All language subtitles for NT Live As You Like It Part Two the Play ENG SWE LEV

This evening's beginners' call for the pre-show
will be called at the quarter

This is your half hour call, thank you

I play Touchstone. who is the clown.
one of Shakespeare's clowns.

And apparently he's one of the hardest characters
in any Shakespeare play.

And I wish I'd known that before I took the part!

I always had this idea of Touchstone
being a kind of big bear of a man.

A kind of Lothario. kind of drunken

So he's quite... sloppy

I think Rosalind and Celia
are actually two very different people.

As in they're very different from each other. but
I think because of that they make a very good duo

They're a good team
- Yeah...

And they clash. but they love each other.

And it all stems from the fad that
they have very different outlooks on life

I'm playing Jaques, who's often referred to as
'the melancholy Jaques' - he is in the play anyway

We've got an idea of what melancholy is now.
which is all slightly depressive.

And, you know, we've got a modem sense of it,

but back in Elizabethan times
it had a very different meaning

And it can mean something as simple as just
straying from the herd and wanting to be alone.

Whim he does

And ultimately, their differences
are the reason why I think they're best friends

That one
- What she said

But she's funnier, so...
I mean Rosalind's a bk more of a stress-head

I think Celia's just actually
ultimately a better person

I think that's true too
- I think maybe I feel like this in life about Patsy

I think personally he's melancholy
because this is his hair

Well, this is my hair in the show

I don't want to give away too much but.
you mow. it is the talk of the town. that wig

I would prefer it if this was his hair, because...

That would weer up anyone's day, wouldn't it?
- It would, wouldn't it? I think so...

...sort of Mid! Hucknall

I think there is a parallel
between Jaques and Touchstone.

In that they're both quite cynical
about the worlds they're in.

And cynical about romantic love
and the idea of romantic love,

and they like to undercut people's arguments.

And particularly anything
that is a bit candy-coated and rose-tinted

Jaques... I literally sense he's
fallen in love with the fool to some extent.

And he says atone point
that he wants to become a fool,

because of the freedom that they have
and the fad that he can speak his mind

I think that's a hugely attractive thing to anyone

I admire Rosalind's sort of headstrong-mass.
and also - if that's a phrase -

I really like the way she speaks her mind

I think it's quite difficult to speak your mind and not
really care what anyone thinks about what you say

And whether that makes her
very likeable or not I'm not sure.

But she's certainly somebody
who has got a big pair of balls

Celia is... what I love about her is
she's loyal, and I find that very inspiring

The way she gives up and sacrifices everything
for her best friend is romantic,

but I also love how smart she is

They're smart ladies
- Smart ladies!

I think everybody prepares for the show
in a very different way

I mean, I tend to do a lot of Tai Chi,
eat some rice, some hot rice

I'll do some mediation and generally,

because I was on 'Strictly'.
I'll do quite a lot of dancing round the corridors

He's just making it up

Dustin Hoffman always said.
the most important thing for his characters -

he started from the shoes up

Now I want to show you my shoes

Aren't they delightful? They remind me of
a pair of those Pringles socks that people wear

I like to approach the character through food.

So I've been eating a lot of melons and cauliflower,
in the hope that together I will find melan-choly

That's a good 939!

I've never come across this before in my life.
but it's amazing

It's to stop my head sweating too much and
therefore making the wig very difficult to attach.

And apparently it has a very fine pedigree

I was told my friend Ben Cumberbatch used it
in his last show, so I feel like I'm in safe hands

So if both our faces burn off. then we'll mow why

I think the second half of the play is where.
I'd say. quite a lot of the fun happens

It's sort of... the game certainly
between Rosalind and Orlando unravels itself.

And maybe the exasperation of Celia at Rosalind

It's such a good play. As You Like It.
It's such a lot of fun.

Especially the second half. because the way we've
done the second half. as you're going to see.

It's really quick-fire.
almost sort of like a sitcom. farcical in a way.

