Speeches (Lines) for Orlando in "As You Like It"

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1 I / 1
  • As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion bequeathed
    me by will but poor...
  • As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion bequeathed
    me by will but poor a thousand crowns, and, as thou say'st,
    charged my brother, on his blessing, 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
    rustically 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 with their feeding,
    they are taught their manage, and to that end riders dearly
    hir'd; but I, 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, mines my gentility with 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.
  • .

    Orlando. As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion bequeathed
    me by will but poor a thousand crowns, and, as thou say'st,
    charged my brother, on his blessing, 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
    rustically 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 with their feeding,
    they are taught their manage, and to that end riders dearly
    hir'd; but I, 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, mines my gentility with 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.

2 I / 1
  • Go apart, Adam, and thou shalt hear how he will shake me
    up.
  • Go apart, Adam, and thou shalt hear how he will shake me
    up.
  • Adam. Yonder comes my master, your brother.

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

3 I / 1
  • Nothing; I am not taught to make any thing.
  • Nothing; I am not taught to make any thing.
  • Oliver. Now, sir! what make you here?

    Orlando. Nothing; I am not taught to make any thing.

4 I / 1
  • Marry, sir, I am helping you to mar that which God made, a
    poor unworthy bro...
  • Marry, sir, I am helping you to mar that which God made, a
    poor unworthy brother of yours, with idleness.
  • Oliver. What mar you then, sir?

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

5 I / 1
  • Shall I keep your hogs, and eat husks with them? What
    prodigal portion have...
  • Shall I keep your hogs, and eat husks with them? What
    prodigal portion have I spent that I should come to such penury?
  • Oliver. Marry, sir, be better employed, and be nought awhile.

    Orlando. Shall I keep your hogs, and eat husks with them? What
    prodigal portion have I spent that I should come to such penury?

6 I / 1
  • O, sir, very well; here in your orchard.
  • O, sir, very well; here in your orchard.
  • Oliver. Know you where you are, sir?

    Orlando. O, sir, very well; here in your orchard.

7 I / 1
  • Ay, better than him I am before knows me. I know you are
    my eldest brother;...
  • 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 the same tradition takes not
    away my blood, were there twenty brothers betwixt us. I have as
    much of my father in me as you, albeit I confess your coming
    before me is nearer to his reverence.
  • Oliver. Know you before whom, sir?

    Orlando. 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 the same tradition takes not
    away my blood, were there twenty brothers betwixt us. I have as
    much of my father in me as you, albeit I confess your coming
    before me is nearer to his reverence.

8 I / 1
  • Come, come, elder brother, you are too young in this.
  • Come, come, elder brother, you are too young in this.
  • Oliver. What, boy! [Strikes him]

    Orlando. Come, come, elder brother, you are too young in this.

9 I / 1
  • I am no villain; I am the youngest son of Sir Rowland de
    Boys. He was my fat...
  • I am no villain; I am the youngest son of Sir Rowland de
    Boys. 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 pull'd out thy
    tongue for saying so. Thou has rail'd on thyself.
  • Oliver. Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain?

    Orlando. I am no villain; I am the youngest son of Sir Rowland de
    Boys. 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 pull'd out thy
    tongue for saying so. Thou has rail'd on thyself.

10 I / 1
  • I will not, till I please; you shall hear me. My father
    charg'd you in his w...
  • I will not, till I please; you shall hear me. My father
    charg'd you in his will to give me good education: you have
    train'd 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 it; 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.
  • Oliver. Let me go, I say.

    Orlando. I will not, till I please; you shall hear me. My father
    charg'd you in his will to give me good education: you have
    train'd 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 it; 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.

11 I / 1
  • I no further offend you than becomes me for my good.
  • I no further offend you than becomes me for my good.
  • Oliver. 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.

    Orlando. I no further offend you than becomes me for my good.

12 I / 2
  • I attend them with all respect and duty.
  • I attend them with all respect and duty.
  • Le Beau. Monsieur the Challenger, the Princess calls for you.

    Orlando. I attend them with all respect and duty.

13 I / 2
  • No, fair Princess; he is the general challenger. I come
    but in, as others do...
  • No, fair Princess; he is the general challenger. I come
    but in, as others do, to try with him the strength of my youth.
  • Rosalind. Young man, have you challeng'd Charles the wrestler?

    Orlando. No, fair Princess; he is the general challenger. I come
    but in, as others do, to try with him the strength of my youth.

14 I / 2
  • I beseech you, punish me not with your hard thoughts,
    wherein I confess me m...
  • 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 empty.
  • Rosalind. 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.

    Orlando. 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 empty.

