'There is to be a wrestling match before Duke Frederick and all his court.
'Already, Charles, the strongest man in the country
'has broken the ribs of three young men.'
'Now a fourth is awaiting.'
How now, daughter. And Rosalind!
Are you crept hither to see the wrestling?
Ay, Uncle, so please you give us leave.
You will take little delight in it, I can tell you, there is such odds in the man
In pity of the challenger's youth I would fain dissuade him
But he will not be entreated.
Now Hercules be thy speed, young man.
I would I were invisible to catch the strong fellow by the leg.
Ou!
O excellent young man!
- What is thy name, young man? - Orlando, my liege
The youngest son of Sir Rowland De Boys.
I would thou hadst been son to some man else
The world esteem'd thy father honourable, but I did find him still mine enemy.
My father's rough and envious disposition sticks me at the heart.
Gentleman, wear this for me
One out of suits with fortune that could give more
But that her hand lacks means.
Come, me, wrestle with thy affections.
Mistress, dispatch you with your safest haste and get you from our court.
- Me, Uncle? - You, cousin.
Within these ten days if that thou be'st found so near our public courts as twenty miles
- Thou dies! for it. - I do beseech your grace
Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me.
Thou art thy father's daughter, there's enough.
O my poor Rosalind, whither will thou go?
Witt thou change fathers? I will give thee mine.
Say what thou can'st, I'll go along with thee.
Why, whither shall we go?
To seek my uncle in the Forest of Arden.
Alas, what danger will it be to us?
But what if we assay'd...?
What shall I ll thee when thou art a man?
Call me Ganymede.
But what will you be called?
No longer Celia but Aliena.
'In the Forest of Arden,
Now, my brothers in exile
Hath not old custom made this life more sweat than that of painted pomp?
Are not these woods more free from peril than the envious court?
And this our life finds tongues in trees, books in the mooing brooks
And good in every thing.
Where is Jaques?
We today did steal behind him as he lay under an oak
To which place a poor stag that from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt
Did me to languish.
He swears that we are mere usurpers, tyrants
And what's worse, fright the animals and kill them in their native dwelling place.
Show me the place, I love to hear him in these sullen fits.
O unhappy youth, me not within these doors
Your brother hath heard your praises
And this night he means to bum the lodging where you used to lie
And you within it.
Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go?
Wouldst thou have me go and beg my food
Or with a base and boisterous sword enforce
A thievish living on the common road?
But do not so
I have five hundred crowns I saved under your father
Talus that.
O good old man.
Let me go with you
Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty.
Come, we'll go along together.
Well, this is the forest of Arden.
Ay, now am I in Arden, the more fool I
When I mas at home I mas in a better place
Look you, who mes here?
O Corin
That thou knew'st how I do love her.
I partly guess, for I have loved ere now.
No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess.
O, Phebe, Phebe!
Phebe!
Jove, Jove!
This shepherd's passion is much upon my fashion.
Good even to you, friend.
And to you, gentle sir, and to you all.
I prithee, shepherd, bring us where we may rest ourselves and feed.
Here's a young maid with travel much oppress'd
And faints for succour.
Fair sir, I pity her, but I am shepherd to another man
His collage, ﬂocks and bounds of feed are now on sale
And there is nothing that you will feed on.
I pray thee, if it stands with honesty
Buy thou the cottage, pasture and the ﬂock
And thou shall have to pay for it of us.
And we will mend thy wages.
I will your very faithful feeder be.
Young master, I can go no further
O, I die for food
Here lie I down and measure out my grave
Farewell, kind master.
Why, how now, Adam, no greater heart in thee?
Live a little, comfort a little
Cheer thyself a little
If this uncouth forest yield anything savage
I will be either food for it
Or bring it for food to thee.
♪ Under the greenwood tree
♪ Who loves to lie with me
♪ And tum his merry note
♪ His merry, merry note
♪ Unto the sweet bird's throat
♪ And tum his merry note
♪ Unto the sweet bird's throat... ♪
♪ Come hither, me hither, me hither
♪ Here shall he see no enemy
♪ But winter and rough weather
♪ Here shall he see no enemy
♪ But winter and rough weather
♪ Here shall he see no enemy... ♪
Forebear and eat no more.
- Why, I have eaten none yet. - Nor shalt not till necessity be served.
Sit down and feed and welcome to our table.
Speak you so gently? Pardon me, I pray you
I thought that all things had been savage here.
- There is an old poor man... - Go find him out.
- And we will nothing waste till your return. - I thank ye!
Thou sees! we are not all alone unhappy.
