As You Like It: Act 1, Scene 2



           Enter CELIA and ROSALIND.

      CELIA
  1   I pray thee, Rosalind, sweet my coz, be
  2   merry.

      ROSALIND
  3   Dear Celia, I show more mirth than I am
  4   mistress of; and would you yet I were merrier?
  5   Unless you could teach me to forget a banished
  6   father, you must not learn me how to remember
  7   any extraordinary pleasure.

      CELIA
  8   Herein I see thou lovest me not with the full
  9   weight that I love thee. If my uncle, thy banished
 10   father, had banished thy uncle, the duke my
 11   father, so thou hadst been still with me, I could
 12   have taught my love to take thy father for mine:
 13   so wouldst thou, if the truth of thy love to me
 14   were so righteously temper'd as mine is to thee.

      ROSALIND
 15   Well, I will forget the condition of my estate,
 16   to rejoice in yours.

      CELIA
 17   You know my father hath no child but I, nor
 18   none is like to have: and, truly, when he dies,
 19   thou shalt be his heir, for what he hath taken
 20   away from thy father perforce, I will render thee
 21   again in affection; by mine honour, I will; and
 22   when I break that oath, let me turn monster:
 23   therefore, my sweet Rose, my dear Rose, be merry.

      ROSALIND
 24   From henceforth I will, coz, and devise sports.
 25   Let me see; what think you of falling in love?

      CELIA
 26   Marry, I prithee, do, to make sport withal: but
 27   love no man in good earnest; nor no further in
 28   sport neither than with safety of a pure blush
 29   thou mayst in honour come off again.

      ROSALIND
 30   What shall be our sport, then?

      CELIA
 31   Let us sit and mock the good huswife Fortune
 32   from her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth
 33   be bestowed equally.

      ROSALIND
 34   I would we could do so, for her benefits are mightily
 35   misplaced, and the bountiful blind woman doth most
 36   mistake in her gifts to women.

      CELIA
 37   'Tis true; for those that she makes fair she scarce
 38   makes honest, and those that she makes honest she
 39   makes very ill-favouredly.

      ROSALIND
 40   Nay, now thou goest from Fortune's office to
 41   Nature's: Fortune reigns in gifts of the world,
 42   not in the lineaments of Nature.

           Enter Clown [Touchstone].

      CELIA
 43   No? when Nature hath made a fair creature,
 44   may she not by Fortune fall into the fire?
 45   Though Nature hath given us wit to flout at
 46   Fortune, hath not Fortune sent in this fool
 47   to cut off the argument?

      ROSALIND
 48   Indeed, there is Fortune too hard for Nature,
 49   when Fortune makes Nature's natural the
 50   cutter-off of Nature's wit.

      CELIA
 51   Peradventure this is not Fortune's work neither,
 52   but Nature's; who perceiveth our natural wits
 53   too dull to reason of such goddesses and hath
 54   sent this natural for our whetstone; for always
 55   the dulness of the fool is the whetstone of the
 56   wits. How now, wit! whither wander you?

      TOUCHSTONE
 57   Mistress, you must come away to your
 58   father.

      CELIA
 59   Were you made the messenger?

      TOUCHSTONE
 60   No, by mine honour, but I was bid to come
 61   for you.

      ROSALIND
 62   Where learned you that oath, fool?

      TOUCHSTONE
 63   Of a certain knight that swore by his honour they
 64   were good pancakes and swore by his honour the
 65   mustard was naught: now I'll stand to it, the
 66   pancakes were naught and the mustard was good,
 67   and yet was not the knight forsworn.

      CELIA
 68   How prove you that, in the great heap of your
 69   knowledge?

      ROSALIND
 70   Ay, marry, now unmuzzle your wisdom.

      TOUCHSTONE
 71   Stand you both forth now: stroke your
 72   chins, and swear by your beards that I
 73   am a knave.

      CELIA
 74   By our beards, if we had them, thou art.

      TOUCHSTONE
 75   By my knavery, if I had it, then I were; but
 76   if you swear by that that is not, you are not
 77   forsworn: no more was this knight swearing
 78   by his honour, for he never had any; or if he
 79   had, he had sworn it away before ever he saw
 80   those pancakes or that mustard.

      CELIA
 81   Prithee, who is't that thou meanest?

      TOUCHSTONE
 82   One that old Frederick, your father, loves.

      CELIA
 83   My father's love is enough to honour him
 84   enough. Speak no more of him; you'll be
 85   whipped for taxation one of these days.

      TOUCHSTONE
 86   The more pity, that fools may not speak
 87   wisely what wise men do foolishly.

      CELIA
 88   By my troth, thou sayest true; for since
 89   the little wit that fools have was silenced,
 90   the little foolery that wise men have makes
 91   a great show. Here comes Monsieur Le Beau.

           Enter Le Beau.

      ROSALIND
 92   With his mouth full of news.

      CELIA
 93   Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed
 94   their young.

