kingdoms to give with her. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => And you say, you will have her, when I bring her? ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => That would I, were I of all kingdoms king. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => You say, you'll marry me, if I be willing? ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHEBE [LINE] => That will I, should I die the hour after. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But if you do refuse to marry me, [1] => You'll give yourself to this most faithful shepherd? ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHEBE [LINE] => So is the bargain. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => You say, that you'll have Phebe, if she will? ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SILVIUS [LINE] => Though to have her and death were both one thing. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have promised to make all this matter even. [1] => Keep you your word, O duke, to give your daughter; [2] => You yours, Orlando, to receive his daughter: [3] => Keep your word, Phebe, that you'll marry me, [4] => Or else refusing me, to wed this shepherd: [5] => Keep your word, Silvius, that you'll marry her. [6] => If she refuse me: and from hence I go, [7] => To make these doubts all even. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE SENIOR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do remember in this shepherd boy [1] => Some lively touches of my daughter's favour. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, the first time that I ever saw him [1] => Methought he was a brother to your daughter: [2] => But, my good lord, this boy is forest-born, [3] => And hath been tutor'd in the rudiments [4] => Of many desperate studies by his uncle, [5] => Whom he reports to be a great magician, [6] => Obscured in the circle of this forest. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There is, sure, another flood toward, and these [1] => couples are coming to the ark. Here comes a pair of [2] => very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called fools. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Salutation and greeting to you all! ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good my lord, bid him welcome: this is the [1] => motley-minded gentleman that I have so often met in [2] => the forest: he hath been a courtier, he swears. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If any man doubt that, let him put me to my [1] => purgation. I have trod a measure; I have flattered [2] => a lady; I have been politic with my friend, smooth [3] => with mine enemy; I have undone three tailors; I have [4] => had four quarrels, and like to have fought one. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => And how was that ta'en up? ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Faith, we met, and found the quarrel was upon the [1] => seventh cause. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => How seventh cause? Good my lord, like this fellow. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE SENIOR [LINE] => I like him very well. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => God 'ild you, sir; I desire you of the like. I [1] => press in here, sir, amongst the rest of the country [2] => copulatives, to swear and to forswear: according as [3] => marriage binds and blood breaks: a poor virgin, [4] => sir, an ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own; a poor [5] => humour of mine, sir, to take that that no man else [6] => will: rich honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a [7] => poor house; as your pearl in your foul oyster. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE SENIOR [LINE] => By my faith, he is very swift and sententious. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => According to the fool's bolt, sir, and such dulcet diseases. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But, for the seventh cause; how did you find the [1] => quarrel on the seventh cause? ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Upon a lie seven times removed:--bear your body more [1] => seeming, Audrey:--as thus, sir. I did dislike the [2] => cut of a certain courtier's beard: he sent me word, [3] => if I said his beard was not cut well, he was in the [4] => mind it was: this is called the Retort Courteous. [5] => If I sent him word again 'it was not well cut,' he [6] => would send me word, he cut it to please himself: [7] => this is called the Quip Modest. If again 'it was [8] => not well cut,' he disabled my judgment: this is [9] => called the Reply Churlish. If again 'it was not [10] => well cut,' he would answer, I spake not true: this [11] => is called the Reproof Valiant. If again 'it was not [12] => well cut,' he would say I lied: this is called the [13] => Counter-cheque Quarrelsome: and so to the Lie [14] => Circumstantial and the Lie Direct. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => And how oft did you say his beard was not well cut? ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I durst go no further than the Lie Circumstantial, [1] => nor he durst not give me the Lie Direct; and so we [2] => measured swords and parted. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Can you nominate in order now the degrees of the lie? ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TOUCHSTONE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O sir, we quarrel in print, by the book; as you have [1] => books for good manners: I will name you the degrees. [2] => The first, the Retort Courteous; the second, the [3] => Quip Modest; the third, the Reply Churlish; the [4] => fourth, the Reproof Valiant; the fifth, the [5] => Countercheque Quarrelsome; the sixth, the Lie with [6] => Circumstance; the seventh, the Lie Direct. All [7] => these you may avoid but the Lie Direct; and you may [8] => avoid that too, with an If. I knew when seven [9] => justices could not take up a quarrel, but when the [10] => parties were met themselves, one of them thought but [11] => of an If, as, 'If you said so, then I said so;' and [12] => they shook hands and swore brothers. Your If is the [13] => only peacemaker; much virtue in If. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Is not this a rare fellow, my lord? he's as good at [1] => any thing and yet a fool. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE SENIOR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He uses his folly like a stalking-horse and under [1] => the presentation of that he shoots his wit. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HYMEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then is there mirth in heaven, [1] => When earthly things made even [2] => Atone together. [3] => Good duke, receive thy daughter [4] => Hymen from heaven brought her, [5] => Yea, brought her hither, [6] => That thou mightst join her hand with his [7] => Whose heart within his bosom is. