# As You Like It (1919) Yale/Text/Act IV

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ACT FOURTH
Scene One
[The Forest of Arden]
Enter Rosalind, and Celia, and Jaques.
Jaq. I prithee, pretty youth, let me be better acquainted with thee.
Ros. They say you are a melancholy fellow.
​Jaq. I am so; I do love it better than laugh- ing. 5
Ros. Those that are in extremity of either are abominable fellows, and betray themselves to every modern censure worse than drunkards. 8
Jaq. Why, 'tis good to be sad and say nothing.
Ros. Why, then, 'tis good to be a post.
Jaq. I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation; nor the musician's, which is fantastical; nor the courtier's, which is proud; nor the soldier's, which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, which is politic; nor the lady's, which is 15 nice; nor the lover's, which is all these: but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and in- deed the sundry contemplation of my travels, which, by often rumination, wraps me in a most humorous sadness. 21
Ros. A traveller! By my faith, you have great reason to be sad. I fear you have sold your own lands to see other men's; then, to have seen much and to have nothing, is to have rich eyes and poor hands. 26
Jaq. Yes, I have gained my experience.
Enter Orlando.
Ros. 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!
Orl. Good day, and happiness, dear Rosalind!
​Jaq. Nay then, God be wi' you, an you talk in blank verse. [Exit.]
Ros. 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 38 you that countenance you are; or I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola. 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.
Orl. My fair Rosalind, I come within an hour of my promise. 45
Ros. Break an hour's promise in love! He that will divide a minute into a thousand parts, and break but a part of the thousandth part of a minute in the affairs of love, it may be said of him that Cupid hath clapped him o' the shoulder, but I'll warrant him heart-whole.
Orl. Pardon me, dear Rosalind. 52
Ros. Nay, an you be so tardy, come no more in my sight: I had as lief be wooed of a snail.
Orl. Of a snail!
Ros. 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 wo- man: besides, he brings his destiny with him.
Orl. What's that? 60
Ros. Why, horns; that 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. 64
Orl. Virtue is no horn-maker; and my Rosa- lind is virtuous.
Ros. And I am your Rosalind?
Cel. It pleases him to call you so; but he hath a Rosalind of a better leer than you. 69
Ros. Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in a holiday humour, and like enough to con- sent. What would you say to me now, an I were your very very Rosalind? 73
Orl. I would kiss before I spoke.
Ros. Nay, you were better speak first, and when you were gravelled 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. 80
Orl. How if the kiss be denied?
Ros. Then she puts you to entreaty, and there begins new matter.
Orl. Who could be out, being before his be- loved mistress? 85
Ros. Marry, that should you, if I were your mistress; or I should think my honesty ranker than my wit. 88
Orl. What, of my suit?
Ros. Not out of your apparel, and yet out of your suit. Am not I your Rosalind? 91
Orl. I take some joy to say you are, because I would be talking of her.
​Ros. Well, in her person I say I will not have you.
Orl. Then in mine own person I die. 96
Ros. 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 dashed 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 103 have lived many a fair year, though Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for a hot mid- summer night; for, good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont, and being taken with the cramp was drowned; 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. 112
Orl. I would not have my right Rosalind of this mind; for, I protest, her frown might kill me.
Ros. 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.
Orl. Then love me, Rosalind. 120
Ros. Yes, faith, will I, Fridays and Saturdays and all.
Orl. And wilt thou have me?
Ros. Ay, and twenty such. 124
Orl. What sayest thou?
​Ros. Are you not good?
Orl. I hope so.
Ros. 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, Or- lando. What do you say, sister?
Orl. Pray thee, marry us. 132
Cel. I cannot say the words.
Ros. You must begin,—'Will you, Orlando,'—
Cel. Go to.—Will you, Orlando, have to wife this Rosalind? 136
Orl. I will.
Ros. Ay, but when?
Orl. Why now; as fast as she can marry us.
Ros. Then you must say, 'I take thee, Ro- salind, for wife.' 141
Orl. I take thee, Rosalind, for wife.
Ros. 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, cer- tainly, a woman's thought runs before her ac- tions. 147
Orl. So do all thoughts; they are winged.
Ros. Now tell me how long you would have her after you have possessed her?
Orl. For ever and a day. 151
Ros. Say 'a day,' without the 'ever.' No, no, Orlando; men are April when they woo, De- cember 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 cla- ​morous than a parrot against rain; more new- 158 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 disposed to be merry; I will laugh like a hyen, and that when thou art inclined to sleep.