15 I / 2
  • Ready, sir; but his will hath in it a more modest working.
  • Ready, sir; but his will hath in it a more modest working.
  • Charles. Come, where is this young gallant that is so desirous to
    lie with his mother earth?

    Orlando. Ready, sir; but his will hath in it a more modest working.

16 I / 2
  • You mean to mock me after; you should not have mock'd me
    before; but come yo...
  • You mean to mock me after; you should not have mock'd me
    before; but come your ways.
  • Charles. No, I warrant your Grace, you shall not entreat him to a
    second, that have so mightily persuaded him from a first.

    Orlando. You mean to mock me after; you should not have mock'd me
    before; but come your ways.

17 I / 2
  • Yes, I beseech your Grace; I am not yet well breath'd.
  • Yes, I beseech your Grace; I am not yet well breath'd.
  • Frederick. No more, no more.

    Orlando. Yes, I beseech your Grace; I am not yet well breath'd.

18 I / 2
  • Orlando, my liege; the youngest son of Sir Rowland de
    Boys.
  • Orlando, my liege; the youngest son of Sir Rowland de
    Boys.
  • Frederick. Bear him away. What is thy name, young man?

    Orlando. Orlando, my liege; the youngest son of Sir Rowland de
    Boys.

19 I / 2
  • I am more proud to be Sir Rowland's son,
    His youngest son- and would not cha...
  • 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.
  • Celia. Were I my father, coz, would I do this?

    Orlando. 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.

20 I / 2
  • Can I not say 'I thank you'? My better parts
    Are all thrown down; and that w...
  • 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.
  • Celia. Ay. Fare you well, fair gentleman.

    Orlando. 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.

21 I / 2
  • What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue?
    I cannot speak to her, yet...
  • What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue?
    I cannot speak to her, yet she urg'd conference.
    O poor Orlando, thou art overthrown!
    Or Charles or something weaker masters thee.
  • Rosalind. Have with you. Fare you well.

    Orlando. What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue?
    I cannot speak to her, yet she urg'd conference.
    O poor Orlando, thou art overthrown!
    Or Charles or something weaker masters thee.

22 I / 2
  • I thank you, sir; and pray you tell me this:
    Which of the two was daughter o...
  • 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?
  • Le Beau. 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 misconstrues all that you have done.
    The Duke is humorous; what he is, indeed,
    More suits you to conceive than I to speak of.

    Orlando. 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?

23 I / 2
  • I rest much bounden to you; fare you well.
    [Exit LE BEAU]
    Thus must I fr...
  • 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! Exit
  • Le Beau. 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.

    Orlando. 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! Exit

24 II / 3
  • Who's there?
  • Who's there?
  • Frederick. Send to his brother; fetch that gallant hither.
    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. Exeunt

    Orlando. Who's there?

25 II / 3
  • Why, what's the matter?
  • Why, what's the matter?
  • Adam. 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 bonny prizer 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 it!

    Orlando. Why, what's the matter?

26 II / 3
  • Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go?
  • Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go?
  • Adam. O unhappy youth!
    Come not within these doors; within this 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 burn the lodging where you use to lie,
    And you within it. If he fail of that,
    He will have other means to cut you off;
    I overheard him and his practices.
    This is no place; this house is but a butchery;
    Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it.

    Orlando. Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go?

27 II / 3
  • What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my food,
    Or with a base and boist'rous...
  • 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 know 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.
  • Adam. No matter whither, so you come not here.

    Orlando. 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 know 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.

28 II / 3
  • O good old man, how well in thee appears
    The constant service of the antique...
  • O good old man, how well in thee appears
    The constant service of the antique world,
    When service sweat for duty, not for meed!
    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 much 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.
  • Adam. But do not so. I have five hundred crowns,
    The thrifty hire I sav'd 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 corners 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 not 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.

    Orlando. O good old man, how well in thee appears
    The constant service of the antique world,
    When service sweat for duty, not for meed!
    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 much 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.

29 II / 6
  • Why, how now, Adam! No greater heart in thee? Live a
    little; comfort a littl...
  • 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 here be with thee presently; and if I 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 will bear thee to some shelter;
    and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live
    anything in this desert. Cheerly, good Adam! Exeunt
  • Adam. Dear master, I can go no further. O, I die for food! Here lie
    I down, and measure out my grave. Farewell, kind master.

    Orlando. 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 here be with thee presently; and if I 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 will bear thee to some shelter;
    and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live
    anything in this desert. Cheerly, good Adam! Exeunt

30 II / 7
  • Forbear, and eat no more.
  • Forbear, and eat no more.
  • Jaques (lord). Why, who cries out on pride
    That can therein tax any private party?
    Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea,
    Till that the wearer's very means do ebb?
    What woman in the city do I name
    When that I say the city-woman bears
    The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders?
    Who can come in and say that I mean her,
    When such a one as she such is her neighbour?
    Or what is he of basest function
    That says his bravery is not on my cost,
    Thinking that I mean him, but therein suits
    His folly to the mettle of my speech?
    There then! how then? what then? Let me see wherein
    My tongue hath wrong'd him: if it do him right,
    Then he hath wrong'd himself; if he be free,
    Why then my taxing like a wild-goose flies,
    Unclaim'd of any man. But who comes here?

