No Fear Shakespeare
As You Like It
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Act 4, Scene 1, Page 2
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ROSALIND
A traveler. By my faith, you have great reason to be sad. I
fear you have sold your own lands to see other men’s. Then
to have seen much and to have nothing is to have rich eyes
and poor hands.
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ROSALIND
You’re a traveler. Well then, you have good reason to be sad. I’m afraid you’ve sold your own land to see other men’s. To have seen much but own nothing is to have rich eyes and poor hands.
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JAQUES
Yes, I have gained my experience.
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JAQUES
Not true. I gained my experience.
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ROSALIND
And your experience makes you sad. I had rather have a
fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad—
and to travel for it, too.
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ROSALIND
And your experience makes you sad. I’d rather have a jester to make me happy than experience to make me sad—and to travel for all that trouble, no less!
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Enter ORLANDO
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ORLANDO enters. |
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ORLANDO
Good day and happiness, dear Rosalind.
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ORLANDO
Good day and happiness to you, darling Rosalind.
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JAQUES
Nay then, God be wi' you, an you talk in blank verse.
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JAQUES
No—I’ll say goodbye if you’re going to talk in blank verse.
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ROSALIND
Farewell, Monsieur Traveler. Look you lisp and wear
strange suits, disable all the benefits of your own country,
be out of love with your nativity, and almost chide God for
making you that countenance you are, or I will scarce think
you have swam in a gondola.
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ROSALIND
Goodbye, Mr. Traveler. Make sure to keep up your foreign accent, wear strange clothes, belittle all the benefits you receive from your native land and fall out of love with it, and nearly curse God for making you look like the Englishman you are, or else I’ll never believe you’ve paddled in a gondola in a Venetian canal, as you say you have.
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Exit JAQUES
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JAQUES exits. |
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(as Ganymede pretending to be ROSALIND
) Why, how now,
Orlando, where have you been all this while? You a lover?
An you serve me such another trick, never come in my sight
more.
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(as Ganymede pretending to be ROSALIND
) What’s going on, Orlando? Where have you been all this time? And you call yourself a lover? If you ever insult me like this again, don’t bother coming around here again.
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ORLANDO
My fair Rosalind, I come within an hour of my promise.
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ORLANDO
My beautiful Rosalind, I’m only an hour late.
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