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => To DUKE SENIOR ) [1] => To you I give myself, for I am yours. ) [STAGEDIR] => To ORLANDO ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE SENIOR [LINE] => If there be truth in sight, you are my daughter. ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ORLANDO [LINE] => If there be truth in sight, you are my Rosalind. ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHEBE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If sight and shape be true, [1] => Why then, my love adieu! ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll have no father, if you be not he: [1] => I'll have no husband, if you be not he: [2] => Nor ne'er wed woman, if you be not she. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HYMEN [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Peace, ho! I bar confusion: [1] => 'Tis I must make conclusion [2] => Of these most strange events: [3] => Here's eight that must take hands [4] => To join in Hymen's bands, [5] => If truth holds true contents. [6] => You and you no cross shall part: [7] => You and you are heart in heart [8] => You to his love must accord, [9] => Or have a woman to your lord: [10] => You and you are sure together, [11] => As the winter to foul weather. [12] => Whiles a wedlock-hymn we sing, [13] => Feed yourselves with questioning; [14] => That reason wonder may diminish, [15] => How thus we met, and these things finish. [16] => Wedding is great Juno's crown: [17] => O blessed bond of board and bed! [18] => 'Tis Hymen peoples every town; [19] => High wedlock then be honoured: [20] => Honour, high honour and renown, [21] => To Hymen, god of every town! ) [SUBHEAD] => SONG. ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE SENIOR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O my dear niece, welcome thou art to me! [1] => Even daughter, welcome, in no less degree. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHEBE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will not eat my word, now thou art mine; [1] => Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine. ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES DE BOYS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let me have audience for a word or two: [1] => I am the second son of old Sir Rowland, [2] => That bring these tidings to this fair assembly. [3] => Duke Frederick, hearing how that every day [4] => Men of great worth resorted to this forest, [5] => Address'd a mighty power; which were on foot, [6] => In his own conduct, purposely to take [7] => His brother here and put him to the sword: [8] => And to the skirts of this wild wood he came; [9] => Where meeting with an old religious man, [10] => After some question with him, was converted [11] => Both from his enterprise and from the world, [12] => His crown bequeathing to his banish'd brother, [13] => And all their lands restored to them again [14] => That were with him exiled. This to be true, [15] => I do engage my life. ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE SENIOR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Welcome, young man; [1] => Thou offer'st fairly to thy brothers' wedding: [2] => To one his lands withheld, and to the other [3] => A land itself at large, a potent dukedom. [4] => First, in this forest, let us do those ends [5] => That here were well begun and well begot: [6] => And after, every of this happy number [7] => That have endured shrewd days and nights with us [8] => Shall share the good of our returned fortune, [9] => According to the measure of their states. [10] => Meantime, forget this new-fall'n dignity [11] => And fall into our rustic revelry. [12] => Play, music! And you, brides and bridegrooms all, [13] => With measure heap'd in joy, to the measures fall. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, by your patience. If I heard you rightly, [1] => The duke hath put on a religious life [2] => And thrown into neglect the pompous court? ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES DE BOYS [LINE] => He hath. ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To him will I : out of these convertites [1] => There is much matter to be heard and learn'd. [2] => You to your former honour I bequeath; [3] => Your patience and your virtue well deserves it: [4] => You to a love that your true faith doth merit: [5] => You to your land and love and great allies: [6] => You to a long and well-deserved bed: [7] => And you to wrangling; for thy loving voyage [8] => Is but for two months victuall'd. So, to your pleasures: [9] => I am for other than for dancing measures. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => To DUKE SENIOR [1] => To ORLANDO [2] => To OLIVER [3] => To SILVIUS [4] => To TOUCHSTONE ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE SENIOR [LINE] => Stay, Jaques, stay. ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JAQUES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To see no pastime I what you would have [1] => I'll stay to know at your abandon'd cave. ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DUKE SENIOR [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Proceed, proceed: we will begin these rites, [1] => As we do trust they'll end, in true delights. ) ) ) ) ) [EPILOGUE] => Array ( [TITLE] => EPILOGUE [SPEECH] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ROSALIND [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is not the fashion to see the lady the epilogue; [1] => but it is no more unhandsome than to see the lord [2] => the prologue. If it be true that good wine needs [3] => no bush, 'tis true that a good play needs no [4] => epilogue; yet to good wine they do use good bushes, [5] => and good plays prove the better by the help of good [6] => epilogues. What a case am I in then, that am [7] => neither a good epilogue nor cannot insinuate with [8] => you in the behalf of a good play! I am not [9] => furnished like a beggar, therefore to beg will not [10] => become me: my way is to conjure you; and I'll begin [11] => with the women. I charge you, O women, for the love [12] => you bear to men, to like as much of this play as [13] => please you: and I charge you, O men, for the love [14] => you bear to women--as I perceive by your simpering, [15] => none of you hates them--that between you and the [16] => women the play may please. If I were a woman I [17] => would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleased [18] => me, complexions that liked me and breaths that I [19] => defied not: and, I am sure, as many as have good [20] => beards or good faces or sweet breaths will, for my [21] => kind offer, when I make curtsy, bid me farewell. ) ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit Act ) ) ) )