    Orlando. Forbear, and eat no more.

31 II / 7
  • Nor shalt not, till necessity be serv'd.
  • Nor shalt not, till necessity be serv'd.
  • Jaques (lord). Why, I have eat none yet.

    Orlando. Nor shalt not, till necessity be serv'd.

32 II / 7
  • You touch'd my vein at first: the thorny point
    Of bare distress hath ta'en f...
  • You touch'd my vein at first: the thorny point
    Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show
    Of smooth civility; yet am I inland bred,
    And know some nurture. But forbear, I say;
    He dies that touches any of this fruit
    Till I and my affairs are answered.
  • Duke. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy distress?
    Or else a rude despiser of good manners,
    That in civility thou seem'st so empty?

    Orlando. You touch'd my vein at first: the thorny point
    Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show
    Of smooth civility; yet am I inland bred,
    And know some nurture. But forbear, I say;
    He dies that touches any of this fruit
    Till I and my affairs are answered.

33 II / 7
  • I almost die for food, and let me have it.
  • I almost die for food, and let me have it.
  • Duke. What would you have? Your gentleness shall force
    More than your force move us to gentleness.

    Orlando. I almost die for food, and let me have it.

34 II / 7
  • Speak you so gently? Pardon me, I pray you;
    I thought that all things had be...
  • 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 stern 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 look'd on better days,
    If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church,
    If ever sat at any good man's feast,
    If ever from your eyelids wip'd a tear,
    And know what 'tis to pity and be pitied,
    Let gentleness my strong enforcement be;
    In the which hope I blush, and hide my sword.
  • Duke. Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table.

    Orlando. 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 stern 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 look'd on better days,
    If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church,
    If ever sat at any good man's feast,
    If ever from your eyelids wip'd a tear,
    And know what 'tis to pity and be pitied,
    Let gentleness my strong enforcement be;
    In the which hope I blush, and hide my sword.

35 II / 7
  • Then but forbear your food a little while,
    Whiles, like a doe, I go to find...
  • Then but forbear your food a little while,
    Whiles, like a doe, I go to find my fawn,
    And give it food. There is an old poor man
    Who after me hath many a weary step
    Limp'd in pure love; till he be first suffic'd,
    Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger,
    I will not touch a bit.
  • Duke. True is it that we have seen better days,
    And have with holy bell been knoll'd to church,
    And sat at good men's feasts, and wip'd our eyes
    Of drops that sacred pity hath engend'red;
    And therefore sit you down in gentleness,
    And take upon command what help we have
    That to your wanting may be minist'red.

    Orlando. Then but forbear your food a little while,
    Whiles, like a doe, I go to find my fawn,
    And give it food. There is an old poor man
    Who after me hath many a weary step
    Limp'd in pure love; till he be first suffic'd,
    Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger,
    I will not touch a bit.

36 II / 7
  • I thank ye; and be blest for your good comfort! Exit
  • I thank ye; and be blest for your good comfort! Exit
  • Duke. Go find him out.
    And we will nothing waste till you return.

    Orlando. I thank ye; and be blest for your good comfort! Exit

37 II / 7
  • I thank you most for him.
  • I thank you most for him.
  • Duke. Welcome. Set down your venerable burden,
    And let him feed.

    Orlando. I thank you most for him.

38 III / 2
  • Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love;
    And thou, thrice-crowned Queen...
  • Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love;
    And thou, thrice-crowned Queen of Night, survey
    With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above,
    Thy huntress' name that my full life doth sway.
    O Rosalind! these trees shall be my books,
    And in their barks my thoughts I'll character,
    That every eye which in this forest looks
    Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where.
    Run, run, Orlando; carve on every tree,
    The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. Exit
  • Frederick. More villain thou. Well, push him out of doors;
    And let my officers of such a nature
    Make an extent upon his house and lands.
    Do this expediently, and turn him going. Exeunt

    Orlando. Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love;
    And thou, thrice-crowned Queen of Night, survey
    With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above,
    Thy huntress' name that my full life doth sway.
    O Rosalind! these trees shall be my books,
    And in their barks my thoughts I'll character,
    That every eye which in this forest looks
    Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where.
    Run, run, Orlando; carve on every tree,
    The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. Exit

39 III / 2
  • And so had I; but yet, for fashion sake, I thank you too
    for your society.
  • And so had I; but yet, for fashion sake, I thank you too
    for your society.
  • Jaques (lord). I thank you for your company; but, good faith, I had as
    lief have been myself alone.

