Chapter XXXI: Act I: SCENE I. Orchard of OLIVER’S house

_Enter_ ORLANDO _and_ ADAM.

_Orl._ As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion bequeathed me by will but poor a thousand crowns, and, as thou sayest, charged my brother, on his blessing, to breed me well: and there begins my sadness. My brother Jaques he keeps at school, and report speaks goldenly of his profit: 5 for my part, he keeps me rustically at home, or, to speak more properly, stays me here at home unkept; for call you that keeping for a gentleman of my birth, that differs not from the stalling of an ox? His horses are bred better; for, besides that they are fair with their feeding, they are 10 taught their manage, and to that end riders dearly hired: but I, his brother, gain nothing under him but growth; for the which his animals on his dunghills are as much bound to him as I. Besides this nothing that he so plentifully gives me, the something that nature gave me his countenance 15 seems to take from me: he lets me feed with his hinds, bars me the place of a brother, and, as much as in him lies, mines my gentility with my education. This is it, Adam, that grieves me; and the spirit of my father, which I think is within me, begins to mutiny against this 20 servitude: I will no longer endure it, though yet I know no wise remedy how to avoid it.

_Adam._ Yonder comes my master, your brother.

_Orl._ Go apart, Adam, and thou shalt hear how he will shake me up. 25

_Enter OLIVER._

_Oli._ Now, sir! what make you here?

_Orl._ Nothing: I am not taught to make any thing.

_Oli._ What mar you then, sir?

_Orl._ Marry, sir, I am helping you to mar that which God made, a poor unworthy brother of yours, with idleness. 30

_Oli._ Marry, sir, be better employed, and be naught awhile.

_Orl._ Shall I keep your hogs and eat husks with them? What prodigal portion have I spent, that I should come to such penury? 35

_Oli._ Know you where you are, sir?

_Orl._ O, sir, very well: here in your orchard.

_Oli._ Know you before whom, sir?

_Orl._ Ay, better than him I am before knows me. I know you are my eldest brother; and, in the gentle condition 40 of blood, you should so know me. The courtesy of nations allows you my better, in that you are the first-born; but the same tradition takes not away my blood, were there twenty brothers betwixt us: I have as much of my father in me as you; albeit, I confess, your coming before 45 me is nearer to his reverence.

_Oli._ What, boy!

_Orl._ Come, come, elder brother, you are too young in this.

_Oli._ Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain? 50

_Orl._ I am no villain; I am the youngest son of Sir Rowland de Boys; he was my father, and he is thrice a villain that says such a father begot villains. Wert thou not my brother, I would not take this hand from thy throat till this other had pulled out thy tongue for saying so: thou 55 hast railed on thyself.

_Adam._ Sweet masters, be patient: for your father’s remembrance, be at accord.

_Oli._ Let me go, I say.

_Orl._ I will not, till I please: you shall hear me. My 60 father charged you in his will to give me good education: you have trained me like a peasant, obscuring and hiding from me all gentleman-like qualities. The spirit of my father grows strong in me, and I will no longer endure it: therefore allow me such exercises as may become a gentleman, 65 or give me the poor allottery my father left me by testament; with that I will go buy my fortunes.

_Oli._ And what wilt thou do? beg, when that is spent? Well, sir, get you in: I will not long be troubled with you; you shall have some part of your will: I pray you, leave me. 70

_Orl._ I will no further offend you than becomes me for my good.

_Oli._ Get you with him, you old dog.

_Adam._ Is ‘old dog’ my reward? Most true, I have lost my teeth in your service. God be with my old master! he 75 would not have spoke such a word. [_Exeunt Orlando and Adam._

_Oli._ Is it even so? begin you to grow upon me? I will physic your rankness, and yet give no thousand crowns neither. Holla, Dennis!

_Enter DENNIS._

_Den._ Calls your worship? 80

_Oli._ Was not Charles, the Duke’s wrestler, here to speak with me?

_Den._ So please you, he is here at the door and importunes access to you.

