As You Like It: Act 5, Scene 2
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.
17God save you, brother.
18And you, fair sister.
19O, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to see
20thee wear thy heart in a scarf!
21It is my arm.
22I thought thy heart had been wounded with
23the claws of a lion.
24Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady.
25Did your brother tell you how I counterfeited to
26swoon when he showed me your handkerchief?
27Ay, and greater wonders than that.
28O, I know where you are: nay, 'tis true: there was
29never any thing so sudden but the fight of two
30rams and Caesar's thrasonical brag of 'I came, saw,
31and overcame': for your brother and my sister no
32sooner met but they looked, no sooner looked but
33they loved, no sooner loved but they sighed,
34no sooner sighed but they asked one another the
35reason, no sooner knew the reason but they sought
36the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a
37pair of stairs to marriage which they will climb
38incontinent, or else be incontinent before marriage:
39they are in the very wrath of love and they will
40together; clubs cannot part them.
41They shall be married tomorrow, and I will bid
42the duke to the nuptial. But, O, how bitter a thing
43it is to look into happiness through another man's
44eyes! By so much the more shall I tomorrow be at
45the height of heart-heaviness, by how much I shall
46think my brother happy in having what he wishes
48Why then, tomorrow I cannot serve your turn for
50I can live no longer by thinking.
51I will weary you then no longer with idle talking.
52Know of me then, for now I speak to some purpose,
53that I know you are a gentleman of good conceit: I
54speak not this that you should bear a good opinion
55of my knowledge, insomuch I say I know you are;
56neither do I labour for a greater esteem than may in
57some little measure draw a belief from you, to do
58yourself good and not to grace me. Believe then, if
59you please, that I can do strange things: I have,
60since I was three year old, conversed with a
61magician, most profound in his art and yet not
62damnable. If you do love Rosalind so near the heart
63as your gesture cries it out, when your brother
64marries Aliena, shall you marry her: I know into
65what straits of fortune she is driven; and it is
66not impossible to me, if it appear not inconvenient
67to you, to set her before your eyes tomorrow human
68as she is and without any danger.
69Speakest thou in sober meanings?
70By my life, I do; which I tender dearly, though I
71say I am a magician. Therefore, put you in your
72best array: bid your friends; for if you will be
73married tomorrow, you shall, and to Rosalind,
74if you will.
Enter SILVIUS and PHEBE.
75Look, here comes a lover of mine and a lover of
77Youth, you have done me much ungentleness,
78To show the letter that I writ to you.
79I care not if I have: it is my study
80To seem despiteful and ungentle to you:
81You are there followed by a faithful shepherd;
82Look upon him, love him; he worships you.
83Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love.
84It is to be all made of sighs and tears;
85And so am I for Phebe.
86And I for Ganymede.
87And I for Rosalind.
88And I for no woman.
89It is to be all made of faith and service;
90And so am I for Phebe.
91And I for Ganymede.
92And I for Rosalind.
93And I for no woman.
94It is to be all made of fantasy,
95All made of passion and all made of wishes,
96All adoration, duty, and observance,
97All humbleness, all patience and impatience,
98All purity, all trial, all obedience;
99And so am I for Phebe.
100And so am I for Ganymede.
101And so am I for Rosalind.
102And so am I for no woman.
103If this be so, why blame you me to love you?
104If this be so, why blame you me to love you?
105If this be so, why blame you me to love you?
106Who do you speak to, 'Why blame you me to
108To her that is not here, nor doth not hear.
109Pray you, no more of this; 'tis like the howling
110of Irish wolves against the moon.
111I will help you, if I can:
112I would love you, if I could. tomorrow meet me all
114I will marry you, if ever I marry woman, and I'll be
116I will satisfy you, if ever I satisfied man, and you
117shall be married tomorrow:
118I will content you, if what pleases you contents
119you, and you shall be married tomorrow.
120As you love Rosalind, meet.
121As you love Phebe, meet: and as I love no woman,
122I'll meet. So fare you well: I have left you commands.
123I'll not fail, if I live.