All language subtitles for NTLive As You Like it Part One dir by Polly Findlay The Play ENG SWE Sub LEV

As I remember. my father in this fashion
bequeathed me by will merely a thousand crowns.

And charged my brother on his deathbed to breed me well

And there begins my sadness

My brother Jaques he keeps at school.
and report speaks goldenly of his profit

For my part, he keeps me here in poverty 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 from their feeding,

they are taught and trained,
and to that end riders dearly hired

But l. 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 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.
dulls my gentility and 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 servitude

I will no longer endure it...
though yet I know no wise remedy how to avoid it

Yonder comes my master, your brother

Go apart, Adam,
and thou shalt hear how he will shake me up

Now, sir, what make you here?
- Nothing: I am not taught to make anything

What mar you then, sir?

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

Many, sir, be better employed, and be naught awhile

Shall I keep your hogs and eat husks with them?

What prodigal portion have I spent
that I should come to such penury?

Know you where you are, sir?
- O, sir, very well: here in your orchard

Know you before whom, sir?
- Ay, better than him I am before knows me

I know you are my eldest brother. and.
In the gentle condition of blood. you should so know me

The courtesy of nations allows you my better,
in that you are the first-born,

but that same tradition takes not away my blood

Were there twenty brothers betwixt us.
I have as much of my father in me as you

What, boy!
- Come, come, elder brother, you are too young in this

Wilt thou lay hands on me. villain?

I am no villain: I am the youngest son
of Sir Rowland de Bois. 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 hast railed on thyself

Sweet masters. be patient:
for your father's remembrance. be at accord

Let me go, I say
- I will not, till I please: you shall hear me

My 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 this

Therefore allow me such exercises
as may become a gentleman.

Or give me the poor allottery my father left me
by testament. With that I will go buy my fortunes

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

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

Get you with him. you old dog

Is 'old dog' my reward?
Most hue, I have lost my teeth in his service

God be with my old master.
he would not have spoke such a word

Is it even so? Begin you to grow upon me?

I will physio your rankness.
and yet give you no thousand crowns neither

Holla. Dennis!
- Calls your worship?

Was not Charles. the duke's wrestler.
here to speak with me?

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

Twill be a good way, and tomorrow the wrestling is

Good morrow to your worship
- Good Monsieur Charles!

You wrestle tomorrow before the new duke?

Marry. do l. 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 against me to try a fall

Tomorrow. sir. I wrestle for my credit.

And he that escapes me without some broken 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 hitherto acquaint you withal.

That either you might stay him from his intendment.
or suffer such disgrace as he shall run into.

In that it is a thing of his own search
and altogether against my will

Charles. I thank thee for thy love to me.
which thou shalt find I will most kindly requite

I'll tell thee. Charles.
Orlando is the stubbornest young fellow of France.

Full of ambition.
an envious emulator of every man's good parts.

A secret and villainous contriver
against me his natural brother

Therefore use thy discretion.
I had as lief thou didst break his neck as his finger

And thou wen best look to't:
for if thou dost him any slight disgrace,

he will practise against thee by poison.
entrap thee by some treacherous device.

And never leave thee till he hath taken thy life
by some indirect means or other

For I assure thee.
and almost with tears I speak it:

there is not one so young and so villainous
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

I am heartily glad I came hither to you.
If he come tomorrow. I'll give him his payment

if ever he walk alone again.
I'll never wrestle for prize more

And so God keep your worship
- Farewell. good Charles

Now will 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 people. who best mow him.

That I am altogether misprised

But it shall not be so long:
this wrestler shall clear all

I pray thee, Rosalind, sweet my coz, be merry

Dear Celia, I show more mirth than I am mistress of,
and would you yet I were merrier?

Unless you could team me to forget a banished father,

you must not learn me how to remember
any extraordinary pleasure

Herein I see thou lowest 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

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

You know my father hath no mild 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 by force.
I will render thee again in affection

By mine honour, I will,
and when I break that oath, let me tum monster

Therefore, my sweet Ros, my dear Ros, be merry

From henceforth I will, coz, and devise sports

Let me see. what think you of falling in love?

Many, 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

What shall be our sport, then?

Mistress!
- How now. wit? Whither wander you?

You must come away to your father
- Were you made the messenger?

No, by mine honour, but I was bid to come for you

Where learned you that oath. fool?

Of a certain knight who 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

How prove you that, in the great heap of your knowledge?
- Ay, many, now unmuzzle your wisdom

Stroke your chins...

...and swear by your beards that I am a knave

By our beards, if we had them, thou an

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 might 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

Prithee. who is it that thou meanest?
- One that old Frederick. your father. loves

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

The more pity that fools may not speak wisely
what wise men do foolishly

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
- With his mouth full of news

Bonjour, Monsieur Le Beau, what's the news?

Fair princess, you have lost mum good sport
- Sport'! Of what colour?

What colour, madam? How shall I answer you?