Orl. But will my Rosalind do so? 164
Ros. By my life, she will do as I do.
Orl. O! but she is wise.
Ros. Or else she could not have the wit to do this: the wiser, the waywarder: make the doors 168 upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the case- ment; shut that, and 'twill out at the key-hole; stop that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney. 172
Orl. A man that hath a wife with such a wit, he might say, 'Wit, whither wilt?'
Ros. Nay, you might keep that check for it till you met your wife's wit going to your neigh- bour's bed. 177
Orl. And what wit could wit have to excuse that?
Ros. 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. 185
Orl. For these two hours, Rosalind, I will leave thee.
Ros. Alas! dear love, I cannot lack thee two hours. 189
​Orl. I must attend the duke at dinner: by two o'clock I will be with thee again.
Ros. 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?
Orl. Ay, sweet Rosalind. 197
Ros. 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. 207
Orl. With no less religion than if thou wert indeed my Rosalind: so, adieu.
Ros. Well, Time is the old justice that ex- amines all such offenders, and let Time try. 211 Adieu. Exit [Orlando].
Cel. You have simply misused our sex in your love-prate: we must have your doublet and hose plucked over your head, and show the world what the bird hath done to her own nest. 216
Ros. O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that thou didst know how many fathom deep I am in love! But it cannot be sounded: my affection hath an unknown bottom, like the bay of Portugal.
​Cel. Or rather, bottomless; that as fast as you pour affection in, it runs out. 222
Ros. No; that same wicked bastard of Venus, that was begot of thought, conceived of spleen, and born of madness, that blind rascally boy that abuses every one's eyes because his own are out, let him be judge how deep I am in love. I'll tell thee, Aliena, I cannot be out of the sight of Orlando: I'll go find a shadow and sigh till he come. 230
Cel. And I'll sleep. Exeunt.
Scene Two
[Another Part of the Forest]
Enter Jaques and Lords, Foresters.
Jaq. Which is he that killed the deer?
[First] Lord. Sir, it was I.
Jaq. Let's present him to the duke, like a Roman conqueror; and it would do well to set the deer's horns upon his head for a branch of victory. Have you no song, forester, for this purpose? 6
[Second] Lord. Yes, sir.
Jaq. Sing it: 'tis no matter how it be in tune so it make noise enough.
Music. Song.
'What shall he have that kill'd the deer? His leather skin and horns to wear. Then sing him home. 12
The rest shall bear this burden.
Take thou no scorn to wear the horn; It was a crest ere thou wast born: Thy father's father wore it, And thy father bore it: 16 The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.'
Exeunt.
Scene Three
[The Forest of Arden]
Enter Rosalind and Celia.
Ros. How say you now? Is it not past two o'clock? And here much Orlando!
Cel. I warrant you, with pure love and a troubled brain, he hath ta'en his bow and ar- 4 rows, and is gone forth to sleep.
Enter Silvius.
Look, who comes here.
Sil. My errand is to you, fair youth. My gentle Phebe did bid me give you this: 8
[Giving a letter.]
I know not the contents; but, as I guess By the stern brow and waspish action Which she did use as she was writing of it, It bears an angry tenour: pardon me; 12 I am but as a guiltless messenger.
Ros. Patience herself would startle at this letter, And play the swaggerer: bear this, bear all: She says I am not fair; that I lack manners; 16 She calls me proud, and that she could not love me Were man as rare as phœnix. 'Od's my will! ​Her love is not the hare that I do hunt: Why writes she so to me? Well, shepherd, well, 20 This is a letter of your own device.
Sil. No, I protest, I know not the contents: Phebe did write it.
Ros.Come, come, you are a fool, And turn'd into the extremity of love. 24 I saw her hand: she has a leathern hand, A freestone-colour'd hand; I verily did think That her old gloves were on, but 'twas her hands: She has a housewife's hand; but that's no matter: 28 I say she never did invent this letter; This is a man's invention, and his hand.
Sil. Sure, it is hers.
Ros. Why, 'tis a boisterous and a cruel style, 32 A style for challengers; why, she defies me, Like Turk to Christian: woman's gentle brain Could not drop forth such giant-rude invention, Such Ethiop words, blacker in their effect 36 Than in their countenance. Will you hear the letter?
Sil. So please you, for I never heard it yet; Yet heard too much of Phebe's cruelty.
