Authors: William Shakespeare
With a paper
Enter Rosalind
Reads
ROSALIND
‘From the east to western
Ind
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,
No jewel is like Rosalind.
Her worth, being mounted on the wind,
Through all the world bears Rosalind.
All the pictures fairest
lined
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Are but
black to
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Rosalind.
Let no face be kept in mind
But the
fair
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of Rosalind.’
TOUCHSTONE
I’ll rhyme you so eight years
together
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, dinners and
suppers and sleeping-hours excepted.
It is the right
butter-
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ROSALIND
Out, fool!
TOUCHSTONE
For a taste:
Let him seek out Rosalind.
If the cat will
after kind
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,
So be sure will Rosalind.
Wintered
garments must be
lined
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,
So must slender Rosalind.
They that
reap
must
sheaf and bind
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,
Then to
cart
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with Rosalind.
Sweetest
nut
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hath sourest rind,
Such a nut is Rosalind.
He that sweetest
rose
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will find
Must find love’s
prick
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and Rosalind.
This is the very
false gallop
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of verses. Why do you infect
yourself with them?
ROSALIND
Peace, you dull fool! I found them on a tree.
TOUCHSTONE
Truly the tree yields bad
fruit
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.
ROSALIND
I’ll
graff
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it with you, and then I shall graff it with a
medlar
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. Then it will be the earliest fruit i’th’country, for
you’ll be
rotten
ere you be half ripe, and that’s the
right
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virtue
of the medlar.
TOUCHSTONE
You have said, but whether wisely or no, let the
forest judge.
Enter Celia, with a writing
They stand aside
ROSALIND
Peace! Here comes my sister, reading. Stand aside.
Reads
CELIA
‘Why should this a desert be?
For
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it is unpeopled? No.
Tongues I’ll hang on every tree
That shall
civil sayings
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show.
Some, how brief the life of man
Runs
his erring
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pilgrimage,
That the stretching of a
span
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Buckles in
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his sum of age.
Some, of violated vows
’Twixt the souls of friend and friend:
But upon the fairest boughs,
Or at every sentence end,
Will I Rosalinda write,
Teaching all that read to know
The
quintessence
of every
sprite
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Heaven would
in little
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show.
Therefore heaven
Nature charged
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That one body should be filled
With all graces
wide-enlarged
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.
Nature
presently
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distilled
Helen’s cheek, but not her heart
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,
Cleopatra’s
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majesty,
Thus Rosalind of many parts
By heavenly
synod
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was devised,
Of many faces, eyes and hearts,
To have the
touches
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dearest prized.
Heaven
would
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that she these gifts should have,
And
I to
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live and die her slave.’
Steps forward
ROSALIND
O most gentle
Jupiter
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! What tedious
homily of love have you wearied your parishioners withal,
and never cried ‘Have patience, good people!’
CELIA
How now?
Back
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, friends. Shepherd, go off a little.—
To Touchstone
Go with him,
sirrah
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.
TOUCHSTONE
Come, shepherd, let us make an honourable
retreat, though not with
bag and baggage
, yet with
scrip and
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scrippage.
Exeunt
[
Corin and Touchstone
]
CELIA
Didst thou hear these verses?
ROSALIND
O, yes, I heard them all, and more too, for some of
them had in them more
feet
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than the verses would bear.
CELIA
That’s no matter: the feet might bear the verses.
ROSALIND
Ay, but the feet were lame and could not bear
themselves without the verse, and therefore stood lamely in
the verse.
CELIA
But didst thou hear without wondering how thy
name should be hanged and carved upon these trees?
ROSALIND
I was
seven of the nine days out of the wonder
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before you came, for look here what I found on a palm-tree. I
was never so berhymed since
Pythagoras
’ time
that
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I was an
Irish rat
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, which I can hardly remember.
CELIA
Trow
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you who hath done this?
ROSALIND
Is it a man?
CELIA
And a chain
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, that you once wore, about his neck.
ROSALIND
I prithee who?
CELIA
O lord, lord! It is a hard matter for
friends
to meet
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;
but mountains may be removed with earthquakes and so
ROSALIND
Nay, but who is it?
CELIA
Is it
possible
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?
ROSALIND
Nay,
I prithee now with most petitionary vehemence
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,
tell me who it is.
