Act V

Scene I

The forest.

Enter Touchstone and Audrey.
Touchstone We shall find a time, Audrey; patience, gentle Audrey.
Audrey Faith, the priest was good enough, for all the old gentleman’s saying.
Touchstone A most wicked Sir Oliver, Audrey, a most vile Martext. But, Audrey, there is a youth here in the forest lays claim to you.
Audrey Ay, I know who ’tis; he hath no interest in me in the world: here comes the man you mean.
Touchstone It is meat and drink to me to see a clown: by my troth, we that have good wits have much to answer for; we shall be flouting; we cannot hold.
Enter William.
William Good even, Audrey.
Audrey God ye good even, William.
William And good even to you, sir.
Touchstone Good even, gentle friend. Cover thy head, cover thy head; nay, prithee, be covered. How old are you, friend?
William Five and twenty, sir.
Touchstone A ripe age. Is thy name William?
William William, sir.
Touchstone A fair name. Wast born i’ the forest here?
William Ay, sir, I thank God.
Touchstone “Thank God;” a good answer. Art rich?
William Faith, sir, so so.
Touchstone “So so” is good, very good, very excellent good; and yet it is not; it is but so so. Art thou wise?
William Ay, sir, I have a pretty wit.
Touchstone Why, thou sayest well. I do now remember a saying, “The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.” The heathen philosopher, when he had a desire to eat a grape, would open his lips when he put it into his mouth; meaning thereby that grapes were made to eat and lips to open. You do love this maid?
William I do, sir.
Touchstone Give me your hand. Art thou learned?
William No, sir.
Touchstone Then learn this of me: to have, is to have; for it is a figure in rhetoric that drink, being poured out of a cup into a glass, by filling the one doth empty the other; for all your writers do consent that ipse is he: now, you are not ipse, for I am he.
William Which he, sir?
Touchstone He, sir, that must marry this woman. Therefore, you clown, abandon⁠—which is in the vulgar leave⁠—the society⁠—which in the boorish is company⁠—of this female⁠—which in the common is woman; which together is, abandon the society of this female, or, clown, thou perishest; or, to thy better understanding, diest; or, to wit I kill thee, make thee away, translate thy life into death, thy liberty into bondage: I will deal in poison with thee, or in bastinado, or in steel; I will bandy with thee in faction; I will o’errun thee with policy; I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways: therefore tremble and depart.
Audrey Do, good William.
William God rest you merry, sir. Exit.
Enter Corin.
Corin Our master and mistress seeks you; come, away, away!
Touchstone Trip, Audrey! trip, Audrey! I attend, I attend. Exeunt.

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?
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 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 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 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.
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 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 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 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 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. 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 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 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 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 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.

Youth, you have done me much ungentleness,
To show the letter that I writ to you.


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.

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.

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.

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;
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?
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 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: 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: 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. Exeunt.

Scene III

The forest.

Enter Touchstone and Audrey.
Touchstone To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey; to-morrow will we be married.
Audrey I do desire it with all my heart; and I hope it is no dishonest desire to desire to be a woman of the world. Here comes two of the banished duke’s pages.
Enter two Pages.
First Page Well met, honest gentleman.
Touchstone By my troth, well met. Come, sit, sit, and a song.
Second Page We are for you: sit i’ the middle.
First Page Shall we clap into’t roundly, without hawking or spitting or saying we are hoarse, which are the only prologues to a bad voice?
Second Page

I’faith, i’faith; and both in a tune, like two gipsies on a horse.


It was a lover and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o’er the green corn-field did pass
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding:
Sweet lovers love the spring.

Between the acres of the rye,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino
These pretty country folks would lie,
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding:
Sweet lovers love the spring.

This carol they began that hour,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
How that a life was but a flower
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding:
Sweet lovers love the spring.

And therefore take the present time,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino;
For love is crowned with the prime
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding:
Sweet lovers love the spring.

Touchstone Truly, young gentlemen, though there was no great matter in the ditty, yet the note was very untuneable.
First Page You are deceived, sir: we kept time, we lost not our time.
Touchstone By my troth, yes; I count it but time lost to hear such a foolish song. God be wi’ you; and God mend your voices! Come, Audrey. Exeunt.

