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Enter ROSALIND for Ganymede, CELIA for Aliena, and TOUCHSTONE
Enter ROSALIND for Ganymede, CELIA for Aliena, and TOUCHSTONE

ROSALIND

O Jupiter, how weary are my spirits!

ROSALIND

O Jupiter, how weary are my spirits!

TOUCHSTONE

I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary.

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 the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to show itself courageous to petticoat. Therefore courage, good Aliena.

ROSALIND

I could find in my heart to disgrace my man’s apparel and to cry like a woman, but I must comfort 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.

CELIA

I pray you bear with me. I cannot go no further.

TOUCHSTONE

For my part, I had rather bear with you than bear you. Yet I should bear no cross if I did bear you, for I think you have no money in your purse.

TOUCHSTONE

For my part, I had rather bear with you than bear 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.

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 travelers must be content.

TOUCHSTONE

Ay, now am I in Arden, the more fool I. When I was at home
I was in a better place, but travelers must be content.

ROSALIND

Ay, be so, good Touchstone.

ROSALIND

Ay, be so, good Touchstone.
Enter CORIN and SILVIUS
Enter CORIN and SILVIUS
Look you who comes here, a young man and an old in solemn talk. 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.

CORIN

That is the way to make her scorn you still.

SILVIUS

O Corin, that thou knew’st how I do love her!

SILVIUS

O Corin, that thou knew’st how I do love her!

CORIN

I partly guess, for I have loved ere now.

CORIN

I partly guess, for I have loved ere now.

SILVIUS

20 No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess,
Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover
As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow.
But if thy love were ever like to mine—
As sure I think did never man love so—
25 How many actions most ridiculous
Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?

SILVIUS

No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess,
Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover
As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow.
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.

CORIN

Into a thousand that I have forgotten.

SILVIUS

Oh, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily.
If thou rememb’rest not the slightest folly
30 That ever love did make thee run into,
Thou hast not loved.
Or if thou hast not sat as I do now,
Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress’s praise,
Thou hast not loved.
35 Or if thou hast not broke from company
Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,
Thou hast not loved.
O Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe!

SILVIUS

Oh, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily.
If thou rememb’rest 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,
Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress’s praise,
Thou hast not loved.
Or if thou hast not broke from company
Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,
Thou hast not loved.
O Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe!
Exit
Exit

ROSALIND

Alas, poor shepherd, searching of thy wound,
40 I have by hard adventure found mine own.

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 coming a- night to Jane Smile. And I remember the kissing of her batler, and the cow’s dugs that her pretty chopped 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 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.

TOUCHSTONE

And I mine. I remember when I was in love I broke my sword upon a stone and bid him take that for coming a- night to Jane Smile. And I remember the kissing of her batler, and the cow’s dugs that her pretty chopped 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 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 speak’st wiser than thou art ware of.

ROSALIND

Thou speak’st wiser than thou art ware of.

TOUCHSTONE

Nay, I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it.

TOUCHSTONE

Nay, I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it.

ROSALIND

Jove, Jove, this shepherd’s passion
55 Is much upon my fashion.

ROSALIND

Jove, Jove, this shepherd’s passion
Is much upon my fashion.

TOUCHSTONE

And mine, but it grows something stale with me.

TOUCHSTONE

And mine, but it grows something stale with me.

CELIA

I pray you, one of you question yond man, if he for gold will give us any food. I faint almost to death.

CELIA

I pray you, one of you question yond man, if he for gold will give us any food. I faint almost to death.

TOUCHSTONE

(to CORIN) Holla, you clown!

TOUCHSTONE

(to CORIN) Holla, you clown!

ROSALIND

60 Peace, fool. He’s not thy kinsman.

ROSALIND

Peace, fool. He’s not thy kinsman.

CORIN

Who calls?

CORIN

Who calls?

TOUCHSTONE

Your betters, sir.

TOUCHSTONE

Your betters, sir.

CORIN

Else are they very wretched.

CORIN

Else are they very wretched.

ROSALIND

Peace, I say. —Good even to you, friend.

ROSALIND

Peace, I say. —Good even to you, friend.

CORIN

65 And to you, gentle sir, and to you all.

CORIN

And to you, gentle sir, and to you all.

ROSALIND

I prithee, shepherd, if that love or gold
Can in this desert place buy entertainment,
Bring us where we may rest ourselves and feed.
Here’s a young maid with travel much oppressed,
70 And faints for succor.

ROSALIND

I prithee, shepherd, if that love or gold
Can in this desert place buy entertainment,
Bring us where we may rest ourselves and feed.
Here’s a young maid with travel much oppressed,
And faints for succor.

CORIN

Fair sir, I pity her
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
75 And do not shear the fleeces that I graze.
My master is of churlish disposition
And little recks to find the way to heaven
By doing deeds of hospitality.
Besides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed
80 Are now on sale, and at our sheepcote now,
By reason of his absence, there is nothing
That you will feed on. But what is, come see,
And in my voice most welcome shall you be.

CORIN

Fair sir, I pity her
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
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
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?

ROSALIND

What is he that shall buy his flock and pasture?

CORIN

85 That young swain that you saw here but erewhile,
That little cares for buying anything.

CORIN

That young swain that you saw here but erewhile,
That little cares for buying anything.

ROSALIND

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.

ROSALIND

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

90 And we will mend thy wages. I like this place,
And willingly could waste my time in it.

CELIA

And we will mend thy wages. I like this place,
And willingly could waste my time in it.

CORIN

Assuredly the thing is to be sold.
Go with me. If you like upon report
The soil, the profit, and this kind of life,
95 I will your very faithful feeder be
And buy it with your gold right suddenly.

