|As You Like It|
| As You Like It
| Act 1, Scene 2
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Enter CELIA and ROSALINDCELIA
I pray thee, Rosalind, sweet my coz, be merry.ROSALIND
Dear Celia, I show more mirth than I am mistress of;CELIA
and would you yet I were merrier? Unless you could
teach me to forget a banished father, you must not
learn me how to remember any extraordinary pleasure.
Herein I see thou lovest me not with the full weightROSALIND
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, toCELIA
rejoice in yours.
You know my father hath no child but I, nor none isROSALIND
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 honour, I will; and when I break
that oath, let me turn monster: therefore, my
sweet Rose, my dear Rose, be merry.
From henceforth I will, coz, and devise sports. LetCELIA
me see; what think you of falling in love?
Marry, I prithee, do, to make sport withal: butROSALIND
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?CELIA
Let us sit and mock the good housewife Fortune fromROSALIND
her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be bestowed equally.
I would we could do so, for her benefits areCELIA
mightily misplaced, and the bountiful blind woman
doth most mistake in her gifts to women.
'Tis true; for those that she makes fair she scarceROSALIND
makes honest, and those that she makes honest she
makes very ill-favouredly.
Nay, now thou goest from Fortune's office toCELIA
Nature's: Fortune reigns in gifts of the world,
not in the lineaments of Nature.
No? when Nature hath made a fair creature, may sheROSALIND
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?
Indeed, there is Fortune too hard for Nature, whenCELIA
Fortune makes Nature's natural the cutter-off of
Peradventure this is not Fortune's work neither, butTOUCHSTONE
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 dulness of
the fool is the whetstone of the wits. How now,
wit! whither wander you?
Mistress, you must come away to your father.CELIA
Were you made the messenger?TOUCHSTONE
No, by mine honour, but I was bid to come for you.ROSALIND
Where learned you that oath, fool?TOUCHSTONE
Of a certain knight that swore by his honour theyCELIA
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 yourROSALIND
Ay, marry, now unmuzzle your wisdom.TOUCHSTONE
Stand you both forth now: stroke your chins, andCELIA
swear by your beards that I am a knave.
By our beards, if we had them, thou art.TOUCHSTONE
By my knavery, if I had it, then I were; but if youCELIA
swear by that that is not, you are not forsworn: no
more was this knight 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't that thou meanest?TOUCHSTONE
One that old Frederick, your father, loves.CELIA
My father's love is enough to honour him: enough!TOUCHSTONE
speak no more of him; you'll be whipped for taxation
one of these days.
The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely whatCELIA
wise men do foolishly.
By my troth, thou sayest true; for since the littleROSALIND
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.CELIA
Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young.ROSALIND
Then shall we be news-crammed.CELIA
All the better; we shall be the more marketable.LE BEAU
Enter LE BEAUBon jour, Monsieur Le Beau: what's the news?
Fair princess, you have lost much good sport.CELIA
Sport! of what colour?LE BEAU
What colour, madam! how shall I answer you?ROSALIND
As wit and fortune will.TOUCHSTONE
Or as the Destinies decree.CELIA
Well said: that was laid on with a trowel.TOUCHSTONE
Nay, if I keep not my rank,--ROSALIND
Thou losest thy old smell.LE BEAU
You amaze me, ladies: I would have told you of goodROSALIND
wrestling, which you have lost the sight of.
You tell us the manner of the wrestling.LE BEAU
I will tell you the beginning; and, if it pleaseCELIA
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.LE BEAU
There comes an old man and his three sons,--CELIA
I could match this beginning with an old tale.LE BEAU
Three proper young men, of excellent growth and presence.ROSALIND
With bills on their necks, 'Be it known unto all menLE BEAU
by these presents.'
The eldest of the three wrestled with Charles, theROSALIND
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.
