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Act 3, scene 2



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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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Enter Orlando, with a paper.

 Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love.
  And thou, thrice-crownèd queen of night, survey
 With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above,
  Thy huntress’ name that my full life doth sway.
5 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 witnessed everywhere.
 Run, run, Orlando, carve on every tree
10 The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she.
He exits.

Enter Corin and Touchstone.

CORIN And how like you this shepherd’s life, Master
TOUCHSTONE Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a
 good life; but in respect that it is a shepherd’s life, it
15 is naught. In respect that it is solitary, I like it very
 well; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile
 life. Now in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me
 well; but in respect it is not in the court, it is
 tedious. As it is a spare life, look you, it fits my
20 humor well; but as there is no more plenty in it, it
 goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy
 in thee, shepherd?
CORIN No more but that I know the more one sickens,
 the worse at ease he is, and that he that wants
25 money, means, and content is without three good
 friends; that the property of rain is to wet, and fire
 to burn; that good pasture makes fat sheep; and that
 a great cause of the night is lack of the sun; that he
 that hath learned no wit by nature nor art may

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30 complain of good breeding or comes of a very dull
TOUCHSTONE Such a one is a natural philosopher. Wast
 ever in court, shepherd?
CORIN No, truly.
TOUCHSTONE 35Then thou art damned.
CORIN Nay, I hope.
TOUCHSTONE Truly, thou art damned, like an ill-roasted
 egg, all on one side.
CORIN For not being at court? Your reason.
TOUCHSTONE 40Why, if thou never wast at court, thou
 never saw’st good manners; if thou never saw’st
 good manners, then thy manners must be wicked,
 and wickedness is sin, and sin is damnation. Thou
 art in a parlous state, shepherd.
CORIN 45Not a whit, Touchstone. Those that are good
 manners at the court are as ridiculous in the
 country as the behavior of the country is most
 mockable at the court. You told me you salute not at
 the court but you kiss your hands. That courtesy
50 would be uncleanly if courtiers were shepherds.
TOUCHSTONE Instance, briefly. Come, instance.
CORIN Why, we are still handling our ewes, and their
 fells, you know, are greasy.
TOUCHSTONE Why, do not your courtier’s hands sweat?
55 And is not the grease of a mutton as wholesome as
 the sweat of a man? Shallow, shallow. A better
 instance, I say. Come.
CORIN Besides, our hands are hard.
TOUCHSTONE Your lips will feel them the sooner. Shallow
60 again. A more sounder instance. Come.
CORIN And they are often tarred over with the surgery
 of our sheep; and would you have us kiss tar? The
 courtier’s hands are perfumed with civet.
TOUCHSTONE Most shallow man. Thou worms’ meat in
65 respect of a good piece of flesh, indeed. Learn of the

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 wise and perpend: civet is of a baser birth than tar,
 the very uncleanly flux of a cat. Mend the instance,
CORIN You have too courtly a wit for me. I’ll rest.
TOUCHSTONE 70Wilt thou rest damned? God help thee,
 shallow man. God make incision in thee; thou art
CORIN Sir, I am a true laborer. I earn that I eat, get that
 I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man’s happiness,
75 glad of other men’s good, content with my harm,
 and the greatest of my pride is to see my ewes graze
 and my lambs suck.
TOUCHSTONE That is another simple sin in you, to bring
 the ewes and the rams together and to offer to get
80 your living by the copulation of cattle; to be bawd to
 a bell-wether and to betray a she-lamb of a twelvemonth
 to a crooked-pated old cuckoldly ram, out of
 all reasonable match. If thou be’st not damned for
 this, the devil himself will have no shepherds. I
85 cannot see else how thou shouldst ’scape.

Enter Rosalind, as Ganymede.

CORIN Here comes young Master Ganymede, my new
 mistress’s brother.
ROSALIND, as Ganymede, reading a paper 
 From the east to western Ind
 No jewel is like Rosalind.
90 Her worth being mounted on the wind,
 Through all the world bears Rosalind.
 All the pictures fairest lined
 Are but black to Rosalind.
 Let no face be kept in mind
95 But the fair of Rosalind.