So it really fits in well with some of the stuff
we've done with the character.

And I hope everyone enjoys it!

Ladies and gentlemen
of the As You Like “company,

this IS your ml! to the rear stage please

Oh, that's handy
- That's us

End of interview
- And CUT

Never talk to me: I will weep

Do. I prithee. but yet have the grace to consider
that tears do not become a man

But why did he swear he would come this morning,
and comes not'!

Nay. certainly. there is no truth in him
- Do you think so?

Yes, I think he is not a pink-purse nor a horse-stealer

But for his verity in love. I do think him
as concave as an empty goblet or a worm-eaten nut

Not true in love?
- Yes. when he is in. but I think he is not in

You have heard him swear downright he was

Was' is not 'is'. Besides, the oath of a lover
is no stronger than the word of a drunkard:

they are both the confirmed of false reckonings

He attends here in the forest on the duke your father

I met the duke yesterday and had much question with him.
He asked me of what parentage I was

I told him, of as good as he,
so he laughed and let me go

But what talk we of fathers.
when there is such a man as Orlando?

O, that's a brave man! He writes brave verses, speaks
brave words, swears brave oaths and breaks them bravely

Mistress and master. you have oft inquired
After the shepherd that complained of love.

Who praised the proud disdainful shepherdess
That was his mistress

Well. and what of him?
- If you will see a pageant truly played...

'Between the pale complexion of true love
And the red glow of scorn and proud disdain.

Go hence a little: will you mark it?

O, come. let us remove:
The sight of lovers feedeth those in love

Sweet Phoebe. do not scorn me. do not. Phoebe

Say that you love me not.
but say not so in bitterness

The common executioner.
Whose heart th'accustomed sight of death makes hard.

Falls not the axe upon the humbled neck
But first begs pardon

Will you sterner be
Than he that dies and lives by bloody drops?

I would not be thy executioner.
I fly thee. for I would not injure thee

Thou tell'st me there is murder in mine eye

'Tis pretty, sure, and very probable,
That eyes, that are the frailest and softest things,

Who shut their coward gates on atomies.
Should be called tyrants. butchers. murderers

Now I do frown on thee with all my heart.
And if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill thee

Now counterfeit to swoon. why now fall down:

Or if thou canst not, O, for shame, for shame,
Lie not, to say mine eyes are murderers

Come, show the wound mine eye hath made in thee:

Scratch thee but with a pin. and there remains
Some scar of it. Lean but upon a rush.

The cicatrice and capable impressure
Thy palm some moment keeps

But now mine eyes.
Which I have darted at thee. hurt thee not.

Nor, I am sure, there is no force in eyes
That can do hurt

O dear Phoebe, if ever - as that ever may be near -
You meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy.

Then shall you know the wounds invisible
That love's keen arrows make

But till that time. come not thou near me

And when that time comes.
Afflict me with thy mocks. pity me not.

As till that time I shall not pity thee

And why, I pray you? Who might be your mother,

That you insult. exult. and all at once.
Over the wretched?

What though you have no beauty:
Must you be therefore proud and pitiless?

Why, what means this?

'Od's my little life.
I think she means to tangle my eyes too

No. faith. proud mistress. hope not after it

'Tis not your inky brow. your black silk hair.
Your bugle eyeball. nor your cheek of cream.

That can entame my spirits to your worship

You foolish shepherd. wherefore do you follow her.
Like foggy south. puffing with wind and rain?

You are a thousand times a properer man
Than she a woman

'Tis sum fools as you
That make the world full of ill-favoured children

But mistress, know yourself: down on your knees,
And thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love

For I must tell you friendly in your ear,
Sell when you can, you are not for all markets

Cry the man mercy. love him. take his offer:
Foul is most foul. being foul to be a scoffer

So take her to thee, shepherd. Fare you well

Sweet youth, I pray you (hide a year together:
I had rather hear you (hide than this man woo

I pray you do not fall in love with me.
For I am falser than vows made in wine

Besides, I like you not

Will you go. sister? Shepherd. ply her hard.
Come. sister

Shepherdess, look on him better,
And be not proud

Though all the world could see,
None could be so abused in sight as he

Come. to our flock

Dead Shepherd, now I find thy saw of might:
Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?'

