ACT I SCENE II | Lawn before the Duke's palace. | |
[Enter CELIA and ROSALIND] |
CELIA | I pray thee, Rosalind, sweet my coz, be merry. |
ROSALIND | 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 |
CELIA | 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 love to me were so righteously |
| tempered as mine is to thee. | 12 |
ROSALIND | Well, I will forget the condition of my estate, to |
| rejoice in yours. |
CELIA | 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 honour, I will; and when I break |
| that oath, let me turn monster: therefore, my |
| sweet Rose, my dear Rose, be merry. | 21 |
ROSALIND | From henceforth I will, coz, and devise sports. Let |
| me see; what think you of falling in love? |
CELIA | 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 honour come off again. | 27 |
ROSALIND | What shall be our sport, then? |
CELIA | Let us sit and mock the good housewife Fortune from |
| her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be bestowed equally. |
ROSALIND | 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. |
CELIA | 'Tis true; for those that she makes fair she scarce |
| makes honest, and those that she makes honest she |
| makes very ill-favouredly. | 37 |
ROSALIND | 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] |
CELIA | No? when Nature hath made a fair creature, may 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? | 44 |
ROSALIND | Indeed, there is Fortune too hard for Nature, when |
| Fortune makes Nature's natural the cutter-off of |
| Nature's wit. |
CELIA | 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 of the wits. How now, |
| wit! whither wander you? |
TOUCHSTONE | Mistress, you must come away to your father. |
CELIA | Were you made the messenger? | 55 |
TOUCHSTONE | No, by mine honour, but I was bid to come for you. |
ROSALIND | Where learned you that oath, fool? |
TOUCHSTONE | 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 the knight forsworn. |
CELIA | How prove you that, in the great heap of your |
| knowledge? | 65 |
ROSALIND | Ay, marry, now unmuzzle your wisdom. |
TOUCHSTONE | Stand you both forth now: stroke your chins, and |
| swear by your beards that I am a knave. |
CELIA | By our beards, if we had them, thou art. |
TOUCHSTONE | 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 had any; or if he had, he had sworn it away |
| before ever he saw those pancakes or that mustard. |
CELIA | Prithee, who is't that thou meanest? | 75 |
TOUCHSTONE | One that old Frederick, your father, loves. |
CELIA | My father's love is enough to honour him: enough! |
| speak no more of him; you'll be whipped for taxation |
| one of these days. |
TOUCHSTONE | The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely what |
| wise men do foolishly. |
CELIA | 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. | 85 |
ROSALIND | With his mouth full of news. |
CELIA | Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young. |
ROSALIND | Then shall we be news-crammed. |
CELIA | 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. |
CELIA | Sport! of what colour? | 90 |
LE BEAU | What colour, madam! how shall I answer you? |
ROSALIND | As wit and fortune will. |
TOUCHSTONE | Or as the Destinies decree. |
CELIA | Well said: that was laid on with a trowel. |
TOUCHSTONE | Nay, if I keep not my rank,-- |
ROSALIND | 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. | 105 |
ROSALIND | You tell us the manner of the wrestling. |
LE BEAU | I will tell you the beginning; and, if it please |
| 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. |
CELIA | Well, the beginning, that is dead and buried. |
LE BEAU | There comes an old man and his three sons,-- |
CELIA | I could match this beginning with an old tale. |
LE BEAU | Three proper young men, of excellent growth and presence. |
ROSALIND | With bills on their necks, 'Be it known unto all men |
| by these presents.' | 116 |
LE BEAU | The eldest of the three wrestled with Charles, 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 weeping. | 125 |
ROSALIND | Alas! |
TOUCHSTONE | But what is the sport, monsieur, that the ladies |
| have lost? |
LE BEAU | Why, this that I speak of. |
TOUCHSTONE | Thus men may grow wiser every day: it is the first |
| time that ever I heard breaking of ribs was sport |
| for ladies. |
CELIA | Or I, I promise thee. |
ROSALIND | But is there any else longs to see this broken music |
| in his sides? is there yet another dotes upon |
| rib-breaking? Shall we see this wrestling, cousin? | 136 |
LE BEAU | You must, if you stay here; for here is the place |
| appointed for the wrestling, and they are ready to |
| perform it. |
CELIA | Yonder, sure, they are coming: let us now stay and see it. |
[
Flourish. Enter DUKE FREDERICK, Lords, ORLANDO,