As wit and fortune will
- Or as the destinies decree

Well said. that was laid on with a trowel

You amaze me, ladies. I would have told you
of good wrestling, whim you have lost sight of

Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling

I will tell you the beginning,
and if it please your ladyships, you will 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: three
proper young men, of excellent growth and presence

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
- Alas!

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

Why, this that I speak of

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

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?

You must if you stay here.

For here is the place appointed for the wrestling.
and they are ready to perform it

Since the youth will not be entreated,
his own peril on his forwardness

ls yonder the man?
- Even he. madam

Alas. he is too young. yet he looks successfully

How now. daughter and cousin!
Are you crept hither to see the wrestling?

Ay, my liege, so please you give us leave

You will take little delight in it. I can tell you.
there are such odds for my man

In pity of the challenger's youth.
I would dissuade him. but he will not be entreated

Speak to him, ladies, see if you can move him

Young man...

Have you challenged Charles the wrestler?

I come but in as others do.
to try with him the strength of my youth

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 mew 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

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

I beseech you. punish me not with your hard thoughts.

Wherein I confess me much guilty.
to deny so fair and excellent ladies anything

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 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

The little strength I have. I would it were with you

And mine, to eke out hers

Fare you well: pray heaven I be deceived in you
- Your heart's desires be with you

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

No, I warrant your grace
you shall not entreat him to a second,

that have so mightily persuaded him from a first

You mean to mock me after.
you should not have mocked me before

But come thy ways
- Now Hercules be thy speed. young man!

I would I were invisible,
to catch the strong fellow by the leg

Yes. I beseech your grace: I am not yet well breathed

What is thy name, young man?

Orlando, my liege,
the youngest son of Sir Rowland de Bois

I would thou hadst been son to some man else

The world esteemed 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 an a gallant youth

I would thou hadst told me of another father

Were I my father, coz, would I do this?

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

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

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
But justly. as you have exceeded all promise.

Your mistress shall be happy

Gentleman, 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

Can I not say, I thank you? My better parts
Are all thrown down,

and that which here stands up
ls but a puppet. a mere lifeless block

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

What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue?
I cannot speak to her. yet she urged conference

O poor Orlando, thou art overthrown!
Not Charles but something weaker masters thee

Good sir, I do in friendship counsel you
To leave this place

Albeit you have deserved
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

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?

Neitlher his daughter, if we judge by manners:
But yet indeed the smaller is his daughter

The other is daughter to the banished duke.

And here detained 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

I rest mum bounden to you. Fare you well

Now must I from the smoke into the smother,
From tyrant duke unto a tyrant brother

But heavenly Rosalind!

Why, cousin? Why, Rosalind?

Cupid have mercy, not a word?
- Not one to throw at a dog

No. thy words are too precious
to be cast away upon curs: throw some of them at me

Come. lame me with reasons

Then there were two cousins laid up. when the one should
be lamed with reasons and the other mad without any

But is all this for your father?

No. some of it is for my child's father.
0. how full of briars is this working-day world!

Come. come. wrestle with thy affections
- 0. they take the part of a better wrestler than myself

But is it possible, on sum a sudden,
you should fall into so strong a liking...

...with old Sir Rowland's youngest son?

The duke my father loved his father dearly

Doth it therefore ensue
that you should love his son dearly?

By this kind of chase. I should hate him. for my father
hated his father dearly: yet I hate not Orlando

No. faith. hate him not. for my sake
- Why should I not? Doth he not deserve well?

Let me love him for that.
and do you love him because I do

Look, here comes the duke

Mistress. dispatch you with your safest haste
And get you from our court

Me. uncle?
- You. cousin

Within these ten days if that thou be'st found
So near our public court as twenty miles,

Thou diest fork

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 -
As I do trust I am not - then. dear uncle.

Never so much as in a thought unborn
Did I offend your highness

Thus do all traitors

if their purgation did consist in words.
They are as innocent as grace itself

Let 't suffice thee that I trust thee not

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

Thou art thy father's daughter. there's enough

So was I when your highness took his dukedom,
So was I when your highness banished 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
To think my poverty is treacherous

Dear sovereign, hear me speak

Ay. Celia. we stayed her for your sake.
Else had she with her father ranged along

I did not then entreat to have her stay:
it was your pleasure and your own remorse

But now I mow her: if she be a traitor.
Why so am I

We have slept together.
Rose at an instant. learned. played. ate together.

And wheresoever we went, like Juno's swans,
Still we went coupled and inseparable

She is too subtle for thee: and her smoothness.
Her very silence and her patience.

Speak to the people. and they pity her.
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 passed upon her: she is banished

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

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

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

I have more cause
- Thou hast not, cousin

Prithee. be cheerful: know'st thou not the duke
Hath banished me. his daughter?

That he hath not

No. hath not? Rosalind lacks then the love
Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one

Shall we be sundered? Shall we part, sweet girl?
No, let my father seek another heir

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.
Say what thou canst. I'll go along with thee

Why. whither shall we go?