I were better to be married here than elsewhere:
for here they are not like to many me well,

and not being well married. it will be a good excuse
for me hereafter to leave my wife

Come apace, good Audrey.
I will fetch up your goats. Audrey

And how, Audrey, am I the man yet'!
Doth my simple feature content you?

Your features? Lord warrant us! What features?

When a man's verses cannot be understood. it strikes
a man more dead than a great reckoning in a little room

Truly, I would the gods had made thee poetical

I do not know what 'poetical' is.
Is it honest in word and deed? Is it a true thing?

No. truly. for the truest poetry is the most feigning.
and lovers are given to poetry:

and what they do swear in poetry
may be said as lovers they do feign

Do you wish then that the gods had made me poetical?

I do truly. for thou swear'st to me thou art honest

Now, if thou wert a poet,
I might have some hope thou didst feign

Would you not have me honest'!
- No, truly, unless thou wert hard-favoured

For honesty coupled to beauty
is to have honey a sauce to sugar

Well. I am not fair.
and therefore I pray the gods make me honest

Truly. and to cast away honesty upon a foul slut
were to put good meat into an unclean dish

lam not a slut, though I thank the gods I am foul

Well, praised be the gods for thy foulness:
sluttishness may come hereafter

But be it as it may be, I will many thee

Well, the gods give us joy!

I prithee. pretty youth.
let me be better acquainted with thee

They say you are a melancholy fellow

lam so: 'tis good to be sad and say nothing

Why then, 'tis good to be a post

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 nice.
nor the lover's. which is all of these:

but it is a melancholy of mine own.

Compounded of many reasons.
extracted from many objects.

And indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels,

in whim my often rumination
wraps me in a most humorous sadness

A traveller!
By my faith. you have great reason to be sad

To have seen much and to have nothing
is to have rich eyes and poor hands

Yes, I have gained my experience

Good day and happiness, dear Rosalind!

Nay, then, goodbye

You talk in blank verse

Farewell, Monsieur Traveller

Why, how now, Orlando,
where have you been all this while?

You a lover? if you serve me such another trick.
never come in my sight more

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

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'th'shoulder. but I'll warrant him heart-whole

Pardon me, dear Rosalind

Silvius. the time was that I hated thee:
And yet it is not that I bear thee love.

But since that thou canst talk of love so well,

Thy company. which erst was irksome to me.
I will endure: and I'll employ thee too

But do not look for further recompense
Than thine own gladness that thou art employed

So holy and so perfect is my love.
And I in such a poverty of grace.

That I shall think it a most plenteous mop...

...To glean the broken ears after the man
That the main harvest reaps

Loose now and then
A scattered smile, and that I'll live upon

Know'st thou the youth that spoke to me erewhile?

Not very well, but I have met him oft,

And he hath bought the cottage and the bounds
That I once hoped to be the master of

Think not I love him, though I ask for him

'Tis but a peevish boy, yet he talks well:
But what care I for words?

It is a pretty youth, not very pretty,
But sure he's proud, and yet his pride becomes him

He'll make a proper man. The best thing in him
ls his complexion

And faster than his tongue
Did make offence. his eye did heal it up

He is not very tall, yet for his years he's tall

His leg is but so-so, and yet... 'tis well

There was a pretty redness in his lip,

A little riper and more lusty red
Than that mixed in his cheek

There be some women, Silvius,
had they marked him in parcels as I did,

would have gone near to fall in love with him.
But. for my part. I love him not nor hate him not

And yet have more cause to hate him than to love him:
For what had he to do to chide at me?