This wide and universal theatre
Presents more woeful pageants than the scene wherein we play.
All the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players
They have their emits and their entrances and one man in his time plays many parts
His acts being seven ages
Al first the infant
Then the whining school-boy
And then the lover
Then a soldier, jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel
And than the justice
The sixth age shifts into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon
With spectacles on nose
Last scene of all that ends this history is second childishness
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste.
Sans everything.
♪ Come hither, me hither, me hither
♪ Come hither, me hither, me hither ♪
'Duke Frederick discovered his daughter's ﬂight with Rosalind
'and having heard of their talk with Orlando, suspected that they had all ﬂed together.
'In a rage, he sent for Orlando's brother Oliver
'and ordered him to find Orlando or risk banishment himself.'
'From the east to western Ind, no jewel is like Rosalind'
'All the pictures fairest lined are but black to... Rosalind'
'Let no fa be kept in mind but the fair of Rosalind.'
- Oh! -'Thus Rosalind of many parts
'By heavenly synod was devised
-'Of many fa, eyes and hearts...' - This is the very false gallop of verses.
Why do you infect yourself with them?
Pea, you dull fool, I found them on a tree.
Truly the tree yield bad fruit.
- Trow you who hath done this? - Is it a man?
It is young Orlando
That tripped up the wrestler's heels and your heart both in an instant.
Alas, the day! What shall I do with my doublet and hose?
- How look'd he? - Soft! Comes he not here?
- Rosalind is your love's name? - Yes, just.
I do not like her name.
There was no thought of pleasing you when she was christened.
- What stature is she of? - Just as high as my heart.
You're full of pretty answers. Farewell, good Signior Love
I pray you, what is't o'clock?
You should ask me what time of day, there is no clock in the forest.
- What would you? - There is a man haunts the forest
That abuses our young plants
Hangs odes upon hawthorns and elegies on brambles
All deifying the name of Rosalind
If I could meet that fancy monger I would give him some good counsel
I am he that is so love-shaked.
Love is merely a madness, yet I profess curing it by counsel.
- Did you ever cure any so? - Yes, one, and in this manner
He was to imagine me his love, his mistress
And I set him every day to woo me
At which time would I grieve, be proud,
Fantastical, apish, inconstant full of tears, full of smiles
That I drave my suitor from his mad humour of love
To a living humour of madness and thus I cured him.
I would not be cured, youth
I would cure you if you would but ll me Rosalind
And me every day to my cote and woo me.
'Love grew in the forest fast as weeds.
'Even Touchstone had found himself a male.'
I will fetch up your goats. Audrey.
As another poet did.
Truly, I wish the gods had made thee poetical.
I do not know what poetical is. Is it honest?
No, truly, for the truest poetry is the most feigning.
Well, I am not fair and therefore I pray the gods make me honest.
Truly and to cast away honesty upon a foul slut
Were to put good meat into an unclean dish
But be it as it may be I will marry thee.
Never talk to me; I will weep.
Do but consider that tears do not become a man.
Why did he swear he would me this morning and mes not?
- Certainly there is no truth in him - Not true in love?
- You have heard him swear he was! - Was is not is.
Mistress and master, you have oft inquired after the shepherd
That complained of love.
Sweet Phebe, do not scorn me, do not, Phebe
If ever you meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy
Then shall you know the wounds invisible that love's keen arrows make.
But till that time, me not thou near me
And when that time mes, afflict me with thy mocks
Pity me not, as till that time I shall not pity thee.
Oh!
And why. I pray you?
Who might be your mother
That you insult, exult and all at on over the Matched?
Mistress, know yourself; down on your knees
And thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love
For I must tell you, friendly in your ear
Sell when you n, you are not for all markets.
Sweet youth!
I pray you, chide a year together
I had rather hear you chide than this man woo.
I pray you, do no fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.
Whoever loved that loved not at first sight?
My fair Rosalind, I me within an hour of my promise
- Break an hour's promise in love? - Pardon me, dear Rosalind
Nay and you be so tardy, me no more in my sight
I had as lief be wooed of a snail.
Am not I your Rosalind?
I would take some joy to say you are
Because I would be talking of her.
Well, in her person I saw I will not have you
And in mine own person, I die.
No, faith, men have died from time to time
And worms have eaten them but not for love
But me now
I will be your Rosalind in a more coming-on disposition
Ask me what you will, I will grant it.
Then love me, Rosalind.
Ay, and twenty such.
Now, tell me how long you would have her after you have possessed her.
For ever and a day!
Say a day without the ever.
No, no, Orlando, men are April when they woo
December when they wed.
Maids are May when they are maids
But the sky changes when they are wives.
