As You Like It
Act IV, Scene 1
The Forest of Arden.
- Enter Rosalind and Celia and Jaques.
Jaques1 - 2
- I prithee, pretty youth, let me be better acquainted with
- They say you are a melancholy fellow.
- I am so; I do love it better than laughing.
Rosalind5 - 7
- Those that are in extremity of either are abominable
- fellows, and betray themselves to every modern censure worse
- than drunkards.
- Why, ’tis good to be sad and say nothing.
- Why then ’tis good to be a post.
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- I have neither the scholar’s melancholy, which is emulation;
- nor the musician’s, which is fantastical; nor the
- courtier’s, which is proud; nor the soldier’s, which is
- ambitious; nor the lawyer’s, which is politic; nor the
- lady’s, which is nice; nor the lover’s, which is all these:
- but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many
- simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry
- contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination
- wraps me in a most humorous sadness.
Rosalind19 - 22
- A traveler! By my faith, you have great reason to be sad. I
- fear you have sold your own lands to see other men’s; then
- to have seen much, and to have nothing, is to have rich eyes
- and poor hands.
- Yes, I have gain’d my experience.
- Enter Orlando.
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- And your experience makes you sad. I had rather have a fool
- to make me merry than experience to make me sad—and to
- travel for it too!
- Good day and happiness, dear Rosalind!
- Nay then God buy you, and you talk in blank verse.
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- Farewell, Monsieur Traveler: look you lisp and wear strange
- suits; disable all the benefits of your own country; be out
- of love with your nativity, and almost chide God for making
- you that countenance you are; or I will scarce think you
- have swam in a gundello.
- Exit Jaques.
- Why, how now, Orlando, where have you been all this while?
- You a lover! And you serve me such another trick, never come
- in my sight more.
- My fair Rosalind, I come within an hour of my promise.
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- Break an hour’s promise in love! He that will divide a
- minute into a thousand parts, and break but a part of the
- thousand part of a minute in the affairs of love, it may be
- said of him that Cupid hath clapp’d him o’ th’ shoulder, but
- I’ll warrant him heart-whole.
- Pardon me, dear Rosalind.
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- Nay, and you be so tardy, come no more in my sight. I had as
- lief be woo’d of a snail.
- Of a snail?
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- Ay, of a snail; for though he comes slowly, he carries his
- house on his head; a better jointure I think than you make a
- woman. Besides, he brings his destiny with him.
- What’s that?
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- Why, horns! Which such as you are fain to be beholding to
- your wives for. But he comes arm’d in his fortune, and
- prevents the slander of his wife.
- Virtue is no horn-maker; and my Rosalind is virtuous.
- And I am your Rosalind.
Celia56 - 57
- It pleases him to call you so; but he hath a Rosalind of a
- better leer than you.
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- Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in a holiday humor, and
- like enough to consent. What would you say to me now, and I
- were your very very Rosalind?
- I would kiss before I spoke.
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- Nay, you were better speak first, and when you were
- gravell’d for lack of matter, you might take occasion to
- kiss. Very good orators when they are out, they will spit,
- and for lovers lacking (God warn us!) matter, the cleanliest
- shift is to kiss.
- How if the kiss be denied?
- Then she puts you to entreaty, and there begins new matter.
- Who could be out, being before his belov’d mistress?
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- Marry, that should you if I were your mistress, or I should
- think my honesty ranker than my wit.
- What, of my suit?
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- Not out of your apparel, and yet out of your suit. Am not I
- your Rosalind?
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- I take some joy to say you are, because I would be talking
- of her.
- Well, in her person, I say I will not have you.
- Then in mine own person, I die.
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- No, faith, die by attorney. The poor world is almost six
- thousand years old, and in all this time there was not any
- man died in his own person, videlicet, in a love-cause.
- Troilus had his brains dash’d out with a Grecian club, yet
- he did what he could to die before, and he is one of the
- patterns of love. Leander, he would have liv’d many a fair
- year though Hero had turn’d nun, if it had not been for a
- hot midsummer night; for, good youth, he went but forth to
- wash him in the Hellespont, and being taken with the cramp
- was drown’d; and the foolish chroniclers of that age found
- it was—Hero of Sestos. But these are all lies: men have died
- from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for
Orlando92 - 93
- I would not have my right Rosalind of this mind, for I
- protest her frown might kill me.