Ros. She Phebes me. Mark how the tyrant writes. [Reads.] 40
'Art thou god to shepherd turn'd, That a maiden's heart hath burn'd?'
Can a woman rail thus?
Sil. Call you this railing? 44
Ros. [reads.]
'Why, thy godhead laid apart, Warr'st thou with a woman's heart?'
Did you ever hear such railing?
'Whiles the eye of man did woo me, 48 That could do no vengeance to me.'
Meaning me a beast.
'If the scorn of your bright eyne Have power to raise such love in mine, 52 Alack! in me what strange effect Would they work in mild aspect. Whiles you chid me, I did love; How then might your prayers move! 56 He that brings this love to thee Little knows this love in me; And by him seal up thy mind; Whether that thy youth and kind 60 Will the faithful offer take Of me and all that I can make; Or else by him my love deny, And then I'll study how to die.' 64
Sil. Call you this chiding?
Cel. Alas, poor shepherd!
Ros. Do you pity him? no, he deserves no pity. Wilt thou love such a woman? What, to 68 make thee an instrument and play false strains upon thee! not to be endured! Well, go your way to her, for I see love hath made thee a tame snake, and say this to her: that if she love me, 72 I charge her to love thee: if she will not, I will never have her, unless thou entreat for her. If you be a true lover, hence, and not a word, for here comes more company. Exit Silvius.
Enter Oliver.
Oli. Good morrow, fair ones. Pray you if you know, 77 Where in the purlieus of this forest stands A sheepcote fenc'd about with olive-trees.
Cel. West of this place, down in the neighbour bottom: 80 The rank of osiers by the murmuring stream Left on your right hand brings you to the place. But at this hour the house doth keep itself; There's none within. 84
Oli. If that an eye may profit by a tongue, Then should I know you by description; Such garments, and such years: 'The boy is fair, Of female favour, and bestows himself 88 Like a ripe sister: the woman low, And browner than her brother.' Are not you The owner of the house I did inquire for?
Cel. It is no boast, being ask'd, to say, we are. 92
Oli. Orlando doth commend him to you both, And to that youth he calls his Rosalind He sends this bloody napkin. Are you he?
Ros. I am: what must we understand by this? 96
Oli. Some of my shame; if you will know of me What man I am, and how, and why, and where This handkercher was stain'd.
Cel.I pray you, tell it.
Oli. When last the young Orlando parted from you 100 He left a promise to return again ​Within an hour; and, pacing through the forest, Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy, Lo, what befell! he threw his eye aside, 104 And mark what object did present itself: Under an old oak, whose boughs were moss'd with age, And high top bald with dry antiquity, A wretched ragged man, o'ergrown with hair, 108 Lay sleeping on his back: about his neck A green and gilded snake had wreath'd itself, Who with her head nimble in threats approach'd The opening of his mouth; but suddenly, 112 Seeing Orlando, it unlink'd itself, And with indented glides did slip away Into a bush; under which bush's shade A lioness, with udders all drawn dry, 116 Lay couching, head on ground, with catlike watch, When that the sleeping man should stir; for 'tis The royal disposition of that beast To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead: 120 This seen, Orlando did approach the man, And found it was his brother, his elder brother.
Cel. O! I have heard him speak of that same brother; And he did render him the most unnatural 124 That liv'd 'mongst men.
Oli.And well he might so do, For well I know he was unnatural.
Ros. But, to Orlando: did he leave him there, Food to the suck'd and hungry lioness? 128
Oli. Twice did he turn his back and purpos'd so; ​But kindness, nobler ever than revenge, And nature, stronger than his just occasion, Made him give battle to the lioness, 132 Who quickly fell before him: in which hurtling From miserable slumber I awak'd.
Cel. Are you his brother?
Ros.Was it you he rescu'd?
Cel. Was 't you that did so oft contrive to kill him? 136
Oli. 'Twas I; but 'tis not I. I do not shame To tell you what I was, since my conversion So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am.
Ros. But, for the bloody napkin?
Oli.By and by. 140 When from the first to last, betwixt us two, Tears our recountments had most kindly bath'd, As how I came into that desert place:— In brief, he led me to the gentle duke, 144 Who gave me fresh array and entertainment, Committing me unto my brother's love; Who led me instantly unto his cave, There stripp'd himself; and here, upon his arm 148 The lioness had torn some flesh away, Which all this while had bled; and now he fainted, And cried, in fainting, upon Rosalind. Brief, I recover'd him, bound up his wound; 152 And, after some small space, being strong at heart, He sent me hither, stranger as I am, To tell this story, that you might excuse His broken promise; and to give this napkin, 156 Dy'd in his blood, unto the shepherd youth That he in sport doth call his Rosalind.