      ROSALIND
 95   Then shall we be news-cramm'd.

      CELIA
 96   All the better; we shall be the more
 97   marketable. Bon jour, Monsieur
 98   Le Beau. What's the news?

      LE BEAU
 99   Fair princess, you have lost much good
100   sport.

      CELIA
101   Sport! of what colour?

      LE BEAU
102   What colour, madam! how shall I answer
103   you?

      ROSALIND
104   As wit and fortune will.

      TOUCHSTONE
105   Or as the Destinies decrees.

      CELIA
106   Well said — that was laid on with a trowel.

      TOUCHSTONE
107   Nay, if I keep not my rank,—

      ROSALIND
108   Thou losest thy old smell.

      LE BEAU
109   You amaze me, ladies: I would have told
110   you of good wrestling, which you have
111   lost the sight of.

      ROSALIND
112   You tell us the manner of the wrestling.

      LE BEAU
113   I will tell you the beginning; and, if it please
114   your ladyships, you may see the end; for
115   the best is yet to do; and here, where you are,
116   they are coming to perform it.

      CELIA
117   Well, the beginning, that is dead and buried.

      LE BEAU
118   There comes an old man and his three sons,—

      CELIA
119   I could match this beginning with an old
120   tale.

      LE BEAU
121   Three proper young men, of excellent growth
122   and presence.

      ROSALIND
123   With bills on their necks, 'Be it known unto
124   all men by these presents.'

      LE BEAU
125   The eldest of the three wrestled with Charles,
126   the duke's wrestler; which Charles in a
127   moment threw him and broke three of his ribs,
128   that there is little hope of life in him: so he
129   served the second, and so the third. Yonder they
130   lie; the poor old man, their father, making such
131   pitiful dole over them that all the beholders
132   take his part with weeping.

      ROSALIND
133   Alas!

      TOUCHSTONE
134   But what is the sport, monsieur, that the
135   ladies have lost?

      LE BEAU
136   Why, this that I speak of.

      TOUCHSTONE
137   Thus men may grow wiser every day:
138   it is the first time that ever I heard breaking
139   of ribs was sport for ladies.

      CELIA
140   Or I, I promise thee.

      ROSALIND
141   But is there any else longs to see this broken music
142   in his sides? is there yet another dotes upon
143   rib-breaking? Shall we see this wrestling, cousin?

      LE BEAU
144   You must, if you stay here; for here is the place
145   appointed for the wrestling, and they are ready to
146   perform it.

      CELIA
147   Yonder, sure, they are coming: let us now stay
148   and see it.

***        Flourish. Enter DUKE FREDERICK, Lords,
           ORLANDO, CHARLES, and Attendants.

      DUKE FREDERICK
149   Come on: since the youth will not be entreated,
150   his own peril on his forwardness.

      ROSALIND
151   Is yonder the man?

      LE BEAU
152   Even he, madam.

      CELIA
153   Alas, he is too young! yet he looks
154   successfully.

      DUKE FREDERICK
155   How now, daughter and cousin! are
156   you crept hither to see the wrestling?

      ROSALIND
157   Ay, my liege, so please you give us leave.

      DUKE FREDERICK
158   You will take little delight in it, I can tell
159   you; there is such odds in the man. In pity
160   of the challenger's youth I would fain
161   dissuade him, but he will not be entreated.
162   Speak to him, ladies; see if you can move him.

      CELIA
163   Call him hither, good Monsieur Le Beau.

      DUKE FREDERICK
164   Do so: I'll not be by.

      LE BEAU
165   Monsieur the challenger, the princesses
166   call for you.

      ORLANDO
167   I attend them with all respect and duty.

      ROSALIND
168   Young man, have you challenged Charles
169   the wrestler?

      ORLANDO
170   No, fair princess; he is the general challenger:
171   I come but in, as others do, to try with him the
172   strength of my youth.

      CELIA
173   Young gentleman, your spirits are too bold for your
174   years. You have seen cruel proof of this man's
175   strength: if you saw yourself with your eyes or
176   knew yourself with your judgment, the fear of your
177   adventure would counsel you to a more equal
178   enterprise. We pray you, for your own sake, to
179   embrace your own safety and give over this attempt.

      ROSALIND
180   Do, young sir; your reputation shall not therefore
181   be misprised: we will make it our suit to the duke
182   that the wrestling might not go forward.

      ORLANDO
183   I beseech you, punish me not with your hard
184   thoughts, wherein I confess me much guilty, to deny
185   so fair and excellent ladies anything. But let
186   your fair eyes and gentle wishes go with me to my
187   trial: wherein if I be foiled, there is but one
188   shamed that was never gracious; if killed, but one
189   dead that was willing to be so: I shall do my
190   friends no wrong, for I have none to lament me, the
191   world no injury, for in it I have nothing; only in
192   the world I fill up a place, which may be better
193   supplied when I have made it empty.