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- By this hand, it will not kill a fly. But come, now I will
- be your Rosalind in a more coming-on disposition; and ask me
- what you will, I will grant it.
- Then love me, Rosalind.
- Yes, faith, will I, Fridays and Saturdays and all.
- And wilt thou have me?
- Ay, and twenty such.
- What sayest thou?
- Are you not good?
- I hope so.
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- Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing? Come,
- sister, you shall be the priest, and marry us. Give me your
- hand, Orlando. What do you say, sister?
- Pray thee marry us.
- I cannot say the words.
- You must begin, “Will you, Orlando”—
- Go to! Will you, Orlando, have to wife this Rosalind?
- I will.
- Ay, but when?
- Why, now, as fast as she can marry us.
- Then you must say, “I take thee, Rosalind, for wife.”
- I take thee, Rosalind, for wife.
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- I might ask you for your commission, but I do take thee,
- Orlando, for my husband. There’s a girl goes before the
- priest, and certainly a woman’s thought runs before her
- So do all thoughts, they are wing’d.
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- Now tell me how long you would have her after you have
- possess’d her.
- Forever and a day.
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- Say “a day,” without the “ever.” No, no, Orlando, men are
- April when they woo, December when they wed; maids are May
- when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are
- wives. I will be more jealous of thee than a Barbary
- cock-pigeon over his hen, more clamorous than a parrot
- against rain, more new-fangled than an ape, more giddy in my
- desires than a monkey. I will weep for nothing, like Diana
- in the fountain, and I will do that when you are dispos’d to
- be merry. I will laugh like a hyen, and that when thou art
- inclin’d to sleep.
- But will my Rosalind do so?
- By my life, she will do as I do.
- O, but she is wise.
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- Or else she could not have the wit to do this; the wiser,
- the waywarder. Make the doors upon a woman’s wit, and it
- will out at the casement; shut that, and ’twill out at the
- key-hole; stop that, ’twill fly with the smoke out at the
Orlando142 - 143
- A man that had a wife with such a wit, he might say, “Wit,
- whither wilt?”
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- Nay, you might keep that check for it, till you met your
- wive’s wit going to your neighbor’s bed.
- And what wit could wit have to excuse that?
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- Marry, to say she came to seek you there. You shall never
- take her without her answer, unless you take her without her
- tongue. O, that woman that cannot make her fault her
- husband’s occasion, let her never nurse her child herself,
- for she will breed it like a fool!
- For these two hours, Rosalind, I will leave thee.
- Alas, dear love, I cannot lack thee two hours!
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- I must attend the Duke at dinner. By two a’ clock I will be
- with thee again.
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- Ay, go your ways, go your ways; I knew what you would prove;
- my friends told me as much, and I thought no less. That
- flattering tongue of yours won me. ’Tis but one cast away,
- and so come death! Two a’ clock is your hour?
- Ay, sweet Rosalind.
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- By my troth, and in good earnest, and so God mend me, and by
- all pretty oaths that are not dangerous, if you break one
- jot of your promise, or come one minute behind your hour, I
- will think you the most pathetical break-promise, and the
- most hollow lover, and the most unworthy of her you call
- Rosalind, that may be chosen out of the gross band of the
- unfaithful; therefore beware my censure, and keep your
Orlando169 - 170
- With no less religion than if thou wert indeed my Rosalind;
- so adieu.
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- Well, Time is the old justice that examines all such
- offenders, and let Time try. Adieu.
- Exit Orlando.
Celia173 - 175
- You have simply misus’d our sex in your love-prate. We must
- have your doublet and hose pluck’d over your head, and show
- the world what the bird hath done to her own nest.
Rosalind176 - 179
- O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that thou didst know
- how many fathom deep I am in love! But it cannot be sounded;
- my affection hath an unknown bottom, like the bay of
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- Or rather, bottomless—that as fast as you pour affection in,
- it runs out.
Rosalind182 - 187
- No, that same wicked bastard of Venus that was begot of
- thought, conceiv’d of spleen, and born of madness, that
- blind rascally boy that abuses every one’s eyes because his
- own are out, let him be judge how deep I am in love. I’ll
- tell thee, Aliena, I cannot be out of the sight of Orlando.
- I’ll go find a shadow, and sigh till he come.
- And I’ll sleep.