As You Like It

by William Shakespeare

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Act V, Scene IV: Another Part of the Forest



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.


ROSALIND Patience once more, whiles our compact is urg'd:—

[To the Duke.] 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 [To Orlando.] And you say you will have her when I bring her?

ORLANDO That would I, were I of all kingdoms king.

ROSALIND [To Phebe.] You say you'll marry me, if I be willing?

PHEBE That will I, should I die the hour after.

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

PHEBE So is the bargain.

ROSALIND [To Silvius.] You say that you'll have Phebe, if she will?

SILVIUS Though to have her and death were both one thing.


I have promis'd 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,
Obscurèd in the circle of this forest.

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 lie: this is called the Countercheck 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 Countercheck 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 peace-maker;—much virtue in "If."

JAQUES Is not this a rare fellow, my lord? he's as good at anything, 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, leading ROSALIND in woman's clothes; 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.

ROSALIND [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.

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

ROSALIND [To DUKE SENIOR.] I'll have no father, if you be not he;—

[To ORLANDO.] I'll have no husband, if you be not he;—

[To PHEBE.] 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.

[To ORLANDO and ROSALIND.] You and you no cross shall part:

[To OLIVER and CELIA.] You and you are heart in heart;

[To PHEBE.] You to his love must accord, Or have a woman to your lord:—


ou 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 honourèd;
      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.


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



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 exil'd. This to be true
I do engage my life.


Welcome, young man:
Thou offer'st fairly to thy brother's 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 endur'd shrewd days and nights with us,
Shall share the good of our returnèd 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?



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-deservèd 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.



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

[A dance.]


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