TOUCHSTONE I’ll rhyme you so eight years together,
 dinners and suppers and sleeping hours excepted.
 It is the right butter-women’s rank to market.

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ROSALIND, as Ganymede Out, fool.
TOUCHSTONE 100For a taste:
 If a hart do lack a hind,
 Let him seek out Rosalind.
 If the cat will after kind,
 So be sure will Rosalind.
105 Wintered garments must be lined;
 So must slender Rosalind.
 They that reap must sheaf and bind;
 Then to cart with Rosalind.
 Sweetest nut hath sourest rind;
110 Such a nut is Rosalind.
 He that sweetest rose will find
 Must find love’s prick, and Rosalind.

 This is the very false gallop of verses. Why do you
 infect yourself with them?
ROSALIND, as Ganymede 115Peace, you dull fool. I found
 them on a tree.
TOUCHSTONE Truly, the tree yields bad fruit.
ROSALIND, as Ganymede I’ll graft it with you, and
 then I shall graft it with a medlar. Then it will be
120 the earliest fruit i’ th’ country, for you’ll be rotten
 ere you be half ripe, and that’s the right virtue of
 the medlar.
TOUCHSTONE You have said, but whether wisely or no,
 let the forest judge.

Enter Celia, as Aliena, with a writing.

ROSALIND, as Ganymede 125Peace. Here comes my sister
 reading. Stand aside.
CELIA, as Aliena, reads 
 Why should this a desert be?
  For it is unpeopled? No.
 Tongues I’ll hang on every tree
130  That shall civil sayings show.
 Some how brief the life of man
  Runs his erring pilgrimage,

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 That the stretching of a span
  Buckles in his sum of age;
135 Some of violated vows
  ’Twixt the souls of friend and friend.
 But upon the fairest boughs,
  Or at every sentence’ end,
 Will I “Rosalinda” write,
140  Teaching all that read to know
 The quintessence of every sprite
  Heaven would in little show.
 Therefore heaven nature charged
  That one body should be filled
145 With all graces wide-enlarged.
  Nature presently distilled
 Helen’s cheek, but not her heart,
  Cleopatra’s majesty,
 Atalanta’s better part,
150  Sad Lucretia’s modesty.
 Thus Rosalind of many parts
  By heavenly synod was devised
 Of many faces, eyes, and hearts
  To have the touches dearest prized.
155 Heaven would that she these gifts should have
 And I to live and die her slave.

ROSALIND, as Ganymede O most gentle Jupiter, what
 tedious homily of love have you wearied your parishioners
 withal, and never cried “Have patience,
160 good people!”
CELIA, as Aliena How now?—Back, friends. Shepherd,
 go off a little.—Go with him, sirrah.
TOUCHSTONE Come, shepherd, let us make an honorable
 retreat, though not with bag and baggage, yet
165 with scrip and scrippage.
Touchstone and Corin exit.
CELIA Didst thou hear these verses?
ROSALIND O yes, I heard them all, and more too, for

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 some of them had in them more feet than the verses
 would bear.
CELIA 170That’s no matter. The feet might bear the verses.
ROSALIND Ay, but the feet were lame and could not
 bear themselves without the verse, and therefore
 stood lamely in the verse.
CELIA But didst thou hear without wondering how thy
175 name should be hanged and carved upon these
ROSALIND I was seven of the nine days out of the
 wonder before you came, for look here what I
 found on a palm tree. She shows the paper she
180I was never so berhymed since Pythagoras’
 time that I was an Irish rat, which I can hardly
CELIA Trow you who hath done this?
ROSALIND Is it a man?
CELIA 185And a chain, that you once wore, about his neck.
 Change you color?
ROSALIND I prithee, who?
CELIA O Lord, Lord, it is a hard matter for friends to
 meet, but mountains may be removed with earthquakes
190 and so encounter.
ROSALIND Nay, but who is it?
CELIA Is it possible?
ROSALIND Nay, I prithee now, with most petitionary
 vehemence, tell me who it is.
CELIA 195O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful
 wonderful, and yet again wonderful, and after that
 out of all whooping!
ROSALIND Good my complexion, dost thou think
 though I am caparisoned like a man, I have a
200 doublet and hose in my disposition? One inch of
 delay more is a South Sea of discovery. I prithee,
 tell me who is it quickly, and speak apace. I would
 thou couldst stammer, that thou might’st pour this

