As You Like It

1 Enter Duke Senior, Amiens and two or three Lords, dressed as foresters.
2 DUKE SENIOR.
3 Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile,
4 Hath not old custom made this life more sweet
5 Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods
6 More free from peril than the envious court?
7 Here feel we not the penalty of Adam,
8 The seasons’ difference, as the icy fang
9 And churlish chiding of the winter’s wind,
10 Which when it bites and blows upon my body
11 Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say:
12 “This is no flattery. These are counsellors
13 That feelingly persuade me what I am.”
14 Sweet are the uses of adversity,
15 Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
16 Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;
17 And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
18 Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
19 Sermons in stones, and good in everything.
20 AMIENS.
21 I would not change it. Happy is your grace,
22 That can translate the stubbornness of fortune
23 Into so quiet and so sweet a style.
24 DUKE SENIOR.
25 Come, shall we go and kill us venison?
26 And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools,
27 Being native burghers of this desert city,
28 Should in their own confines with forked heads
29 Have their round haunches gored.
30 FIRST LORD.
31 Indeed, my lord,
32 The melancholy Jaques grieves at that,
33 And in that kind swears you do more usurp
34 Than doth your brother that hath banished you.
35 Today my lord of Amiens and myself
36 Did steal behind him as he lay along
37 Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out
38 Upon the brook that brawls along this wood;
39 To the which place a poor sequestered stag,
40 That from the hunter’s aim had ta’en a hurt,
41 Did come to languish; and indeed, my lord,
42 The wretched animal heaved forth such groans
43 That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat
44 Almost to bursting, and the big round tears
45 Coursed one another down his innocent nose
46 In piteous chase. And thus the hairy fool,
47 Much marked of the melancholy Jaques,
48 Stood on th’ extremest verge of the swift brook,
49 Augmenting it with tears.
50 DUKE SENIOR.
51 But what said Jaques?
52 Did he not moralize this spectacle?
53 FIRST LORD.
54 O yes, into a thousand similes.
55 First, for his weeping into the needless stream:
56 “Poor deer,” quoth he “thou mak’st a testament
57 As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more
58 To that which had too much.” Then, being there alone,
59 Left and abandoned of his velvet friends:
60 “’Tis right”; quoth he, “thus misery doth part
61 The flux of company.” Anon a careless herd,
62 Full of the pasture, jumps along by him
63 And never stays to greet him. “Ay,” quoth Jaques,
64 “Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens!
65 ’Tis just the fashion. Wherefore do you look
66 Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?”
67 Thus most invectively he pierceth through
68 The body of the country, city, court,
69 Yea, and of this our life, swearing that we
70 Are mere usurpers, tyrants, and what’s worse,
71 To fright the animals and to kill them up
72 In their assigned and native dwelling-place.
73 DUKE SENIOR.
74 And did you leave him in this contemplation?
75 SECOND LORD.
76 We did, my lord, weeping and commenting
77 Upon the sobbing deer.
78 DUKE SENIOR.
79 Show me the place.
80 I love to cope him in these sullen fits,
81 For then he’s full of matter.
82 FIRST LORD.
83 I’ll bring you to him straight.
84 [_Exeunt._]