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SCENE II. The forest.
Enter ORLANDO, with a paper
ORLANDO
Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love:
And thou, thrice-crowned queen of night, survey
With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above,
Thy huntress' name that my full life doth sway.
O Rosalind! these trees shall be my books
And in their barks my thoughts I'll character;
That every eye which in this forest looks
Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where.
Run, run, Orlando; carve on every tree
The fair, the chaste and unexpressive she.
Exit
Enter CORIN and TOUCHSTONE
CORIN
And how like you this shepherd's life, Master Touchstone?
TOUCHSTONE
Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good
life, but in respect that it is a shepherd's life,
it is naught. In respect that it is solitary, I
like it very well; but in respect that it is
private, it is a very vile life. Now, in respect it
is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in
respect it is not in the court, it is tedious. As
is it a spare life, look you, it fits my humour well;
but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much
against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd?
CORIN
No more but that I know the more one sickens the
worse at ease he is; and that he that wants money,
means and content is without three good friends;
that the property of rain is to wet and fire to
burn; that good pasture makes fat sheep, and that a
great cause of the night is lack of the sun; that
he that hath learned no wit by nature nor art may
complain of good breeding or comes of a very dull kindred.
TOUCHSTONE
Such a one is a natural philosopher. Wast ever in
court, shepherd?
CORIN
No, truly.
TOUCHSTONE
Then thou art damned.
CORIN
Nay, I hope.
TOUCHSTONE
Truly, thou art damned like an ill-roasted egg, all
on one side.
CORIN
For not being at court? Your reason.
TOUCHSTONE
Why, if thou never wast at court, thou never sawest
good manners; if thou never sawest good manners,
then thy manners must be wicked; and wickedness is
sin, and sin is damnation. Thou art in a parlous
state, shepherd.
CORIN
Not a whit, Touchstone: those that are good manners
at the court are as ridiculous in the country as the
behavior of the country is most mockable at the
court. You told me you salute not at the court, but
you kiss your hands: that courtesy would be
uncleanly, if courtiers were shepherds.
TOUCHSTONE
Instance, briefly; come, instance.
CORIN
Why, we are still handling our ewes, and their
fells, you know, are greasy.
TOUCHSTONE
Why, do not your courtier's hands sweat? and is not
the grease of a mutton as wholesome as the sweat of
a man? Shallow, shallow. A better instance, I say; come.
CORIN
Besides, our hands are hard.
TOUCHSTONE
Your lips will feel them the sooner. Shallow again.
A more sounder instance, come.
CORIN
And they are often tarred over with the surgery of
our sheep: and would you have us kiss tar? The
courtier's hands are perfumed with civet.
TOUCHSTONE
Most shallow man! thou worms-meat, in respect of a
good piece of flesh indeed! Learn of the wise, and
perpend: civet is of a baser birth than tar, the
very uncleanly flux of a cat. Mend the instance, shepherd.
CORIN
You have too courtly a wit for me: I'll rest.
TOUCHSTONE
Wilt thou rest damned? God help thee, shallow man!
God make incision in thee! thou art raw.
CORIN
Sir, I am a true labourer: I earn that I eat, get
that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man's
happiness, glad of other men's good, content with my
harm, and the greatest of my pride is to see my ewes
graze and my lambs suck.
TOUCHSTONE
That is another simple sin in you, to bring the ewes
and the rams together and to offer to get your
living by the copulation of cattle; to be bawd to a
bell-wether, and to betray a she-lamb of a
twelvemonth to a crooked-pated, old, cuckoldly ram,
out of all reasonable match. If thou beest not
damned for this, the devil himself will have no
shepherds; I cannot see else how thou shouldst
'scape.
CORIN
Here comes young Master Ganymede, my new mistress's brother.
Enter ROSALIND, with a paper, reading
ROSALIND
From the east to western Ind,
No jewel is like Rosalind.
Her worth, being mounted on the wind,
Through all the world bears Rosalind.
All the pictures fairest lined
Are but black to Rosalind.
Let no fair be kept in mind
But the fair of Rosalind.
TOUCHSTONE
I'll rhyme you so eight years together, dinners and
suppers and sleeping-hours excepted: it is the
right butter-women's rank to market.
ROSALIND
Out, fool!
TOUCHSTONE
For a taste:
If a hart do lack a hind,
Let him seek out Rosalind.
If the cat will after kind,
So be sure will Rosalind.
Winter garments must be lined,
So must slender Rosalind.