    Orlando. And so had I; but yet, for fashion sake, I thank you too
    for your society.

40 III / 2
  • I do desire we may be better strangers.
  • I do desire we may be better strangers.
  • Jaques (lord). God buy you; let's meet as little as we can.

    Orlando. I do desire we may be better strangers.

41 III / 2
  • I pray you mar no more of my verses with reading them
    ill-favouredly.
  • I pray you mar no more of my verses with reading them
    ill-favouredly.
  • Jaques (lord). 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.

42 III / 2
  • Yes, just.
  • Yes, just.
  • Jaques (lord). Rosalind is your love's name?

    Orlando. Yes, just.

43 III / 2
  • There was no thought of pleasing you when she was
    christen'd.
  • There was no thought of pleasing you when she was
    christen'd.
  • Jaques (lord). I do not like her name.

    Orlando. There was no thought of pleasing you when she was
    christen'd.

44 III / 2
  • Just as high as my heart.
  • Just as high as my heart.
  • Jaques (lord). What stature is she of?

    Orlando. Just as high as my heart.

45 III / 2
  • Not so; but I answer you right painted cloth, from whence
    you have studied y...
  • Not so; but I answer you right painted cloth, from whence
    you have studied your questions.
  • Jaques (lord). You are full of pretty answers. Have you not been
    acquainted with goldsmiths' wives, and conn'd them out of rings?

    Orlando. Not so; but I answer you right painted cloth, from whence
    you have studied your questions.

46 III / 2
  • I will chide no breather in the world but myself, against
    whom I know most f...
  • I will chide no breather in the world but myself, against
    whom I know most faults.
  • Jaques (lord). You have a nimble wit; I think 'twas made of Atalanta's
    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 in the world but myself, against
    whom I know most faults.

47 III / 2
  • 'Tis a fault I will not change for your best virtue. I am
    weary of you.
  • 'Tis a fault I will not change for your best virtue. I am
    weary of you.
  • Jaques (lord). The worst fault you have is to be in love.

    Orlando. 'Tis a fault I will not change for your best virtue. I am
    weary of you.

48 III / 2
  • He is drown'd in the brook; look but in, and you shall see
    him.
  • He is drown'd in the brook; look but in, and you shall see
    him.
  • Jaques (lord). By my troth, I was seeking for a fool when I found you.

    Orlando. He is drown'd in the brook; look but in, and you shall see
    him.

49 III / 2
  • Which I take to be either a fool or a cipher.
  • Which I take to be either a fool or a cipher.
  • Jaques (lord). There I shall see mine own figure.

    Orlando. Which I take to be either a fool or a cipher.

50 III / 2
  • I am glad of your departure; adieu, good Monsieur
    Melancholy.
  • I am glad of your departure; adieu, good Monsieur
    Melancholy.
  • Jaques (lord). I'll tarry no longer with you; farewell, good Signior Love.

    Orlando. I am glad of your departure; adieu, good Monsieur
    Melancholy.

51 III / 2
  • Very well; what would you?
  • Very well; what would you?
  • Rosalind. [Aside to CELIA] I will speak to him like a saucy lackey,
    and under that habit play the knave with him.- Do you hear,
    forester?

    Orlando. Very well; what would you?

52 III / 2
  • You should ask me what time o' day; there's no clock in
    the forest.
  • You should ask me what time o' day; there's no clock in
    the forest.
  • Rosalind. I pray you, what is't o'clock?

    Orlando. You should ask me what time o' day; there's no clock in
    the forest.

53 III / 2
  • And why not the swift foot of Time? Had not that been as
    proper?
  • And why not the swift foot of Time? Had not that been as
    proper?
  • Rosalind. 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.

    Orlando. And why not the swift foot of Time? Had not that been as
    proper?

54 III / 2
  • I prithee, who doth he trot withal?
  • I prithee, who doth he trot withal?
  • Rosalind. By no means, sir. Time travels in divers paces with
    divers persons. I'll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time
    trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands still
    withal.

    Orlando. I prithee, who doth he trot withal?

55 III / 2
  • Who ambles Time withal?
  • Who ambles Time withal?
  • Rosalind. Marry, he trots hard with a young maid between the
    contract of her marriage and the day it is solemniz'd; if the
    interim be but a se'nnight, Time's pace is so hard that it seems
    the length of seven year.

    Orlando. Who ambles Time withal?

