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Act I.


AS YOU LIKE IT. Ros. Fare you well. Pray heaven, I be deceived in you!

Cel. Your heart's desires be with you.

Cha. Come, where is this young gallant, that is so desirous to lie with his mother earth?

Orl. Ready, sir; but his will hath is it a more modest working.

Duke F. You shall try but one fall.

Cha. No, I warrant your grace; you shall not entreat him to a second, that have so mightily pero suaded bim from a first.

Orl. You mean to mock me after; you should pot have nocked me before: but come your ways.

Ros. Now, Hercules be thy speed, young man! Cel. I would I were invisible, to catch the strong fellow by the leg.

Ros. O excellent young man !

Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who should down.

Orl. I am more prou
His youngest son ;-an-

To be adopted heir to

Ros. My father lov'
And all the world was
Had I before known the
I should have giren hi:
Ere he should thus har

Let us go thank him, a
My father's rough and
Sticks me at
If you do keep your
But justly, as you ha
Your mistress shall b


(Charles and Orlando wrestle.


(Charles is thrown. Shout.


Wear this for mé; o
That could give

Shall we go, coz?


Ori. Can I not s
Are all thrown dow
Is but a quintaini,
Ros. He calls us

I'll ask him what he
Sir, you have wres
More than your en


Duke F. No more, no more.

Orl. Yes, I beseech your grace; I am not yet well breathed.

Duke F. How dost thou, Charles? Le Beau. He cannot speak, my lord. Duke F. Bear him away. (Charles is borne out.) What is thy name young man?

Orl. Orlando, my liege; the youngest son of Sir Rowland de Bois. Duke F. I would, thou hadst been son to some

man else. The world esteem'd thy father honourable, But I did find him still mine enemy: Thou should'st have better pleas'd me with this deed, Hadst thou descended from another house. But fare thee well; thou art a gallant youth; I would, thou hadst told me of another father.

(Ereunt Duke Fred. Train, and Le Beau. Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do this?

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Orl. I am more proud to be Sir Rowland's son,
His youngest son;-and would not change that call-

To be adopted heir to Frederick.

Ros. My father lov'd Sir Rowland as his soul,
And all the world was of my father's mind:
Had I before known this young man his son,
I should have given him tears unto entreaties,
Ere he should thus have ventur'd.

Gentle cousin.
Let us go thank him, and encourage him:
My father's rough and envious disposition
Sticks me at heart.--Sir, you have well deserv'd :
If you do keep your promises in love,
But justly, as you have exceeded promise,
Your mistress shall be happy.

[Giving him a chain from her neck.
Wear this for mé; one out of suits with fortunet;
That could give more, but that her hand lacks

Shall we go, coz?

Ay Fare you well, fair gentleman.
Orl. Can I not say, I thank you? My better parts
Are all thrown down; and that which here stands up,
Is but a quintains, a mere lifeless block.
Ros. He calls us back: My pride fell with my for.

I'll ask him what he would:-Did you call, sir?
Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown
More than your enemies.

Will you go, coz?
Ros. Have with

[Exeunt Rosalind and Celia, Orl. What passion hangs these weights upon my

I cannot speak to her, yet she urg'd conference.

* Appellation. + Turned out of her service.
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Re-enter Le Beau.


A room

Enter Cel

O poor Orlando! thou art overthrown;
Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thee.

Le Beau. Good sir, I do in friendship counsel you
To leave this place: Albeit you

have deserv'd
High commendation, true applause, and love;
Yet such is now the duke's condition",
That he misconstrues all that you have done.
The duke is humorous; what he is, indeed,
More suits you to conceive, than me to speak of:

Orl. I thank you, sir: and, pray you, tell me this ;
Which of the two was daughter of the duke.
That here was at the wrestling?
Le Beau. Neither his daughter, if we judge

manners ;
But yet, indeed, the shorter is his daughter:
The other is daughter to the banish'd doke,
And here detain'd by her usurping uncle,
To keep his daughter company; whose loves
Are dearer than the natural bond of sisters.
But I can tell you, that of late this duke
Hath ta’eu displeasure 'gainst his gentle niece;
Grounded upon no other argument,
But that the people praise her for her virtues,
And pity her for her good father's sake;
And, on my life, his malice'gainst the lady
Will suddenly break forth.—Sir, fare

Hereafter, in a better world than this,
I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.