​Cel. [Rosalind swoons.] Why, how now, Ganymede! sweet Ganymede!
Oli. Many will swoon when they do look on blood. 160
Cel. There is more in it. Cousin! Ganymede!
Oli. Look, he recovers.
Ros. I would I were at home.
Cel.We'll lead you thither. I pray you, will you take him by the arm? 164
Oli. Be of good cheer, youth. You a man! You lack a man's heart.
Ros. I do so, I confess it. Ah, sirrah! a body would think this was well counterfeited. I pray you, tell your brother how well I counterfeited. Heigh-ho! 170
Oli. This was not counterfeit: there is too great testimony in your complexion that it was a passion of earnest. 173
Ros. Counterfeit, I assure you.
Oli. Well then, take a good heart and coun- terfeit to be a man.
Ros. So I do; but, i' faith, I should have been a woman by right.
Cel. Come; you look paler and paler: pray you, draw homewards. Good sir, go with us. 180
Oli. That will I, for I must bear answer back How you excuse my brother, Rosalind.
Ros. I shall devise something. But, I pray you, commend my counterfeiting to him. Will you go? Exeunt.
Footnotes to Act IV
Scene One
​8 censure: judgment, opinion; cf. n. 12 emulation: i.e., envy of other scholars superior mental attainments 16 nice: trivial, or dainty 18 simples: ingredients (literally, 'herbs') 21 humorous: whimsical ​36 lisp: i.e., talk with the affectation of a foreign accent disable: disparage 38 nativity: place of birth 40 swam . . . gondola; cf. n. 58 jointure: marriage portion 61 fain: i.e., glad under the circumstances, obliged 62 beholding: beholden ​63 prevents: anticipates 69 leer: complexion, countenance 76 gravelled: nonplused 78 out: i.e., out of material 79 God warn us: God keep us 80 cleanliest shift: cleverest device 87 ranker: more excessive ​97 attorney: proxy 100 videlicet: namely Troilus; cf. n. 103 patterns: models Leander; cf. n. 109 chroniclers; cf. n. 113 right: true ​135 Go to: here an ejaculation of assent 145 there's . . . goes; cf. n. ​158 against: in expectation of new-fangled: fond of what is new 161 Diana . . . fountain; cf. n. 163 hyen: hyena 168 make: bar 174 'Wit . . . wilt'; cf. n. 175 check: rebuke 184 husband's occasion; cf. n. ​195 cast away: forsaken 199 mend: amend 202 pathetical: 'miserable' (?) 205 gross: whole 208 religion: fidelity 211 Time try: i.e., prove your fidelity 213 simply: completely misused: reviled 216 bird . . . nest; cf. n. 220 bay of Portugal; cf. n. ​224 thought: melancholy spleen: impulse
Scene Two
​S. d. Lords, Foresters: (Lords dressed as foresters) 5 branch; cf. n. S. d. The . . . burden; cf. n.
Scene Three
​18 phœnix; cf. n. ​25 hand: handwriting 26 freestone-colour'd: brick-colored 34 Turk to Christian; cf. n. 35 giant-rude: excessively rude 36 Ethiop: dark 45 laid apart: put away ​49 vengeance: mischief, harm 51 eyne: archaic plural of 'eye' 54 aspect; cf. n. 59 seal . . . mind: express thy mind 60 thy youth and kind: i.e., thy youthful nature 69 instrument . . . strains: i.e., use thee for her own purposes and at the same time deceive thee 72 snake: a term of contempt for a wretched fellow ​77 Pray: I pray 78 purlieus: tracts of land on the border of a forest 80 neighbour bottom: neighboring valley 81 rank of osiers: row of willow trees 88 favour: features bestows himself: carries himself 89 ripe: grown up low: i.e., in stature 95 napkin: handkerchief ​104 threw . . . aside: directed his eye to one side 110 gilded: i.e., of a golden color 113 unlink'd: uncoiled 114 indented glides: i.e., gliding in a zigzag line 117 couching: crouched for a spring 119 royal; cf. n. 124 render: describe ​130 kindness: tenderness 131 just occasion: provocation 133 hurtling: clashing tumult 136 contrive: plot 142 recountments: recitals 152 recover'd: brought back to consciousness ​173 passion of earnest: real indisposition