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O Corin, that thou knewest how I do love her. 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? O thou didst then never love so heartily, If thou remembrest 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, Wearing thy hearer in thy Mistress praise, Thou hast not loved. Or if thou hast not broke from company, Abruptly as my passion now makes me, Thou hast not loved. Oh Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe. Sweet Phoebe do not scorn me, do not Phoebe Say that you love me not, but say not so In bitterness; the common executioner Whose heart the accustomed sighed of death makes hard Falls not the axe upon the humbled neck, But first begs pardon: will you sterner be Then he that die and lives by bloody drops? Oh deer Phoebe, If ever (as that ever may be near) You meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy, Then shall you know the wounds invisible That Loves keen arrows make. Sweet Phoebe. Sweet Phoebe pity me. Where ever sorrow is, relief would be: If you do sorrow at my grief in love, By giving love your sorrow, and my grief Were both extermined. I would have you. So holy, and so perfect is my love, And I in such a poverty of grace, That I shall think it a most plenteous crop To glean the broken ears after the man That the main harvest reaps: lose now and then A scattered smile, and that I'll live upon. Not very well, but I have met him oft, And he hath bought the Cottage and the bounds That the old Carlot once was Master of. Phoebe, with all my heart. My errand is to you, fair youth, My gentle Phoebe, did bid me give you this: I know not the contents, but as I guess By the stern brow, and waspish Actium Which she did use, as she was writing of it, It bears and angry tenure; pardon me, I am but as a guiltless messenger. No, I protest, I know not the contents, Phoebe did write it. Sure it is hers. So please you, for I never herd it yet: Yet herd too much of Phebe's cruelty. Call you this railing? Call you this chiding? It is to be all made of sighs and tears, And so am I for Phoebe. It is to be all made of faith and service, And so am I for Phoebe. It is to be all made of fantasy All made of passion, and all made oh hes, All adoration, duty, and obseruan , All humbleness, all patience, and impatience, All purity, all trial, all observance: And so am I for Phoebe. If this be so, why blame you me to love you? I'll not fail, if I live. Though to have her and death, were both one thing.
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…