56 III / 2
  • Who doth he gallop withal?
  • Who doth he gallop withal?
  • Rosalind. With a priest that lacks Latin and a rich man that hath
    not the gout; for the one sleeps easily because he cannot study,
    and the other lives merrily because he feels no pain; the one
    lacking the burden of lean and wasteful learning, the other
    knowing no burden of heavy tedious penury. These Time ambles
    withal.

    Orlando. Who doth he gallop withal?

57 III / 2
  • Who stays it still withal?
  • Who stays it still withal?
  • Rosalind. With a thief to the gallows; for though he go as softly
    as foot can fall, he thinks himself too soon there.

    Orlando. Who stays it still withal?

58 III / 2
  • Where dwell you, pretty youth?
  • Where dwell you, pretty youth?
  • Rosalind. With lawyers in the vacation; for they sleep between term
    and term, and then they perceive not how Time moves.

    Orlando. Where dwell you, pretty youth?

59 III / 2
  • Are you native of this place?
  • Are you native of this place?
  • Rosalind. With this shepherdess, my sister; here in the skirts of
    the forest, like fringe upon a petticoat.

    Orlando. Are you native of this place?

60 III / 2
  • Your accent is something finer than you could purchase in
    so removed a dwell...
  • Your accent is something finer than you could purchase in
    so removed a dwelling.
  • Rosalind. As the coney that you see dwell where she is kindled.

    Orlando. Your accent is something finer than you could purchase in
    so removed a dwelling.

61 III / 2
  • Can you remember any of the principal evils that he laid
    to the charge of wo...
  • Can you remember any of the principal evils that he laid
    to the charge of women?
  • Rosalind. I have been told so of many; but indeed an old religious
    uncle of mine taught me to speak, who was in his youth an inland
    man; one that knew 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 touch'd with so many giddy offences as he
    hath generally tax'd their whole sex withal.

    Orlando. Can you remember any of the principal evils that he laid
    to the charge of women?

62 III / 2
  • I prithee recount some of them.
  • I prithee recount some of them.
  • Rosalind. There were none principal; they were all like one another
    as halfpence are; every one fault seeming monstrous till his
    fellow-fault came to match it.

    Orlando. I prithee recount some of them.

63 III / 2
  • I am he that is so love-shak'd; I pray you tell me your
    remedy.
  • I am he that is so love-shak'd; I pray you tell me your
    remedy.
  • Rosalind. No; I will not cast away my physic 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.

    Orlando. I am he that is so love-shak'd; I pray you tell me your
    remedy.

64 III / 2
  • What were his marks?
  • What were his marks?
  • Rosalind. There is none of my uncle's marks upon you; he taught me
    how to know a man in love; in which cage of rushes I am sure you
    are not prisoner.

    Orlando. What were his marks?

65 III / 2
  • Fair youth, I would I could make thee believe I love.
  • Fair youth, I would I could make thee believe I love.
  • Rosalind. 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; but I pardon you for that,
    for simply your having in beard is a younger brother's revenue.
    Then your hose should be ungarter'd, your bonnet unbanded, your
    sleeve unbutton'd, your shoe untied, and every thing about you
    demonstrating a careless desolation. But you are no such man; you
    are rather point-device in your accoutrements, as loving yourself
    than seeming the lover of any other.

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

66 III / 2
  • I swear to thee, youth, by the white hand of Rosalind, I
    am that he, that un...
  • I swear to thee, youth, by the white hand of Rosalind, I
    am that he, that unfortunate he.
  • Rosalind. 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?

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

67 III / 2
  • Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much.
  • Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much.
  • Rosalind. But are you so much in love as your rhymes speak?

    Orlando. Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much.

68 III / 2
  • Did you ever cure any so?
  • Did you ever cure any so?
  • Rosalind. 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 punish'd and cured is that the lunacy is so
    ordinary that the whippers are in love too. Yet I profess curing
    it by counsel.

    Orlando. Did you ever cure any so?

69 III / 2
  • I would not be cured, youth.
  • I would not be cured, youth.
  • Rosalind. 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 cattle 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 to a living humour of madness; which was, to
    forswear the full stream of the world and to live in a nook
    merely monastic. And thus I cur'd 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.

    Orlando. I would not be cured, youth.

70 III / 2
  • Now, by the faith of my love, I will. Tell me where it is.
  • Now, by the faith of my love, I will. Tell me where it is.
  • Rosalind. I would cure you, if you would but call me Rosalind, and
    come every day to my cote and woo me.

    Orlando. Now, by the faith of my love, I will. Tell me where it is.

71 III / 2
  • With all my heart, good youth.
  • With all my heart, good youth.
  • Rosalind. 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?

    Orlando. With all my heart, good youth.

72 IV / 1
  • Good day, and happiness, dear Rosalind!
  • Good day, and happiness, dear Rosalind!
  • Rosalind. 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.