_Oli._ Call him in. [_Exit Dennis._] ’Twill be a good way; 85 and to-morrow the wrestling is.

_Enter CHARLES._

_Cha._ Good morrow to your worship.

_Oli._ Good Monsieur Charles, what’s the new news at the new court?

_Cha._ There’s no news at the court, sir, but the old 90 news: that is, the old Duke is banished by his younger brother the new Duke; and three or four loving lords have put themselves into voluntary exile with him, whose lands and revenues enrich the new Duke; therefore he gives them good leave to wander. 95

_Oli._ Can you tell if Rosalind, the Duke’s daughter, be banished with her father?

_Cha._ O, no; for the Duke’s daughter, her cousin, so loves her, being ever from their cradles bred together, that she would have followed her exile, or have died to stay behind 100 her. She is at the court, and no less beloved of her uncle than his own daughter; and never two ladies loved as they do.

_Oli._ Where will the old Duke live?

_Cha._ They say he is already in the forest of Arden, 105 and a many merry men with him; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England: they say many young gentlemen flock to him every day, and fleet the time carelessly, as they did in the golden world.

_Oli._ What, you wrestle to-morrow before the new Duke? 110

_Cha._ Marry, do I, sir; and I came to acquaint you with a matter. I am given, sir, secretly to understand that your younger brother, Orlando, hath a disposition to come in disguised against me to try a fall. To-morrow, sir, I wrestle for my credit; and he that escapes me without some broken 115 limb shall acquit him well. Your brother is but young and tender; and, for your love, I would be loath to foil him, as I must, for my own honour, if he come in: therefore, out of my love to you, I came hither to acquaint you withal; that either you might stay him from his intendment, or brook 120 such disgrace well as he shall run into; in that it is a thing of his own search, and altogether against my will.

_Oli._ Charles, I thank thee for thy love to me, which thou shalt find I will most kindly requite. I had myself notice of my brother’s purpose herein, and have by underhand means 125 laboured to dissuade him from it, but he is resolute. I’ll tell thee, Charles:—it is the stubbornest young fellow of France; full of ambition, an envious emulator of every man’s good parts, a secret and villanous contriver against me his natural brother: therefore use thy discretion; I had as lief 130 thou didst break his neck as his finger. And thou wert best look to’t; for if thou dost him any slight disgrace, or if he do not mightily grace himself on thee, he will practise against thee by poison, entrap thee by some treacherous device, and never leave thee till he hath ta’en thy life by 135 some indirect means or other; for, I assure thee, and almost with tears I speak it, there is not one so young and so villanous this day living. I speak but brotherly of him; but should I anatomize him to thee as he is, I must blush and weep, and thou must look pale and wonder. 140

_Cha._ I am heartily glad I came hither to you. If he come to-morrow, I’ll give him his payment: if ever he go alone again, I’ll never wrestle for prize more: and so, God keep your worship!