He said mine eyes were black and my hair black.
And. now I am remembered. scorned at me

I marvel why I answered not again

But that's all one: omittance is no quittance

I'll write to him a very taunting letter.
And thou shalt bear it. Wilt thou. Silvius?

Phoebe. with all my heart

I'll write it straight:
The matter's in my head and in my heart

I will be bitter with him and passing short.
Go with me. Silvius

Nay, if you be so tardy, come no more in my sight

I had rather be wooed of a snail
- Of a snail?

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

But 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,
if I were your very very Rosalind?

I would kiss before I spoke
- Nay, you were better speak first,

and when you were gravelled for lad! of matter,
you might take occasion to kiss

How if the kiss be denied?

Then she puts you to entreaty,
and there begins new matter

Am not I your Rosalind?

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

Well, in her person, I say I will not have you

Then. in mine own person. I die
- No. faith. die by attorney

The poor world is almost six thousand years old,
and in all this time not any man died 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 have lived many a fair year,
though Hero had turned nun,

if it had not been for a hot midsummer night

For he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont
and being taken with the cramp was drowned

But all these are lies: men have died from time to time
and worms have eaten them, but not for love

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

By this hand. it will not kill a fly

But come. now I will be your Rosalind
in a more coming-on disposition

Ask me what you will. I will grant it

Then love me, Rosalind

Yes. faith. will I. Fridays and Saturdays and all

And wilt thou have me?
- Ay... and twenty sum

What sayest thou?
- Are you not good?

I hope so
- Why then. can one desire too much of a good thing?

Come, sister, you shall be the priest and many us.
Give me your hand, Orlando. What do you say, sister?

Pray thee many us
- I cannot say the words

You must begin. Will you. Orlando...'
- Go to

Will you. Orlando. have to wife this Rosalind?

I will
- Ay, but when?

Why now, as fast as she can marry us
- Then you must say 'I take thee, Rosalind, for wife'

I take thee, Rosalind, for wife
- I do take thee, Orlando, for my husband

There's a girl goes before the priest!

Now tell me, how long would you have her
after you have possessed her?

For ever and a day
- 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 soak-pigeon over his hen,

more clamorous than a parrot against the rain.

More new-fangled than an ape,
more giddy in my desires than a monkey

I will weep for nothing,
and I will do that when you are disposed to be merry

I will laugh like a hyena.
and that when thou art inclined to sleep

But will my Rosalind do so?
- By my life, she will do as I do

O, but she is wise

Or else she could not have the wit to do this:
the wiser. the waywarder

Make 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

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

Nay. you might keep that check for it till you met
your wife's wit going to your neighbour's bed

And what wit could wit have to excuse that?
- 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

For these two hours, Rosalind, I will leave thee
- Alas, dear love, I cannot lad! thee two hours

I must attend the duke at dinner.
By two o'clock I will be with thee again

Ay, go your ways, go your ways

I knew what you would prove:
my friends told me as mum, 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?
- Ay. sweet 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

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

Well. time is the old justice that examines
all such offenders. and let time try. Adieu

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

O coz, coz, coz. my pretty little coz,
that thou didst mow how many fathom deep I am in love!

But it cannot be sounded: my affection hath
an unknown bottom. like the Bay of Portugal

Or rather. bottomless.
that as fast as you pour affection in. it runs out

No. 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

And I'll sleep

Audrey. there is a youth here in the forest
lays claim to you

Ay, I know who 'tis: he hath no interest in me
in the world. Here comes the man you mean

It is meat and drink to me to see a down

By my troth.
we that have good wits have much to answer for

We shall be flouting: we cannot hold

Good evening, Audrey

God ye good even. William

And good evening to you, sir
- Good even, gentle friend

How old are you, friend?
- Five and twenty, sir

A ripe age. ls thy name William?
- William. sir

A fair name. Wast born i'th'forest here?
- Ay, sir, I thank God

'Thank God'. A good answer. Art rich?
- Faith. sir. so-so

'So-so' is good, very good, very excellent good.
And yet it is not, it is but so-so