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 concealed man out of thy mouth as wine comes out
205 of a narrow-mouthed bottle—either too much at
 once, or none at all. I prithee take the cork out of
 thy mouth, that I may drink thy tidings.
CELIA So you may put a man in your belly.
ROSALIND Is he of God’s making? What manner of
210 man? Is his head worth a hat, or his chin worth a
CELIA Nay, he hath but a little beard.
ROSALIND Why, God will send more, if the man will be
 thankful. Let me stay the growth of his beard, if
215 thou delay me not the knowledge of his chin.
CELIA It is young Orlando, that tripped up the wrestler’s
 heels and your heart both in an instant.
ROSALIND Nay, but the devil take mocking. Speak sad
 brow and true maid.
CELIA 220I’ faith, coz, ’tis he.
CELIA Orlando.
ROSALIND Alas the day, what shall I do with my doublet
 and hose? What did he when thou saw’st him? What
225 said he? How looked he? Wherein went he? What
 makes he here? Did he ask for me? Where remains
 he? How parted he with thee? And when shalt thou
 see him again? Answer me in one word.
CELIA You must borrow me Gargantua’s mouth first.
230 ’Tis a word too great for any mouth of this age’s size.
 To say ay and no to these particulars is more than to
 answer in a catechism.
ROSALIND But doth he know that I am in this forest and
 in man’s apparel? Looks he as freshly as he did the
235 day he wrestled?
CELIA It is as easy to count atomies as to resolve the
 propositions of a lover. But take a taste of my
 finding him, and relish it with good observance. I
 found him under a tree like a dropped acorn.

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ROSALIND 240It may well be called Jove’s tree when it
 drops forth such fruit.
CELIA Give me audience, good madam.
CELIA There lay he, stretched along like a wounded
245 knight.
ROSALIND Though it be pity to see such a sight, it well
 becomes the ground.
CELIA Cry “holla” to thy tongue, I prithee. It curvets
 unseasonably. He was furnished like a hunter.
ROSALIND 250O, ominous! He comes to kill my heart.
CELIA I would sing my song without a burden. Thou
 bring’st me out of tune.
ROSALIND Do you not know I am a woman? When I
 think, I must speak. Sweet, say on.
CELIA 255You bring me out.

Enter Orlando and Jaques.

 Soft, comes he not here?
ROSALIND ’Tis he. Slink by, and note him.
Rosalind and Celia step aside.
JAQUES, to Orlando I thank you for your company,
 but, good faith, I had as lief have been myself alone.
ORLANDO 260And so had I, but yet, for fashion sake, I
 thank you too for your society.
JAQUES God be wi’ you. Let’s meet as little as we can.
ORLANDO I do desire we may be better strangers.
JAQUES I pray you mar no more trees with writing love
265 songs in their barks.
ORLANDO I pray you mar no more of my verses with
 reading them ill-favoredly.
JAQUES Rosalind is your love’s name?
ORLANDO Yes, just.
JAQUES 270I do not like her name.
ORLANDO There was no thought of pleasing you when
 she was christened.

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JAQUES What stature is she of?
ORLANDO Just as high as my heart.
JAQUES 275You are full of pretty answers. Have you not
 been acquainted with goldsmiths’ wives and
 conned them out of rings?
ORLANDO Not so. But I answer you right painted cloth,
 from whence you have studied your questions.
JAQUES 280You 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
285 myself, against whom I know most faults.
JAQUES 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.
JAQUES By my troth, I was seeking for a fool when I
290 found you.
ORLANDO He is drowned in the brook. Look but in, and
 you shall see him.
JAQUES There I shall see mine own figure.
ORLANDO Which I take to be either a fool or a cipher.
JAQUES 295I’ll tarry no longer with you. Farewell, good
 Signior Love.
ORLANDO I am glad of your departure. Adieu, good
 Monsieur Melancholy.Jaques exits.
ROSALIND, aside to Celia I will speak to him like a
300 saucy lackey, and under that habit play the knave
 with him. As Ganymede. Do you hear, forester?
ORLANDO Very well. What would you?
ROSALIND, as Ganymede I pray you, what is ’t
ORLANDO 305You should ask me what time o’ day. There’s
 no clock in the forest.
ROSALIND, as Ganymede Then there is no true lover
 in the forest; else sighing every minute and