_Oli._ Farewell, good Charles. [_Exit Charles._] Now will 145 I stir this gamester: I hope I shall see an end of him; for my soul, yet I know not why, hates nothing more than he. Yet he’s gentle; never schooled, and yet learned; full of noble device; of all sorts enchantingly beloved; and indeed so much in the heart of the world, and especially of my own 150 people, who best know him, that I am altogether misprised: but it shall not be so long; this wrestler shall clear all: nothing remains but that I kindle the boy thither; which now I’ll go about. [_Exit._

~~~~~ Linenotes: _As You Like It_, I, 1.

1: _fashion_] Ff. _my father_ Hanmer (Warburton). _fashion; my father_ Heath conj. _fashion. He_ Malone (Blackstone conj.). _fashion he_ Ritson conj.

2: _me by_] _me._ By Johnson.

_poor a_] F1. _a poor_ F2 F3 F4.

3: _charged my brother_] _my brother charged_ Seymour conj.

7: _stays_] Ff. _stys_ Warburton.

10: _fair_] _fat_ Anon. conj.

15, 16: _countenance_] _discountenance_ Warburton.

23: SCENE II. Pope.

25: Enter...] Ff (after line 23).

26: _here_] F3 F4. _heere_ F1. _heare_ F2.

31: _be naught_] _do aught_ Hanmer. _be wrought_ Jackson conj.

34: _prodigal_] _prodigal’s_ Seymour conj.

39: _him_] _he_ Pope.

46: _reverence_] _revenues_ Anon MS. conj. _revenue_ Hanmer (Warburton). See note (II).

52: _Boys_] F1. _Boyes_ F2 F3 F4.

57: _masters_] F1. _master_ F2 F3 F4.

63: _from me_ Ff. _me from_ Pope.

77: SCENE III. Pope.

_grow_] _growl_ Anon. ap. Collier conj.

81: _wrestler_] _wrastler_ F1 F3 F4. _wrastle_ F2.

85: [Exit...] Johnson.

88: _Monsieur_] _morrow, Monsieur_ S. Walker conj. _morrow,_ Anon. conj.

96: _Duke’s_] _old Duke’s_ Hanmer.

98: _Duke’s_] _new Duke’s_ Hanmer.

100: _she_] F3 F4. _he_ F1 F2.

101: _her_] F1 F2. _their_ F3 F4.

111: _came_] _come_ F4.

139: _anatomize_] F3 F4. _anatomise_ F1 F2.

145: Oli.] om. F1.

[Exit C.] Exit. Rowe (after line 144). om. Ff.

147: _he_] _him_ Seymour conj. ~~~~~

SCENE II. _Lawn before the_ DUKE’S _palace_.

_Enter_ ROSALIND _and_ CELIA.

_Cel._ I pray thee, Rosalind, sweet my coz, be merry.

_Ros._ Dear Celia, I show more mirth than I am mistress of; and would you yet I were merrier? Unless you could teach me to forget a banished father, you must not learn me how to remember any extraordinary pleasure. 5

_Cel._ Herein I see thou lovest me not with the full weight that I love thee. If my uncle, thy banished father, had banished thy uncle, the Duke my father, so thou hadst been still with me, I could have taught my love to take thy father for mine: so wouldst thou, if the truth of thy 10 love to me were so righteously tempered as mine is to thee.

_Ros._ Well, I will forget the condition of my estate, to rejoice in yours.

_Cel._ You know my father hath no child but I, nor none is like to have: and, truly, when he dies, thou shalt 15 be his heir; for what he hath taken away from thy father perforce, I will render thee again in affection; by mine honour, I will; and when I break that oath, let me turn monster: therefore, my sweet Rose, my dear Rose, be merry. 20

_Ros._ From henceforth I will, coz, and devise sports. Let me see; what think you of falling in love?

_Cel._ 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 25 honour come off again.

_Ros._ What shall be our sport, then?

_Cel._ Let us sit and mock the good housewife Fortune from her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be bestowed equally. 30

_Ros._ I would we could do so; for her benefits are mightily misplaced; and the bountiful blind woman doth most mistake in her gifts to women.

_Cel._ ’Tis true; for those that she makes fair she scarce makes honest; and those that she makes honest she makes 35 very ill-favouredly.

_Ros._ Nay, now thou goest from Fortune’s office to Nature’s: Fortune reigns in gifts of the world, not in the lineaments of Nature.

_Enter_ TOUCHSTONE.

_Cel._ No? when Nature hath made a fair creature, may 40 she not by Fortune fall into the fire? Though Nature hath given us wit to flout at Fortune, hath not Fortune sent in this fool to cut off the argument?

_Ros._ Indeed, there is Fortune too hard for Nature, when Fortune makes Nature’s natural the cutter-off of 45 Nature’s wit.

_Cel._ Peradventure this is not Fortune’s work neither, but Nature’s; who perceiveth our natural wits too dull to reason of such goddesses, and hath sent this natural for our whetstone; for always the dulness of the fool is the whetstone 50 of the wits. How now, wit! whither wander you?

_Touch._ Mistress, you must come away to your father.

_Cel._ Were you made the messenger?