Scene IV

The forest.

Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, Jaques, Orlando, Oliver, and Celia.
Duke Senior

Dost thou believe, Orlando, that the boy
Can do all this that he hath promised?


I sometimes do believe, and sometimes do not;
As those that fear they hope, and know they fear.

Enter Rosalind, Silvius, and Phebe.

Patience once more, whiles our compact is urged:
You say, if I bring in your Rosalind,
You will bestow her on Orlando here?

Duke Senior That would I, had I kingdoms to give with her.
Rosalind And you say, you will have her, when I bring her?
Orlando That would I, were I of all kingdoms king.
Rosalind You say, you’ll marry me, if I be willing?
Phebe That will I, should I die the hour after.

But if you do refuse to marry me,
You’ll give yourself to this most faithful shepherd?

Phebe So is the bargain.
Rosalind You say, that you’ll have Phebe, if she will?
Silvius Though to have her and death were both one thing.

I have promised to make all this matter even.
Keep you your word, O duke, to give your daughter;
You yours, Orlando, to receive his daughter:
Keep your word, Phebe, that you’ll marry me,
Or else refusing me, to wed this shepherd:
Keep your word, Silvius, that you’ll marry her.
If she refuse me: and from hence I go,
To make these doubts all even. Exeunt Rosalind and Celia.

Duke Senior

I do remember in this shepherd boy
Some lively touches of my daughter’s favour.


My lord, the first time that I ever saw him
Methought he was a brother to your daughter:
But, my good lord, this boy is forest-born,
And hath been tutor’d in the rudiments
Of many desperate studies by his uncle,
Whom he reports to be a great magician,
Obscured in the circle of this forest.

Enter Touchstone and Audrey.
Jaques There is, sure, another flood toward, and these couples are coming to the ark. Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called fools.
Touchstone Salutation and greeting to you all!
Jaques Good my lord, bid him welcome: this is the motley-minded gentleman that I have so often met in the forest: he hath been a courtier, he swears.
Touchstone If any man doubt that, let him put me to my purgation. I have trod a measure; I have flattered a lady; I have been politic with my friend, smooth with mine enemy; I have undone three tailors; I have had four quarrels, and like to have fought one.
Jaques And how was that ta’en up?
Touchstone Faith, we met, and found the quarrel was upon the seventh cause.
Jaques How seventh cause? Good my lord, like this fellow.
Duke Senior I like him very well.
Touchstone God “ild you, sir; I desire you of the like. I press in here, sir, amongst the rest of the country copulatives, to swear and to forswear: according as marriage binds and blood breaks: a poor virgin, sir, an ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own; a poor humour of mine, sir, to take that that no man else will: rich honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in your foul oyster.
Duke Senior By my faith, he is very swift and sententious.
Touchstone According to the fool’s bolt, sir, and such dulcet diseases.
Jaques But, for the seventh cause; how did you find the quarrel on the seventh cause?
Touchstone Upon a lie seven times removed:⁠—bear your body more seeming, Audrey:⁠—as thus, sir. I did dislike the cut of a certain courtier’s beard: he sent me word, if I said his beard was not cut well, he was in the mind it was: this is called the Retort Courteous. If I sent him word again “it was not well cut,” he would send me word, he cut it to please himself: this is called the Quip Modest. If again “it was not well cut,” he disabled my judgment: this is called the Reply Churlish. If again “it was not well cut,” he would answer, I spake not true: this is called the Reproof Valiant. If again “it was not well cut,” he would say I lied: this is called the Counter-cheque Quarrelsome: and so to the Lie Circumstantial and the Lie Direct.
Jaques And how oft did you say his beard was not well cut?
Touchstone I durst go no further than the Lie Circumstantial, nor he durst not give me the Lie Direct; and so we measured swords and parted.
Jaques Can you nominate in order now the degrees of the lie?
Touchstone O sir, we quarrel in print, by the book; as you have books for good manners: I will name you the degrees. The first, the Retort Courteous; the second, the Quip Modest; the third, the Reply Churlish; the fourth, the Reproof Valiant; the fifth, the Countercheque Quarrelsome; the sixth, the Lie with Circumstance; the seventh, the Lie Direct. All these you may avoid but the Lie Direct; and you may avoid that too, with an If. I knew when seven justices could not take up a quarrel, but when the parties were met themselves, one of them thought but of an If, as, “If you said so, then I said so;” and they shook hands and swore brothers. Your If is the only peacemaker; much virtue in If.
Jaques Is not this a rare fellow, my lord? he’s as good at any thing and yet a fool.
Duke Senior He uses his folly like a stalking-horse and under the presentation of that he shoots his wit.
Enter Hymen, Rosalind, and Celia.
Still Music.

