Chapter 5 act four

Forest of Arden Enter Rosalind, Celia, and Jacques. Dear boy Jaques, please allow me to get acquainted with you. Rosalind They say you are a melancholy man. JAQUES Yes, I like to worry more than to laugh. Rosalind's extremes in these two things are both annoying, and she is more likely to be criticized by ordinary people than a drunk. Jaques is worried and doesn't speak, what's wrong? Rosalind Then why not be a log? Jaques I have no scholar's sorrow, which is triumphant; nor musician's sorrow, which is fantasy; nor courtier's sorrow, which is pride; nor soldier's sorrow, which is ambition; nor lawyer's sorrow, That is cunning; nor woman's sorrow, which is fastidious; nor lover's sorrow, which is the sum of all the above; Distilled from things are the various perceptions I have acquired during my travels, and because of continuous meditation, I have finally shrouded me in a very strange sadness.

Is Rosalind a traveler?Oh, then you have reason to be sad.I think you probably sold your own field to look at other people's fields; you have seen so much, but you have nothing; your eyes are full, but your hands are empty. Jaques Yes, I've got my experience. Rosalind And your experiences make you sad.I'd rather have a fool make me laugh than experience make me sad; and travel far and wide to find it! Enter Orlando. Good morning Orlando, dear Rosalind! JAQUES If you're going to read poetry, then I'll take my time. (Down.) Goodbye Rosalind, Mister Traveler.You must have some accents, some fancy clothes, and despise all that is good in your own country, and loathe your homeland, and almost resent God for not giving you the look of a foreigner; otherwise I can't believe you ever wandered in Venice boat. —Ah, what, Orlando!Where have you been all this time?You are a lover!If you do this to me again, you won't have to see me again.

Orlando My dear Rosalind, I am but an hour late and not satisfied. Rosalind missed her lover's appointment by an hour!Whoever divides a minute into a thousand, and misses a date in love with a part of a thousandth of a minute, may be said to have had Cupid tap him on the shoulder, but I dare say that his heart was never shot by Cupid's arrow. ORLANDO Forgive me, dear Rosalind! Rosalind Well, if you're so slow, never see me again; I'd rather have a snail court me. Orlando a snail! Rosalind, yes, a snail; for though he walks slowly, yet puts his house on his head, I reckon that's a better estate than you can give a woman; and he also Carry his destiny with him.

Orlando what's that? Rosalind Hey, horn; that's what you'd thank your wife for, And he'd carry it himself for a weapon, Lest anyone speak ill of his wife. A virtuous woman in Orlando would not call her husband a bum; my Rosalind is virtuous. Rosalind and am I your Rosalind? Celia He likes to call you so; but he has a Rosalind fairer than you. Rosalind Come, propose to me, propose to me; I'm glad now; I'll probably say yes to you.If I were your Rosalind, what would you say to me now? Orlando I want a kiss before I speak. Rosalind No, you'd better talk first, and when all is said and nothing comes to mind, then you can kiss.Orators, when they have nothing to say for a moment, spit; and lovers, God bless us!Kissing is the most convenient remedy for want of material for speech.

Orlando What if she won't let me kiss her? Rosalind Then she makes you beg her, so there's a new subject. Orlando Who can't speak at the sight of his beloved? Rosalind Well, if I were your lover, you would be speechless.Otherwise, I will think that I have more than enough virtue and not enough talent. What about Orlando, will I be silent? Rosalind could put her head out, but she couldn't speak.Am I not your Rosalind? Orlando I would like to take you for Rosalind, because then I can speak of her. Rosalind Well, I say for her that I do not want to accept you. Orlando Then I say for myself that I am going to die.

Rosalind No, really, let someone die for you.This poor world is almost six thousand years old, and yet no one has ever died in love himself.Troilus was brainwashed out by a Greek club; yet he had sought death before, and he was a model lover.Even if Hero had been a nun, Leander would have lived for many years, if it hadn't been for a hot midsummer night; for, my boy, he was only going to bathe in the Hellespont , but got a cramp in the water, and drowned: but the foolish historians of that age say he died for Hero of Sestos.It's all lies; people die from generation to generation, and their bodies are eaten by maggots, but they never die for love.