_Touch._ No, by mine honour, but I was bid to come for you. 55

_Ros._ Where learned you that oath, fool?

_Touch._ Of a certain knight that swore by his honour they were good pancakes, and swore by his honour the mustard was naught: now I’ll stand to it, the pancakes were naught and the mustard was good, and yet was not 60 the knight forsworn.

_Cel._ How prove you that, in the great heap of your knowledge?

_Ros._ Ay, marry, now unmuzzle your wisdom.

_Touch._ Stand you both forth now: stroke your chins, 65 and swear by your beards that I am a knave.

_Cel._ By our beards, if we had them, thou art.

_Touch._ By my knavery, if I had it, then I were; but if you swear by that that is not, you are not forsworn: no more was this knight, swearing by his honour, for he never 70 had any; or if he had, he had sworn it away before ever he saw those pancakes or that mustard.

_Cel._ Prithee, who is’t that thou meanest?

_Touch._ One that old Frederick, your father, loves.

_Cel._ My father’s love is enough to honour him: enough! 75 speak no more of him; you’ll be whipped for taxation one of these days.

_Touch._ The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly.

_Cel._ By my troth, thou sayest true; for since the little 80 wit that fools have was silenced, the little foolery that wise men have makes a great show. Here comes Monsieur Le Beau.

_Ros._ With his mouth full of news.

_Cel._ Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young. 85

_Ros._ Then shall we be news-crammed.

_Cel._ All the better; we shall be the more marketable.

_Enter_ LE BEAU.

Bon jour, Monsieur Le Beau: what’s the news?

_Le Beau._ Fair princess, you have lost much good sport.

_Cel._ Sport! of what colour? 90

_Le Beau._ What colour, madam! how shall I answer you?

_Ros._ As wit and fortune will.

_Touch._ Or as the Destinies decrees.

_Cel._ Well said: that was laid on with a trowel.

_Touch._ Nay, if I keep not my rank,— 95

_Ros._ Thou losest thy old smell.

_Le Beau._ You amaze me, ladies: I would have told you of good wrestling, which you have lost the sight of.

_Ros._ Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling.

_Le Beau._ I will tell you the beginning; and, if it please 100 your ladyships, you may see the end; for the best is yet to do; and here, where you are, they are coming to perform it.

_Cel._ Well, the beginning, that is dead and buried.

_Le Beau._ There comes an old man and his three sons,—

_Cel._ I could match this beginning with an old tale. 105

_Le Beau._ Three proper young men, of excellent growth and presence.

_Ros._ With bills on their necks, ‘Be it known unto all men by these presents.’

_Le Beau._ The eldest of the three wrestled with Charles, 110 the Duke’s wrestler; which Charles in a moment threw him, and broke three of his ribs, that there is little hope of life in him: so he served the second, and so the third. Yonder they lie; the poor old man, their father, making such pitiful dole over them that all the beholders take his part with 115 weeping.

_Ros._ Alas!

_Touch._ But what is the sport, monsieur, that the ladies have lost?

_Le Beau._ Why, this that I speak of. 120

_Touch._ Thus men may grow wiser every day: it is the first time that ever I heard breaking of ribs was sport for ladies.

_Cel._ Or I, I promise thee.

_Ros._ But is there any else longs to see this broken music 125 in his sides? is there yet another dotes upon rib-breaking? Shall we see this wrestling, cousin?

_Le Beau._ You must, if you stay here; for here is the place appointed for the wrestling, and they are ready to perform it. 130

_Cel._ Yonder, sure, they are coming: let us now stay and see it.

_Flourish._ _Enter_ DUKE FREDERICK, Lords, ORLANDO, CHARLES, _and_ Attendants.

_Duke F._ Come on: since the youth will not be entreated, his own peril on his forwardness.

_Ros._ Is yonder the man? 135

_Le Beau._ Even he, madam.

_Cel._ Alas, he is too young! yet he looks successfully.

_Duke F._ How now, daughter and cousin! are you crept hither to see the wrestling?

_Ros._ Ay, my liege, so please you give us leave. 140

_Duke F._ You will take little delight in it, I can tell you, there is such odds in the man. In pity of the challenger’s youth I would fain dissuade him, but he will not be entreated. Speak to him, ladies; see if you can move him.

_Cel._ Call him hither, good Monsieur Le Beau. 145

_Duke F._ Do so: I’ll not be by.

_Le Beau._ Monsieur the challenger, the princess calls for you.

_Orl._ I attend them with all respect and duty.

_Ros._ Young man, have you challenged Charles the 150 wrestler?

