Enter ORLANDO and OLIVER.
1Is't possible that on so little acquaintance you
2should like her? that but seeing you should love
3her? and loving woo? and, wooing, she should
4grant? and will you persever to enjoy her?
5Neither call the giddiness of it in question, the
6poverty of her, the small acquaintance, my sudden
7wooing, nor her sudden consenting; but say with me,
8I love Aliena; say with her that she loves me;
9consent with both that we may enjoy each other: it
10shall be to your good; for my father's house and all
11the revenue that was old Sir Rowland's will I
12estate upon you, and here live and die a shepherd.
13You have my consent. Let your wedding be
14tomorrow: thither will I invite the duke and all's
15contented followers. Go you and prepare Aliena;
16for look you, here comes my Rosalind.
19 O, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to see
20 thee wear thy heart in a scarf!
21 It is my arm.
22 I thought thy heart had been wounded with
23 the claws of a lion.
24 Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady.
25 Did your brother tell you how I counterfeited to
26 swoon when he showed me your handkerchief?
27 Ay, and greater wonders than that.
28 O, I know where you are: nay, 'tis true: there was
29 never any thing so sudden but the fight of two
30 rams and Caesar's thrasonical brag of 'I came, saw,
31 and overcame': for your brother and my sister no
32 sooner met but they looked, no sooner looked but
33 they loved, no sooner loved but they sighed,
34 no sooner sighed but they asked one another the
35 reason, no sooner knew the reason but they sought
36 the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a
37 pair of stairs to marriage which they will climb
38 incontinent, or else be incontinent before marriage:
39 they are in the very wrath of love and they will
40 together; clubs cannot part them.
41 They shall be married tomorrow, and I will bid
42 the duke to the nuptial. But, O, how bitter a thing
43 it is to look into happiness through another man's
44 eyes! By so much the more shall I tomorrow be at
45 the height of heart-heaviness, by how much I shall
46 think my brother happy in having what he wishes
48 Why then, tomorrow I cannot serve your turn for
50 I can live no longer by thinking.
51 I will weary you then no longer with idle talking.
52 Know of me then, for now I speak to some purpose,
53 that I know you are a gentleman of good conceit: I
54 speak not this that you should bear a good opinion
55 of my knowledge, insomuch I say I know you are;
56 neither do I labour for a greater esteem than may in
57 some little measure draw a belief from you, to do
58 yourself good and not to grace me. Believe then, if
59 you please, that I can do strange things: I have,
60 since I was three year old, conversed with a
61 magician, most profound in his art and yet not
62 damnable. If you do love Rosalind so near the heart
63 as your gesture cries it out, when your brother
64 marries Aliena, shall you marry her: I know into
65 what straits of fortune she is driven; and it is
66 not impossible to me, if it appear not inconvenient
67 to you, to set her before your eyes tomorrow human
68 as she is and without any danger.
69 Speakest thou in sober meanings?
70 By my life, I do; which I tender dearly, though I
71 say I am a magician. Therefore, put you in your
72 best array: bid your friends; for if you will be
73 married tomorrow, you shall, and to Rosalind,
74 if you will.
75 Look, here comes a lover of mine and a lover of
77 Youth, you have done me much ungentleness,
78 To show the letter that I writ to you.
79 I care not if I have: it is my study
80 To seem despiteful and ungentle to you:
81 You are there followed by a faithful shepherd;
82 Look upon him, love him; he worships you.
83 Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love.
84 It is to be all made of sighs and tears;
85 And so am I for Phebe.
86 And I for Ganymede.
87 And I for Rosalind.
88 And I for no woman.
89 It is to be all made of faith and service;
90 And so am I for Phebe.
91 And I for Ganymede.
92 And I for Rosalind.
93 And I for no woman.
94 It is to be all made of fantasy,
95 All made of passion and all made of wishes,
96 All adoration, duty, and observance,
97 All humbleness, all patience and impatience,
98 All purity, all trial, all obedience;
99 And so am I for Phebe.
100 And so am I for Ganymede.
101 And so am I for Rosalind.
102 And so am I for no woman.
103 If this be so, why blame you me to love you?
104 If this be so, why blame you me to love you?
105 If this be so, why blame you me to love you?
106 Who do you speak to, 'Why blame you me to
107 love you?'
108 To her that is not here, nor doth not hear.
109 Pray you, no more of this; 'tis like the howling
110 of Irish wolves against the moon.
111 I will help you, if I can:
120 As you love Rosalind, meet.