Orlando I would not my real Rosalind think so; for I could swear she would kill me with a frown. Rosalind By this hand, I swear it can't kill a fly.But come, now I will be your good Rosalind; what you ask of me, I will grant you. Orlando loves me so much, Rosalind! Rosalind: Well, I love you, Friday, Saturday, and all the days. Orlando, will you accept me? Rosalind, yes, I'll take twenty men like you. what do you say orlando Rosalind are you not a good man? Orlando I hope so. Would something as good as Rosalind be too much? ——Come on, sister, you have to pretend to be a priest and officiate for us. --Give me your hand, Orlando.what do you say, sister?

Orlando please marry us. Celia I will not speak. Rosalind You should begin: "Orlando, would you--" Celia all right. -- Orlando, will you marry this Rosalind? Orlando I do. Rosalind Well, but when to marry? Of course Orlando is there now; if only she could finish the wedding for us. Rosalind Then you must say, "Rosalind, I marry you." Orlando Rosalind, I take you as my wife. Rosalind I could have asked you what made you marry me; but Orlando, I would accept you as my husband. —the girl blurted out before the priest asked her; indeed, a woman's thoughts always run faster than her actions.

Orlando All thoughts are like this; they are winged. Rosalind Now you tell me how long you intend to keep her after you have her? Orlando permanently plus one day. Rosalind said one day, not forever.No, no, Orlando, men are April when they are maidens, and December when they marry; girls are May when they are girls, and the seasons change when they are wives.I'll treat you more suspiciously than a Barbary cock treats his hen; I'll be noisier than a parrot before it rains, more cynical than a hozen, more capricious than a monkey; Time to weep for no reason like a statue of Diana on a fountain; I'll laugh like a coyote when you're sleepy.

Orlando But will my Rosalind do such a thing? Rosalind I could have sworn she would make it just like me. Orlando!But she's a smart one. Rosalind If she is not clever, how can she be able to do such things?The smarter you are, the more mischievous you are.If a woman's wit is shut by a door, it will come out of the window; shut the window, it will come out of the keyhole; plug the keyhole, and it will come out of the chimney with a cloud of smoke fly out. When a man in Orlando marries such a talented wife, he will inevitably feel "talented and talented, it depends on where you go".