_Orl._ No, fair princess; he is the general challenger: I come but in, as others do, to try with him the strength of my youth.

_Cel._ Young gentleman, your spirits are too bold for your 155 years. You have seen cruel proof of this man’s strength: if you saw yourself with your eyes, or knew yourself with your judgement, 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. 160

_Ros._ Do, young sir; your reputation shall not therefore be misprised: we will make it our suit to the Duke that the wrestling might not go forward.

_Orl._ I beseech you, punish me not with your hard thoughts; wherein I confess me much guilty, to deny so 165 fair and excellent ladies any thing. But let your fair eyes and gentle wishes go with me to my trial: wherein if I be foiled, there is but one shamed that was never gracious; if killed, but one dead that is willing to be so: I shall do my friends no wrong, for I have none to lament me, the world 170 no injury, for in it I have nothing; only in the world I fill up a place, which may be better supplied when I have made it empty.

_Ros._ The little strength that I have, I would it were with you. 175

_Cel._ And mine, to eke out hers.

_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? 180

_Orl._ Ready, sir; but his will hath in 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 persuaded him from 185 a first.

_Orl._ You mean to mock me after; you should not have mocked 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 190 by the leg. [_They wrestle._

_Ros._ O excellent young man!

_Cel._ If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who should down. [_Shout. Charles is thrown._

_Duke F._ No more, no more. 195

_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. What is thy name, young man? 200

_Orl._ Orlando, my liege; the youngest son of Sir Rowland de Boys.

_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: 205 Thou shouldst have better pleased me with this deed, Hadst thou descended from another house. But fare thee well; thou art a gallant youth: I would thou hadst told me of another father.

[_Exeunt Duke Fred., train, and Le Beau._

_Cel._ Were I my father, coz, would I do this? 210

_Orl._ I am more proud to be Sir Rowland’s son, His youngest son; and would not change that calling, To be adopted heir to Frederick.

_Ros._ My father loved Sir Rowland as his soul, And all the world was of my father’s mind: 215 Had I before known this young man his son, I should have given him tears unto entreaties, Ere he should thus have ventured.

_Cel._ Gentle cousin, Let us go thank him and encourage him: My father’s rough and envious disposition 220 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.

_Ros._ Gentleman, [_Giving him a chain from her neck._ Wear this for me, one out of suits with fortune, 225 That could give more, but that her hand lacks means. Shall we go, coz?

_Cel._ 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 quintain, a mere lifeless block. 230

_Ros._ He calls us back: my pride fell with my fortunes; I’ll ask him what he would. Did you call, sir? Sir, you have wrestled well and overthrown More than your enemies.

_Cel._ Will you go, coz?

_Ros._ Have with you. Fare you well. 235

[_Exeunt Rosalind and Celia._

_Orl._ What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue? I cannot speak to her, yet she urged conference. O poor Orlando, thou art overthrown! Or Charles or something weaker masters thee.

_Re-enter_ LE BEAU.

_Le Beau._ Good sir, I do in friendship counsel you 240 To leave this place. Albeit you have deserved High commendation, true applause, and love, Yet such is now the Duke’s condition, That he misconstrues all that you have done. The Duke is humorous: what he is, indeed, 245 More suits you to conceive than I 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 by manners; 250 But yet, indeed, the taller is his daughter: The other is daughter to the banish’d Duke, And here detain’d by her usurping uncle, To keep his daughter company; whose loves Are dearer than the natural bond of sisters. 255 But I can tell you that of late this Duke Hath ta’en displeasure ’gainst his gentle niece, Grounded upon no other argument But that the people praise her for her virtues, And pity her for her good father’s sake; 260 And, on my life, his malice ’gainst the lady Will suddenly break forth. Sir, fare you well: Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.

_Orl._ I rest much bounden to you: fare you well. 265 [_Exit Le Beau._ Thus must I from the smoke into the smother; From tyrant Duke unto a tyrant brother: But heavenly Rosalind! [_Exit._