To seek my uncle in the forest of Arden

Alas, what danger will it be to us,
Maids as we are, to travel forth so far!

Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold

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

Were it not better,
Because that I am more than common tall,

That I did suit me all points like a man?

Dressed in boyish hose and shirt and boots,

A boar-spear in my hand, and - in my heart
Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will -

We'll have a swashing and a martial outside,

As many other mannish cowards have
That do outface it with their semblances

What shall I call thee when thou an a man?

I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own page,
And therefore look you call me Ganymede

But what will you be (railed?

Something that hath a reference to my state:
No longer Celia, but Aliena

But. cousin. what if we assayed to steal
The clownish fool out of your father's court?

Would he not be a comfort to our travel?

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.

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

Who's there?
- What, my young master? O, my gentle master!

O my sweet master! O you memory
Of old Sir Rowland! Why, what make you here?

Why are you virtuous? Why do people love you?
And wherefore are you gentle, strong and valiant'!

Why would you be so fond to overcome
The strongest champion of the humorous duke?

Your praise is come too swiftly home before you

Know you not, master, to some kind of men
Their graces serve them but as enemies?

No more do yours: your virtues. gentle master.
Are sanctified and holy traitors to you

O, what a world is this, when what is comely
Envenoms him that bears 't!

Why, what's the matter?

O, unhappy youth.
Go not within those doors!

Within that roof
The enemy of all your graces lives:

Your brother - no. no brother. yet the son -

Yet not the son. I will not call him son -
Of him I was about to call his father -

Hath heard your praises, and this night he means
To bum the lodging where you use to lie,

And you within it. if he fail of that.
He will have other means to wt you off:

I overheard him and his practices

That is no place. that house is but a butchery:
Abhor it. fear it. do not enter it

Why. whither. Adam. wouldst thou have me go?
- No matter whither. so you go not there

What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my food?

Or with a base and boist'rous sword enforce
A thievish living on the common road?

This I must do. or mow not what to do:
Yet this I will not do. do how I can

I rather will subject me to the malice
Of a diverted blood and bloody brother

But do not so. I have five hundred crowns.
The thrifty hire I saved under your father.

Which I did store to be my foster-nurse...

...When service should in my old limbs lie lame
And unregarded age in comers thrown

Take that. and he that doth the ravens feed.
Yea. providently caters for the sparrow.

Be comfort to my age. Here is the gold.
All this I give you

Let me be your servant

Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty:

For in my youth I never did apply
Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood,

Nor did I with unbashful forehead woo
The means of weakness and debility

Therefore my age is as a lusty winter.
Frosty. but kindly. Let me go with you

I'll do the service of a younger man
In all your business and necessities

O good old man, how well in thee appears
The constant service of the antique world,

When service sweat for duty, not for gold

Thou art not for the fashion of these times,
Where none will sweat but for promotion,

And having that. do choke their service up
Even with the having: it is not so with thee

But, poor old man, thou prun'st a rotten tree,

That cannot so mum as a blossom yield
In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry

But come thy ways, we'll go along together

And ere we have thy youthful wages spent,
We'll light upon some settled low content

Master. go on. and I will follow thee
To the last gasp with truth and loyalty

From seventeen years till now almost fourscore
Here lived I, but now live here no more

At seventeen years many their fortunes seek,
But at fourscore it is too late a week

Yet fortune cannot recompense me better
Than to die well and not my master's debtor

Can it be possible that no man saw them?

It cannot be: some villains of my court
Are of consent and sufferance in this

I cannot hear of any that did see her

The ladies. her attendants of her chamber.
Saw her abed.

And in the morning early
They found the bed untreasured of their mistress

My lord, the mangy down, at whom so oft
Your grace was wont to laugh, is also missing

Hisperia. the Princess's gentlewoman.
Confesses that she secretly p'erheard...

...Your daughter and her cousin much commend
The parts and graces of the wrestler...

...That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles

And I believe. wherever they are gone.
That youth is surely in their company

Go. take some men and search his lodgings straight.
If he be absent. bring his brother to me

I'll make him find him. Do this suddenly

And let not search and inquisition quail
To bring again these foolish runaways

Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile,

Hath not old custom made this life more sweet
Than that of painted pomp?

Are not these woods
More free from peril than the envious court?

Here feel we not the penalty of Adam.
The seasons' difference.

As the icy fang
And churlish chiding of the winter's wind.

Which, when it bites and blows upon my body.
Even till I shrink with cold. I smile and say:

This is no flattery: these are counsellors
That feelingly persuade me what I am'

Sweet are the uses of adversity:
And this our life exempt from public haunt...

...Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything

I would not mange it. Happy is your grace.

That can translate the stubbornness of fortune
Into so quiet and so sweet a style

Come, shall we go and kill us venison?

And yet it irks me. the poor dappled fools.
Being natives of this desert city.

Should in their own confines be hunted down

Indeed. my lord.
The melancholy Jaques grieves at that.

