Authors: William Shakespeare
Enter Orlando
Draws his sword
ORLANDO
Forbear
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, and eat no more.
JAQUES
Why, I have eat none yet.
ORLANDO
Nor shalt not, till necessity be served.
JAQUES
Of what kind should this cock come of?
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DUKE SENIOR
Art thou thus boldened, man, by thy distress,
Or else a
rude
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despiser of good manners,
That in civility thou seem’st so empty?
ORLANDO
You
touched my vein at first
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. The thorny point
Of bare distress hath ta’en from me the show
Of smooth civility: yet am I
inland bred
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And know some
nurture
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. But forbear, I say:
He dies that touches any of this fruit
Till I and my affairs are
answerèd
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.
JAQUES
An you will not be answered with
reason
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, I must die.
DUKE SENIOR
What would you have? Your
gentleness
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shall force
More than your force move us to gentleness.
ORLANDO
I almost die for food, and let me have it.
DUKE SENIOR
Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table.
ORLANDO
Speak you so gently? Pardon me, I pray you.
I thought that all things had been savage here,
And therefore put I on the
countenance
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Of stern commandment. But whate’er you are
That in this desert inaccessible,
Under the shade of
melancholy
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boughs,
Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time,
If ever you have looked on better days,
If ever been where bells have
knolled
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to church,
If ever sat at any good man’s feast,
If ever from your eyelids wiped a tear
And know what ’tis to pity and be pitied,
Let gentleness my strong
enforcement
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be:
In the which hope I blush, and hide my sword.
Sheathes his sword
DUKE SENIOR
True is it that we have seen better days,
And have with holy bell been knolled to church,
And sat at good men’s feasts, and wiped our eyes
Of drops that sacred pity hath engendered:
And therefore sit you down in gentleness,
And take
upon command
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what help we have
That to your
wanting
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may be ministered.
ORLANDO
Then but forbear your food a little while,
Whiles, like a doe, I go to find my fawn
And give it food. There is an old poor man,
Who after me hath many a weary step
Limped in pure love: till he be first sufficed,
Oppressed with two
weak
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evils, age and hunger,
I will not touch a bit.
DUKE SENIOR
Go find him out.
And we will nothing
waste
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till you return.
ORLANDO
I thank ye, and be blest for your good comfort!
[
Exit
]
DUKE SENIOR
Thou see’st we are not all alone
unhappy
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:
This wide and universal theatre
Presents more woeful pageants than the scene
Wherein we play in.
JAQUES
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His
acts
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being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling
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and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of
strange
oaths and
bearded like the pard
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,
Jealous in
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honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good
capon
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lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise
saws
and
modern instances
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.
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered
pantaloon
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,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful
hose
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, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk
shank
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, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in
his
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sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful
history
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,
Is second childishness and
mere
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oblivion,
Enter Orlando, with Adam
DUKE SENIOR
Welcome. Set down your venerable burden,
And let him feed.
Sets down Adam
ORLANDO
I thank you most for him.
ADAM
So had you need.
I scarce can speak to thank you for myself.
DUKE SENIOR
Welcome,
fall to
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. I will not trouble you
As yet, to question you about your fortunes.—
Give us some music, and, good cousin, sing.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so
unkind
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As man’s ingratitude.
Thy tooth is not so
keen
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,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be
rude
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.
Heigh-ho, sing heigh-ho, unto the green holly.
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
The hey-ho, the holly.
This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky
That dost not bite so
nigh
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As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters
warp
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,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remembered not.
Hey-ho, sing, etc.
To Orlando
DUKE SENIOR
If that you were the good Sir Rowland’s son,
As you have whispered
faithfully
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you were,
And as mine eye doth his
effigies
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witness
Most truly
limned
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and living in your face,
Be truly welcome hither: I am the duke
That loved your father. The residue of your fortune,
Go to my cave and tell me. Good old man,
Thou art right welcome as thy master is.
Support him by the arm. Give me your hand,
And let me all your
fortunes
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understand.
Exeunt
running scene 8
Enter Duke
[
Frederick
]
, Lords and Oliver
DUKE FREDERICK
Not see
him
1
since? Sir, sir, that cannot be:
But were I not the
better
part
made
2
mercy,
I should not seek an absent
argument
3
Of my revenge, thou
present
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. But look to it:
Find out thy brother, wheresoe’er he is.
Seek him with candle. Bring him dead or living
Within this twelvemonth, or
turn
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thou no more
To seek a living in our territory.