~~~~~ Linenotes: _As You Like It_, I, 2.

SCENE II.] SCENE IV. Pope.

Lawn...] Capell. Open walk Theobald.

3: _I were_] Rowe (ed. 2). _were_ Ff.

14: _I_] _me_ Hanmer.

36: _ill-favouredly_] _ill-favoured_ Rowe (ed. 2).

40: _No?_] Hanmer. _No;_ Ff.

43: _the_] F1 F2. _this_ F3 F4.

44: _there is Fortune_] F1 F2. _Fortune is there_ F3 F4.

48: _perceiveth_] F1. _perceiving_ F2 F3 F4.

49: _and hath_] Malone. _hath_ Ff.

51: _the wits_] _his wits_ Reed. _the wise_ Spedding conj.

_wit_] om. Rowe.

_whither_] F2. _whether_ F1 F3 F4.

64: _your_] _you_ F2.

73: _is’t that_] F1 F2 F3. _is that_ F4.

74: _One that old Frederick_] _One old Frederick that_ Collier conj.

_Frederick_] _Ferdinand_ Capell conj. See note (III).

75: Cel.] Theobald. Ros. Ff.

_him: enough!_] Hanmer. _him enough;_ Ff.

79: _wise men_] F3 F4. _wisemen_ F1 F2. See note (III).

83: _Le Beau_] _the Beu_ F1. _Le Beu_ F2 F3 F4.

84: SCENE V. Pope.

87: Enter Le Beau] F1. Enter Le Beu. F2 F3 F4 (after line 83).

88: _Bon_] _Boon_ Ff.

_what’s the_] F1. _what the_ F2. _what_ F3 F4.

89: _good_] om. F3 F4.

90: _Sport!_] _Spot?_ Collier (Collier MS.).

93: _decrees_] Ff. _decree_ Pope.

106–108: Le Beau. _Three...presence._ Ros. _With...presents._] Ff. Le Beau. _Three...presence._ Ros. _With...necks._ Clo. _Be it...presents._ Warburton. Le Beau. _Three...necks._ Ros. _Be it...presents._ Dyce (Farmer conj.).

122: _breaking_] _of breaking_ F4.

125–127: Ros. _But......cousin?_] Touch. _But...rib-breaking?_ Ros. _Shall...cousin?_ Anon. conj.

125: _see_] _set_ Theobald (Warburton). _feel_ Johnson conj. _get_ Heath conj. _seek_ Jackson conj.

129: _for the_] F1. _for_ F2 F3 F4.

132: ...Frederick...] Rowe.

133: SCENE VI. Pope.

142: _in_] _on_ Anon. conj.

_man_] Ff. _men_ Hanmer.

145: Cel.] Cel. and Ros. Lettsom conj.

147: _princess calls_] F4. _Princesse cals_ F1. _Princesse calls_ F2 F3. _princesses call_ Theobald. _princess’ call_ Dyce (S. Walker conj.). See note (IV).

149: _them_] _her_ Rowe.

153: _but in_] F1. _but_ F2 F3 F4. _but e’en_ Edd. conj.

157, 158: _your eyes...your judgement,_] _our eyes...our judgement_ Hanmer (Warburton).

165: _thoughts; wherein_] _thoughts. Herein_ Mason conj. _thoughts. Therein_ Johnson conj. _thoughts;_ Spedding conj.

_guilty,_] _guilty, is_ Jackson conj.

174: _that_] om. Rowe.

181: _in it_] _it in_ Boswell.

187: _You_] _An you_ Theobald conj. _If you_ Mason conj. See note (V).

