1 How say you now? Is it not past two o'clock? and 2 here much Orlando!
CELIA
3 I warrant you, with pure love and troubled brain, he 4 hath ta'en his bow and arrows and is gone forth to 5 sleep. Look, who comes here.
Enter SILVIUS
SILVIUS
6 My errand is to you, fair youth; 7 My gentle Phebe bid me give you this: 8 I know not the contents; but, as I guess 9 By the stern brow and waspish action 10 Which she did use as she was writing of it, 11 It bears an angry tenor: pardon me: 12 I am but as a guiltless messenger.
ROSALIND
13 Patience herself would startle at this letter 14 And play the swaggerer; bear this, bear all: 15 She says I am not fair, that I lack manners; 16 She calls me proud, and that she could not love me, 17 Were man as rare as phoenix. 'Od's my will! 18 Her love is not the hare that I do hunt: 19 Why writes she so to me? Well, shepherd, well, 20 This is a letter of your own device.
SILVIUS
21 No, I protest, I know not the contents: 22 Phebe did write it.
ROSALIND
23 Come, come, you are a fool 24 And turn'd into the extremity of love. 25 I saw her hand: she has a leathern hand. 26 A freestone-colour'd hand; I verily did think 27 That her old gloves were on, but 'twas her hands: 28 She has a huswife's hand; but that's no matter: 29 I say she never did invent this letter; 30 This is a man's invention and his hand.
SILVIUS
31 Sure, it is hers.
ROSALIND
32 Why, 'tis a boisterous and a cruel style. 33 A style for-challengers; why, she defies me, 34 Like Turk to Christian: women's gentle brain 35 Could not drop forth such giant-rude invention 36 Such Ethiope words, blacker in their effect 37 Than in their countenance. Will you hear the letter?
SILVIUS
38 So please you, for I never heard it yet; 39 Yet heard too much of Phebe's cruelty.
ROSALIND
40 She Phebes me: mark how the tyrant writes. Reads 41 Art thou god to shepherd turn'd, 42 That a maiden's heart hath burn'd? 43 Can a woman rail thus?
SILVIUS
44 Call you this railing?
ROSALIND
Reads 45 Why, thy godhead laid apart, 46 Warr'st thou with a woman's heart? 47 Did you ever hear such railing? 48 Whiles the eye of man did woo me, 49 That could do no vengeance to me. 50 Meaning me a beast. 51 If the scorn of your bright eyne 52 Have power to raise such love in mine, 53 Alack, in me what strange effect 54 Would they work in mild aspect! 55 Whiles you chid me, I did love; 56 How then might your prayers move! 57 He that brings this love to thee 58 Little knows this love in me: 59 And by him seal up thy mind; 60 Whether that thy youth and kind 61 Will the faithful offer take 62 Of me and all that I can make; 63 Or else by him my love deny, 64 And then I'll study how to die.
SILVIUS
65 Call you this chiding?
CELIA
66 Alas, poor shepherd!
ROSALIND
67 Do you pity him? no, he deserves no pity. Wilt 68 thou love such a woman? What, to make thee an 69 instrument and play false strains upon thee! not to 70 be endured! Well, go your way to her, for I see 71 love hath made thee a tame snake, and say this to 72 her: that if she love me, I charge her to love 73 thee; if she will not, I will never have her unless 74 thou entreat for her. If you be a true lover, 75 hence, and not a word; for here comes more company.
Exit SILVIUS
Enter OLIVER
OLIVER
76 Good morrow, fair ones: pray you, if you know, 77 Where in the purlieus of this forest stands 78 A sheep-cote fenced about with olive trees?
CELIA
79 West of this place, down in the neighbour bottom: 80 The rank of osiers by the murmuring stream 81 Left on your right hand brings you to the place. 82 But at this hour the house doth keep itself; 83 There's none within.
OLIVER
84 If that an eye may profit by a tongue, 85 Then should I know you by description; 86 Such garments and such years: 'The boy is fair, 87 Of female favour, and bestows himself 88 Like a ripe sister: the woman low 89 And browner than her brother.' Are not you 90 The owner of the house I did inquire for?
CELIA
91 It is no boast, being ask'd, to say we are.
OLIVER
92 Orlando doth commend him to you both, 93 And to that youth he calls his Rosalind 94 He sends this bloody napkin. Are you he?