But what is the sport, monsieur, that the ladiesLE BEAU
Why, this that I speak of.TOUCHSTONE
Thus men may grow wiser every day: it is the firstCELIA
time that ever I heard breaking of ribs was sport
Or I, I promise thee.ROSALIND
But is there any else longs to see this broken musicLE BEAU
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 placeCELIA
appointed for the wrestling, and they are ready to
Yonder, sure, they are coming: let us now stay and see it.DUKE FREDERICK
Flourish. Enter DUKE FREDERICK, Lords, ORLANDO, CHARLES, and Attendants
Come on: since the youth will not be entreated, hisROSALIND
own peril on his forwardness.
Is yonder the man?LE BEAU
Even he, madam.CELIA
Alas, he is too young! yet he looks successfully.DUKE FREDERICK
How now, daughter and cousin! are you crept hitherROSALIND
to see the wrestling?
Ay, my liege, so please you give us leave.DUKE FREDERICK
You will take little delight in it, I can tell you;CELIA
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.DUKE FREDERICK
Do so: I'll not be by.LE BEAU
Monsieur the challenger, the princesses call for you.ORLANDO
I attend them with all respect and duty.ROSALIND
Young man, have you challenged Charles the wrestler?ORLANDO
No, fair princess; he is the general challenger: ICELIA
come but in, as others do, to try with him the
strength of my youth.
Young gentleman, your spirits are too bold for yourROSALIND
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.
Do, young sir; your reputation shall not thereforeORLANDO
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 hardROSALIND
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 foiled, there is but one
shamed that was never gracious; if killed, but one
dead that was 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 that I have, I would it were with you.CELIA
And mine, to eke out hers.ROSALIND
Fare you well: pray heaven I be deceived in you!CELIA
Your heart's desires be with you!CHARLES
Come, where is this young gallant that is soORLANDO
desirous to lie with his mother earth?
Ready, sir; but his will hath in it a more modest working.DUKE FREDERICK
You shall try but one fall.CHARLES
No, I warrant your grace, you shall not entreat himORLANDO
to a second, that have so mightily persuaded him
from a first.
An you mean to mock me after, you should not haveROSALIND
mocked me before: but come your ways.
Now Hercules be thy speed, young man!CELIA
I would I were invisible, to catch the strongROSALIND
fellow by the leg.
O excellent young man!CELIA
If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell whoDUKE FREDERICK
Shout. CHARLES is thrown
No more, no more.ORLANDO
Yes, I beseech your grace: I am not yet well breathed.DUKE FREDERICK
How dost thou, Charles?LE BEAU
He cannot speak, my lord.DUKE FREDERICK
Bear him away. What is thy name, young man?ORLANDO
Orlando, my liege; the youngest son of Sir Rowland de Boys.DUKE FREDERICK
I would thou hadst been son to some man else:CELIA
The world esteem'd 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 art a gallant youth:
I would thou hadst told me of another father.
Exeunt DUKE FREDERICK, train, and LE BEAU
Were I my father, coz, would I do this?ORLANDO
I am more proud to be Sir Rowland's son,ROSALIND
His youngest son; and would not change that calling,
To be adopted heir to Frederick.
My father loved Sir Rowland as his soul,CELIA
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.
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.
Giving him a chain from her neckWear 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.ORLANDO
Can I not say, I thank you? My better partsROSALIND
Are all thrown down, and that which here stands up
Is but a quintain, a mere lifeless block.
He calls us back: my pride fell with my fortunes;CELIA
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?ROSALIND
Have with you. Fare you well.ORLANDO
Exeunt ROSALIND and CELIA
What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue?LE BEAU
I cannot speak to her, yet she urged conference.
O poor Orlando, thou art overthrown!
Or Charles or something weaker masters thee.
Re-enter LE BEAU
Good sir, I do in friendship counsel youORLANDO
To leave this place. Albeit you have deserved
High commendation, true applause and love,
Yet such is now the duke's condition
That he misconstrues 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:LE BEAU
Which of the two was daughter of the duke
That here was at the wrestling?
Neither his daughter, if we judge by manners;ORLANDO
But yet indeed the lesser 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.
I rest much bounden to you: fare you well.
Exit LE BEAUThus must I from the smoke into the smother;
From tyrant duke unto a tyrant brother:
But heavenly Rosalind!
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