As You Like It

[people whispering unintelligibly]

My lord.

Go!

No!

Father!

No!

My lord!

- My lord. -

- Sir. Sir.

Sir.

Oliver: What's the news?

man: The old duke is banished

by his younger brother the new duke.

Oliver: So where will the old duke live?

man: Well, they say he is already

in the forest of Arden.

I pray thee, Rosalind...

sweet my coz,

be merry.

Dear Celia,

I show more mirth than I am mistress of,

and would you yet I were merrier?

Unless you can teach me to forget a banished father.

- You know my father hath no child but I,

nor none is like to have,

and, truly, when he dies,

thou shalt be his heir,

for what he hath taken away from thy father perforce,

I will render thee again in affection;

by mine honor, I will,

and when I break that oath, let me turn monster.

Therefore, my sweet Rose,

my dear Rose,

be merry.

- What shall be our sport then?

- -

- How now, wit. Wither wander you?

- Mistress, you must come away to your father.

Were you made the messenger?

No, by mine honor,

but I was bid to come for you.

Celia: Monsieur Le Beau.

What's the news?

- I will tell you the beginning,

and if it please your ladyships,

you may see the end,

for the best is yet to do.

What make you here?

Nothing.

I am not taught to make anything.

Know you where you are, sir?

Oh, sir, very well.

Know you before whom, sir?

- Aye, better than him I am before knows me.

I know you are my eldest brother,

and in the gentle condition of blood,

you should so know me.

The courtesy of nations allows you my better

in that you are the firstborn,

but the same tradition takes not away my blood,

were there 20 brothers betwixt us.

- Sweet masters, be patient.

- Come, come, elder brother, you are too young in this.

- Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain?

I am no villain!

I am the youngest son of Sir Rowland de Boys.

Wert thou not my brother, I would not take this hand

from thy throat till this other had pulled out thy tongue

for saying so.

- For your father's remembrance, be at accord!

Let me go, I say!

- My father charged you in his will

to give me good education.

You have trained me like a peasant,

obscuring and hiding from me

all gentleman-like qualities.

The spirit of my father grows strong in me,

and I will no longer endure it.

Therefore allow me such exercises

as may become a gentleman,

or give me the poor allottery my father left me

by testament.

With that I will go buy my fortunes.

And what wilt thou do?

Beg when that is spent?

Well, sir, get you in.

I will not long be troubled with you;

you shall have some part of your will.

Get you with him, you old dog.

- Is "old dog" my reward?

Most true, I have lost my teeth in your service.

God be with my old master.

He would not have spoke such a word.

- You wrestle before the new duke?

Marry, sir;

and we came to acquaint you with a matter.

Oh.

- He is given, sir, secretly to understand

that your younger brother Orlando

hath the disposition to come in against him to try a fall.

Your brother is but young and tender,

and, for your love,

Charles would be loathe to foil him.

I tell thee, Charles...

It is the stubbornest young fellow,

full of ambition,

a secret and a villainous contriver against me,

his natural brother.

Therefore,

use thy discretion,

for he will practice against thee by poison,

entrap thee by some treacherous device

and never leave

till he hath ta'en thy life.

- I am heartily glad we came hither to you.

He'll give him his payment.

God keep your worship.

- Farewell, good Charles.

I hope I shall see an end of him,

for my soul, yet I know not why,

hates nothing more

than he.