Art thou wise?
- Ay, sir, I have a pretty wit

Why, thou sayest well. I do now remember a saying:

The fool doth think he is wise,
but the wise man knows himself to be a fool'

You do love this maid?
- I do, sir

Art thou learned?
- No. sir

Then learn this of me: all your writers do consent
that ipse is he. Now, you are not ipse, for I am he

Which he. sir?
- He. sir. that must marry this woman

Therefore, you down, abandon -
whim in the vulgar is 'leave' -

the society - which in the boorish is 'company' -
of this female - which in the common is 'woman' -

which together is: abandon the society of this female.
or. clown. thou perishest

Or, to thy better understanding, diest

Or, to wit, I kill thee, make thee away,
translate thy life into death

I will deal in poison with thee. or in steel:
I will bandy with thee in faction

I will o'errun thee with policy:
I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways

Go. good William
- God rest you merry. sir

Trip, Audrey, trip, Audrey. I attend, I attend

How say you now? Is it not past two o'clock?
And here much Orlando!

I warrant you. with pure love and troubled brain.
he is gone forth to sleep

Look, who comes here

My errand is to you, fair youth.
My gentle Phoebe bid me give you this

I mow 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 tenor

Pardon me. I am but as a guiltless messenger

Patience herself would startle at this letter:
Can a woman rail thus?

She says I am not fair. that I lack manners

She calls me proud, and that she could not love me,
Were man as rare as phoenix

'Od's my will! Why writes she so to me?
Mark how the tyrant writes:

'Art thou god to shepherd turned,
That a maiden's heart hath burned?'

Call you this railing?

'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...'

'...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'

Call you this chiding?
- Alas. poor shepherd!

Do you pity him? No. he deserves no pity.
Wilt thou love such a woman?

What, to 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. 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

Good morrow, fair ones: pray you, if you know,

Where in the purlieus of this forest stands...

...A sheep-cote fenced about with olive trees?

West of this place, down in the neighbour bottom

The bank of willows 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

if that an eye may profit by a tongue.
Then should I mow you by description.

Sum garments and sum years:

'The boy is fair. of female favour.
and bestows himself like a ripe sister'

The woman low. and browner than her brother'

Are not you the owners of the house I did inquire for?
- It is no boast, being asked, to say we are

Orlando doth commend him to you both,

And to that youth he calls his Rosalind
He sends this bloody napkin

Are you he?
- I am. What must we understand by this?

Some of my shame, if you will know of me
What man I am,

and how, and why, and where
This handkercher was stained

I pray you. tell it

When last the young Orlando parted from you.
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.
And mark what object did present itself:

Under an old oak. whose boughs were mossed with age.

A wretched ragged man, o'ergrown with hair.
Lay sleeping on his back

About his neck
A green and gilded snake had wreathed itself.

Who with her head nimble in threats approached
The opening of his mouth

But suddenly.
Seeing Orlando. it unlinked itself.

And with indented glides did slip away
Into a bush:

under which bush's shade a lioness.
with udders all drawn dry. 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

This seen. Orlando did approach the man.
And found it was his brother. his elder brother

O, I have heard him speak of that same brother,

And he did render him the most unnatural
That lived amongst men

And well he might so do,
For well I know he was unnatural

But to Orlando: did he leave him there.
Food to the sucked and hungry lioness?

Twice did he tum his bad! and purposed so,

But kindness. nobler ever than revenge.
And nature. stronger than his just occasion.

Made him give battle to the lioness.
Who quickly fell before him:

in whim hurtling
From miserable slumber I awaked

Are you his brother?
- Was't you he rescued?

Was't you that did so oft contrive to kill him?

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

But, for the bloody napkin?

By and by. When from the first to last betwixt us two
Tears our recountments had most kindly bathed.

