TPTT As You Like It: ACT II
Introduction
ACT I
ACT II
SCENE I. The Forest of Arden.
SCENE II. A room in the palace.
SCENE III. Before OLIVER'S house.
SCENE IV. The Forest of Arden.
SCENE V. The Forest.
SCENE VI. The forest.
SCENE VII. The forest.
ACT III
ACT IV
ACT V
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SCENE IV. The Forest of Arden.
Enter ROSALIND for Ganymede, CELIA for Aliena, and TOUCHSTONE
ROSALIND
      O Jupiter, how weary are my spirits!
TOUCHSTONE
      I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary.
ROSALIND
      I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's
      apparel and to cry like a woman; but I must comfort
5     the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to show
      itself courageous to petticoat: therefore courage,
      good Aliena!
CELIA
      I pray you, bear with me; I cannot go no further.
TOUCHSTONE
      For my part, I had rather bear with you than bear
10    you; yet I should bear no cross if I did bear you,
      for I think you have no money in your purse.
ROSALIND
      Well, this is the forest of Arden.
TOUCHSTONE
      Ay, now am I in Arden; the more fool I; when I was
      at home, I was in a better place: but travellers
15    must be content.
ROSALIND
      Ay, be so, good Touchstone.

Enter CORIN and SILVIUS

      Look you, who comes here; a young man and an old in
      solemn talk.
CORIN
      That is the way to make her scorn you still.
SILVIUS
20    O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love her!
CORIN
      I partly guess; for I have loved ere now.
SILVIUS
      No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess,
      Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover
      As ever sigh'd upon a midnight pillow:
25    But if thy love were ever like to mine--
      As sure I think did never man love so--
      How many actions most ridiculous
      Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?
CORIN
      Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
SILVIUS
30    O, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily!
      If thou remember'st not the slightest folly
      That ever love did make thee run into,
      Thou hast not loved:
      Or if thou hast not sat as I do now,
35    Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress' praise,
      Thou hast not loved:
      Or if thou hast not broke from company
      Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,
      Thou hast not loved.
40    O Phebe, Phebe, Phebe!
Exit
ROSALIND
      Alas, poor shepherd! searching of thy wound,
      I have by hard adventure found mine own.
TOUCHSTONE
      And I mine. I remember, when I was in love I broke
      my sword upon a stone and bid him take that for
45    coming a-night to Jane Smile; and I remember the
      kissing of her batlet and the cow's dugs that her
      pretty chopt hands had milked; and I remember the
      wooing of a peascod instead of her, from whom I took
      two cods and, giving her them again, said with
50    weeping tears 'Wear these for my sake.' We that are
      true lovers run into strange capers; but as all is
      mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.
ROSALIND
      Thou speakest wiser than thou art ware of.
TOUCHSTONE
      Nay, I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I
55    break my shins against it.
ROSALIND
      Jove, Jove! this shepherd's passion
      Is much upon my fashion.
TOUCHSTONE
      And mine; but it grows something stale with me.
CELIA
      I pray you, one of you question yond man
60    If he for gold will give us any food:
      I faint almost to death.
TOUCHSTONE
      Holla, you clown!
ROSALIND
      Peace, fool: he's not thy kinsman.
CORIN
      Who calls?
TOUCHSTONE
65    Your betters, sir.
CORIN
      Else are they very wretched.
ROSALIND
      Peace, I say. Good even to you, friend.
CORIN
      And to you, gentle sir, and to you all.
ROSALIND
      I prithee, shepherd, if that love or gold
70    Can in this desert place buy entertainment,
      Bring us where we may rest ourselves and feed:
      Here's a young maid with travel much oppress'd
      And faints for succor.
CORIN
      Fair sir, I pity her
75    And wish, for her sake more than for mine own,
      My fortunes were more able to relieve her;
      But I am shepherd to another man
      And do not shear the fleeces that I graze:
      My master is of churlish disposition
80    And little recks to find the way to heaven
      By doing deeds of hospitality:
      Besides, his cote, his flocks and bounds of feed
      Are now on sale, and at our sheepcote now,
      By reason of his absence, there is nothing
85    That you will feed on; but what is, come see.
      And in my voice most welcome shall you be.
ROSALIND
      What is he that shall buy his flock and pasture?
CORIN
      That young swain that you saw here but erewhile,
      That little cares for buying any thing.
ROSALIND
90    I pray thee, if it stand with honesty,
      Buy thou the cottage, pasture and the flock,
      And thou shalt have to pay for it of us.
CELIA
      And we will mend thy wages. I like this place.
      And willingly could waste my time in it.
CORIN
95    Assuredly the thing is to be sold:
      Go with me: if you like upon report
      The soil, the profit and this kind of life,
      I will your very faithful feeder be
      And buy it with your gold right suddenly.
Exeunt
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