And in that kind swears you do more usurp
Than doth your brother that hath banished you

Today my Lord of Orleans and myself
Did steal behind him as he lay along...

...Under an oak whose antique root peeps out
Upon the brook that brawls along this wood:

To the which place a poor sequestered stag.
That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt.

Did come to languish, weeping is last breath

But what said Jaques?
Did he not moralize this spectacle?

O, yes, into a thousand similes.
First, for his weeping into the flowing stream:

'Poor deer'. quoth he. 'thou mak'st a testament
As worldlings do.'

'giving thy sum of more
To that whim had too mum'

Anon a careless herd. full of the pasture.
Jumps along by him and never stays to greet him

'Ay'. quoth Jaques.
'Sweep on. you fat and greasy citizens'

' 'Tis just the fashion: wherefore do you look
Upon this poor and broken bankrupt here?'

Thus most invectively he pierceth through
The body of country. city. court.

Yea, and of this our life, swearing that we
Are mere usurpers, tyrants, and what's worse,

To flight the animals and to kill them up
In their assigned and native dwelling-place

And did you leave him in this contemplation?

We did, my lord, weeping and commenting
Upon the sobbing deer

Show me the place. I love to see him
in these sullen fits. for then he's full of matter

I'll bring you to him straight

O Jupiter. how weary are my spirits!

I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary

I could find in my heart
to disgrace my man's apparel and cry like a woman.

But I must comfort the weaker vessel. as doublet
and hose ought to show itself courageous to petticoat

Therefore courage. Aliena!
- I pray you. bear with me. I cannot go no further

For my part. I had rather bear with you than bear you

Yet I should bear no moss if I did bear you,
for I think you have no money in your purse

Well, this is the Forest of Arden

Ay, now am I in Arden, the more fool I

When I was at home, I was in a better place,
but travellers must be content

Ay. be so. good Touchstone

Look you, who comes here:
a young man and an old in solemn talk

That is the way to make her scorn you still

0 Corin. that thou knew'st how I do love her!

I partly guess. for I have loved ere now

No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess,

Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover
As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow

But if thy love were ever like to mine -
As sure I think did never man love so -

How many actions most ridiculous
Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?

Into a thousand that I have forgotten
- O, thou didst then never love so heartily

If thou rememb'rest not the slightest folly
That ever love did make thee run into,

Thou hast not loved

Or if thou hast not sat as I do now,
Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress' praise,

Thou hast not loved

Or if hou hast not broke from company
Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,

Thou hast not loved. O Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe!

Alas. poor shepherd! Searching of thy wound.
I have by hard adventure found mine own

And I mine. I remember
when I was in love with Jane Smile

And I remember the kissing of her washboard
and the cow's dugs her pretty chopped hands had milked

And I remember the wooing of a peaspod instead of her.

From whom I took two peas and. giving her them again.
said with weeping tears. Wear these for my sake'

We that are true lovers run into strange capers:

but as all is mortal in nature,
all nature in love is mortal in folly

Thou speakest wiser than thou art ware of

Nay, I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wk
till I break my shins against it

Jove, Jove! This shepherd's passion
ls mum upon my fashion

I pray you one of you question yond man
If he for gold will give us any food

I faint almost to death

Holla, you!
- Peace, fool, he's not thy kinsman

Clown!
- Who calls?

Your betters. sir
- Else are they very wretched

Peace, I say

Good even to you, friend
- And to you, gentle sir, and to you all

I prithee, shepherd, if that love or gold
Can in this desert place buy entertainment,

Bring us where we may rest ourselves and feed

Here's a young maid with travel much oppressed
And faints for succour

Fair sir. I pity her.

And wish, for her sake more than for mine own,
My fortunes were more able to relieve her

But I am shepherd to another man
And do not shear the fleeces that I graze

My master is of churlish disposition.

And little cares to find the gates of heaven
By doing deeds of hospitality

Besides. his cottage. flock. and bounds of feed
Are now on sale.

And at my own house now, by reason of his absence,
There is nothing that you will feed on

But what is, come see,
And in my voice most welcome shall you be

What is he that shall buy his flock and pasture?

That young swain that you saw here but erewhile.
That little cares for buying anything

I pray thee, if it stand with honesty.
Buy thou the cottage. pasture and the flock.

And thou shalt have to pay for it of us

And we will mend thy wages. I like this place,
And willingly could waste my time in it

Assuredly the thing is to be sold

Go with me: and if you like upon report
The soil. the profit and this kind of life.

I will your very faithful herdsman be
And buy it with your gold right suddenly

My gentle Phoebe. use me kindly

It hurts not you that you are loved by me

I like thee not. therefore pursue me not.
Hence. get thee gone and follow me no more

Phoebe!

Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me.