CELIA
O
wonderful
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, wonderful, and most wonderful
wonderful! And yet again wonderful, and after that,
out of
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ROSALIND
Good my complexion!
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Dost thou think, though I am
caparisoned
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like a man, I have a doublet and hose in my
disposition? One inch of delay more is a
South Sea of
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discovery
. I prithee tell me who is it quickly, and speak
apace
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.
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.
CELIA
So you may put a man in your
belly
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.
ROSALIND
Is he
of God’s making
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? What manner of man? Is his
head worth a hat? Or his chin worth a beard?
CELIA
Nay, he hath but a little beard.
ROSALIND
Why, God will send more, if the man will be
thankful: let me
stay
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the growth of his beard, if thou delay
me not the knowledge of his chin.
CELIA
It is young Orlando that tripped up the wrestler’s
heels and your heart both in an instant.
ROSALIND
Nay, but the devil take mocking: speak,
sad brow
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CELIA
I’faith, coz, ’tis he.
ROSALIND
Orlando?
CELIA
Orlando.
ROSALIND
Alas the day! What shall I do with my doublet and
hose? What did he when thou saw’st him? What said he?
How looked he?
Wherein went he?
What
makes he
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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.
CELIA
You must borrow me
Gargantua’s
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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
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.
ROSALIND
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?
CELIA
It is as easy to count
atomies
as to
resolve the
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propositions
of a lover, but take a taste of my finding him,
and
relish
it with
good observance
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. I found him under a tree,
like a dropped acorn.
ROSALIND
It may well be called
Jove’s tree
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, when it drops forth
Aside?
such fruit.
CELIA
Give me audience
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, good madam.
ROSALIND
Proceed.
CELIA
There lay he, stretched
along
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, like a wounded knight.
ROSALIND
Though it be pity to see such a sight, it well becomes
the ground.
CELIA
Cry
‘holla’
to the tongue, I prithee. It
curvets
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unseasonably. He was
furnished
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like a hunter.
ROSALIND
O, ominous! He comes to kill my
heart
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.
CELIA
I would sing my song without a
burden
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. Thou
bringest me out of tune.
ROSALIND
Do you not know I am a woman? When I think, I
must speak. Sweet, say on.
Enter Orlando and Jaques
CELIA
You
bring me out
.
Soft!
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Comes he not here?
They stand aside
ROSALIND
’Tis he. Slink by, and note him.
To Orlando
JAQUES
I thank you for your company, but, good
faith, I had as
lief
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have been myself alone.
ORLANDO
And so had I, but yet, for fashion sake, I thank you
too for your
society
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.
JAQUES
God buy you. Let’s meet as little as we can.
ORLANDO
I do desire we may be better strangers.
JAQUES
I pray you mar no more trees with writing love-
songs in their barks.
ORLANDO
I pray you mar no more of my verses with reading
them
ill-favouredly
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.
JAQUES
Rosalind is your love’s name?
ORLANDO
Yes,
just
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.
JAQUES
I do not like her name.
ORLANDO
There was no thought of pleasing you when she
was christened.
JAQUES
What stature is she of?
ORLANDO
Just as high as my heart.
JAQUES
You are full of
pretty
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answers. Have you not been
acquainted
with goldsmiths’ wives, and
conned
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them out of
ORLANDO
Not so, but I answer you
right painted cloth
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, from
whence you have studied your
questions
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.
JAQUES
You have a nimble wit; I think ’twas made of
Atalanta’s
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heels. Will you sit down with me? And we two will
rail against our mistress the world and all our misery.
ORLANDO
I will chide no
breather
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in the world but myself,
against whom I know most faults.
JAQUES
The worst fault you have is to be in love.
ORLANDO
’Tis a fault I will not
change
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for your best virtue. I
am weary of you.
JAQUES
By my
troth
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, I was seeking for a fool when I found
you.
ORLANDO
He is drowned in the brook. Look but in, and you
shall see him.
JAQUES
There I shall see mine own
figure
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.
ORLANDO
Which I take to be either a fool or a
cipher
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.
JAQUES
I’ll tarry no longer with you. Farewell, good Signior
Love.
ORLANDO
I am glad of your departure. Adieu, good Monsieur
Melancholy.