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The forest.
[Enter ROSALIND and CELIA]
ROSALIND
How say you now, is it not past two o'clock? and here much Orlando.
CELIA
I warrant you, with pure love, and troubled brain, he hath tane his bow and
arrows, and is gone forth to sleep: Look who comes here.
[Enter SILVIUS]
SILVIUS
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My er|rand is | to you, fair youth,|
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My gent|le Phe|be, bid | me give | you this:
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I know | not the contents,| but as | I guess
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By the / stern brow,| and wasp|ish act|ion
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Which she | did use,| as she | was writ|ing of
it,
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It bears | an ang|ry ten|or: pard|on me,
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I am | but as | a guilt|less mes|senger.
ROSALIND
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Patience | herself | would start|le at | this
letter,
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And play | the swag|gerer, bear | this, bear all:
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She says | I am not | fair, that | I lack |
manners,
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She calls | me proud,| and that she | could not |
love me
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Were man | as rare | as phoen|ix: 'Od's | my
will,
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Her love | is not | the hare | that I | do hunt,
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Why writes | she so | to me?| Well* shep|herd,
well,
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This is | a let|ter of / your own | device.
SILVIUS
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No, I | protest,| I know | not the contents,
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Phebe | did write it.
ROSALIND
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Come, come, you | are a fool,
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And turned | into | the extrem|ity | of love.
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I saw | her hand,| she has | a leath|ern hand,
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A freestone-col|ored hand:| I ver|ily did think
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That her / old gloves | were on,| but 'twas | her
hands:
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She has a | huswife's hand, | but that's | no
matter:
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I say | she nev|er did | invent | this letter,
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This is | a man's | invent|ion, and | his hand.
SILVIUS
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Sure it | is hers. \\
ROSALIND
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Why, 'tis | a bois|terous and | a cru|el style,
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A style | for chal|lengers:| why, she de|fies me,
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Like^Turk | to Chris|tian: wom|en's gent|le brain
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Could not drop forth such giant-rude invention,
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Such^Eth|iope^words,| blacker | in their | effect
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Than in | their counte|nance: Will | you hear |
the letter?
SILVIUS
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So please | you, for | I nev|er heard | it yet:
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Yet heard | too much | of Phe|be's cru|elty.
ROSALIND
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She Phe|bes me:| mark how | the ty|rant writes.
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Art thou | god, to | shepherd | turned?
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That a | maiden's | heart hath | burned.
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Can a wom|an rail | thus?
SILVIUS
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Call | you this | railing?
ROSALIND
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Why, thy | godhead laid | apart,
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Warrst thou with | a wom|an's heart?
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Did you | ever | hear such^|railing?
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Whiles the | eye of | man did | woo me,
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That could | do no | vengeance | to me.
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Meaning | me a | beast.|
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If the | scorn of | your bright eyne
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Have power | to raise such love | in mine,
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Alack,| in me,| what strange | effect
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Would they | work in | mild aspect?
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Whiles you | chid me,| I did | love,
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How then | might your | prayers | move?
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He that | brings this | love to | thee,
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Little | knows this | love in | me:
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And by | him seal^|up thy | mind,
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Whether | that thy | youth and | kind
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Will the | faithful | offer | take
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Of me | and all | that I | can make,
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Or else | by him | my lov|e deny,
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And then | I'll stud|y how | to die.
SILVIUS
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Call you | this chid|ing?
CELIA
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A/las poor | shepherd.
ROSALIND
Do you pity him? No, he deserves no pity: Wilt thou love such a woman? What
to make thee an instrument, and play false strains upon thee? not to be
endured. Well, go your way to her; (for I see love hath made thee a tame
snake) and say this to her: that if she love me, I charge her to love thee:
if she will not, I will never have her, unless thou entreat for her: If you
be a true lover hence, and not a word: for here comes more company.
[Exit SILVIUS. Enter OLIVER]
OLIVER
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Good mor|row, fair | ones: pray / you, (if / you
know)
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Where in | the purl|ieus of | this for|est,
stands
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A sheep-cote, fenced | about | with ol|ive trees?
CELIA
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West of | this place,| down in the | neighbor |
bottom
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The rank | of os|iers, by | the mur|muring stream
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Left on | your right | hand, brings / you to |
the place:
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But at / this hour,| the house | doth keep |
itself,
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There's none | within. \\
OLIVER
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If that | an eye | may prof|it by | a tongue,
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Then should | I know | you by | descrip|tion,
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Such^gar|ments, and | such^years:| The boy | is
fair,
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Of female fav|or, and | bestows | himself
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Like a | ripe sis/ter: the | woman | low
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And brown|er than | her broth|er: Are | not you
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The own|er of | the house | I did | inquire ||
for?
CELIA
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It is / no boast,| being asked,| to say | we are.
OLIVER
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Orlan|do doth | commend | him to | you both,
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And to | that youth | he calls | his Ros|alind,
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He sends | this blood|y nap|kin; are | you he?