    Orlando. Good day, and happiness, dear Rosalind!

73 IV / 1
  • My fair Rosalind, I come within an hour of my promise.
  • My fair Rosalind, I come within an hour of my promise.
  • Rosalind. Farewell, Monsieur Traveller; 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 gondola. [Exit JAQUES] Why, how now, Orlando! where
    have you been all this while? You a lover! An you serve me such
    another trick, never come in my sight more.

    Orlando. My fair Rosalind, I come within an hour of my promise.

74 IV / 1
  • Pardon me, dear Rosalind.
  • Pardon me, dear Rosalind.
  • Rosalind. 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.

    Orlando. Pardon me, dear Rosalind.

75 IV / 1
  • Of a snail!
  • Of a snail!
  • Rosalind. Nay, an you be so tardy, come no more in my sight. I had
    as lief be woo'd of a snail.

    Orlando. Of a snail!

76 IV / 1
  • What's that?
  • What's that?
  • Rosalind. 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.

    Orlando. What's that?

77 IV / 1
  • Virtue is no horn-maker; and my Rosalind is virtuous.
  • Virtue is no horn-maker; and my Rosalind is virtuous.
  • Rosalind. Why, horns; which such as you are fain to be beholding to
    your wives for; but he comes armed in his fortune, and prevents
    the slander of his wife.

    Orlando. Virtue is no horn-maker; and my Rosalind is virtuous.

78 IV / 1
  • I would kiss before I spoke.
  • I would kiss before I spoke.
  • Rosalind. Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in a holiday humour,
    and like enough to consent. What would you say to me now, an I
    were your very very Rosalind?

    Orlando. I would kiss before I spoke.

79 IV / 1
  • How if the kiss be denied?
  • How if the kiss be denied?
  • Rosalind. 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.

    Orlando. How if the kiss be denied?

80 IV / 1
  • Who could be out, being before his beloved mistress?
  • Who could be out, being before his beloved mistress?
  • Rosalind. Then she puts you to entreaty, and there begins new
    matter.

    Orlando. Who could be out, being before his beloved mistress?

81 IV / 1
  • What, of my suit?
  • What, of my suit?
  • Rosalind. Marry, that should you, if I were your mistress; or I
    should think my honesty ranker than my wit.

    Orlando. What, of my suit?

82 IV / 1
  • I take some joy to say you are, because I would be talking
    of her.
  • I take some joy to say you are, because I would be talking
    of her.
  • Rosalind. Not out of your apparel, and yet out of your suit.
    Am not I your Rosalind?

    Orlando. I take some joy to say you are, because I would be talking
    of her.

83 IV / 1
  • Then, in mine own person, I die.
  • Then, in mine own person, I die.
  • Rosalind. Well, in her person, I say I will not have you.

    Orlando. Then, in mine own person, I die.

84 IV / 1
  • I would not have my right Rosalind of this mind; for, I
    protest, her frown m...
  • I would not have my right Rosalind of this mind; for, I
    protest, her frown might kill me.
  • Rosalind. 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 love.

    Orlando. I would not have my right Rosalind of this mind; for, I
    protest, her frown might kill me.

85 IV / 1
  • Then love me, Rosalind.
  • Then love me, Rosalind.
  • Rosalind. 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.

    Orlando. Then love me, Rosalind.

86 IV / 1
  • And wilt thou have me?
  • And wilt thou have me?
  • Rosalind. Yes, faith, will I, Fridays and Saturdays, and all.

    Orlando. And wilt thou have me?

87 IV / 1
  • What sayest thou?
  • What sayest thou?
  • Rosalind. Ay, and twenty such.

    Orlando. What sayest thou?

88 IV / 1
  • I hope so.
  • I hope so.
  • Rosalind. Are you not good?

    Orlando. I hope so.

89 IV / 1
  • Pray thee, marry us.
  • Pray thee, marry us.
  • Rosalind. 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?

    Orlando. Pray thee, marry us.

90 IV / 1
  • I will.
  • I will.
  • Celia. Go to. Will you, Orlando, have to wife this Rosalind?

    Orlando. I will.

91 IV / 1
  • Why, now; as fast as she can marry us.
  • Why, now; as fast as she can marry us.
  • Rosalind. Ay, but when?

    Orlando. Why, now; as fast as she can marry us.

92 IV / 1
  • I take thee, Rosalind, for wife.
  • I take thee, Rosalind, for wife.
  • Rosalind. Then you must say 'I take thee, Rosalind, for wife.'

    Orlando. I take thee, Rosalind, for wife.

93 IV / 1
  • So do all thoughts; they are wing'd.
  • So do all thoughts; they are wing'd.
  • Rosalind. 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 actions.

