As You Like It: Act 2, Scene 4
*Enter ROSALIND for Ganymede, CELIA for Aliena,
*and Clown, alias TOUCHSTONE.
1O Jupiter, how weary are my spirits!
2I care not for my spirits, if my legs were
4I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's
5apparel and to cry like a woman; but I must
6comfort the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose
7ought to show itself courageous to petticoat:
8therefore courage, good Aliena!
9I pray you, bear with me; I cannot go no
11For my part, I had rather bear with you than
12bear you; yet I should bear no cross if I did
13bear you, for I think you have no money in
15Well, this is the forest of Arden.
16Ay, now am I in Arden; the more fool I;
17when I was at home, I was in a better place:
18but travellers must be content.
Enter CORIN and SILVIUS.
19Ay, be so, good Touchstone. Look you,
20who comes here; a young man and an
21old in solemn talk.
22That is the way to make her scorn you still.
23O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love her!
24I partly guess; for I have loved ere now.
25No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess,
26Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover
27As ever sigh'd upon a midnight pillow:
28But if thy love were ever like to mine
29As sure I think did never man love so
30How many actions most ridiculous
31Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?
32Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
33O, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily!
34If thou remember'st not the slightest folly
35That ever love did make thee run into,
36Thou hast not loved:
37Or if thou hast not sat as I do now,
38Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress' praise,
39Thou hast not loved:
40Or if thou hast not broke from company
41Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,
42Thou hast not loved.
43O Phebe, Phebe, Phebe!
44Alas, poor shepherd! searching of thy wound,
45I have by hard adventure found mine own.
46And I mine. I remember, when I was in love I
47broke my sword upon a stone and bid him take
48that for coming a-night to Jane Smile; and I
49remember the kissing of her batler and the cow's
50dugs that her pretty chopt hands had milked; and
51I remember the wooing of a peascod instead of her,
52from whom I took two cods and, giving her them
53again, said with weeping tears 'Wear these for my
54sake.' We that are true lovers run into strange
55capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature
56in love mortal in folly.
57Thou speakest wiser than thou art ware of.
58Nay, I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit
59till I break my shins against it.
60Jove, Jove! this shepherd's passion
61Is much upon my fashion.
62And mine; but it grows something stale
64I pray you, one of you question yond man
65If he for gold will give us any food:
66I faint almost to death.
66Holla! you clown!
67Peace, fool: he's not thy kinsman.
68Your betters, sir.
68Else are they very wretched.
69Peace, I say. Good even to you, friend.
70And to you, gentle sir, and to you all.
71I prithee, shepherd, if that love or gold
72Can in this desert place buy entertainment,
73Bring us where we may rest ourselves and feed:
74Here's a young maid with travel much oppress'd
75And faints for succor.
75Fair sir, I pity her
76And wish, for her sake more than for mine own,
77My fortunes were more able to relieve her;
78But I am shepherd to another man,
79And do not shear the fleeces that I graze:
80My master is of churlish disposition
81And little recks to find the way to heaven
82By doing deeds of hospitality:
83Besides, his cote, his flocks and bounds of feed
84Are now on sale, and at our sheepcote now,
85By reason of his absence, there is nothing
86That you will feed on; but what is, come see,
87And in my voice most welcome shall you be.
88What is he that shall buy his flock and pasture?
89That young swain that you saw here but erewhile,
90That little cares for buying any thing.
91I pray thee, if it stand with honesty,
92Buy thou the cottage, pasture and the flock,
93And thou shalt have to pay for it of us.
94And we will mend thy wages. I like this place.
95And willingly could waste my time in it.
96Assuredly the thing is to be sold.
97Go with me; if you like upon report
98The soil, the profit and this kind of life,
99I will your very faithful feeder be
100And buy it with your gold right suddenly.