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As you like it – Act Four Scene Two & Three

A musical interlude in the forest. After killing a deer Jaques demands a song for it.

JAQUES

 …Have you no song, forester, for this purpose?

Forester

Yes, sir.

JAQUES

Sing it: ’tis no matter how it be in tune, so it
make noise enough.

Scene Three

Rosalind is waiting, impatiently,  for Orlando when Silvius arrives with the letter from Phebe

SILVIUS

My errand is to you, fair youth;
My gentle Phebe bid me give you this:
I know not the contents; but, as I guess
By the stern brow and waspish action
Which she did use as she was writing of it,
It bears an angry tenor: pardon me:
I am but as a guiltless messenger.

The letter is full of praise from Phebe for Ganymede. Rosalind accuses Silvius of writing a letter of scorn to warn Ganymede of Phebe.

ROSALIND

Patience herself would startle at this letter
And play the swaggerer; bear this, bear all:
She says I am not fair, that I lack manners;
She calls me proud, and that she could not love me,
Were man as rare as phoenix. ‘Od’s my will!
Her love is not the hare that I do hunt:
Why writes she so to me? Well, shepherd, well,
This is a letter of your own device.

SILVIUS

No, I protest, I know not the contents:
Phebe did write it.

……

SILVIUS

So please you, for I never heard it yet;
Yet heard too much of Phebe’s cruelty.

ROSALIND

She Phebes me: mark how the tyrant writes.

Reads

Art thou god to shepherd turn’d,
That a maiden’s heart hath burn’d?
Can a woman rail thus?

SILVIUS

Call you this railing?

Poor Silvius departs and Oliver, brother to Orlando arrives looking for the youth. He brings a bloody handkerchief from Orlando. He tells the story of his arrival in the forest.

OLIVER

When last the young Orlando parted from you
He left a promise to return again
Within an hour, and pacing through the forest,
Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy,
Lo, what befell! he threw his eye aside,
And mark what object did present itself:
Under an oak, whose boughs were moss’d with age
And high top bald with dry antiquity,
A wretched ragged man, o’ergrown with hair,
Lay sleeping on his back: about his neck
A green and gilded snake had wreathed itself,
Who with her head nimble in threats approach’d
The opening of his mouth; but suddenly,
Seeing Orlando, it unlink’d itself,
And with indented glides did slip away
Into a bush: under which bush’s shade
A lioness, with udders all drawn dry,
Lay couching, head on ground, with catlike watch,
When that the sleeping man should stir; for ’tis
The royal disposition of that beast
To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead:
This seen, Orlando did approach the man
And found it was his brother, his elder brother.

CELIA

O, I have heard him speak of that same brother;
And he did render him the most unnatural
That lived amongst men.

OLIVER

And well he might so do,
For well I know he was unnatural.

ROSALIND

But, to Orlando: did he leave him there,
Food to the suck’d and hungry lioness?

OLIVER

Orlando and the lion

Twice did he turn his back and purposed so;
But kindness, nobler ever than revenge,
And nature, stronger than his just occasion,
Made him give battle to the lioness,
Who quickly fell before him: in which hurtling
From miserable slumber I awaked.

 

Hearing how Orlando was injured by the lion and seeing the bloody handkerchief Rosalind faints. She tries to pretend that it was a joke but Oliver is not impressed.

OLIVER

Be of good cheer, youth: you a man! you lack a
man’s heart.

ROSALIND

I do so, I confess it. Ah, sirrah, a body would
think this was well counterfeited! I pray you, tell
your brother how well I counterfeited. Heigh-ho!

OLIVER

This was not counterfeit: there is too great
testimony in your complexion that it was a passion
of earnest.

ROSALIND

Counterfeit, I assure you.

OLIVER

Well then, take a good heart and counterfeit to be a man.

ROSALIND

So I do: but, i’ faith, I should have been a woman by right.

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As You Like It – Act Three Scene Four & Five

Scene Four

Rosalind is impatient as Orlando has not turned up.

ROSALIND

But why did he swear he would come this morning, and
comes not?

CELIA

Nay, certainly, there is no truth in him.

ROSALIND

Do you think so?

CELIA

Yes; I think he is not a pick-purse nor a
horse-stealer, but for his verity in love, I do
think him as concave as a covered goblet or a
worm-eaten nut.

ROSALIND

Not true in love?

CELIA

Yes, when he is in; but I think he is not in.

ROSALIND

You have heard him swear downright he was.

CELIA

‘Was’ is not ‘is:

Corin enter and tells them to come see Silvius and his love Phebe 

Scene Five

SILVIUS

Sweet Phebe, do not scorn me; do not, Phebe;
Say that you love me not, but say not so
In bitterness. The common executioner,
Whose heart the accustom’d sight of death makes hard,
Falls not the axe upon the humbled neck
But first begs pardon: will you sterner be
Than he that dies and lives by bloody drops?

Pheobe denies hurting Silvius but poor Silvius is in Love

PHEBE

but now mine eyes,
Which I have darted at thee, hurt thee not,
Nor, I am sure, there is no force in eyes
That can do hurt.

SILVIUS

O dear Phebe,
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 love’s keen arrows make.

Rosalind intervenes and chides Phebe

ROSALIND

And why, I pray you? Who might be your mother,
That you insult, exult, and all at once,
Over the wretched? What though you have no beauty,–
As, by my faith, I see no more in you
Than without candle may go dark to bed–
Must you be therefore proud and pitiless?
Why, what means this?

 Rosalind continues

Rosalind

For I must tell you friendly in your ear,
Sell when you can: you are not for all markets:
Cry the man mercy; love him; take his offer:

Phebe is stirred by the sight of Rosalind, dressed as a man.

PHEBE

Sweet youth, I pray you, chide a year together:
I had rather hear you chide than this man woo.

Is this next phrase another reference to Christopher Marlowe?

PHEBE

Dead Shepherd, now I find thy saw of might,
‘Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?’

Phebe, pretending to Silvius that she hates Ganymede, decides to write a letter to him and Silvius can bear it.

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As You Like It – Act Two Scene Four

The Forest of Arden has new residents.

Rosalind and Celia, disguised as Ganymede, his sister Aliena, and also Touchstone.

ROSALIND

Well, this is the forest of Arden.

TOUCHSTONE

Ay, now am I in Arden; the more fool I; when I was
at home, I was in a better place: but travellers
must be content.

Enter two “natives” of the area. Corin and Silvius

ROSALIND

Look you, who comes here; a young man and an old in
solemn talk.

CORIN

That is the way to make her scorn you still.

SILVIUS

O Corin, that thou knew’st how I do love her!

CORIN

I partly guess; for I have loved ere now.

SILVIUS

No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess,
Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover
As ever sigh’d 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?

CORIN

Into a thousand that I have forgotten.

SILVIUS

O, thou didst then ne’er love so heartily!
If thou remember’st not the slightest folly
That ever love did make thee run into,
Thou hast not loved

O’ how true Silvius is. …..

Silvius runs off to find his love, Phoebe and the travellers ask Corin for food and shelter. Corin admits that there is not much to give as his master is not given to be charitable.

Rosalind and Celia agree to buy the land and hire Corin.

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