188: _me_] om. F3 F4.

191: [They wrestle] F3 F4. [Wrastle. F1 F2.

194: [Shout. Charles is thrown.] Rowe. [Shout. Ff.

209: [Exeunt...] Capell. [Exit Duke. Ff.

210: SCENE VII. Pope.

223: _as you have exceeded all_] _as you’ve here exceeded_ Hanmer. _as you have exceeded_ Capell. _as you have excell’d all_ S. Walker conj.

_promise_] F1. _in promise_ F2 F3 F4.

224: [Giving...] Theobald.

225: _out of suits with fortune_] _out of fortune’s suite_ Becket conj. _out of sorts with fortune_ Anon. ap. Halliwell conj.

226: _could_] _would_ Becket conj.

_means_] _meane_ F2.

230: _lifeless_] Rowe (ed. 2). _liveless_ Ff.

236: [Exeunt...] Exit. Ff.

239: Re-enter...] Enter Le Beu. Ff (after line 237).

244: _misconstrues_] _misconsters_ Ff.

246: _I_] _me_ Rowe.

249: _was_] _were_ Hanmer.

251: _taller_] Ff. _shorter_ Rowe (ed. 2). _smaller_ Malone. _lower_ Staunton. _lesser_ Spedding conj.

252: _other is_] Ff. _other’s_ Pope.

259: _her virtues_] _virtues_ F2.

265: [Exit...] om. Ff. ~~~~~

SCENE III. _A room in the palace._

_Enter_ CELIA _and_ ROSALIND.

_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 5 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? 10

_Ros._ No, some of it is for my child’s father. O, how full of briers is this working-day world!

_Cel._ 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. 15

_Ros._ I could shake them off my coat: these burs are in my heart.

_Cel._ Hem them away.

_Ros._ I would try, if I could cry hem and have him.

_Cel._ Come, come, wrestle with thy affections. 20

_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 jests out of service, let us talk in good earnest: is it possible, on such a sudden, 25 you should fall into so strong a liking with old Sir Rowland’s youngest son?

_Ros._ The Duke my father loved his father dearly.

_Cel._ Doth it therefore ensue that you should love his son dearly? By this kind of chase, I should hate him, for 30 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. 35

_Cel._ With his eyes full of anger.

_Enter_ DUKE FREDERICK, _with_ Lords.

_Duke F._ Mistress, dispatch you with your safest haste And get you from our court.

_Ros._ Me, uncle?

_Duke F._ You, cousin: Within these ten days if that thou be’st found So near our public court as twenty miles, 40 Thou diest for it.

_Ros._ I do beseech your Grace, Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me: If with myself I hold intelligence, Or have acquaintance with mine own desires; If that I do not dream, or be not frantic,— 45 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._ Thus do all traitors: If their purgation did consist in words, They are as innocent as grace itself: 50 Let it suffice thee that I trust thee not.

_Ros._ Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor: Tell me whereon the likelihood depends.

_Duke F._ Thou art thy father’s daughter; there’s enough.

_Ros._ So was I when your Highness took his dukedom; 55 So was I when your Highness banish’d him: Treason is not inherited, my lord; Or, if we did derive it from our friends, What’s that to me? my father was no traitor: Then, good my liege, mistake me not so much 60 To think my poverty is treacherous.

_Cel._ Dear sovereign, hear me speak.

_Duke F._ Ay, Celia; we stay’d her for your sake, Else had she with her father ranged along.

_Cel._ I did not then entreat to have her stay; 65 It was your pleasure and your own remorse: I was too young that time to value her; But now I know her: if she be a traitor, Why so am I; we still have slept together, Rose at an instant, learn’d, play’d, eat together, 70 And wheresoe’er we went, like Juno’s swans, Still we went coupled and inseparable.

_Duke F._ She is too subtle for thee; and her smoothness, Her very silence and her patience Speak to the people, and they pity her. 75 Thou art a fool: she robs thee of thy name; And thou wilt show more bright and seem more virtuous When she is gone. Then open not thy lips: Firm and irrevocable is my doom Which I have pass’d upon her; she is banish’d. 80

_Cel._ Pronounce that sentence then on me, my liege: I cannot live out of her company.