As how I came into that desert place,
He led me instantly unto his cave,

There stripped himself, and here upon his arm
The lioness had tom some flesh away,

Which all this while had bled: and now he fainted
And cried. in fainting. upon Rosalind

Brief, I recovered him, bound up his wound,
And after some small space, being strong at heart,

He sent me hit her, stranger as I am,
To tell this story,

that you might excuse his broken promise.
and to give this napkin. dyed in his blood.

Unto the shepherd youth
That he in sport doth call his Rosalind

Why, how now, Ganymede? Sweet Ganymede!
- Many will swoon when they do look on blood

There is more in it. Cousin Ganymede!
- Look, he recovers

I would I were at home

We'll lead you thither.
I pray you. will you take him by the arm?

Be of good cheer. youth.
You a man! You lack a man's heart

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!

This was not counterfeit: there is too great testimony
in your complexion that it was a passion of earnest

Counterfeit. I assure you

Well then. take a good heart and counterfeit to be a man

So I do. But, i'faith,
I should have been a woman by right

Come. you look paler and paler.
Pray you draw homewards. Good sir. go with us

That will I. for I must bear answer back
How you excuse my brother. Rosalind

I shall devise something: but I pray you
commend my counterfeiting to him

Will you go?

Tomorrow is the joyful day, Audrey:
tomorrow will we be married

I do desire it with all my heart,

and I hope it is no dishonest desire
to desire to be a woman of the world

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?

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 our father's house
and all the estate that was old Sir Rowland's...

...will I give up to you,
and here live and die a shepherd

You have my consent

Let your wedding be tomorrow: thither will I
invite the duke and all his contented followers

Go you and prepare Aliena:
for look you, here comes my Rosalind

God save you. brother
- And you. fair 'sister'

O my dear Orlando, how it grieves me
to see thee wear thy heart in a scarf!

It is my arm

I thought thy heart had been wounded
with the claws of a lion

Wounded it is. but with the eyes of a lady

Did your brother tell you how I counterfeited to swoon
when he showed me your handkerchief?

Ay, and greater wonders than that

O, I know where you are: nay, 'tis true

For your brother and my sister
no sooner met but they looked,

no sooner looked but they loved.
no sooner loved but they sighed.

No sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason.
no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy

And in these degrees
have they made a 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: dubs cannot part them

They shall be married tomorrow,
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 mum the more shall I tomorrow
be at the height of heart-heaviness,

by how much I shall think my brother happy
in having what he wishes for

Why then. tomorrow I cannot serve your turn
for Rosalind?

I can live no longer by thinking

I will weary you then no longer with idle talking

Know of me then. for now I speak to some purpose.
that I can do strange things

I have. since I was three year old, conversed 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 many 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 tomorrow.
human as she is. and without any danger

Speak'st thou in sober meanings?

By my life. I do. which I tender dearly.
though I say I am a magician

Therefore, put you in your best array, bid your friends

For if you will be married tomorrow, you shall:
and to Rosalind, if you will

Youth...
- Look, here comes a lover of mine and a lover of hers

You have done me much ungentleness.
To show the letter that I writ to you

I care not if I have

You are there followed by a faithful shepherd.
Look upon him. love him: he worships you

Good shepherd. tell this youth what 'tis to love

it is to be all made of sighs and tears:

And so am I for Phoebe
- And I for Ganymede

And I for Rosalind
- And I for no woman

it is to be all made of faith and service:

And so am I for Phoebe
- And I for Ganymede

And I for Rosalind
- And I for no woman

it is to be all made of fantasy.
All made of passion and all made of wishes.

All adoration, duty, and observance,
All humbleness, all patience and impatience,

All purity. all trial. all observance:

And so am I for Phoebe
- And so am I for Ganymede

And so am I for Rosalind
- And so am I for no woman

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

If this be so, why blame you me to love you?
- Who do you speak to? Why blame you me to love you?'