But will my Rosalind do so?
By my life, she will do as I do.
I must attend the Duke at dinner
For these two hours I will leave thee - adieu.
You have simply misused our sex in your love-prate.
O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz
That thou didst know how many fathom deep I am in love.
Ahem.
Good morrow, fair ones
Orlando doth commend him to you both
He sent me hither, stranger as I am, to tell this story.
'Orlando, on his way to meet with his imagined Rosalind,
'me upon a ragged man asleep under a tree.
'It was his brother, Oliver.
'A hungry lioness crouched nearby waiting to pounce.
'Instantly forgetting the injuries his brother had done him,
'Orlando fought with the lioness and overthrew her
'but not without some cost to himself.
'Then Oliver - for he was the stranger - gave Rosalind a token from Orlando.'
Why how now, Ganymede?
Sweet Ganymede!
Oh!
I would I were at home.
We shall find a time, Audrey patience, gentle Audrey.
Our master and mistress seeks you - ma away, away!
Trip, Audrey! Trip, Audrey!
I attend, I attend!
Is't possible that on so little acquaintance you should like her?
I love Aliena, she loves me.
Consent with both that we may enjoy each other.
My father's house and all the revenue that was old Sir Rowland's will I estate upon you
And here live and die a shepherd.
Let your wedding be tomorrow
Thither will I invite the Duke and all's contented followers.
O, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to see thee wear thy heart in a scarf.
- It is my arm. - Did your brother tell you
How well I counterfeited to swoon when I saw your handkerchief?
Are you, and greater wonders than that.
O, I know where you are.
Nay,'tis tme: your brother and my sister are in the very wrath of love.
They shall be married tomorrow.
But, O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.
Why then, tomorrow I cannot serve your turn for Rosalind?
I can no longer live by thinking.
I can do strange things
Put you in your best array, bid your friends
For if you will be married tomorrow, you shall, and to Rosalind, if you will.
Youth! You have done me much ungentleness.
I care not if I have.
You are there followed by a faithful shepherd: look upon him, love him
- He worships you! - Good shepherd
Tell this youth what'tis to love.
It is to be all made of sighs and tears.
- And so am I for Phebe. - And I for Ganymede.
- And I for Rosalind. - And I for no woman.
It is to be all made of faith and service.
- And so am I for Phebe. - And I for Ganymede.
- And I for Rosalind. - And I for no woman.
It is to be all made of fantasy all made of passion.
Pray you, no more of this!
'Tis like the howling of Irish wolves against the moon.
I will many you if ever I many woman
And I'll be married tomorrow
But if you do refuse to many me
You'll give yourself to this most faithful shepherd.
- So is the bargain. - Keep your word.
From hence I go to males these doubts all even
Tomorrow meet me altogether.
Dost thou believe, Orlando, that Ganymede can do all this that he hath promised?
I sometimes do believe and sometimes do not
There is, sure, another ﬂood toward and these couples are coming to the ark.
I press in here, sir, to swear and forswear
According as marriage binds and blood breaks
A poor virgin, sir, an ill-favoured thing, sir
But mine own.
Good Duke, receive thy daughter
Hymen from heaven brought her
That thou mightst join her hand with his, whose heart within his bosom is
To you I give myself for I am yours.
If there be truth in sight, you are my daughter
If thera be truth in sight you are my Rosalind
If sight and shape be true, why then, my love, adieu
Here's eight that must make hands to join in Hymen's bands
You and you no cross shall part
You and you are heart in heart
You to his love must accord or have a woman for your lord
Oh!
You and you are sure together as the winter to foul weather.
Let me have audience for a word or two.
Duke Frederick addressed a mighty power to take his brother here
And to the skirts of this wild wood he me.
Meeting with an old religious man
He mas converted from his enterprise and from the world
his crown bequeathing to his banish'd brother.
Every of this happy number that have endured shrewd days and nights with us
Shall share the good of our relumed fortune.
Play music!
And you brides and bridegrooms all with measure heaped in joy
To the measures fall.
♪ And therefore take the present time
♪ With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino
♪ And a hey noni-nonino
♪ For love is crownèd with the prime
♪ In spring time, in spring time
♪ In spring time, the only pretty ring time
♪ When birds do sing, hey ding-a-ding-a-ding
♪ Hey ding-a-ding-a-ding, hey ding-a-ding-a-ding
♪ Sweet lovers love the spring
♪ Hey ding-a-ding-a-ding
♪ Hey ding-a-ding-a-ding, hey ding-a-ding-a-ding
♪ Sweet lovers love the spring ♪