    Orlando. So do all thoughts; they are wing'd.

94 IV / 1
  • For ever and a day.
  • For ever and a day.
  • Rosalind. Now tell me how long you would have her, after you have
    possess'd her.

    Orlando. For ever and a day.

95 IV / 1
  • But will my Rosalind do so?
  • But will my Rosalind do so?
  • Rosalind. 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 are inclin'd to sleep.

    Orlando. But will my Rosalind do so?

96 IV / 1
  • O, but she is wise.
  • O, but she is wise.
  • Rosalind. By my life, she will do as I do.

    Orlando. O, but she is wise.

97 IV / 1
  • A man that had a wife with such a wit, he might say 'Wit,
    whither wilt?'
  • A man that had a wife with such a wit, he might say 'Wit,
    whither wilt?'
  • Rosalind. 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 chimney.

    Orlando. A man that had a wife with such a wit, he might say 'Wit,
    whither wilt?'

98 IV / 1
  • And what wit could wit have to excuse that?
  • And what wit could wit have to excuse that?
  • Rosalind. Nay, you might keep that check for it, till you met your
    wife's wit going to your neighbour's bed.

    Orlando. And what wit could wit have to excuse that?

99 IV / 1
  • For these two hours, Rosalind, I will leave thee.
  • For these two hours, Rosalind, I will leave thee.
  • Rosalind. 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!

    Orlando. For these two hours, Rosalind, I will leave thee.

100 IV / 1
  • I must attend the Duke at dinner; by two o'clock I will be
    with thee again.
  • I must attend the Duke at dinner; by two o'clock I will be
    with thee again.
  • Rosalind. Alas, dear love, I cannot lack thee two hours!

    Orlando. I must attend the Duke at dinner; by two o'clock I will be
    with thee again.

101 IV / 1
  • Ay, sweet Rosalind.
  • Ay, sweet Rosalind.
  • Rosalind. 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 o'clock is your hour?

    Orlando. Ay, sweet Rosalind.

102 IV / 1
  • With no less religion than if thou wert indeed my
    Rosalind; so, adieu.
  • With no less religion than if thou wert indeed my
    Rosalind; so, adieu.
  • Rosalind. 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 promise.

    Orlando. With no less religion than if thou wert indeed my
    Rosalind; so, adieu.

103 V / 2
  • Is't possible that on so little acquaintance you should
    like her? that but s...
  • Is't possible that on so little acquaintance you should
    like her? that but seeing you should love her? and loving woo?
    and, wooing, she should grant? and will you persever to enjoy
    her?
  • Touchstone. Trip, Audrey, trip, Audrey. I attend, I attend.

    Orlando. Is't possible that on so little acquaintance you should
    like her? that but seeing you should love her? and loving woo?
    and, wooing, she should grant? and will you persever to enjoy
    her?

104 V / 2
  • You have my consent. Let your wedding be to-morrow.
    Thither will I invite th...
  • You have my consent. Let your wedding be to-morrow.
    Thither will I invite the Duke and all's contented followers. Go
    you and prepare Aliena; for, look you, here comes my Rosalind.
  • Oliver. Neither call the giddiness of it in question, the poverty
    of her, the small acquaintance, my sudden wooing, nor her sudden
    consenting; but say with me, I love Aliena; say with her that she
    loves me; consent with both that we may enjoy each other. It
    shall be to your good; for my father's house and all the revenue
    that was old Sir Rowland's will I estate upon you, and here live
    and die a shepherd.

    Orlando. You have my consent. Let your wedding be to-morrow.
    Thither will I invite the Duke and all's contented followers. Go
    you and prepare Aliena; for, look you, here comes my Rosalind.

105 V / 2
  • It is my arm.
  • It is my arm.
  • Rosalind. O, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to see thee wear
    thy heart in a scarf!

    Orlando. It is my arm.

106 V / 2
  • Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady.
  • Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady.
  • Rosalind. I thought thy heart had been wounded with the claws of a
    lion.

    Orlando. Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady.

107 V / 2
  • Ay, and greater wonders than that.
  • Ay, and greater wonders than that.
  • Rosalind. Did your brother tell you how I counterfeited to swoon
    when he show'd me your handkercher?

    Orlando. Ay, and greater wonders than that.