And tum his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat,

Come hither, come hither, come hither

Here shall he see no enemy
But winter and rough weather

Come hither, come hither, come hither'

Here shall he see no enemy
But winter and rough weather

More! More, I prithee, more

it will make you melancholy. Monsieur Jaques

I thank it. More, I prithee, more

I can suck melancholy out of a song
As a weasel sucks eggs. More. I prithee. more

My voice is ragged. I know I cannot please you

I do not desire you to please me,
I do desire you to sing

Come. more: another stanzo - call you 'em stanzas?
- What you will. Monsieur Jaques

Nay. I care not for their names:
they owe me nothing. Will you sing?

More at your request than to please myself

Well then, if ever I thank any man. I'll thank you.
Come. sing: and you that will not. hold your tongues

Well, we'll end the song

Sirs. the duke will drink under this tree.
He hath been all this day to look you

And I have been all this day to avoid him.
He is too disputable for my company

I think of as many matters as he,
but I give heaven thanks, and make no boast of them

Come, warble, come

Who doth ambition shun
And loves to live i'th'sun,

Seeking the food he eats
And pleased with what he gets,

Come hither, come hither, come hither.

Here shall he see no enemy
But winter and rough weather

Come hither, come hither, come hither.

Here shall he see no enemy
But winter and rough weather

I'll give you a verse to this note.
that I made yesterday in spite of my poor invention

And I'll sing it
- Thus it goes:

If it do come to pass
That any man turn ass,

Leaving his wealth and ease,
A stubborn will to please,

Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame

Here shall he see gloss fools as he
An if he will come to...

... to me

What's that 'duodame'?

'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle

I'll go sleep, if I can. If I cannot,
I'll rail against all the first-born of Egypt

And I'll go seek the duke

A fool, a fool!

Audrey! Audrey! Sweet Audrey!

God ye good even. William
- Good even. Audrey

God hath blessed you with a good name. Audrey

'Tis a gift of fortune.
I give God thanks and make no boast of it

How goes it with your goats. Audrey?
- They are the sweetest goats that ever grazed

As sweet as the hand that tends them

Which hand?
- This hand I mean

God ye good even. William
- Good even. Audrey

Dear master, I can go no further

O, I die for food! Here lie I down.
And measure out my grave. Farewell. kind master

Why. how now. Adam? No greater heart in thee?
Live a little. comfort a little. cheer thyself a little

if this uncouth forest yield anything savage. I will
either be food for it or bring it for food to thee

Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers

For my sake be comfortable.
hold death awhile at the arm's end

I will be witlh thee presently, and ill bring thee not
something to eat, I will give thee leave to die

But if thou diest before I come.
thou art a mocker of my labour

Well said! Thou look'st cheerly.
and I'll be with thee quickly

Yet thou liest in the bleak air: come...
I shall bear thee to some shelter

And thou shalt not die for lad! of a dinner,
if there live anything in this desert

Cheerly, good Adam!

Sweet Phoebe. pity me

Why. I am sorry for thee. gentle Silvius

Wherever sorrow is, relief would be.
If you do sorrow at my grief in love,

By giving love, your sorrow and my grief
Were both extermined

Thou hast my love. ls not that neighbourly?

I would have you
- Why, that were covetousness! Leave me be!

Phoebe!

I think he be transformed into a beast,
For I can nowhere find him like a man

My lord, he is but even now gone hence:
Here was he merry, hearing of a song

if this divided soul grow musical.
We shall have shortly discord in the spheres

Go. seek him: tell him I would speak with him

He saves my labour by his own approach

Why, how now, monsieur! What a life is this,
That your poor friends must woo your company?

What, you look merrily

A fool, a fool! I meta fool i'th'forest

A motley fool - a miserable world!
As I do live by food. I met a fool

'Good morrow, fool', quoth I. 'No, sir,' quoth he,
'Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune'

And then he drew a watch from his pouch.
And looking on it with lack-lustre eye.

Says very wisely, 'It is ten o'clock.
Thus may we see', quoth he, 'how the world wags?

“Tis but an hour ago since it was nine.
And after one hour more 'twill be eleven'

'And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe,
And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot'

'And thereby hangs a tale'

When I did hear
The motley fool thus moral on the time,

My lungs began to crow like chanticleer.
That fools should be so deep contemplative.

And I did laugh sans intermission
An hour by his dial

What fool is this?

One that hath been a courtier,

And says, if ladies be but young and fair.
They have the gift to mow it

0. that I were a fool!
I am ambitious for a motley coat

Thou shalt have one

it is my only suit.

Provided that you weed your better judgments
Of all opinion that grows rank in them...

...That I am wise

I must have liberty withal.
as large a charter as the wind.

To blow on whom I please, for so fools have

Invest me in my motley, give me leave
To speak my mind,

and I will through and through
Cleanse the foul body of th'iinfected world,

if they will patiently receive my medicine

Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst do

Why. what would I do but good?
- Most mischievous foul sin. in chiding sin

For thou thyself hast been a libertine.
As sensual as the brutish sting itself

And all th'embossèd sores and headed evils
That thou with license of free foot hast caught...

...Wouldst thou disgorge into the general world

Why. he that exposes pride.
Therein accuses every private party

Doth pride not flow as hugely as the sea?

