As You Like It
Act 1, Scene 2
A lawn before the Duke’s palace.
- Enter Rosalind and Celia.
- I pray thee, Rosalind, sweet my coz, be merry.
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- 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 banish’d father, you must not learn me how to
- remember any extraordinary pleasure.
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- Herein I see thou lov’st me not with the full weight that I
- love thee. If my uncle, thy banish’d father, had banish’d
- 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 temper’d as mine is to thee.
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- Well, I will forget the condition of my estate, to rejoice
- in yours.
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- 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.
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- From henceforth I will, coz, and devise sports. Let me
- see—what think you of falling in love?
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- 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.
- What shall be our sport then?
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- Let us sit and mock the good huswife Fortune from her wheel,
- that her gifts may henceforth be bestow’d equally.
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- I would we could do so; for her benefits are mightily
- misplac’d, and the bountiful blind woman doth most mistake
- in her gifts to women.
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- ’Tis true, for those that she makes fair she scarce makes
- honest, and those that she makes honest she makes very
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- 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 Clown (Touchstone).
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- 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?
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- Indeed there is Fortune too hard for Nature, when Fortune
- makes Nature’s natural the cutter-off of Nature’s wit.
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- 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. How now, wit, whither wander you?
- Mistress, you must come away to your father.
- Were you made the messenger?
- No, by mine honor, but I was bid to come for you.
- Where learn’d you that oath, fool?
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- Of a certain knight, that swore by his honor they were good
- pancakes, and swore by his honor 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.
- How prove you that, in the great heap of your knowledge?
- Ay, marry, now unmuzzle your wisdom.
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- Stand you both forth now. Stroke your chins, and swear by
- your beards that I am a knave.
- By our beards (if we had them) thou art.
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- 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 honor, for he never had any; or if
- he had, he had sworn it away before ever he saw those
- pancakes or that mustard.
- Prithee, who is’t that thou mean’st?
- One that old Frederick, your father, loves.
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- My father’s love is enough to honor him enough. Speak no
- more of him, you’ll be whipt for taxation one of these days.
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- The more pity that fools may not speak wisely what wise men
- do foolishly.
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- By my troth, thou sayest true; for since the little wit that
- fools have was silenc’d, the little foolery that wise men
- have makes a great show. Here comes Monsieur Le Beau.
- Enter Le Beau.
- With his mouth full of news.
- Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young.
- Then shall we be news-cramm’d.
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- All the better; we shall be the more marketable. Bonjour,
- Monsieur Le Beau. What’s the news?
- Fair princess, you have lost much good sport.
- Sport! Of what color?
- What color, madam? How shall I answer you?
- As wit and fortune will.
- Or as the Destinies decrees.
- Well said—that was laid on with a trowel.
- Nay, if I keep not my rank—
- Thou losest thy old smell.
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- You amaze me, ladies. I would have told you of good
- wrestling, which you have lost the sight of.
- Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling.
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- 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.
- Well, the beginning, that is dead and buried.
- There comes an old man and his three sons—
- I could match this beginning with an old tale.
- Three proper young men, of excellent growth and presence.
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- With bills on their necks, “Be it known unto all men by
- these presents.”
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- 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 serv’d 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.
- But what is the sport, monsieur, that the ladies have lost?
- Why, this that I speak of.
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- Thus men may grow wiser every day. It is the first time that
- ever I heard breaking of ribs was sport for ladies.
- Or I, I promise thee.
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- 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?
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- You must if you stay here, for here is the place appointed
- for the wrestling, and they are ready to perform it.
- Yonder sure they are coming. Let us now stay and see it.
- Flourish. Enter Duke Frederick, Lords, Orlando, Charles, and
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- Come on. Since the youth will not be entreated, his own
- peril on his forwardness.
- Is yonder the man?
- Even he, madam.
- Alas, he is too young! Yet he looks successfully.
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- How now, daughter and cousin? Are you crept hither to see
- the wrestling?
- Ay, my liege, so please you give us leave.
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- 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.
- Call him hither, good Monsieur Le Beau.
- Do so; I’ll not be by.
- Monsieur the challenger, the princess calls for you.
- I attend them with all respect and duty.
- Young man, have you challeng’d Charles the wrestler?
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- No, fair princess; he is the general challenger. I come but
- in, as others do, to try with him the strength of my youth.
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- 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.
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- Do, young sir, your reputation shall not therefore be
- mispris’d. We will make it our suit to the Duke that the
- wrestling might not go forward.
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- 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
- foil’d, there is but one sham’d that was never gracious; if
- kill’d, 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 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
- The little strength that I have, I would it were with you.
- And mine, to eke out hers.
- Fare you well; pray heaven I be deceiv’d in you!
- Your heart’s desires be with you!
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- Come, where is this young gallant that is so desirous to lie
- with his mother earth?
- Ready, sir, but his will hath in it a more modest working.
- You shall try but one fall.
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- No, I warrant your Grace, you shall not entreat him to a
- second, that have so mightily persuaded him from a first.
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- You mean to mock me after; you should not have mock’d me
- before. But come your ways.
- Now Hercules be thy speed, young man!
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- I would I were invisible, to catch the strong fellow by the
- O excellent young man!
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- If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who should
- Charles is thrown. Shout.
- No more, no more.
- Yes, I beseech your Grace, I am not yet well breath’d.
- How dost thou, Charles?
- He cannot speak, my lord.
- Bear him away. What is thy name, young man?
- Orlando, my liege, the youngest son of Sir Rowland de Boys.
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- I would thou hadst been son to some man else:
- The world esteem’d thy father honorable,
- But I did find him still mine enemy.
- Thou shouldst 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.
- Exit Duke with Train and Le Beau.
- Were I my father, coz, would I do this?
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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 all promise,
- Your mistress shall be happy.
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- 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?
- Ay. Fare you well, fair gentleman.
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- 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.
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- 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.
- Will you go, coz?
- Have with you.—Fare you well.
- Exit with Celia.
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- What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue?
- I cannot speak to her, yet she urg’d conference.
- Enter Le Beau.
- O poor Orlando! Thou art overthrown,
- Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thee.
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- 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 misconsters all that you have done.
- The Duke is humorous— what he is indeed
- More suits you to conceive than I to speak of.
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- 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?
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- Neither his daughter, if we judge by manners,
- But yet indeed the smaller 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.
- 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.
- Hereafter, in a better world than this,
- I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.
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- 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!