As You Like It

by William Shakespeare

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Act II, Scene I: The Forest of Arden

[Enter DUKE Senior, AMIENS, and other LORDS, in the dress of foresters.]

DUKE SENIOR Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we not the penalty of Adam,— The seasons' difference: as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, "This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am." Sweet are the uses of adversity; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything. I would not change it.

AMIENS Happy is your grace, That can translate the stubbornness of fortune Into so quiet and so sweet a style.

DUKE SENIOR Come, shall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this desert city, Should, in their own confines, with forked heads Have their round haunches gor'd.

FIRST LORD Indeed, my lord, The melancholy Jaques grieves at that; And, in that kind, swears you do more usurp Than doth your brother that hath banish'd you. To-day my lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him as he lay along Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood: To the which place a poor sequester'd stag, That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt, Did come to languish; and, indeed, my lord, The wretched animal heav'd forth such groans, That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat Almost to bursting; and the big round tears Cours'd one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase: and thus the hairy fool, Much markèd of the melancholy Jaques, Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook, Augmenting it with tears.

DUKE SENIOR But what said Jaques? Did he not moralize this spectacle?

FIRST LORD O, yes, into a thousand similes. First, for his weeping into the needless stream; "Poor deer," quoth he "thou mak'st a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much:" then, being there alone, Left and abandoned of his velvet friends; "'Tis right"; quoth he; "thus misery doth part The flux of company:" anon, a careless herd, Full of the pasture, jumps along by him And never stays to greet him; "Ay," quoth Jaques, "Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens; 'Tis just the fashion; wherefore do you look Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?" Thus most invectively he pierceth through The body of the country, city, court, Yea, and of this our life: swearing that we Are mere usurpers, tyrants, and what's worse, To fright the animals, and to kill them up In their assign'd and native dwelling-place.

DUKE SENIOR And did you leave him in this contemplation?

SECOND LORD We did, my lord, weeping and commenting Upon the sobbing deer.

DUKE SENIOR Show me the place: I love to cope him in these sullen fits, For then he's full of matter.

FIRST LORD I'll bring you to him straight.



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