_Duke F._ You are a fool. You, niece, provide yourself: If you outstay the time, upon mine honour, And in the greatness of my word, you die. 85

[_Exeunt Duke Frederick and Lords._

_Cel._ 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.

_Ros._ I have more cause.

_Cel._ Thou hast not, cousin; Prithee, be cheerful: know’st thou not, the Duke 90 Hath banish’d me, his daughter?

_Ros._ That he hath not.

_Cel._ No, hath not? Rosalind lacks then the love Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one: Shall we be sunder’d? shall we part, sweet girl? No: let my father seek another heir. 95 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, 100 Say what thou canst, I’ll go along with thee.

_Ros._ Why, whither shall we go?

_Cel._ To seek my uncle in the forest of Arden

_Ros._ Alas, what danger will it be to us, Maids as we are, to travel forth so far! 105 Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.

_Cel._ 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.

_Ros._ Were it not better, 110 Because that I am more than common tall, That I did suit me all points like a man? A gallant curtle-axe upon my thigh, A boar-spear in my hand; and—in my heart Lie there what hidden woman’s fear there will— 115 We’ll have a swashing and a martial outside, As many other mannish cowards have That do outface it with their semblances.

_Cel._ What shall I call thee when thou art a man?

_Ros._ I’ll have no worse a name than Jove’s own page; 120 And therefore look you call me Ganymede. But what will you be call’d?

_Cel._ Something that hath a reference to my state; No longer Celia, but Aliena.

_Ros._ But, cousin, what if we assay’d to steal 125 The clownish fool out of your father’s court? Would he not be a comfort to our travel?

_Cel._ 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; 130 Devise the fittest time and safest way To hide us from pursuit that will be made After my flight. Now go we in content To liberty and not to banishment. [_Exeunt._

~~~~~ Linenotes: _As You Like It_, I, 3.

SCENE III.] SCENE VIII. Pope.

A room...] Capell. An apartment... Theobald.

Enter...] Re-enter... Pope.

7: _there were_] _were there_ Anon. conj.

11: _child’s father_] Ff. _father’s child_ Rowe (ed. 2).

26: _strong_] F1 F2. _strange_ F3 F4.

32: _not_] _nor_ F2.

33: _I not_] _I hate_ Theobald conj.

_he not_] F1 F2. _not he_ F3 F4.

34: SCENE IX. Pope.

36: Enter......] Enter Duke with Lords Ff (after line 33).

37: _safest_] _fastest_ Collier MS. _swiftest_ Singer conj.

39: _ten_] _two_ Anon. conj.

44: _mine_] _my_ Rowe.

53: _likelihood_] F2 F3 F4. _likelihoods_ F1.

66: _It...remorse_] omitted in Rowe (ed. 1).

72: _inseparable_] _inseparate_ Collier MS.

77: _seem_] _shine_ Warburton.

86: SCENE X. Pope.

_whither_] _where_ Pope.

87: _fathers_] F1. _father_ F2 F3 F4.

89: _Thou_] _Indeed, thou_ Steevens conj.

92: _No, hath not?_] Ff. _No? hath not?_ Rowe (ed. 2). _No hath not?_ Singer. _No ‘hath not.’_ Halliwell conj. See note (VI).

93: _thee_] _me_ Theobald (Warburton).

_am_] _are_ Theobald.

98: _your change_] F1. _your charge_ F2 F3 F4. _the charge_ Singer conj.

103: _in...Arden_] omitted by Steevens, reading _Why...uncle_ as a verse.

105: _forth so far_] F1 F3 F4. _for farre_ F2.

108: _smirch_] F1. _smitch_ F2. _smutch_ F3 F4.

120: _worse a_] Ff. _worser_ Collier MS.

122: _be_] _by_ F1.

133: _we in_] F2 F3 F4. _in we_ F1. _away_ or _in true_ Anon. conj. ~~~~~