ACT 1
Scene 2
...I’ll go about.
Enter Rosalind and Celia.
I pray thee, Rosalind, sweet my coz, be merry.
...any extraordinary pleasure.
Herein I see thou lov’st me not with the full
weight that I love thee. If my uncle, thy banished
father, had banished thy uncle, the Duke my father,
so thou hadst been still with me, I could have taught
my love to take thy father for mine. So wouldst thou,
if the truth of thy love to me were so righteously
tempered as mine is to thee.
...rejoice in yours.
You know my father hath no child but I, nor
none is like to have; and truly, when he dies, thou
shalt be his heir, for what he hath taken away from
thy father perforce, I will render thee again in
affection. By mine honor I will, and when I break
that oath, let me turn monster. Therefore, my sweet
Rose, my dear Rose, be merry.
...falling in love?
Marry, I prithee do, to make sport withal; but
love no man in good earnest, nor no further in
sport neither than with safety of a pure blush thou
mayst in honor come off again.
...our sport, then?
Let us sit and mock the good housewife Fortune
from her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be
bestowed equally.
...gifts to women.
’Tis true, for those that she makes fair she scarce
makes honest, and those that she makes honest she
makes very ill-favoredly.
...lineaments of nature.
No? When Nature hath made a fair creature,
may she not by fortune fall into the fire?
Enter Touchstone.
Though Nature hath given us wit to flout at Fortune,
hath not Fortune sent in this fool to cut off the
argument?
...of Nature’s wit.
Peradventure this is not Fortune’s work neither,
but Nature’s, who perceiveth our natural wits too
dull to reason of such goddesses, and hath sent
this natural for our whetstone, for always the dullness
of the fool is the whetstone of the wits. To Touchstone.
How now, wit, whither wander you?
...to your father.
Were you made the messenger?
...the knight forsworn.
How prove you that in the great heap of your
knowledge?
...am a knave.
By our beards (if we had them), thou art.
...or that mustard.
Prithee, who is ’t that thou mean’st?
...your father, loves.
My father’s love is enough to honor him.
Enough. Speak no more of him; you’ll be whipped
for taxation one of these days.
...men do foolishly.
By my troth, thou sayest true. For, since the little
wit that fools have was silenced, the little foolery
that wise men have makes a great show. Here
comes Monsieur Le Beau.
...full of news.
Which he will put on us as pigeons feed their
young.
...we be news-crammed.
All the better. We shall be the more
marketable.—Bonjour, Monsieur Le Beau. What’s
the news?
...much good sport.
Sport? Of what color?
...the destinies decrees.
Well said. That was laid on with a trowel.
...to perform it.
Well, the beginning that is dead and buried.
...his three sons—
I could match this beginning with an old tale.
...sport for ladies.
Or I, I promise thee.
...to perform it.
Yonder sure they are coming. Let us now stay
and see it.
...Even he, madam.
Alas, he is too young. Yet he looks successfully.
...can move him.
Call him hither, good Monsieur Le Beau.
...of my youth.
Young gentleman, your spirits are too bold for
your years. You have seen cruel proof of this man’s
strength. If you saw yourself with your eyes or knew
yourself with your judgment, the fear of your adventure
would counsel you to a more equal enterprise.
We pray you for your own sake to embrace your
own safety and give over this attempt.
...were with you.
And mine, to eke out hers.
...deceived in you.
Your heart’s desires be with you.
...speed, young man!
I would I were invisible, to catch the strong
fellow by the leg.
...excellent young man!
If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who
should down.
...of another father.
to Rosalind
Were I my father, coz, would I do this?
...thus have ventured.
Gentle cousin,
Let us go thank him and encourage him.
My father’s rough and envious disposition
Sticks me at heart.—Sir, you have well deserved.
If you do keep your promises in love
But justly, as you have exceeded all promise,
Your mistress shall be happy.
...we go, coz?
Ay.—Fare you well, fair gentleman.
...than your enemies.
Will you go, coz?
...Fare you well.
Rosalind and Celia exit.
Scene 3
...But heavenly Rosalind!
Enter Celia and Rosalind.
Why, cousin! Why, Rosalind! Cupid have mercy,
not a word?
...at a dog.
No, thy words are too precious to be cast away
upon curs. Throw some of them at me. Come, lame
me with reasons.
...mad without any.
But is all this for your father?
...this working-day world!
They are but burs, cousin, thrown upon thee in
holiday foolery. If we walk not in the trodden paths,
our very petticoats will catch them.
...in my heart.
Hem them away.
...and have him.
Come, come, wrestle with thy affections.
...wrestler than myself.
O, a good wish upon you. You will try in time, in
despite of a fall. But turning these jests out of
service, let us talk in good earnest. Is it possible on
such a sudden you should fall into so strong a liking
with old Sir Rowland’s youngest son?
...his father dearly.