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 groaning every hour would detect the lazy foot of
310 time as well as a clock.
ORLANDO And why not the swift foot of time? Had not
 that been as proper?
ROSALIND, as Ganymede By no means, sir. Time
 travels in divers paces with divers persons. I’ll tell
315 you who time ambles withal, who time trots withal,
 who time gallops withal, and who he stands still
ORLANDO I prithee, who doth he trot withal?
ROSALIND, as Ganymede Marry, he trots hard with a
320 young maid between the contract of her marriage
 and the day it is solemnized. 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?
ROSALIND, as Ganymede 325With 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,
330 the other knowing no burden of heavy tedious
 penury. These time ambles withal.
ORLANDO Who doth he gallop withal?
ROSALIND, as Ganymede With a thief to the gallows,
 for though he go as softly as foot can fall, he thinks
335 himself too soon there.
ORLANDO Who stays it still withal?
ROSALIND, as Ganymede With lawyers in the vacation,
 for they sleep between term and term, and
 then they perceive not how time moves.
ORLANDO 340Where dwell you, pretty youth?
ROSALIND, as Ganymede With this shepherdess, my
 sister, here in the skirts of the forest, like fringe
 upon a petticoat.
ORLANDO Are you native of this place?

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ROSALIND, as Ganymede 345As the cony that you see
 dwell where she is kindled.
ORLANDO Your accent is something finer than you
 could purchase in so removed a dwelling.
ROSALIND, as Ganymede I have been told so of many.
350 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 touched
355 with so many giddy offenses as he hath generally
 taxed their whole sex withal.
ORLANDO Can you remember any of the principal evils
 that he laid to the charge of women?
ROSALIND, as Ganymede There were none principal.
360 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.
ROSALIND, as Ganymede No, I will not cast away my
365 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
370 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-shaked. I pray you tell
 me your remedy.
ROSALIND, as Ganymede 375There 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?
ROSALIND, as Ganymede 380A lean cheek, which you

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 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
385 younger brother’s revenue. Then your hose should
 be ungartered, your bonnet unbanded, your sleeve
 unbuttoned, your shoe untied, and everything
 about you demonstrating a careless desolation. But
 you are no such man. You are rather point-device in
390 your accouterments, as loving yourself than seeming
 the lover of any other.
ORLANDO Fair youth, I would I could make thee believe
 I love.
ROSALIND, as Ganymede Me believe it? You may as
395 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
400 wherein Rosalind is so admired?
ORLANDO I swear to thee, youth, by the white hand of
 Rosalind, I am that he, that unfortunate he.
ROSALIND, as Ganymede But are you so much in love
 as your rhymes speak?
ORLANDO 405Neither rhyme nor reason can express how
ROSALIND, as Ganymede 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
410 not so punished 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?
ROSALIND, as Ganymede Yes, one, and in this manner.
415 He was to imagine me his love, his mistress,
 and I set him every day to woo me; at which time

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 would I, being but a moonish youth, grieve, be
 effeminate, changeable, longing and liking, proud,
 fantastical, apish, shallow, inconstant, full of tears,
420 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 color; would now
 like him, now loathe him; then entertain him, then
 forswear him; now weep for him, then spit at him,
425 that I drave my suitor from his mad humor of love
 to a living humor of madness, which was to forswear
 the full stream of the world and to live in a
 nook merely monastic. And thus I cured him, and
 this way will I take upon me to wash your liver as
430 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.
ROSALIND, as Ganymede I would cure you if you
 would but call me Rosalind and come every day to
435 my cote and woo me.
ORLANDO Now, by the faith of my love, I will. Tell me
 where it is.
ROSALIND, as Ganymede Go with me to it, and I’ll
 show it you; and by the way you shall tell me where
440 in the forest you live. Will you go?
ORLANDO With all my heart, good youth.
ROSALIND, as Ganymede Nay, you must call me
 Rosalind.—Come, sister, will you go?
They exit.