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That is the way to make her scorn you still. I partly guess: for I have loved ere now. Into a thousand that I have forgotten. Who calls? Else are they very wretched. And to you gentle Sir, and to you all. Fair Sir, I pity her, And wish for her sake more then for mine own, My Fortune's 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 wreaks to find the way to heaven By doing deeds of hospitality. Beside his Coat, his Flocks, and bounds of feed Are now on sale, and at our sheepcoat 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. That young Swain that you saw here but ere while, That little cares for buying any thing. 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. Under the green wood tree, who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry Note, unto the sweet Birds throat: Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see no enemy, But Winter and rough Weather. No more, but that I know the more one sickens, the worse at ease he is: and that he that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends. That the property of rain is to wet, and fire to burn: That pood pasture makes fat sheep: and that a great cause of the night, is lack of the Sun: That he that hath lear ned no wit by Nature, nor Art, may complain of good breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred. No truly. Nay, I hope. For not being at Court? your reason. Not a whit Touchstone, those that are good ma ners at the Court, are as ridiculous in the Country, as the behaviour of the Country is most mockeable at the Court. You told me, you salute not at the Court, but you kiss your hands; that courtesy would be uncleanly if Courtiers were shepherd's. Why we are still handling our Ewes, and their Fels you know are greasy. Beside, our hands are hard. And they are often tarred over, with the surgery of our sheep: and would you have us kiss Tar? The Courtiers hands are perfumed with Civet. You have too Courtly a wit for me, I'll rest. Sir, I am a true Labourer, I earn that I eat: get that I wear; owe no man hate, envy no men happi ness: glad of other men's good content with my harm: and the greatest of my pride, is to see my Ewes graze, & my Lambs suck. Here comes young M r Ganymede, my new Mistress ses Brother. If you will see a pageant truly played Between the pale complexion of true Love, And the read glow of scorn and proud disdain, Go hence a little, and I shall conduct you If you will mark it. Our Master and Mistress seeks you: come a way, away. Mistress and Master, you have oft inquired After the Shepherd that complained of love, Who you saw sitting by me on the Turph, Praising the proud disdainful Shepherdess That was his Mistress. And how Like you this shepherd's life M r Touchstone ?
Plot summary
Plot — As You Like It
Before the start of the play, Duke Senior was usurped and banished by his younger brother Frederick. Some loyal lords have gone into voluntary exile with him in the Forest of Arden, but his daughter, Rosalind, has remained at court with her beloved cousin, Celia. Upon inheriting his father’s estate, Oliver has neglected his responsibility to educate his younger brother Orlando, keeping him instead in rustic poverty. Orlando remonstrates with Oliver about it without success, then asks for his small inheritance, determined to make his own way in the world. He intends to compete against Charles the wrestler, who has challenged all comers at a forthcoming court show. Charles consults Oliver, concerned that he may injure the young man, but Oliver persuades him that Orlando is a bad lot and that the world would benefit if Charles were to kill him in the match. In the event, Orlando is victorious, but Duke Frederick’s pleasure in his success disappears on learning that he is the son of Sir Rowland, a personal enemy. Rosalind falls in love with Orlando, but he is too tongue-tied to speak to her. Frederick banishes Rosalind. She and Celia flee to the forest in disguise, taking the court fool Touchstone with them; for security, Rosalind poses as a youth, Ganymede, and buys a cottage on arrival. Frederick hears rumours that Orlando may have absconded with them. Meanwhile, Oliver attempts to murder Orlando by burning down his lodging, so the young man escapes to the forest with the old servant Adam, who offers his life savings to finance their departure. Oliver is unable to produce his brother at Frederick’s command, so Frederick confiscates his property until he does so, In Arden, Adam’s strength fails him, so Orlando tries to force a meal out of the local foresters, only to find that they are Duke Senior and his entourage, and only too happy to succour the needy servant. Orlando hangs love-poems to Rosalind on the trees. He encounters ‘Ganymede’, who offers to cure him of love by role-play: ‘he’ will pose as Rosalind, and Orlando will woo ‘her’. When he fails to arrive on time for a session, ‘Ganymede’ encounters another pair of lovers: Silvius dotes on Phoebe, who rejects him. 1600 | ‘Ganymede’ intervenes, disdaining Phoebe’s self- conceit, which makes Phoebe fall in love with ‘him’. She persuades Silvius to carry what she says is a taunting letter to ‘Ganymede’, but it turns out to bea - love-poem. When Orlando finally turns up, the play-~ acting begins, and…