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As You Like It, Act 4, Scene 3

William Shakespeare
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The story so far

Earlier in the play

Rosalind lives in Arden disguised as Ganymede, with Celia as Aliena. Orlando practises wooing Ganymede as Rosalind and promises to return at two. Phoebe falls for Ganymede and asks Silvius to deliver a letter. Duke Frederick orders Oliver to find Orlando, whose life Oliver has threatened.

In the last scene: Act 4, Scene 2

A lord has killed a deer. Jaques proposes presenting him to the Duke with the deer’s horns on his head and asks for a song. Another lord sings about the hunter’s reward and the wearing of horns.

SCENE III. Another part of the Forest

Enter Rosalind and Celia.
ROSALIND
How say you now? Is it not past two o’clock? And here much Orlando.
CELIA
I warrant you, with pure love and troubled brain he hath ta’en his bow and arrows and is gone forth to sleep.
Enter Silvius.
CELIA
Look who comes here.
SILVIUS
My errand is to you, fair youth.My gentle Phoebe did bid me give you this.
Giving a letter.
SILVIUS
I know not the contents, but, as I guessBy the stern brow and waspish actionWhich she did use as she was writing of it,It bears an angry tenor. Pardon me,I am but as a guiltless messenger.
ROSALIND
Patience herself would startle at this letterAnd 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.Phoebe did write it.
ROSALIND
Come, come, you are a fool,And turned into the extremity of love.I saw her hand. She has a leathern hand,A freestone-coloured hand. I verily did thinkThat her old gloves were on, but ’twas her hands.She has a huswife’s hand—but that’s no matter.I say she never did invent this letter;This is a man’s invention, and his hand.
SILVIUS
Sure, it is hers.
ROSALIND
Why, ’tis a boisterous and a cruel style,A style for challengers. Why, she defies me,Like Turk to Christian. Women’s gentle brainCould not drop forth such giant-rude invention,Such Ethiop words, blacker in their effectThan in their countenance. Will you hear the letter?
SILVIUS
So please you, for I never heard it yet,Yet heard too much of Phoebe’s cruelty.
ROSALIND
She Phoebes me. Mark how the tyrant writes.
Reads.
ROSALIND
Art thou god to shepherd turned,That a maiden’s heart hath burned?Can a woman rail thus?
SILVIUS
Call you this railing?
ROSALIND
Why, thy godhead laid apart,Warr’st thou with a woman’s heart?Did you ever hear such railing?Whiles the eye of man did woo me,That could do no vengeance to me.Meaning me a beast.If the scorn of your bright eyneHave power to raise such love in mine,Alack, in me what strange effectWould they work in mild aspect?Whiles you chid me, I did love,How then might your prayers move?He that brings this love to theeLittle knows this love in me;And by him seal up thy mind,Whether that thy youth and kindWill the faithful offer takeOf me, and all that I can make,Or else by him my love deny,And then I’ll study how to die.
SILVIUS
Call you this chiding?
CELIA
Alas, poor shepherd.
ROSALIND
Do you pity him? No, he deserves no pity.—Wilt thou love such a woman? What, to make thee an instrument and play false strains upon thee? Not to be endured! Well, go your way to her, for I see love hath made thee a tame snake, and say this to her: that if she love me, I charge her to love thee; if she will not, I will never have her unless thou entreat for her. If you be a true lover, hence, and not a word, for here comes more company.
Exit Silvius.
Enter Oliver.
OLIVER
Good morrow, fair ones. Pray you, if you know,Where in the purlieus of this forest standsA sheepcote fenced about with olive trees?
CELIA
West of this place, down in the neighbour bottom;The rank of osiers, by the murmuring stream,Left on your right hand, brings you to the place.But at this hour the house doth keep itself.There’s none within.
OLIVER
If that an eye may profit by a tongue,Then should I know you by description,Such garments, and such years. “The boy is fair,Of female favour, and bestows himselfLike a ripe sister; the woman low,And browner than her brother.” Are not youThe owner of the house I did inquire for?
CELIA
It is no boast, being asked, to say we are.
OLIVER
Orlando doth commend him to you both,And to that youth he calls his RosalindHe sends this bloody napkin. Are you he?
ROSALIND
I am. What must we understand by this?
OLIVER
Some of my shame, if you will know of meWhat man I am, and how, and why, and whereThis handkerchief was stained.
CELIA
I pray you tell it.
OLIVER
When last the young Orlando parted from you,He left a promise to return againWithin 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 mossed with ageAnd high top bald with dry antiquity,A wretched ragged man, o’ergrown with hair,Lay sleeping on his back; about his neckA green and gilded snake had wreathed itself,Who with her head, nimble in threats, approachedThe opening of his mouth. But suddenly,Seeing Orlando, it unlinked itselfAnd with indented glides did slip awayInto a bush; under which bush’s shadeA lioness, with udders all drawn dry,Lay couching, head on ground, with catlike watchWhen that the sleeping man should stir. For ’tisThe royal disposition of that beastTo prey on nothing that doth seem as dead.This seen, Orlando did approach the manAnd 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 unnaturalThat 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 sucked and hungry lioness?
OLIVER
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 hurtlingFrom miserable slumber I awaked.
CELIA
Are you his brother?
ROSALIND
Was it you he rescued?
CELIA
Was’t you that did so oft contrive to kill him?
OLIVER
’Twas I; but ’tis not I. I do not shameTo tell you what I was, since my conversionSo sweetly tastes, being the thing I am.
ROSALIND
But, for the bloody napkin?
OLIVER
By and by.When from the first to last betwixt us twoTears our recountments had most kindly bathed—As how I came into that desert place—In brief, he led me to the gentle Duke,Who gave me fresh array and entertainment,Committing me unto my brother’s love,Who led me instantly unto his cave,There stripped himself, and here upon his armThe lioness had torn some flesh away,Which all this while had bled; and now he fainted,And cried in fainting upon Rosalind.Brief, I recovered him, bound up his wound,And after some small space, being strong at heart,He sent me hither, stranger as I am,To tell this story, that you might excuseHis broken promise, and to give this napkin,Dyed in his blood, unto the shepherd youthThat he in sport doth call his Rosalind.
Rosalind faints.
CELIA
Why, how now, Ganymede, sweet Ganymede!
OLIVER
Many will swoon when they do look on blood.
CELIA
There is more in it. Cousin—Ganymede!
OLIVER
Look, he recovers.
ROSALIND
I would I were at home.
CELIA
We’ll lead you thither.I pray you, will you take him by the arm?
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.
CELIA
Come, you look paler and paler. Pray you draw homewards. Good sir, go with us.
OLIVER
That will I, for I must bear answer backHow you excuse my brother, Rosalind.
ROSALIND
I shall devise something. But I pray you commend my counterfeiting to him. Will you go?
Exeunt.

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Questions on this scene

  • Reading

    What does Silvius deliver to Rosalind?

Locations

  • Forest of Arden?Scene

    The principal setting, where the banished Duke Senior lives with his followers, Rosalind disguises herself as Ganymede, and the lovers are eventually united. Shakespeare's forest evokes both Warwickshire's Arden and the continental Ardennes, but its dramatic geography cannot be located precisely.

    Set here · 17 quotes in this scene

Also mentioned

  • The shepherd's cottage and pastures?7 quotes in this scene · characters travel here or from here
  • Duke Frederick's court?characters travel here or from here