Then is there mirth in heaven,
When earthly things made even
Atone together.
Good duke, receive thy daughter
Hymen from heaven brought her,
Yea, brought her hither,
That thou mightst join her hand with his
Whose heart within his bosom is.


To Duke Senior. To you I give myself, for I am yours.
To Orlando. To you I give myself, for I am yours.

Duke Senior If there be truth in sight, you are my daughter.
Orlando If there be truth in sight, you are my Rosalind.

If sight and shape be true,
Why then, my love adieu!


I’ll have no father, if you be not he:
I’ll have no husband, if you be not he:
Nor ne’er wed woman, if you be not she.


Peace, ho! I bar confusion:
’Tis I must make conclusion
Of these most strange events:
Here’s eight that must take hands
To join in Hymen’s bands,
If truth holds true contents.
You and you no cross shall part:
You and you are heart in heart
You to his love must accord,
Or have a woman to your lord:
You and you are sure together,
As the winter to foul weather.
Whiles a wedlock-hymn we sing,
Feed yourselves with questioning;
That reason wonder may diminish,
How thus we met, and these things finish.


Wedding is great Juno’s crown:
O blessed bond of board and bed!
’Tis Hymen peoples every town;
High wedlock then be honoured:
Honour, high honour and renown,
To Hymen, god of every town!

Duke Senior

O my dear niece, welcome thou art to me!
Even daughter, welcome, in no less degree.


I will not eat my word, now thou art mine;
Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine.

Enter Jaques de Boys.
Jaques de Boys

Let me have audience for a word or two:
I am the second son of old Sir Rowland,
That bring these tidings to this fair assembly.
Duke Frederick, hearing how that every day
Men of great worth resorted to this forest,
Address’d a mighty power; which were on foot,
In his own conduct, purposely to take
His brother here and put him to the sword:
And to the skirts of this wild wood he came;
Where meeting with an old religious man,
After some question with him, was converted
Both from his enterprise and from the world,
His crown bequeathing to his banish’d brother,
And all their lands restored to them again
That were with him exiled. This to be true,
I do engage my life.

Duke Senior

Welcome, young man;
Thou offer’st fairly to thy brothers’ wedding:
To one his lands withheld, and to the other
A land itself at large, a potent dukedom.
First, in this forest, let us do those ends
That here were well begun and well begot:
And after, every of this happy number
That have endured shrewd days and nights with us
Shall share the good of our returned fortune,
According to the measure of their states.
Meantime, forget this new-fall’n dignity
And fall into our rustic revelry.
Play, music! And you, brides and bridegrooms all,
With measure heap’d in joy, to the measures fall.


Sir, by your patience. If I heard you rightly,
The duke hath put on a religious life
And thrown into neglect the pompous court?

Jaques De boys He hath.

To him will I: out of these convertites
There is much matter to be heard and learn’d.
To Duke Senior. You to your former honour I bequeath;
Your patience and your virtue well deserves it:
To Orlando. You to a love that your true faith doth merit:
To Oliver. You to your land and love and great allies:
To Silvius. You to a long and well-deserved bed:
To Touchstone. And you to wrangling; for thy loving voyage
Is but for two months victuall’d. So, to your pleasures:
I am for other than for dancing measures.

Duke Senior Stay, Jaques, stay.

To see no pastime I what you would have
I’ll stay to know at your abandon’d cave. Exit.

Duke Senior

Proceed, proceed: we will begin these rites,
As we do trust they’ll end, in true delights. A dance.