To her that is not here. nor doth not hear

Pray you, no more of this.
'Tis like the howling of Irish wolves against the moon

I will help you if I can. I would love you, if I could

Tomorrow meet me all together

I will many you, if ever I many woman,
and I'll be married tomorrow

I will satisfy you, if ever I satisfied man,
and you shall be married tomorrow

I will content you, if what pleases you contents you,
and you shall be married tomorrow

As you love Rosalind, meet: as you love Phoebe, meet:
and as I love no woman, I'll meet

So fare you well: I have left you commands
- I'll not fail, if I live

Nor I
- Nor I

Dost thou believe. Orlando. that the boy
Can do all this that he hath promised?

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

Patience once more. whiles our oaths are reaffirmed

You say, if I bring in your Rosalind,
You will bestow her on Orlando here?

That would I. had I kingdoms to give with her

And you say. you will have her. when I bring her?
- That would I. were I of all kingdoms king

You say, you'll many me, if I be willing?
- That will I, should I die the hour after

But if you do refuse to many me,
You'll give yourself to this most faithful shepherd?

So is the bargain

You say, that you'll have Phoebe, if she will?
- Though to have her and death were both one thing

I have promised to make all this matter even

Keep you your word. 0 duke. to give your daughter:
You yours. Orlando. to receive his daughter

Keep you your word, Phoebe, that you'll many me,
Or else refusing me, to wed this shepherd

Keep your word. Silvius. that you'll marry her
if she refuse me

And from hence I go,
To make these doubts all even

I do remember in this shepherd boy
Some lively touches of my daughter's favour

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 tutored in the rudiments
Of many desperate studies by his uncle.

Whom he reports to be a great magician.
Obscurèd in the circle of this forest

There is, sure, another flood toward,
and these couples are coming to the ark

Here comes a pair of very strange beasts,
whim in all tongues are called fools

Greeting and salutation to you all!

Good my lord. bid him welcome: this is the motley-minded
gentleman that I have so often met in the forest

He hath been a courtier, he swears
- If any man doubt that, let him put me to my purgation

I have trod a measure, I have flattered a lady,

I have been politic with my friend.
smooth with mine enemy.

I have undone three tailors,
I have had four quarrels, and like to have fought one

Good my lord, like this fellow
- I like him very well

God 'ild you, sir, I desire you of the like

I press in here, sir,
amongst the rest of the country copulatives,

to swear and to forswear,
according as marriage binds and blood breaks,

A poor virgin, sir,
an ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own

'Tis a poor humour of mine, sir,
to take that that no man else will

Rich honesty dwells like a miser. sir. in a poor house.
as your pearl in your foul oyster

ls not this a rare fellow, my lord?
He's as good at anything and yet a fool

He uses his folly like a stalking-horse,
and under the presentation of that he shoots his wit

Then is there mirth in heaven,

When earthly things made even
Atone together

Good duke, receive thy daughter

To you I give myself, for I am yours

To you I give myself, for I am yours

if there be truth in sight. you are my daughter

if there be truth in sight. you are my Rosalind

If sight and shape be hue,
Why then, my love adieu!

I'll have no father, if you be not he

I'll have no husband, if you be not he

Nor ne'er wed woman, if you be not she

Peace, ho! I bar confusion

'Tis I must make conclusion
To these most strange events

Here's eight that must take hands
To join in wedding bands,

if truth holds true contents

Whiles a wedlock-hymn we sing.
Feed your mind with questioning.

That reason wonder may diminish
How thus we met, and these things finish

Honour, riches, marriage-blessing

You and you are sure together,
As the winter to foul weather

Long continuance, and increasing

You to his love must accord.
Or take a woman to your lord

Hourly joys be still upon you

You and you are heart in heart

Hymen sings his blessings on you

You and you no moss shall part

Spring come to you at the farthest
In the very end of harvest

Scarcity and want shall shun you:
Hymen's blessing so is on you

O my dear niece, welcome thou an to me!
Even daughter, welcome, in no less degree