The Bodleian First Folio

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Reference: R5v - Comedies, p. 202

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As you like it.

prate: we must haue your doublet and hose pluckt ouer

your head, and shew the world what the bird hath done

to her owne neast.

 Ros.

O coz, coz, coz: my pretty little coz, that thou

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didst know how many fathome deepe I am in loue: but

it cannot bee sounded: my affection hath an vnknowne

bottome, like the Bay of Portugall.

 Cel.

Or rather bottomlesse, that as fast as you poure

affection in, in runs out.

 Ros.
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No, that same wicked Bastard of Venus, that was

begot of thought, conceiu'd of spleene, and borne of

madnesse, that blinde rascally boy, that abuses euery

ones eyes, because his owne are out, let him bee iudge,

how deepe I am in loue: ile tell thee Aliena, I cannot be

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out of the sight of Orlando: Ile goe finde a shadow, and

sigh till he come.

 Cel.

And Ile sleepe.

 Exeunt.
Scena Secunda. [Act 4, Scene 2] Enter Iaques and Lords, Forresters. Iaq.

Which is he that killed the Deare?

 Lord.

Sir, it was I.

 Iaq.
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Let's present him to the Duke like a Romane

Conquerour, and it would doe well to set the Deares

horns vpon his head, for a branch of victory; haue you

no song Forrester for this purpose?

 Lord.

Yes Sir.

 Iaq.
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Sing it: 'tis no matter how it bee in tune, so it

make noyse enough.

 Musicke, Song. What shall he haue that kild the Deare? His Leather skin, and hornes to weare: Then sing him home, the rest shall beare this burthen;
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Take thou no scorne to weare the horne, It was a crest ere thou wast borne, Thy fathers father wore it, And thy father bore it, The horne, the horne, the lusty horne,
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Is not a thing to laugh to scorne. Exeunt.
Scœna Tertia. [Act 4, Scene 3] Enter Rosalind and Celia. Ros. How say you now, is it not past two a clock? And heere much Orlando. Cel. I warrant you, with pure loue, & troubled brain, Enter Siluius. He hath t'ane his bow and arrowes, and is gone forth
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To sleepe: looke who comes here. Sil. My errand is to you, faire youth, My gentle Phebe, did bid me giue you this: I know not the contents, but as I guesse By the sterne brow, and waspish action
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Which she did vse, as she was writing of it, It beares an angry tenure; pardon me, I am but as a guiltlesse messenger. Ros. Patience her selfe would startle at this letter,

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And play the swaggerer, beare this, beare all:
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Shee saies I am not faire, that I lacke manners, She calls me proud, and that she could not loue me Were man as rare as Phenix: 'od's my will, Her loue is not the Hare that I doe hunt, Why writes she so to me? well Shepheard, well,
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This is a Letter of your owne deuice. Sil. No, I protest, I know not the contents, Phebe did write it. Ros. Come, come, you are a foole, And turn'd into the extremity of loue.
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I saw her hand, she has a leatherne hand, A freestone coloured hand: I verily did thinke That her old gloues were on, but twas her hands: She has a huswiues hand, but that's no matter: I say she neuer did inuent this letter,
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This is a mans inuention, and his hand. Sil. Sure it is hers. Ros. Why, tis a boysterous and a cruell stile, A stile for challengers: why, she defies me, Like Turke to Christian: vvomens gentle braine
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Could not drop forth such giant rude inuention, Such Ethiop vvords, blacker in their effect Then in their countenance: vvill you heare the letter? Sil. So please you, for I neuer heard it yet: Yet heard too much of Phebes crueltie. Ros.
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She Phebes me: marke how the tyrant vvrites. Read. Art thou god, to Shepherd turn'd> That a maidens heart hath burn'd. Can a vvoman raile thus? Sil. Call you this railing? Ros.
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Read. Why, thy godhead laid a part, War'st thou with a womans heart? Did you euer heare such railing? Whiles the eye of man did wooe me, That could do no vengeance to me.
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Meaning me a beast. If the scorne of your bright eine Haue power to raise such loue in mine, Alacke, in me, what strange effect Would they worke in milde aspect?
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Whiles you chid me, I did loue, How then might your praiers moue? He that brings this loue to thee, Little knowes this Loue in me: And by him seale vp thy minde,
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Whether that thy youth and kinde Will the faithfull offer take Of me, and all that I can make, Or else by him my loue denie, And then Ile studie how to die. Sil.
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Call you this chiding? Cel. Alas poore Shepheard. Ros.

Doe you pitty him? No, he deserues no pitty:

wilt thou loue such a woman? what to make thee an in­

strument, and play false straines vpon thee ? not to be en­

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dur'd. Well, goe your way to her; (for I see Loue hath

made thee a tame snake) and say this to her; That if she

loue me, I charge her to loue thee: if she will not, I will

neuer haue her, vnlesse thou intreat for her: if you bee a

true louer hence, and not a word; for here comes more

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company.

 Exit. Sil. Enter Oliuer. Oliu. Good morrow, faire ones: pray you, (if you know) Where in the Purlews of this Forrest, stands A

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Scena Secunda. [Act 4, Scene 2] Enter Iaques and Lords, Forresters. Iaq.

Which is he that killed the Deare?

 Lord.

Sir, it was I.

 Iaq.
[2065]

Let's present him to the Duke like a Romane

Conquerour, and it would doe well to set the Deares

horns vpon his head, for a branch of victory; haue you

no song Forrester for this purpose?

 Lord.

Yes Sir.

 Iaq.
[2070]

Sing it: 'tis no matter how it bee in tune, so it

make noyse enough.

 Musicke, Song. What shall he haue that kild the Deare? His Leather skin, and hornes to weare: Then sing him home, the rest shall beare this burthen;
[2075]
Take thou no scorne to weare the horne, It was a crest ere thou wast borne, Thy fathers father wore it, And thy father bore it, The horne, the horne, the lusty horne,
[2080]
Is not a thing to laugh to scorne. Exeunt.
 

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