Doth it therefore ensue that you should love his
son dearly? By this kind of chase I should hate him,
for my father hated his father dearly. Yet I hate not
Orlando.
...for my sake.
Why should I not? Doth he not deserve well?
...comes the Duke.
With his eyes full of anger.
...poverty is treacherous.
Dear sovereign, hear me speak.
...father ranged along.
I did not then entreat to have her stay.
It was your pleasure and your own remorse.
I was too young that time to value her,
But now I know her. If she be a traitor,
Why, so am I. We still have slept together,
Rose at an instant, learned, played, eat together,
And, wheresoe’er we went, like Juno’s swans
Still we went coupled and inseparable.
...She is banished.
Pronounce that sentence then on me, my liege.
I cannot live out of her company.
...word, you die.
O my poor Rosalind, whither wilt thou go?
Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee mine.
I charge thee, be not thou more grieved than I am.
...have more cause.
Thou hast not, cousin.
Prithee, be cheerful. Know’st thou not the Duke
Hath banished me, his daughter?
...he hath not.
No, hath not? Rosalind lacks then the love
Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one.
Shall we be sundered? Shall we part, sweet girl?
No, let my father seek another heir.
Therefore devise with me how we may fly,
Whither to go, and what to bear with us,
And do not seek to take your change upon you,
To bear your griefs yourself and leave me out.
For, by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale,
Say what thou canst, I’ll go along with thee.
...shall we go?
To seek my uncle in the Forest of Arden.
...sooner than gold.
I’ll put myself in poor and mean attire,
And with a kind of umber smirch my face.
The like do you. So shall we pass along
And never stir assailants.
...with their semblances.
What shall I call thee when thou art a man?
...you be called?
Something that hath a reference to my state:
No longer Celia, but Aliena.
...to our travel?
He’ll go along o’er the wide world with me.
Leave me alone to woo him. Let’s away
And get our jewels and our wealth together,
Devise the fittest time and safest way
To hide us from pursuit that will be made
After my flight. Now go we in content
To liberty, and not to banishment.
They exit.
ACT 2
Scene 4
...my master’s debtor.
Enter Rosalind for Ganymede, Celia for Aliena, and Clown, alias Touchstone.
...courage, good Aliena.
I pray you bear with me. I cannot go no further.
...in solemn talk.
Rosalind, Celia, and Touchstone step aside and eavesdrop.
...stale with me.
I pray you, one of you question yond man, if he
for gold will give us any food. I faint almost to death.
...it of us.
as Aliena
And we will mend thy wages. I like this place,
And willingly could waste my time in it.
...gold right suddenly.
They exit.
ACT 3
Scene 2
...the forest judge.
Enter Celia, as Aliena, with a writing.
...reading. Stand aside.
as Aliena, reads
Why should this a desert be?
For it is unpeopled? No.
Tongues I’ll hang on every tree
That shall civil sayings show.
Some how brief the life of man
Runs his erring pilgrimage,
That the stretching of a span
Buckles in his sum of age;
Some of violated vows
’Twixt the souls of friend and friend.
But upon the fairest boughs,
Or at every sentence’ end,
Will I “Rosalinda” write,
Teaching all that read to know
The quintessence of every sprite
Heaven would in little show.
Therefore heaven nature charged
That one body should be filled
With all graces wide-enlarged.
Nature presently distilled
Helen’s cheek, but not her heart,
Cleopatra’s majesty,
Atalanta’s better part,
Sad Lucretia’s modesty.
Thus Rosalind of many parts
By heavenly synod was devised
Of many faces, eyes, and hearts
To have the touches dearest prized.
Heaven would that she these gifts should have
And I to live and die her slave.
...patience, good people!”
as Aliena
How now?—Back, friends. Shepherd,
go off a little.—Go with him, sirrah.
...scrip and scrippage.
Didst thou hear these verses?
...verses would bear.
That’s no matter. The feet might bear the verses.
...in the verse.
But didst thou hear without wondering how thy
name should be hanged and carved upon these
trees?
...can hardly remember.
Trow you who hath done this?
...it a man?
And a chain, that you once wore, about his neck.
Change you color?
...I prithee, who?
O Lord, Lord, it is a hard matter for friends to
meet, but mountains may be removed with earthquakes
and so encounter.
...who is it?
Is it possible?
...who it is.
O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful
wonderful, and yet again wonderful, and after that
out of all whooping!
...drink thy tidings.
So you may put a man in your belly.
...worth a beard?
Nay, he hath but a little beard.
...of his chin.
It is young Orlando, that tripped up the wrestler’s
heels and your heart both in an instant.
...and true maid.
I’ faith, coz, ’tis he.
... Orlando?
Orlando.
...in one word.
You must borrow me Gargantua’s mouth first.
’Tis a word too great for any mouth of this age’s size.
To say ay and no to these particulars is more than to
answer in a catechism.
