| ACT V SCENE II | The forest. | |
| | Enter ORLANDO and OLIVER | |
| ORLANDO | Is't possible that on so little acquaintance you | |
| | should like her? that but seeing you should love | |
| | her? and loving woo? and, wooing, she should | |
| | grant? and will you persever to enjoy her? | 5 |
| OLIVER | Neither call the giddiness of it in question, the | |
| | poverty of her, the small acquaintance, my sudden | |
| | wooing, nor her sudden consenting; but say with me, | |
| | I love Aliena; say with her that she loves me; | |
| | consent with both that we may enjoy each other: it | 10 |
| | shall be to your good; for 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. | |
| ORLANDO | You have my consent. Let your wedding be to-morrow: | |
| | thither will I invite the duke and all's contented | 15 |
| | followers. Go you and prepare Aliena; for look | |
| | you, here comes my Rosalind. | |
| | Enter ROSALIND | |
| ROSALIND | God save you, brother. | |
| OLIVER | And you, fair sister. | |
| | Exit | |
| ROSALIND | O, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to see thee | 20 |
| | wear thy heart in a scarf! | |
| ORLANDO | It is my arm. | |
| ROSALIND | I thought thy heart had been wounded with the claws | |
| | of a lion. | |
| ORLANDO | Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady. | 25 |
| ROSALIND | Did your brother tell you how I counterfeited to | |
| | swoon when he showed me your handkerchief? | |
| ORLANDO | Ay, and greater wonders than that. | |
| ROSALIND | O, I know where you are: nay, 'tis true: there was | |
| | never any thing so sudden but the fight of two rams | 30 |
| | and Caesar's thrasonical brag of 'I came, saw, and | |
| | overcame:' for your brother and my sister no sooner | |
| | met but they looked, no sooner looked but they | |
| | loved, no sooner loved but they sighed, no sooner | |
| | sighed but they asked one another the reason, no | 35 |
| | sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy; | |
| | and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs | |
| | to marriage which they will climb incontinent, or | |
| | else be incontinent before marriage: they are in | |
| | the very wrath of love and they will together; clubs | 40 |
| | cannot part them. | |
| ORLANDO | They shall be married to-morrow, and I will bid the | |
| | duke to the nuptial. But, O, how bitter a thing it | |
| | is to look into happiness through another man's | |
| | eyes! By so much the more shall I to-morrow be at | 45 |
| | the height of heart-heaviness, by how much I shall | |
| | think my brother happy in having what he wishes for. | |
| ROSALIND | Why then, to-morrow I cannot serve your turn for Rosalind? | |
| ORLANDO | I can live no longer by thinking. | |
| ROSALIND | I will weary you then no longer with idle talking. | 50 |
| | Know of me then, for now I speak to some purpose, | |
| | that I know you are a gentleman of good conceit: I | |
| | speak not this that you should bear a good opinion | |
| | of my knowledge, insomuch I say I know you are; | |
| | neither do I labour for a greater esteem than may in | 55 |
| | some little measure draw a belief from you, to do | |
| | yourself good and not to grace me. Believe then, if | |
| | you please, that I can do strange things: I have, | |
| | since I was three year old, conversed with a | |
| | magician, most profound in his art and yet not | 60 |
| | damnable. If you do love Rosalind so near the heart | |
| | as your gesture cries it out, when your brother | |
| | marries Aliena, shall you marry her: I know into | |
| | what straits of fortune she is driven; and it is | |
| | not impossible to me, if it appear not inconvenient | 65 |
| | to you, to set her before your eyes tomorrow human | |
| | as she is and without any danger. | |
| ORLANDO | Speakest thou in sober meanings? | |
| ROSALIND | By my life, I do; which I tender dearly, though I | |
| | say I am a magician. Therefore, put you in your | 70 |
| | best array: bid your friends; for if you will be | |
| | married to-morrow, you shall, and to Rosalind, if you will. | |
| | Enter SILVIUS and PHEBE | |
| | Look, here comes a lover of mine and a lover of hers. | |
| PHEBE | Youth, you have done me much ungentleness, | |
| | To show the letter that I writ to you. | 75 |
| ROSALIND | I care not if I have: it is my study | |
| | To seem despiteful and ungentle to you: | |
| | You are there followed by a faithful shepherd; | |
| | Look upon him, love him; he worships you. | |
| PHEBE | Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis to love. | 80 |
| SILVIUS | It is to be all made of sighs and tears; | |
| | And so am I for Phebe. | |
| PHEBE | And I for Ganymede. | |
| ORLANDO | And I for Rosalind. | |
| ROSALIND | And I for no woman. | 85 |
| SILVIUS | It is to be all made of faith and service; | |
| | And so am I for Phebe. | |
| PHEBE | And I for Ganymede. | |
| ORLANDO | And I for Rosalind. | |
| ROSALIND | And I for no woman. | 90 |
| SILVIUS | It is to be all made of fantasy, | |
| | All made of passion and all made of wishes, | |
| | All adoration, duty, and observance, | |
| | All humbleness, all patience and impatience, | |
| | All purity, all trial, all observance; | 95 |
| | And so am I for Phebe. | |
| PHEBE | And so am I for Ganymede. | |
| ORLANDO | And so am I for Rosalind. | |
| ROSALIND | And so am I for no woman. | |
| PHEBE | If this be so, why blame you me to love you? | 100 |
| SILVIUS | If this be so, why blame you me to love you? | |
| ORLANDO | If this be so, why blame you me to love you? | |
| ROSALIND | Who do you speak to, 'Why blame you me to love you?' | |
| ORLANDO | To her that is not here, nor doth not hear. | |
| ROSALIND | Pray you, no more of this; 'tis like the howling | 105 |
| | of Irish wolves against the moon. | |
| | To SILVIUS | |
| | I will help you, if I can: | |
| | To PHEBE | |
| | I would love you, if I could. To-morrow meet me all together. | |
| | To PHEBE | |
| | I will marry you, if ever I marry woman, and I'll be | |
| | married to-morrow: | 110 |
| | To ORLANDO | |
| | I will satisfy you, if ever I satisfied man, and you | |
| | shall be married to-morrow: | |
| | To SILVIUS | |
| | I will content you, if what pleases you contents | |
| | you, and you shall be married to-morrow. | |
| | To ORLANDO | |
| | As you love Rosalind, meet: | 115 |
| | To SILVIUS | |
| | as you love Phebe, meet: and as I love no woman, | |
| | I'll meet. So fare you well: I have left you commands. | |
| SILVIUS | I'll not fail, if I live. | |
| PHEBE | Nor I. | |
| ORLANDO | Nor I. | 120 |
| | Exeunt | |