Rosalind No, you may save that curse, Till you see your wife's wit creep into your neighbour's bed. With what wit will Orlando's talented wife then defend? Rosalind Well, she'll say she was looking for you there.You catch her, she'll always have something to say, unless you cut her tongue out.well!If a woman doesn't take her faults on her man, don't let her raise her own child, for she'll raise him a fool. Orlando Rosalind, I will leave you for two hours. Rosalind O!Lover, I can't miss you for two hours. Orlando I must dine with the duke; I'll be back by two o'clock. Rosalind: go, go, go!I know what you will become.My friends have told me so, and I believe so, that you tricked me with your rhetoric.But it's just another one discarded by others; well, let's die!Did you say two o'clock? Orlando Yes, dear Rosalind. Rosalind Conscientious, prudent, and God help me, I can swear to you everything that doesn't matter, If you miss your appointment by the slightest bit, or come a minute late, I'll send you You are the poorest betrayer, the most hollow lover, the most unworthy of that whom you call Rosalind, among a multitude of unrighteous ones.So heed my scolding and keep your covenant. Orlando I will obey, as you are my Rosalind.OK, bye. Rosalind Well, time is the old judge of all such sinners, let him judge.goodbye. (Exit Orlando.) Celia, you are insulting us women in your kind of love talk.We must take your shirts and trousers over your head, and let the whole world see how the bird has trampled on her own nest. Rosalind, little sister, little sister, my sweet little sister, if only you knew how much I love!But my love has no depth, for it has a bottom as deep as the Gulf of Portugal. Celia Or rather bottomless; no sooner have you poured your love in than it leaks out. Rosalind No, that wretched illegitimate son of Venus, the one conceived by melancholy, conceived by impulsiveness, born by madness; the blind bad boy who deceived everyone's eyes because he had no eyes Yes; let him judge how much I love.I tell you, Elena, I cannot live without seeing Orlando.I want to find a shade, go there and wait for him to come back with a long sigh. Celia, I'm going to sleep. (same below.) another part of the second forest Enter JAQUES, CHILDREN, AND FORESTERS. Jaques Who killed the deer? Mr. Chen A, it's me. Jacques Let us lead him to the duke, Like a triumphant Roman general; We'd better put antlers on his head, To show the glory of victory.Lin Juren, don't you have a suitable song for the occasion? Foresters do, sir. Sing it like that, Jaques; don't care what tune it is, as long as it's lively. forest dweller (singing) Happy is the man who kills the deer, Wear its skin and top its horns. Sing a song to send him off. Don't laugh at the antlers, It has served as a crown in ancient times; Your grandfather wore it, Your dad beat it: The antlers are strong and beautiful, It's not right for you to make fun of me. (Exit.) another part of the forest in scene 3 Enter Rosalind and Celia. Rosalind What do you say now?Isn't it past two o'clock?There's no Orlando here! Celia I tell you, with pure love and a troubled mind, he went off to bed with his bow and arrows.Look who's here. Enter Silvester. SILVES I am sent to see you, fair boy; my tender Fee bids me to send you this letter. (Gives the letter to Rosalind) I don't know what's in it; but judging by the angry way she wrote it, it's probably something irritating.Forgive me, I'm just an uninformed messenger. Rosalind (reading the letter) The most patient man will be furious when he sees this letter; is it tolerable, which is not tolerable?She said that I am not beautiful; that I am not polite; that I am proud; that even if a man is as rare as a phoenix, she will not love me.God!I never wanted to pursue her love, why did she write such words to me?Well, shepherd, well, this letter is your fault. SILVES No, I swear I don't know what's in it; this letter is from Fee. Rosalind Come on, come on, you're a fool to go so far for love.I have seen her hands before, they were as rough as a piece of cowhide, and the color of a piece of sand; I thought she was wearing a pair of old gloves, but they were her hands; she had hands for rough work; but Don't worry about it.I said it never occurred to her to write the letter; it was a man's trick, a man's handwriting. Silvester, really, that was her handwriting. Rosalind Why, it's a rough, savage tone, and quite a challenge; hey, she challenges me as the Turks challenge Christians.A woman's gentle mind would never have conceived such a violent idea; such vicious words contained more vicious intentions than their literal meaning.Do you want to hear this letter? SILVES Read it to me if you like.Because I haven't heard it yet; though I've heard a lot of fierce things about Fee. Rosalind She's going to play wild with me.Listen to how the tigress writes: (read) Are you the incarnation of God, To burn a girl's heart? Do women swear like that? SILVES Do you call that swearing? Rosalind (reading) Leaving your holy temple behind, To torture an infatuated girl? Have you ever heard such curse words? People's eyes court me, Never did me any harm. Meaning I'm a brute. The contempt in your beautiful eyes, Can still arouse my passion like this; well!If you can add blue eyes, How confused I will be! While you