There then! How then? What then?...
But who comes here?

Forbear, and eat no more
- Why, I have eat none yet

Nor shalt not. till necessity be served

Of what kind should this cod! come of?

Art thou thus boldened, man, by thy distress,

Or else a rude despiser of good manners.
That in civility thou seem'st so empty?

You touched my vein at first

The thorny point of bare distress
hath ta'en from me the show of smooth civility

Yet I am not ill-bred. and mow some nurture.
But forbear. I say

He dies that touches any of this fruit
Till I and my affairs are answerèd

If you will not be answerèd with reason. I must die

What would you have? Your gentleness shall force
More than your force move us to gentleness

I almost die for food: and let me have it

Sit down and feed. and welcome to our table

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
Of stem commandment. But whate'er you are...

...That in this desert inaccessible.
Under the shade of melancholy boughs.

Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time.

If ever you have looked on better days.
If ever been where bells have knolled to church.

If ever sat at any good man's feast,

If ever from your eyelids wiped a tear
And mow what 'tis to pity and be pitied.

Let gentleness my strong enforcement be:
In the which hope I blush. and hide my sword

True it is 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 what help we have
That to your wanting may be ministered

Then but forbear your food a little while.

Whiles, like a doe, I go to find my fawn
And give Mood

There is an old poor man.
Oppressed with two weak evils. age and hunger.

Who after me hath many a weary step
Limped in pure love

Till he be first sufficed. I will not touch a bit

Go find him out,
And we will nothing waste till you return

I thank ye, and be blest for your good comfort!

Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy:
This wide and universal theatre...

...Presents more woeful pageants than the scene
Wherein we play in

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 ads being seven ages

At first the infant,
Mewling 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,

witlh a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow

Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,

Jealous in honour, sudden and quid! in quarrel,

Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth

And then the justice.
In fair round belly with good capon lined.

With eyes severe and beard of formal cut.
Full of wise saws and modern instances:

And so he plays his part

The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon.

With spectacles on nose and pouch on side.

His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank,

and his big manly voice.
Turning again toward childish treble.

Pipes and whistles in his sound

Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,

Is second childishness and mere oblivion.

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything

Welcome. Set down your venerable burden.
And let him feed

I thank you most for him

So had you need.
I scarce can speak to thank you for myself

Welcome, fall to.
Give us some music, and, good cousin, sing

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,

Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude

Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,

Although thy breath be rude

Hfligh-ho, sing heigh-ho unto the green holly

Heigh-ho, heigh-ho,
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly

Then heigh-ho, heigh-ho the holly

Heigh-ho, heigh-ho,
This life is most jolly

Freeze freeze, thou bitter sky,

That dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot

Though thou the waters warp,

Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remembered not

Heigh-ho, sing heigh-ho unto the green holly

Heigh-ho, heigh-ho,
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly

Then heigh-ho, heigh-ho the holly

Heigh-ho, heigh-ho,
This life is most jolly

if that you are the good Sir Rowland's son.
As you have whispered faithfully you were.

Be truly welcome hither: I am the duke
That loved your father

The residue of your fortune.
Come to my cave and tell me

Good old man,
Thou an right welcome as thy master is

Support him by the arm. Give me your hand.
And let me all your fortunes understand

Not seen him since? Sir, sir, that cannot be:

Find out thy brother. wheresoe'er he is

Bring him dead or living
Within this twelvemonth.

Or return no more
To seek a living in our territory

Thy lands and all things that thou dost call thine
Worth seizure do we seize into our hands.

Till thou canst quit thee by Orlando's mouth
Of what we think against thee

O, that your highness knew my heart in this!
I never loved my brother in my life

More villain thou. We'll keep you out of doors

Lay claim to his house. his goods and lands.
Do this expediently and turn him going

Hang there. my verse. in witness of my love

O Rosalind! These trees shall be my books.
And in their barks my thoughts I'll character.

That every eye that in this forest looks
Shall see thy virtue witnessed everywhere

Run, run, Orlando, carve on every tree
The fair, the (haste and unexpressive she

And how like you this shepherd's life.
Master 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. 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

Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd?

No more but that the more one sickens
the worse at ease he is

And that he that wants money, means and content
is without three good friends

That the property of rain is to wet and fire to bum:
that good pasture makes fat sheep:

and that a great cause of the night is lad! of the sun

That he that hath learned no wit by nature nor art...

...may complain of good breeding
or comes of a very dull kindred

Such a one is a natural philosopher.
Wast ever at court. shepherd?

No. truly
- Then thou art damned

Nay, I hope

Truly thou an damned, like an ill-roasted egg:
all on one side

For not being at court'! Your reason

Why, if thou never wast at court,
thou never saw'st good manners

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 state. shepherd

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 your hands

That courtesy would be uncleanly.
if courtiers were shepherds

Instance, briefly. Come, instance

Why, we are still handling our ewes,
and their fleece, you know, is greasy

Why, do not your courtier's hands sweat? And is not the
grease of a mutton as wholesome as the sweat of a man?