...day he wrestled?
It is as easy to count atomies as to resolve the
propositions of a lover. But take a taste of my
finding him, and relish it with good observance. I
found him under a tree like a dropped acorn.
...forth such fruit.
Give me audience, good madam.
... Proceed.
There lay he, stretched along like a wounded
knight.
...becomes the ground.
Cry “holla” to thy tongue, I prithee. It curvets
unseasonably. He was furnished like a hunter.
...kill my heart.
I would sing my song without a burden. Thou
bring’st me out of tune.
...Sweet, say on.
You bring me out.
Enter Orlando and Jaques.
Soft, comes he not here?
...and note him.
Rosalind and Celia step aside.
...will you go?
They exit.
Scene 4
...of my calling.
Enter Rosalind, dressed as Ganymede, and Celia, dressed as Aliena.
...I will weep.
Do, I prithee, but yet have the grace to consider
that tears do not become a man.
...cause to weep?
As good cause as one would desire. Therefore
weep.
...the dissembling color.
Something browner than Judas’s. Marry, his
kisses are Judas’s own children.
...a good color.
An excellent color. Your chestnut was ever the
only color.
...of holy bread.
He hath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana. A
nun of winter’s sisterhood kisses not more religiously.
The very ice of chastity is in them.
...and comes not?
Nay, certainly, there is no truth in him.
...you think so?
Yes, I think he is not a pickpurse nor a horse-stealer,
but for his verity in love, I do think him as
concave as a covered goblet or a worm-eaten nut.
...true in love?
Yes, when he is in, but I think he is not in.
...downright he was.
“Was” is not “is.” Besides, the oath of a lover is
no stronger than the word of a tapster. They are
both the confirmer of false reckonings. He attends
here in the forest on the Duke your father.
...man as Orlando?
O, that’s a brave man. He writes brave verses,
speaks brave words, swears brave oaths, and breaks
them bravely, quite traverse, athwart the heart of
his lover, as a puny tilter that spurs his horse but on
one side breaks his staff like a noble goose; but all’s
brave that youth mounts and folly guides.
Enter Corin.
Who comes here?
...was his mistress.
as Aliena
Well, and what of him?
...in their play.
They exit.
Scene 5
...by bloody drops?
Enter, unobserved, Rosalind as Ganymede, Celia as Aliena, and Corin.
...to our flock.
She exits, with Celia and Corin.
ACT 4
Scene 1
...with me, Silvius.
Enter Rosalind as Ganymede, and Celia as Aliena, and Jaques.
...am your Rosalind.
as Aliena
It pleases him to call you so, but he
hath a Rosalind of a better leer than you.
...thee marry us.
as Aliena
I cannot say the words.
...“Will you, Orlando—”
as Aliena
Go to.—Will you, Orlando, have to
wife this Rosalind?
...time try. Adieu.
You have simply misused our sex in your love-prate.
We must have your doublet and hose plucked
over your head and show the world what the bird
hath done to her own nest.
...Bay of Portugal.
Or rather bottomless, that as fast as you pour
affection in, it runs out.
...till he come.
And I’ll sleep.
They exit.
Scene 3
...laugh to scorn.
Enter Rosalind dressed as Ganymede and Celia dressed as Aliena.
...here much Orlando.
I warrant you, with pure love and troubled brain
he hath ta’en his bow and arrows and is gone forth
to sleep.
Enter Silvius.
Look who comes here.
...you this chiding?
as Aliena
Alas, poor shepherd.
...with olive trees?
as Aliena
West of this place, down in the neighbor bottom;
The rank of osiers by the murmuring stream
Left on your right hand brings you to the place.
But at this hour the house doth keep itself.
There’s none within.
...did inquire for?
as Aliena
It is no boast, being asked, to say we are.
...handkercher was stained.
as Aliena
I pray you tell it.
...his elder brother.
as Aliena
O, I have heard him speak of that same brother,
And he did render him the most unnatural
That lived amongst men.
...slumber I awaked.
as Aliena
Are you his brother?
...you he rescued?
as Aliena
Was ’t you that did so oft contrive to kill him?
...Rosalind. Rosalind faints.
as Aliena
Why, how now, Ganymede, sweet Ganymede?
...look on blood.
as Aliena
There is more in it.—Cousin Ganymede.
...were at home.
as Aliena
We’ll lead you thither.—I pray you,
will you take him by the arm?
...woman by right.
as Aliena
Come, you look paler and paler. Pray
you draw homewards.—Good sir, go with us.
...Will you go?
They exit.
ACT 5
Scene 4
...your voices.—Come, Audrey.
Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, Jaques, Orlando, Oliver, and Celia as Aliena.
...doubts all even.
Rosalind and Celia exit.
...shoots his wit.
Enter Hymen, Rosalind, and Celia. Still music.
...in true delights.
All but Rosalind exit.