Thy lands and all things that thou dost call thine
Worth
seizure
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do we seize into our hands,
Till thou canst
quit thee by thy brother’s mouth
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Of what we think against thee.
OLIVER
O, that your highness knew my heart in this!
I never loved my brother in my life.
DUKE FREDERICK
More villain thou. Well, push him out of doors,
And let my officers
of such a nature
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Make an extent upon
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his house and lands.
Do this
expediently
and
turn him going
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.
Exeunt
running scene 9
Enter Orlando
With a paper
ORLANDO
Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love:
And thou,
thrice-crownèd queen of night
2
, survey
With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above,
Thy huntress
’ name that my full life doth
sway
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.
O Rosalind! These trees shall be my books,
And in their barks my thoughts I’ll
character
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,
That every eye which in this forest looks
Shall see thy virtue witnessed everywhere.
Run, run, Orlando, carve on every tree
The fair, the chaste and
unexpressive
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she.
Exit
Enter Corin and Clown
[
Touchstone
]
CORIN
And how like you this shepherd’s life, Master
Touchstone?
TOUCHSTONE
Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life;
but in respect that it is a shepherd’s life, it is naught. In
respect that it is solitary, I like it very well; but in respect that
it is
private
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, it is a very vile life. Now in respect it is in the
fields, it pleaseth me well; but in respect it is not in the court,
it is tedious. As it is a
spare
life, look you, it fits my
humour
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well; but as there is no more
plenty
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in it, it goes much against
my
stomach
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. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd?
CORIN
No more but that I know the more one sickens the
worse at ease he is: and that he that
wants
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money, means
and content is without three good friends: that the property
of rain is to wet and fire to burn: that good pasture makes fat
sheep: and that a great cause of the night is lack of the sun:
that he that hath learned no wit by nature nor
art
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may
complain of
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good breeding or comes of a very dull kindred.
TOUCHSTONE
Such a one is a
natural
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philosopher. Wast ever in
court, shepherd?
CORIN
No, truly.
TOUCHSTONE
Then thou art damned.
CORIN
Nay, I
hope
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.
TOUCHSTONE
Truly thou art damned, like an
ill-roasted egg: all
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CORIN
For not being at court? Your reason.
TOUCHSTONE
Why, if thou never wast at court, thou never
saw’st good
manners
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. If thou never saw’st good manners,
then thy manners must be wicked, and wickedness is sin,
and sin is damnation. Thou art in a
parlous
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state, shepherd.
CORIN
Not a whit, Touchstone. Those that are good
manners at the court are as ridiculous in the country as the
behaviour of the country is most mockable at the court. You
told me you salute not at the court,
but you kiss
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your hands;
that courtesy would be uncleanly, if courtiers were shepherds.
TOUCHSTONE
Instance
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, briefly. Come, instance.
CORIN
Why, we are
still
handling our ewes, and their
fells
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,
you know are greasy.
TOUCHSTONE
Why, do not your courtier’s hands sweat? And is
not the
grease
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of a mutton as wholesome as the sweat of a
man? Shallow, shallow. A better instance, I say, come.
CORIN
Besides, our hands are hard.
TOUCHSTONE
Your lips will feel them the sooner. Shallow again.
A more sounder instance, come.
CORIN
And they are often
tarred over with the surgery of
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our sheep
, and would you have us kiss tar? The courtier’s
hands are perfumed with
civet
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.
TOUCHSTONE
Most shallow man! Thou
worms-meat
in
respect
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of
a good piece of flesh indeed. Learn of the wise, and
perpend
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: civet is of a baser birth than tar, the very uncleanly
flux
of a cat.
Mend
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the instance, shepherd.
CORIN
You have too courtly a wit for me. I’ll
rest
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.
TOUCHSTONE
Wilt thou rest damned? God help thee, shallow
man. God
make incision
in thee. Thou art
raw
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.
CORIN
Sir, I am a true labourer: I earn
that
I eat,
get
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that I
wear, owe no man hate, envy no man’s happiness, glad of
other men’s good,
content with my harm
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, and the greatest of
my pride is to see my ewes graze and my lambs suck.
TOUCHSTONE
That is another
simple
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sin in you: to bring the
ewes and the rams together and to
offer
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to get your living by
the copulation of
cattle
, to be
bawd
to a
bell-wether
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, and to
betray a she-lamb of a twelvemonth to a
crooked-pated
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, old,
cuckoldly
ram,
out of
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all reasonable match. If thou be’st not
damned for this, the devil himself will have no shepherds. I
cannot see else how thou shouldst scape.
CORIN
Here comes young Master Ganymede, my new
mistress’ brother.