ROSALIND
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I am:| what must | we und|erstand | by this?
OLIVER
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Some of | my shame,| if you | will know | of me
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What man | I am,| and how,| and why,| and where
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This hand|kercher | was stained.
CELIA
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I pray | you tell it.
OLIVER
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When last | the young | Orlan|do parted | from
you,
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He left | a prom|ise to | return | again
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Within | an hour,| and pac|ing through | the
forest,
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Chewing the | food of | sweet and | bitter |
fancy,
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Lo what befell:| he threw | his eye | aside,
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And mark | what ob|ject^did | present | itself
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Under | an oak,| whose^boughs | were mossed |
with age
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And high top, bald | with dry | antiq|uity:
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A wretch|ed rag|ged man,| oregrown | with hair
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Lay sleep/ing on | his back;| about | his neck
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A green | and gild|ed snake | had wreathed |
itself,
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Who^with | her head,| nimble | in threats |
approached
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The ope|ning of | his mouth:| but sud|denly,
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Seeing | Orlan|do, it | unlinked | itself,
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And with | indent|ed glides,| did slip | away
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Into | a bush,| under | which^bush|'s shade
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A li|oness,| with udders | all drawn dry,
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Lay* couch|ing, head | on ground,| with
cat|like^watch
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When that | the sleep|ing man | should stir;| for
'tis
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The roy|al dis|posi|tion of / that beast
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To prey | on noth|ing that | doth^seem | as dead:
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This^seen,| Orlan|do did | approach | the man,
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And found | it was his | brother,| his eld|er
broth||er.
CELIA
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O | I have heard | him speak | of that same |
brother;
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And he | did rend/er him the | most un|natural
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That lived | mongst men.
OLIVER
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And well | he might | so do,
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For well | I know | he was | unnat|ural.
ROSALIND
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But to | Orlan|do: did | he leave | him there,
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Food to | the sucked | and hung|ry li|oness?
OLIVER
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Twice did | he turn | his back,| and pur|posed
so:
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But kind|ness, nob|ler ev|er than | revenge,
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And nat|ure strong|er than | his just |
occas||ion,
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Made | him give | battle to | the li|oness:
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Who quick|ly fell | before him,| in which |
hurtling
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From mis|era|ble slum|ber I | awaked.
CELIA
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Are you | his broth|er?
ROSALIND
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Was it | you he | rescued?
CELIA
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Was it you | that did | so oft | contrive | to
kill him?
OLIVER
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'Twas I:| but 'tis / not I:| I do | not shame
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To tell | you what | I was,| since^my |
convers||ion
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So | sweetly | tastes, being the thing | I am.
ROSALIND
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But for | the blood|y nap|kin?
OLIVER
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By | and by:
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When from | the first | to last | betwixt | us
two,
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Tears our | recount|ments had | most kind|ly
bathed,
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As how | I came | into | that des/ert place.
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In brief,| he led | me to | the gent|le duke,
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Who gave | me fresh | array,| and enter|tainment,
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Commit|ting me | unto | my broth|er's love,
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Who led | me inst|antly | unto | his cave,
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There* stripped | himself,| and here | upon | his
arm
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The li|oness | had torn | some flesh | away,
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Which all | this while | had bled;| and now | he
fainted,
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And cried | in faint|ing u/pon Ros|alind.
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Brief, I | recov|ered him,/ bound up | his wound,
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And aft|er some / small space,| being strong | at
heart,
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He sent | me hith|er, strang|er as | I am
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To tell | this stor|y, that | you might | excuse
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His brok|en prom|ise, and to / give this | napkin
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Dyed in | his blood,| unto | the shep|herd youth,
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That he | in sport | doth call | his Ros|alind.
[ROSALIND swoons]
CELIA
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Why* how | now* Gan|ymede,| sweet* Gan|ymede.
OLIVER
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Many | will swoon | when they | do look | on
blood.
CELIA
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There is | more in | it; Cous|in Gan|ymede.
OLIVER
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Look, he re|covers.
ROSALIND
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I would | I were | at home.
CELIA
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We'll lead | you thith|er: \\
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I pray | you will | you take | him by | the arm.
OLIVER
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Be of | good cheer youth:| you a | man?
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You || lack a | man's heart.
ROSALIND
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I | do so,| I con|fess it:
Ah, sirrah, a body would think this was well counterfeited, I pray you tell
your brother how well I counterfeited. Heigh ho.
OLIVER
This was not counterfeit, there is too great testimony in your complexion,
that it was a passion of earnest.
ROSALIND
Counterfeit, I assure you.
OLIVER
Well then, take a good heart, and counterfeit to be a man.
ROSALIND
So I do: but in faith, I should have been a woman by right.
CELIA
Come, you look paler and paler: pray you draw homewards: Good sir, go with
us.
OLIVER
That will I: for I must bear answer back
How you excuse my brother, Rosalind.
ROSALIND
I shall devise something: but I pray you commend my counterfeiting to him:
Will you go?
[Exeunt]