Shallow, shallow. A better instance, I say: come

Besides, our hands are hard

Your lips will feel them the sooner. Shallow again.
A more sounder instance: come

And they are often blacked and tarred with dirt.
and would you have us kiss tar?

The courtier's hands are perfumed

Most shallow man! Learn of the wise. and perpend:

that perfume is of a baser birth than tar.
being made from the very uncleanly arse of a cat

Mend the instance, shepherd

You have too courtly a wk for me. I'll rest

Wilt thou rest damned? God help thee. shallow man!
God make incision in thee! Thou art raw

Sir. I am a true labourer:
I earn that I eat. get that I wear.

Owe no man hatred. envy no man's happiness.
glad of other men's good. content with my harm.

And the greatest of my pride
is to see my ewes graze and my lambs suck

That is another simple sin in you:
to bring the ewes and the rams together,

and to offer to get your living
by the copulation of cattle

To play cupid with farm animals.

And to betray a she-lamb of a twelvemonth
to a crooked-pelted, old, cuckoldly ram...

...out of 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

Here comes young Master Ganymede,
my new mistress's brother

'From the east to western Ind.
No jewel is like Rosalind'

'Her worth, being mounted on the wind,
Through all the world bears Rosalind'

'Let no face be kept in mind
But the fair of Rosalind'

I'll rhyme you so eight years together,
dinners and suppers and sleeping-hours excepted

Out, fool!

For a taste: If a hart do lad! a hind,
Let him seek out Rosalind

Winter garments must be lined.
So must slender Rosalind

He that sweetest rose will find
Must find love's prick and Rosalind

This is the very false gallop of verses.
Why do you infect yourself with them?

Peace, you dull fool! I found them on a tree

Truly the tree yields bad huh
- Peace! Here comes my sister

How now? Back. friends!
Shepherd. go off a little. Go with him. sirrah

Come, shepherd, let us make an honourable retreat

Didst thou hear these verses?
- O, yes, I heard them all, and more too

But didst thou hear without wondering how thy name
should be hanged and carved upon these trees?

I was seven of the nine days out of the wonder
before you came,

for look here what I found on a palm-tree

Trow you who hath done this?

Is it a man?

Change you colour?
- I prithee, who?

O lord, lord! It is a hard matter for friends to meet:

but mountains may be removed with earthquakes
and so encounter

Nay, but who is it?
- Is it possible?

Nay. I prithee now with most petitionary vehemence,
tell me who it is

O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful!

And yet again wonderful,
and after that, out of all whooping!

Good my complexion! Dost thou mink,
though I am caparisoned like a man,

I have a doublet and hose in my disposition?

I prithee, tell me who it is quickly, and speak apace

I would thou couldst stammer. that thou mightst
pour this concealed man out of thy mouth.

As wine comes out of a narrow-mouthed bottle.
either too much at once. or none at all

I prithee take the cork out of thy mouth,
that I may drink thy tidings

So you may put a man in your belly

Is he of God's making? What manner of man is he?
ls his head worth a hat? Or his chin worth a beard?

Nay, he hath but a little beard
- Why, God will send more, if the man will be thankful

Let me stay the growth of his beard.
if thou delay me not the knowledge of his chin

It is young Orlando, that tripped up
the wrestler's heels and your heart both in an instant

Nay. but the devil take mocking:
speak. sad brow and true maid

I'faith, coz, 'tis he

Orlando?
- Orlando

Alas the day! What shall I do with my doublet and hose?

What did he when thou sawest him?
What said he? How looked he? Wherein went he?

What makes he here? Did he ask for me?
Where remains he? How parted he with thee?

And when shalt thou see him again?
Answer me in one word

You must borrow me Gargantua's mouth first:
'tis a word too great for any mouth of this age's size

To say ay and no to these particulars
is more than to answer in a catechism

But doth he know that I am in this forest
and in man's apparel?

Looks he as freshly as he did the day he wrestled?

It is as easy to count atomies
as to resolve the propositions of a lover

But take a taste of my finding him,
and relish it with good observance

I found him under a tree. like a dropped acorn

It may well be called Jove's tree,
when it drops forth such fruit

Give me audience, good madam
- Proceed

There lay he, stretched along, like a wounded might

Though it be pity to see such a sight.
It well becomes the ground

Cry 'holla' to thy tongue, I prithee

He was furnished like a hunter
- O, ominous! He comes to kill my heart

I would sing my song without a burden.
Thou bringest me out of tune

Do you not know I am a woman? When I think, I must speak

Sweet, say on
- You bring me out

Soft! Comes he not here?
- 'Tis he

Slink by, and note him

I thank you for your company. but. good faith.
I had rather have been myself alone

And so had l. but yet. for fashion's sake.
I thank you too for your society

Goodbye. Let's meet as little as we can

I do desire we may be better strangers

I pray you. mar no more trees
with writing love-songs in their barks

I pray you. mar no more of my verses
with reading them ill-favouredly

Of what stature is your love?
- Just as high as my heart

Her name is Rosalind?
- Yes

I do not like her name

There was no thought of pleasing you
when she was christened

You have a nimble wk

Will you sit down with me? And we two will rail against
our mistress the world. and all our misery

I will chide no breather in the world but myself.
against whom I know most faults

The worst fault you have is to be in love

'Tis a fault I will not mange for your best virtue

I am weary of you

By my troth, I was looking for a fool when I found you.
Farewell, good Signior Love

I am glad of your departure.
Adieu. good Monsieur Melancholy

I will speak to him like a saucy lackey.
and under that habit play the knave with him

Do you hear, forester?