108 V / 2
  • They shall be married to-morrow; and I will bid the Duke
    to the nuptial. But...
  • They shall be married to-morrow; and I will bid the Duke
    to the nuptial. But, O, how bitter a thing it is to look into
    happiness through another man's eyes! By so much the more shall I
    to-morrow be at the height of heart-heaviness, by how much I
    shall think my brother happy in having what he wishes for.
  • Rosalind. O, I know where you are. Nay, 'tis true. There was never
    any thing so sudden but the fight of two rams and Caesar's
    thrasonical brag of 'I came, saw, and overcame.' For your brother
    and my sister no sooner met but they look'd; no sooner look'd but
    they lov'd; no sooner lov'd but they sigh'd; no sooner sigh'd but
    they ask'd one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but
    they sought the remedy- and in these degrees have they made pair
    of stairs to marriage, which they will climb incontinent, or else
    be incontinent before marriage. They are in the very wrath of
    love, and they will together. Clubs cannot part them.

    Orlando. They shall be married to-morrow; and I will bid the Duke
    to the nuptial. But, O, how bitter a thing it is to look into
    happiness through another man's eyes! By so much the more shall I
    to-morrow be at the height of heart-heaviness, by how much I
    shall think my brother happy in having what he wishes for.

109 V / 2
  • I can live no longer by thinking.
  • I can live no longer by thinking.
  • Rosalind. Why, then, to-morrow I cannot serve your turn for
    Rosalind?

    Orlando. I can live no longer by thinking.

110 V / 2
  • Speak'st thou in sober meanings?
  • Speak'st thou in sober meanings?
  • Rosalind. I will weary you, then, no longer with idle talking. Know
    of me then- for now I speak to some purpose- that I know you are
    a gentleman of good conceit. I speak not this that you should
    bear a good opinion of my knowledge, insomuch I say I know you
    are; neither do I labour for a greater esteem than may in some
    little measure draw a belief from you, to do yourself good, and
    not to grace me. Believe then, if you please, that I can do
    strange things. I have, since I was three year old, convers'd
    with a magician, most profound in his art and yet not damnable.
    If you do love Rosalind so near the heart as your gesture cries
    it out, when your brother marries Aliena shall you marry her. I
    know into what straits of fortune she is driven; and it is not
    impossible to me, if it appear not inconvenient to you, to set
    her before your eyes to-morrow, human as she is, and without any
    danger.

    Orlando. Speak'st thou in sober meanings?

111 V / 2
  • And I for Rosalind.
  • And I for Rosalind.
  • Phebe. And I for Ganymede.

    Orlando. And I for Rosalind.

112 V / 2
  • And I for Rosalind.
  • And I for Rosalind.
  • Phebe. And I for Ganymede.

    Orlando. And I for Rosalind.

113 V / 2
  • And so am I for Rosalind.
  • And so am I for Rosalind.
  • Phebe. And so am I for Ganymede.

    Orlando. And so am I for Rosalind.

114 V / 2
  • If this be so, why blame you me to love you?
  • If this be so, why blame you me to love you?
  • Silvius. If this be so, why blame you me to love you?

    Orlando. If this be so, why blame you me to love you?

115 V / 2
  • To her that is not here, nor doth not hear.
  • To her that is not here, nor doth not hear.
  • Rosalind. Why do you speak too, 'Why blame you me to love you?'

    Orlando. To her that is not here, nor doth not hear.

116 V / 2
  • Nor I. Exeunt
  • Nor I. Exeunt
  • Phebe. Nor I.

    Orlando. Nor I. Exeunt

117 V / 4
  • I sometimes do believe and sometimes do not:
    As those that fear they hope, a...
  • I sometimes do believe and sometimes do not:
    As those that fear they hope, and know they fear.
  • Duke. Dost thou believe, Orlando, that the boy
    Can do all this that he hath promised?

    Orlando. I sometimes do believe and sometimes do not:
    As those that fear they hope, and know they fear.

118 V / 4
  • That would I, were I of all kingdoms king.
  • That would I, were I of all kingdoms king.
  • Rosalind. And you say you will have her when I bring her?

    Orlando. That would I, were I of all kingdoms king.

119 V / 4
  • My lord, the first time that I ever saw him
    Methought he was a brother to yo...
  • My lord, the first time that I ever saw him
    Methought he was a brother to your daughter.
    But, my good lord, this boy is forest-born,
    And hath been tutor'd in the rudiments
    Of many desperate studies by his uncle,
    Whom he reports to be a great magician,
    Obscured in the circle of this forest.
  • Duke. I do remember in this shepherd boy
    Some lively touches of my daughter's favour.

    Orlando. My lord, the first time that I ever saw him
    Methought he was a brother to your daughter.
    But, my good lord, this boy is forest-born,
    And hath been tutor'd in the rudiments
    Of many desperate studies by his uncle,
    Whom he reports to be a great magician,
    Obscured in the circle of this forest.

120 V / 4
  • If there be truth in sight, you are my Rosalind.
  • If there be truth in sight, you are my Rosalind.
  • Duke. If there be truth in sight, you are my daughter.

    Orlando. If there be truth in sight, you are my Rosalind.

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