      ROSALIND
194   The little strength that I have, I would it were
195   with you.

      CELIA
196   And mine, to eke out hers.

      ROSALIND
197   Fare you well: pray heaven I be deceived in
198   you!

      CELIA
199   Your heart's desires be with you!

      CHARLES
200   Come, where is this young gallant that is
201   so desirous to lie with his mother earth?

      ORLANDO
202   Ready, sir; but his will hath in it a more
203   modest working.

      DUKE FREDERICK
204   You shall try but one fall.

      CHARLES
205   No, I warrant your grace, you shall not
206   entreat him to a second, that have so
207   mightily persuaded him from a first.

      ORLANDO
208   An you mean to mock me after, you should not
209   have mock'd me before: but come your ways.

      ROSALIND
210   Now Hercules be thy speed, young man!

      CELIA
211   I would I were invisible, to catch the strong
212   fellow by the leg.

           Wrestle.

      ROSALIND
213   O excellent young man!

      CELIA
214   If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can
215   tell who should down.

           Shout. [Orlando throws Charles.]

      DUKE FREDERICK
216   No more, no more.

      ORLANDO
217   Yes, I beseech your grace: I am not yet
218   well breathed.

      DUKE FREDERICK
219   How dost thou, Charles?

      LE BEAU
220   He cannot speak, my lord.

      DUKE FREDERICK
221   Bear him away. What is thy name, young man?

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

      DUKE FREDERICK
224   I would thou hadst been son to some man else:
225   The world esteem'd thy father honourable,
226   But I did find him still mine enemy:
227   Thou shouldst have better pleased me with this deed,
228   Hadst thou descended from another house.
229   But fare thee well; thou art a gallant youth:
230   I would thou hadst told me of another father.

           Exit DUKE [FREDERICK, train,
           and LE BEAU].

      CELIA
231   Were I my father, coz, would I do this?

      ORLANDO
232   I am more proud to be Sir Rowland's son,
233   His youngest son; and would not change that calling,
234   To be adopted heir to Frederick.

      ROSALIND
235   My father loved Sir Rowland as his soul,
236   And all the world was of my father's mind:
237   Had I before known this young man his son,
238   I should have given him tears unto entreaties,
239   Ere he should thus have ventured.

      CELIA
239                                           Gentle cousin,
240   Let us go thank him and encourage him:
241   My father's rough and envious disposition
242   Sticks me at heart. Sir, you have well deserved:
243   If you do keep your promises in love
244   But justly, as you have exceeded all promise,
245   Your mistress shall be happy.

      ROSALIND
245                                           Gentleman,

           [Giving him her necklace.]

246   Wear this for me, one out of suits with Fortune,
247   That could give more, but that her hand lacks means.
248   Shall we go, coz?

      CELIA
248                         Ay. Fare you well, fair gentleman.

      ORLANDO
249   Can I not say, "I thank you"? My better parts
250   Are all thrown down, and that which here stands up
251   Is but a quintain, a mere lifeless block.

      ROSALIND
252   He calls us back: my pride fell with my fortunes;
253   I'll ask him what he would. Did you call, sir?
254   Sir, you have wrestled well and overthrown
255   More than your enemies.

      CELIA
255                                     Will you go, coz?

      ROSALIND
256   [To Celia] Have with you. [To Orlando] Fare you well.

           Exit [Rosalind with Celia].

      ORLANDO
257   What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue?
258   I cannot speak to her, yet she urged conference.
259   O poor Orlando, thou art overthrown!
260   Or Charles or something weaker masters thee.

           Enter LE BEAU.

      LE BEAU
261   Good sir, I do in friendship counsel you
262   To leave this place. Albeit you have deserved
263   High commendation, true applause and love,
264   Yet such is now the duke's condition
265   That he misconstrues all that you have done.
266   The duke is humorous; what he is indeed,
267   More suits you to conceive than I to speak of.

      ORLANDO
268   I thank you, sir: and, pray you, tell me this:
269   Which of the two was daughter of the duke
270   That here was at the wrestling?

      LE BEAU
271   Neither his daughter, if we judge by manners;
272   But yet indeed the smaller is his daughter
273   The other is daughter to the banish'd duke,
274   And here detain'd by her usurping uncle,
275   To keep his daughter company; whose loves
276   Are dearer than the natural bond of sisters.
277   But I can tell you that of late this duke
278   Hath ta'en displeasure 'gainst his gentle niece,
279   Grounded upon no other argument
280   But that the people praise her for her virtues
281   And pity her for her good father's sake;
282   And, on my life, his malice 'gainst the lady
283   Will suddenly break forth. Sir, fare you well:
284   Hereafter, in a better world than this,
285   I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.

      ORLANDO
286   I rest much bounden to you: fare you well.

           [Exit Le Beau.]

287   Thus must I from the smoke into the smother;
288   From tyrant duke unto a tyrant brother:
289   But heavenly Rosalind!

           Exit.