Very well. What would you?
- I pray you. what is't o'clock?

You should ask what time o'day:
there's no clock in the forest

Then there is no true lover in the forest,

else sighing every minute and groaning every hour
would detect the lazy foot of time as well as a clock

And why not the swift foot of time?
Had not that been as proper?

By no means. sir:
time travels in divers paces with divers persons

I'll tell you who time trots withal.
who time gallops withal. and who he stands still withal

I prithee, who doth he trot withal?

Marry. he trots hard with a young maid between the
contract of her marriage and the day it is solemnized

If the interim be but a se'nnight, time's pace
is so hard that it seems the length of seven year

Who doth time gallop withal?

With a thief to the gallows. for though he go as softly
as foot can fall. he thinks himself too soon there

Who stays it still withal?

With lawyers in the vacation:

for they sleep between term and term.
and then they perceive not how time moves

Where dwell you, pretty youth?

With this shepherdess...

...my sister. here in the skirts of the forest.
like fringe upon a petticoat

Are you native of this place? Your accent is something
finer than could be purchased in so removed a dwelling

I have been told so of many: but indeed
an old religious uncle of ours taught me to speak.

Who was in his youth a civilised man...

...one that mew courtship too well.
for there he fell in love

I have heard him read many lectures against it.
and I thank God I am not a woman.

To be touched with so many giddy offences
as he hath generally taxed their whole sex withal

Can you remember any of the principal evils
that he laid to the marge of women?

There were none principal.
They were all alike one another as half-pence are.

Every one fault seeming monstrous
till his fellow fault came to match it

I prithee, recount some of them

No. I will not cast away my physio
but on those that are sick

There is a man haunts the forest that abuses our
young plants with carving 'Rosalind' on their barks.

Hangs odes upon hawthorns and elegies on brambles.
all. forsooth. deifying the name of Rosalind

if I could meet that fancy-monger.
I would give him some good counsel.

For he seems to have the quotidian of love upon him

lam he that is so love-shaked.
I pray you, tell me your remedy

There are none of my uncle's marks upon you

He taught me how to know a man in love,
in whim (rage of rushes I am sure you are not prisoner

What were his marks?

A lean cheek. which you have not:
a blue eye and sunken. which you have not

An unquestionable spirit. which you have not:
a beard neglected. which you have not

Then your hose should be ungartered,
your sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe untied,

and everything about you demonstrating
a careless desolation: but you are no sum man

You are rather point-device in your accoutrements.
as loving yourself than seeming the lover of any other

Fair youth, I would I could make thee believe I love

Me believe it?
You may as soon make her that you love believe it.

Which I warrant she is apter to do
than to confess she does

That is one of the points in the which
women still give the lie to their consciences

But, in good sooth, are you he that hangs the verses
on the trees, wherein Rosalind is so admired?

I swear to thee. youth. by the white hand of Rosalind.
I am that he... that unfortunate he

But are you so much in love as your rhymes speak?
- Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much

Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you,
deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do

And the reason why they are not so punished and cured...

...is that the lunacy is so ordinary
that the whippers are in love too

Yet I profess wring it by counsel
- Did you ever cure any so?

Yes, one, and in this manner:

He was to imagine me his love, his mistress,
and I set him every day to woo me

At which time would I. being but a moonish youth.
grieve. be effeminate. changeable. longing and liking.

Proud, fantastical, apish, shallow, inconstant,
full of tears, full of smiles,

for every passion something.
and for no passion truly anything.

As boys and women are for the most part
(rattle of this colour

Would now like him. now loathe him: then entertain him.
then forswear him: now weep for him. then spit at him:

that I drave my suitor from his mad humour of love
into a living humour of madness.

Whim was, to forswear the full stream of the world,
and to live in a nook merely monastic

And thus I cured him. and this way will I take upon me
to wash your liver as clean as a sound sheep's heart.

That there shall not be one spot of love in't

I would not be cured. youth

I would cure you, if you would but call me Rosalind
and come every day to my cottage and woo me

Now. by the faith of my love. I will

Tell me where it is
- Go with me to it and I'll show it you

And by the way you shall tell me
where in the forest you live

Will you go?
- With all my heart. good youth

Nay, you must call me Rosalind

With all my heart... Rosalind

Come, sister, will you go?