ROSALIND
95 I am: what must we understand by this?
OLIVER
96 Some of my shame; if you will know of me 97 What man I am, and how, and why, and where 98 This handkercher was stain'd.
CELIA
99 I pray you, tell it.
OLIVER
100 When last the young Orlando parted from you 101 He left a promise to return again 102 Within an hour, and pacing through the forest, 103 Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy, 104 Lo, what befell! he threw his eye aside, 105 And mark what object did present itself: 106 Under an oak, whose boughs were moss'd with age 107 And high top bald with dry antiquity, 108 A wretched ragged man, o'ergrown with hair, 109 Lay sleeping on his back: about his neck 110 A green and gilded snake had wreathed itself, 111 Who with her head nimble in threats approach'd 112 The opening of his mouth; but suddenly, 113 Seeing Orlando, it unlink'd itself, 114 And with indented glides did slip away 115 Into a bush: under which bush's shade 116 A lioness, with udders all drawn dry, 117 Lay couching, head on ground, with catlike watch, 118 When that the sleeping man should stir; for 'tis 119 The royal disposition of that beast 120 To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead: 121 This seen, Orlando did approach the man 122 And found it was his brother, his elder brother.
CELIA
123 O, I have heard him speak of that same brother; 124 And he did render him the most unnatural 125 That lived amongst men.
OLIVER
126 And well he might so do, 127 For well I know he was unnatural.
ROSALIND
128 But, to Orlando: did he leave him there, 129 Food to the suck'd and hungry lioness?
OLIVER
130 Twice did he turn his back and purposed so; 131 But kindness, nobler ever than revenge, 132 And nature, stronger than his just occasion, 133 Made him give battle to the lioness, 134 Who quickly fell before him: in which hurtling 135 From miserable slumber I awaked.
CELIA
136 Are you his brother?
ROSALIND
137 Wast you he rescued?
CELIA
138 Was't you that did so oft contrive to kill him?
OLIVER
139 'Twas I; but 'tis not I I do not shame 140 To tell you what I was, since my conversion 141 So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am.
ROSALIND
142 But, for the bloody napkin?
OLIVER
143 By and by. 144 When from the first to last betwixt us two 145 Tears our recountments had most kindly bathed, 146 As how I came into that desert place:-- 147 In brief, he led me to the gentle duke, 148 Who gave me fresh array and entertainment, 149 Committing me unto my brother's love; 150 Who led me instantly unto his cave, 151 There stripp'd himself, and here upon his arm 152 The lioness had torn some flesh away, 153 Which all this while had bled; and now he fainted 154 And cried, in fainting, upon Rosalind. 155 Brief, I recover'd him, bound up his wound; 156 And, after some small space, being strong at heart, 157 He sent me hither, stranger as I am, 158 To tell this story, that you might excuse 159 His broken promise, and to give this napkin 160 Dyed in his blood unto the shepherd youth 161 That he in sport doth call his Rosalind.
ROSALIND swoons
CELIA
162 Why, how now, Ganymede! sweet Ganymede!
OLIVER
163 Many will swoon when they do look on blood.
CELIA
164 There is more in it. Cousin Ganymede!
OLIVER
165 Look, he recovers.
ROSALIND
166 I would I were at home.
CELIA
167 We'll lead you thither. 168 I pray you, will you take him by the arm?
OLIVER
169 Be of good cheer, youth: you a man! you lack a 170 man's heart.
ROSALIND
171 I do so, I confess it. Ah, sirrah, a body would 172 think this was well counterfeited! I pray you, tell 173 your brother how well I counterfeited. Heigh-ho!
OLIVER
174 This was not counterfeit: there is too great 175 testimony in your complexion that it was a passion 176 of earnest.
ROSALIND
177 Counterfeit, I assure you.
OLIVER
178 Well then, take a good heart and counterfeit to be a man.
ROSALIND
179 So I do: but, i' faith, I should have been a woman by right.
CELIA
180 Come, you look paler and paler: pray you, draw 181 homewards. Good sir, go with us.
OLIVER
182 That will I, for I must bear answer back 183 How you excuse my brother, Rosalind.
ROSALIND
184 I shall devise something: but, I pray you, commend 185 my counterfeiting to him. Will you go?