scold, I love you; If you ask me, why don't I obey? The one who conveys my affection for me, I don't know what's on my mind; Let him take your return, tell me about your youth, Will you accept my offering, Put all of me at your disposal; Otherwise, please express your refusal, I am ready to die for love. Silvester Do you call that scolding? Celia O poor shepherd! Rosalind Do you pity him?No, he is not worthy of mercy.Would you love this kind of woman?Hey, using you as a tool, playing with you like that!How can I stand it!Well, go to her, for I know that love has made you a tame snake; go and say to her: If she loves me, I command her to love you; if she will not love you, then I Never want her, unless you beg for her.If you're a true lover, go, don't say a word; lo and behold here comes another. (Exit SILVES.) Enter Oliver. Good morning Oliver, both of you.Do you know, by the border of this grove, that there is a sheepfold surrounded by olive trees? Celia is west of here, under the neighboring valley, and you can go there by going to the right from the line of willows by the murmuring spring.But now there is only one empty house over there, and no one is in it. Oliver, if you can tell with your eyes from what people say, you look just as I have heard them said, dressed in such clothes, at such an age: "You were handsome in that age, with Like a woman, who behaves like an elder sister; the woman is short and darker than her brother." Are you the owner of the house I am looking for? Since Celia asks, it is not our own boasting that we are the masters of the house. Oliver Orlando Wants me to salute you both; This handkerchief, stained with blood, He bids me give to the boy he calls his Rosalind.Are you him? Rosalind is; what does that mean? Oliver Saying this only adds to my shame, if you want to know who I am, how, why, and where this handkerchief is stained with blood. Celia, please tell me. Oliver Young Orlando When last we parted from you, He promised to be back in an hour; He's walking in the woods, Tasting the sweetness and bitterness of love, And behold, what has happened!He cast his eyes aside, and lo and behold, he saw something: under an old moss-covered, bald oak, an unfortunate shaggy man in rags, sleeping on his back; A serpent wrapped itself around his head, and was about to insert its head nimbly into his open mouth, when it suddenly saw Orlando, and it let go, and slid away in a meander into the woods. in the shade of the grove a lioness with withered breasts, crouching with her head on the ground, watched like a cat the movements of the sleeping man, for the beast has a noble instinct not to infringe. dead thing.When Orlando saw this, he went up to the man, and he saw that it was his brother, his elder brother. Celia!I heard him talk about that brother; he said he was the most unreasonable. Oliver He may well say that, for I know he is cruel. Rosalind But shall we speak of Orlando; did he leave him there to feed the hungry lion? Oliver Twice he turned to go; but kindness is nobler than vengeance, and nature overcame his personal grievances, and made him fight the lioness, who soon fell to his hands.I heard the sound of fighting, and I woke up from my distressed doze. Celia are you his brother? Rosalind Did he save you? Is it you that Celia keeps plotting his murder? Oliver That was me before, not me now.I feel so happy now that I am a new person, so I can tell you what I used to be without shame. Rosalind But how did that bloody handkerchief come about? Oliver, don't be impatient.At that time, the two of us were describing each other's experiences and the reason why I came to this wilderness; while talking, the tears that naturally flowed down could not stop.In short, he took me to the good duke, who gave me new clothes to wear, entertained me, and told my brother to take care of me; whereupon he took me at once to his cave, and undressed , Seeing that the lioness had caught a piece of meat on his arm, and the blood was continuously flowing, he fainted at that moment, still chanting Rosalind's name.In short, I revived him, bound his wounds; and after some time recovered his spirits, and sent me, a stranger, to come here to inform you of this, and beg your pardon. No appointment.This handkerchief, soaked in his blood, he wanted me to give to the young shepherd whom he nicknamed Rosalind. (Rosalind faints.) Celia, what is the matter, Ganymede!Dear Ganymede! Many people in Oliver fainted at the sight of blood. Celia had other reasons too.elder brother!Ganymede! Oliver, look, he's awake. Rosalind I'm going home. Celia We can go with you. ――Can you hold his arm, please? Oliver cheer up, boy.Are you a man?You are so unmanly. Rosalind is all right, I admit.Ah, boy!People will think that I am pretending to be very similar.Please tell my brother how much I pretended to be.Ah! Oliver This is no pretense; your countenance has proved too clearly that it is genuine. Rosalind tell you, it's a lie. Oliver Well, cheer up, then, and pretend to be a man. Rosalind I'm pretending; but in good conscience I ought to be a woman. Come, Celia, you look paler; go home.Good sir, come with us. Oliver Well, for I must bring back an echo of how you forgave your brother, Rosaline. Rosalind I'll think of something.But I beg you to tell him my pretense.Let's go. (same below.)