CORIN

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
Exeunt

Original Text

Modern Text

Enter ROSALIND for Ganymede, CELIA for Aliena, and TOUCHSTONE
Enter ROSALIND for Ganymede, CELIA for Aliena, and TOUCHSTONE

ROSALIND

O Jupiter, how weary are my spirits!

ROSALIND

O Jupiter, how weary are my spirits!

TOUCHSTONE

I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary.

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 the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to show itself courageous to petticoat. Therefore courage, good Aliena.

ROSALIND

I could find in my heart to disgrace my man’s apparel and to cry like a woman, but I must comfort 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.

CELIA

I pray you bear with me. I cannot go no further.

TOUCHSTONE

For my part, I had rather bear with you than bear you. Yet I should bear no cross if I did bear you, for I think you have no money in your purse.

TOUCHSTONE

For my part, I had rather bear with you than bear 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.

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 travelers must be content.

TOUCHSTONE

Ay, now am I in Arden, the more fool I. When I was at home
I was in a better place, but travelers must be content.

ROSALIND

Ay, be so, good Touchstone.

ROSALIND

Ay, be so, good Touchstone.
Enter CORIN and SILVIUS
Enter CORIN and SILVIUS
Look you who comes here, a young man and an old in solemn talk. 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.

CORIN

That is the way to make her scorn you still.

SILVIUS

O Corin, that thou knew’st how I do love her!

SILVIUS

O Corin, that thou knew’st how I do love her!

CORIN

I partly guess, for I have loved ere now.

CORIN

I partly guess, for I have loved ere now.

SILVIUS

20 No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess,
Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover
As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow.
But if thy love were ever like to mine—
As sure I think did never man love so—
25 How many actions most ridiculous
Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?

SILVIUS

No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess,
Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover
As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow.
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.

CORIN

Into a thousand that I have forgotten.

SILVIUS

Oh, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily.
If thou rememb’rest not the slightest folly
30 That ever love did make thee run into,
Thou hast not loved.
Or if thou hast not sat as I do now,
Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress’s praise,
Thou hast not loved.
35 Or if thou hast not broke from company
Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,
Thou hast not loved.
O Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe!

SILVIUS

Oh, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily.
If thou rememb’rest 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,
Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress’s praise,
Thou hast not loved.
Or if thou hast not broke from company
Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,
Thou hast not loved.
O Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe!
Exit
Exit

ROSALIND

Alas, poor shepherd, searching of thy wound,
40 I have by hard adventure found mine own.

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 coming a- night to Jane Smile. And I remember the kissing of her batler, and the cow’s dugs that her pretty chopped 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 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.

TOUCHSTONE

And I mine. I remember when I was in love I broke my sword upon a stone and bid him take that for coming a- night to Jane Smile. And I remember the kissing of her batler, and the cow’s dugs that her pretty chopped 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 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 speak’st wiser than thou art ware of.

ROSALIND

Thou speak’st wiser than thou art ware of.

TOUCHSTONE

Nay, I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it.

TOUCHSTONE

Nay, I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it.

ROSALIND

Jove, Jove, this shepherd’s passion
55 Is much upon my fashion.

ROSALIND

Jove, Jove, this shepherd’s passion
Is much upon my fashion.

TOUCHSTONE

And mine, but it grows something stale with me.

TOUCHSTONE

And mine, but it grows something stale with me.

CELIA

I pray you, one of you question yond man, if he for gold will give us any food. I faint almost to death.

CELIA

I pray you, one of you question yond man, if he for gold will give us any food. I faint almost to death.

TOUCHSTONE

(to CORIN) Holla, you clown!

TOUCHSTONE

(to CORIN) Holla, you clown!

ROSALIND

60 Peace, fool. He’s not thy kinsman.

ROSALIND

Peace, fool. He’s not thy kinsman.

CORIN

Who calls?

CORIN

Who calls?

TOUCHSTONE

Your betters, sir.

TOUCHSTONE

Your betters, sir.

CORIN

Else are they very wretched.

CORIN

Else are they very wretched.

ROSALIND

Peace, I say. —Good even to you, friend.

ROSALIND

Peace, I say. —Good even to you, friend.

CORIN

65 And to you, gentle sir, and to you all.

CORIN

And to you, gentle sir, and to you all.

ROSALIND

I prithee, shepherd, if that love or gold
Can in this desert place buy entertainment,
Bring us where we may rest ourselves and feed.
Here’s a young maid with travel much oppressed,
70 And faints for succor.

ROSALIND

I prithee, shepherd, if that love or gold
Can in this desert place buy entertainment,
Bring us where we may rest ourselves and feed.
Here’s a young maid with travel much oppressed,
And faints for succor.

CORIN

Fair sir, I pity her
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
75 And do not shear the fleeces that I graze.
My master is of churlish disposition
And little recks to find the way to heaven
By doing deeds of hospitality.
Besides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed
80 Are now on sale, and at our sheepcote now,
By reason of his absence, there is nothing
That you will feed on. But what is, come see,
And in my voice most welcome shall you be.

CORIN

Fair sir, I pity her
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
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
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?

ROSALIND

What is he that shall buy his flock and pasture?

CORIN

85 That young swain that you saw here but erewhile,
That little cares for buying anything.

CORIN

That young swain that you saw here but erewhile,
That little cares for buying anything.

ROSALIND

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.

ROSALIND

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

90 And we will mend thy wages. I like this place,
And willingly could waste my time in it.

CELIA

And we will mend thy wages. I like this place,
And willingly could waste my time in it.

CORIN

Assuredly the thing is to be sold.
Go with me. If you like upon report
The soil, the profit, and this kind of life,
95 I will your very faithful feeder be
And buy it with your gold right suddenly.

CORIN

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
Exeunt