CHARLES, and Attendants
] |
DUKE FREDERICK | Come on: since the youth will not be entreated, his |
| own peril on his forwardness. |
ROSALIND | Is yonder the man? |
LE BEAU | Even he, madam. | 145 |
CELIA | Alas, he is too young! yet he looks successfully. |
DUKE FREDERICK | How now, daughter and cousin! are you crept hither |
| to see the wrestling? |
ROSALIND | Ay, my liege, so please you give us leave. |
DUKE FREDERICK | 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. |
CELIA | Call him hither, good Monsieur Le Beau. | 155 |
DUKE FREDERICK | Do so: I'll not be by. |
LE BEAU | Monsieur the challenger, the princesses call for you. |
ORLANDO | I attend them with all respect and duty. |
ROSALIND | Young man, have you challenged Charles the wrestler? |
ORLANDO | No, fair princess; he is the general challenger: I |
| come but in, as others do, to try with him the |
| strength of my youth. |
CELIA | 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. | 171 |
ROSALIND | 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. |
ORLANDO | I beseech you, punish me not with your hard |
| thoughts; wherein I confess me much guilty, to deny |
| so 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 was willing to be so: I shall do my |
| friends no wrong, for I have none to lament me, the |
| world 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. |
ROSALIND | The little strength that I have, I would it were with you. | 186 |
CELIA | And mine, to eke out hers. |
ROSALIND | Fare you well: pray heaven I be deceived in you! |
CELIA | Your heart's desires be with you! |
CHARLES | Come, where is this young gallant that is so |
| desirous to lie with his mother earth? |
ORLANDO | Ready, sir; but his will hath in it a more modest working. |
DUKE FREDERICK | You shall try but one fall. | 195 |
CHARLES | No, I warrant your grace, you shall not entreat him |
| to a second, that have so mightily persuaded him |
| from a first. |
ORLANDO | An you mean to mock me after, you should not have |
| mocked me before: but come your ways. |
ROSALIND | Now Hercules be thy speed, young man! |
CELIA | I would I were invisible, to catch the strong |
| fellow by the leg. |
[They wrestle] |
ROSALIND | O excellent young man! | 204 |
CELIA | If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who |
| should down. |
[Shout. CHARLES is thrown] |
DUKE FREDERICK | No more, no more. |
ORLANDO | Yes, I beseech your grace: I am not yet well breathed. |
DUKE FREDERICK | How dost thou, Charles? |
LE BEAU | He cannot speak, my lord. |
DUKE FREDERICK | Bear him away. What is thy name, young man? |
ORLANDO | Orlando, my liege; the youngest son of Sir Rowland de Boys. | 215 |
DUKE FREDERICK | 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 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 FREDERICK, train, and LE BEAU] |
CELIA | Were I my father, coz, would I do this? |
ORLANDO | 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. | 226 |
ROSALIND | My father loved 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 ventured. |
CELIA | 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 | 235 |
| But justly, as you have exceeded all promise, |
| Your mistress shall be happy. |
ROSALIND | Gentleman, |
[Giving him a chain from her neck] |
| Wear this for me, one out of suits with fortune, |
| That could give more, but that her hand lacks means. |
| Shall we go, coz? |
CELIA | Ay. Fare you well, fair gentleman. |
ORLANDO | 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. |
ROSALIND | He calls us back: my pride fell with my fortunes; |
| I'll ask him what he would. Did you call, sir? | 245 |
| Sir, you have wrestled well and overthrown |
| More than your enemies. |
CELIA | Will you go, coz? |
ROSALIND | Have with you. Fare you well. |
[Exeunt ROSALIND and CELIA] |
ORLANDO | 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 |
| To leave this place. Albeit you have deserved |
| High commendation, true applause and love, | 255 |
| 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 I to speak of. |
ORLANDO | 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; |
| But yet indeed the lesser is his daughter |
| The other is daughter to the banish'd duke, | 265 |
| 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'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; |
| And, on my life, his malice 'gainst the lady |
| Will suddenly break forth. Sir, fare you well: | 275 |
| Hereafter, in a better world than this, |
| I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. |
ORLANDO | I rest much bounden to you: fare you well. |
[Exit LE BEAU] |
| Thus must I from the smoke into the smother; |
| From tyrant duke unto a tyrant brother: |
| But heavenly Rosalind! |
[Exit] |