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As You Like It
Act 2, scene 3

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In As You Like It, witty words and romance play out against the disputes of divided pairs of brothers. Orlando’s older…

Act 1, scene 1

Orlando demands that his elder brother Oliver give him part of the money left by their father. Oliver decides to…

Act 1, scene 2

Orlando wins the wrestling match and, at the same time, wins the heart of Rosalind, daughter of the legitimate duke,…

Act 1, scene 3

Duke Frederick suddenly decides to banish Rosalind. His daughter Celia, determined to go with Rosalind into exile, suggests that they…

Act 2, scene 1

In the Forest of Arden, the banished duke (Duke Senior) and the courtiers who share his exile discuss their life…

Act 2, scene 2

Duke Frederick, discovering Celia’s disappearance, suspects Orlando. He sends servants to bring Orlando to court.

Act 2, scene 3

Orlando learns from Adam, an old servant, that Oliver plans to kill Orlando. Adam and Orlando decide to go in…

Act 2, scene 4

Rosalind, Celia, and Touchstone reach the Forest of Arden. Rosalind is in disguise as a boy named Ganymede and Celia…

Act 2, scene 5

Amiens’ song celebrating life in the woods is mocked by Jaques’ parody of the song.

Act 2, scene 6

Orlando leaves Adam, near starvation, under a tree and goes off determined to find food.

Act 2, scene 7

As Duke Senior and his companions sit down to eat, Orlando enters, demanding food. Welcomed by the duke, he brings…

Act 3, scene 1

Duke Frederick gives Oliver one year to produce Orlando. In the interim, he seizes Oliver’s lands.

Act 3, scene 2

Orlando hangs poems in praise of Rosalind on trees in the forest, where Rosalind and Celia find them. In disguise…

Act 3, scene 3

Touchstone, desiring a goat-keeper named Audrey, has arranged for a country priest to marry them in the woods. Jaques persuades…

Act 3, scene 4

Corin invites “Ganymede” and “Aliena” to observe the lovelorn Silvius as Silvius courts the disdainful Phoebe.

Act 3, scene 5

“Ganymede” intervenes to try to help Silvius prevail over Phoebe and win her love. Instead, Phoebe falls in love with…

Act 4, scene 1

Rosalind, as Ganymede, pretends to be Rosalind while Orlando courts her. With Celia as priest, they go through the beginning…

Act 4, scene 2

Duke Senior’s courtiers celebrate their having killed a deer.

Act 4, scene 3

Phoebe sends “Ganymede” a letter offering herself in marriage. As Rosalind and Celia wait for Orlando, they learn that he…

Act 5, scene 1

Touchstone verbally overpowers William, a rival for Audrey’s love.

Act 5, scene 2

Orlando, envious that his brother Oliver and “Aliena,” having fallen in love, plan to be married immediately, tells “Ganymede” how…

Act 5, scene 3

Touchstone and Audrey listen while two pages sing.

Act 5, scene 4

In the presence of Duke Senior and his lords, “Ganymede” reminds Orlando, Silvius, and Phoebe of their promises. “He” and…

Act 5, epilogue

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Scene 3
Enter Orlando and Adam, meeting.

ORLANDO Who’s there?
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?
5 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.
10 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.

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 O, what a world is this when what is comely
15 Envenoms him that bears it!
ORLANDO Why, what’s the matter?
ADAM O unhappy youth,
 Come not within these doors. Within this roof
 The enemy of all your graces lives.
20 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,
25 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 
30 Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go?
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?
35 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 
 But do not so. I have five hundred crowns,
40 The thrifty hire I saved 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,
45 Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,

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 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
50 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.
55 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.
60 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
65 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 
70 Master, go on, and I will follow thee
 To the last gasp with truth and loyalty.
 From seventeen years till now almost fourscore
 Here livèd I, but now live here no more.
 At seventeen years, many their fortunes seek,
75 But at fourscore, it is too late a week.
 Yet fortune cannot recompense me better
 Than to die well, and not my master’s debtor.
They exit.