Cel. Why, cousin; mercy!-Nota word

Ros. Not one to the

Cel. No, thy wor away upon curs, th: lame me with reason

Ros. Then there the one should be mad without any.

Cel. But is allt

Ros. No, some full of briars is thi

Cel. They are in holiday foolery paths, our very pe

Ros. I could si are in my heart.

Cel. Hem then

Ros. I would him.

Cel. Come, cc

Ros. O, they than myself.

Cel. 0, a goc time, in despite out of service, possible, on su so strong a liki


Orl. I rest much bounden to you; fare you well!

(Erit Le Beau,

Thus must I from the smoke into the smother:
From tyrant duke, unto a tyrant brother:-
But heavenly Rosalind!



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Ros. The du
Cel. Doth itt



A room in the palace.

Enter Celia and Rosalind,

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Cel. Why, cousin; why, Rosalind;-Cupid have mercy!-Not a word?

Ros. Not one to throw at a dog.

Cel. No, thy words are too precious to be cast away upon curs, throw some of them at me; come, lame me with reasons.

Ros. Then there were two cousins laid up; when the one should be lamed with reasons, and the other mad without any.

Cel. But is all this for your father?

Ros. No, some of it for my child's father: O, how full of briars is this working day world!

Cel. They are but burs, cousin, thrown upon thee
in holiday foolery ; if we walk not in the trodden
patls, our very petticoats will catch them.
Ros. I could shake them off my coat; these burs

Cel. Hem them away.

Ros. I would try; if I could cry hem, and have him.

Cel. Come, come, wrestle with thy affections.

Ros. O, they take the part of a better wrestler than myself.

Cel. O, a good wish upon you! you will try in time, in despite of a fall.-But, turning these josts out of service, let us talk in good earnest: Is it possible, on such a sudden, you should fall into so strong a liking with old Sir Rowland's youngest son?

Ros. The duke my father lov'd his father dearly.
Cel. Doth it therefore ensue, that you should love

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his son dearly? By this kind of chase, I should hate
him, for my father hated his father dearly* ; yet I
hate not Orlando.

Ros. No 'faith, hate him not, for my sake.
Cel. Why should I not? doth he not deserve well?

Ros. Let me love him for that; and do you love him, because I do :-Look, here comes the duke.

Cel. With his eyes full of anger.

Enter Duke Frederick, with lords.

Duke F. Mistress, despatch you with your safest

And get you from our court.

Duke F.

Treason is not inherited, m
Or, if we did derive it from
What's that to me! my fat
Then, good my liege, mist
To think my poverty is tre

Cel. Dear sovereign, he

Duke F. Ay, Celia ; we
Else had she with her fath

Cel. I did vot then ents
It was your pleasure, and
I was too young that time
But now I know her: if
Why so am I; we still by
Rose at an instant, lear
And wheresoe'er we we
Still we went coupled,
Duke F. She is to

Her very silence, and
Speak to the people, as
Thou art a fool: sher
And thou wilt show

virtuous, When she is gone: ti Firm and irrevocable Which I have pass'd

Cel. Pronounce th

Me, uncle?

You, cousin;

Within these ten days if that thou be’st found
So near our publick court as twenty miles,
Thou diest for it.

I do beseech your grace,
Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with nie:
If with myself I hold intelligence,
Or have acquaintance with mine own desires;
If that I do not dream, or be not frantick
(As I do trust I am not), then, dear uncle,
Never, so much as in a thought unborn,
Did I offend your highness.

Duke F.
If their purgation did consist in words.
They are as innocent as grace itself:-
Let it suffice thee, that I trust thee not.

Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor;
Tell me, whereon the likelihood depends.


Thus do all traitors;

I cannot live out of Duke F. You are

yourself; If you out-stay the And in the greatnes

[Ere Cel. O my poor Wilt thou change fa I charge thee, be nc

Ros. I have more

Duke F. Thou art thy father's daughter, there's

enough. Ros. So was I, when your highness took his duke


So was I, when your highness banish'd him;

• Inveterately.

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