They that reap must sheaf and bind;
Then to cart with Rosalind.
Sweetest nut hath sourest rind,
Such a nut is Rosalind.
He that sweetest rose will find
Must find love's prick and Rosalind.
This is the very false gallop of verses: why do you
infect yourself with them?
ROSALIND
Peace, you dull fool! I found them on a tree.
TOUCHSTONE
Truly, the tree yields bad fruit.
ROSALIND
I'll graff it with you, and then I shall graff it
with a medlar: then it will be the earliest fruit
i' the country; for you'll be rotten ere you be half
ripe, and that's the right virtue of the medlar.
TOUCHSTONE
You have said; but whether wisely or no, let the
forest judge.
Enter CELIA, with a writing
ROSALIND
Peace! Here comes my sister, reading: stand aside.
CELIA
[Reads]
Why should this a desert be?
For it is unpeopled? No:
Tongues I'll hang on every tree,
That shall civil sayings show:
Some, how brief the life of man
Runs his erring pilgrimage,
That the stretching of a span
Buckles in his sum of age;
Some, of violated vows
'Twixt the souls of friend and friend:
But upon the fairest boughs,
Or at every sentence end,
Will I Rosalinda write,
Teaching all that read to know
The quintessence of every sprite
Heaven would in little show.
Therefore Heaven Nature charged
That one body should be fill'd
With all graces wide-enlarged:
Nature presently distill'd
Helen's cheek, but not her heart,
Cleopatra's majesty,
Atalanta's better part,
Sad Lucretia's modesty.
Thus Rosalind of many parts
By heavenly synod was devised,
Of many faces, eyes and hearts,
To have the touches dearest prized.
Heaven would that she these gifts should have,
And I to live and die her slave.
ROSALIND
O most gentle pulpiter! what tedious homily of love
have you wearied your parishioners withal, and never
cried 'Have patience, good people!'
CELIA
How now! back, friends! Shepherd, go off a little.
Go with him, sirrah.
TOUCHSTONE
Come, shepherd, let us make an honourable retreat;
though not with bag and baggage, yet with scrip and scrippage.
Exeunt CORIN and TOUCHSTONE
CELIA
Didst thou hear these verses?
ROSALIND
O, yes, I heard them all, and more too; for some of
them had in them more feet than the verses would bear.
CELIA
That's no matter: the feet might bear the verses.
ROSALIND
Ay, but the feet were lame and could not bear
themselves without the verse and therefore stood
lamely in the verse.
CELIA
But didst thou hear without wondering how thy name
should be hanged and carved upon these trees?
ROSALIND
I was seven of the nine days out of the wonder
before you came; for look here what I found on a
palm-tree. I was never so be-rhymed since
Pythagoras' time, that I was an Irish rat, which I
can hardly remember.
CELIA
Trow you who hath done this?
ROSALIND
Is it a man?
CELIA
And a chain, that you once wore, about his neck.
Change you colour?
ROSALIND
I prithee, who?
CELIA
O Lord, Lord! it is a hard matter for friends to
meet; but mountains may be removed with earthquakes
and so encounter.
ROSALIND
Nay, but who is it?
CELIA
Is it possible?
ROSALIND
Nay, I prithee now with most petitionary vehemence,
tell me who it is.
CELIA
O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful
wonderful! and yet again wonderful, and after that,
out of all hooping!
ROSALIND
Good my complexion! dost thou think, though I am
caparisoned like a man, I have a doublet and hose in
my disposition? One inch of delay more is a
South-sea of discovery; I prithee, tell me who is it
quickly, and speak apace. I would thou couldst
stammer, that thou mightst pour this concealed man
out of thy mouth, as wine comes out of a narrow-
mouthed bottle, either too much at once, or none at
all. I prithee, take the cork out of thy mouth that
may drink thy tidings.
CELIA
So you may put a man in your belly.
ROSALIND
Is he of God's making? What manner of man? Is his
head worth a hat, or his chin worth a beard?
CELIA
Nay, he hath but a little beard.
ROSALIND
Why, God will send more, if the man will be
thankful: let me stay the growth of his beard, if
thou delay me not the knowledge of his chin.
CELIA
It is young Orlando, that tripped up the wrestler's
heels and your heart both in an instant.
ROSALIND
Nay, but the devil take mocking: speak, sad brow and
true maid.
CELIA
I' faith, coz, 'tis he.
ROSALIND
Orlando?
CELIA
Orlando.
ROSALIND
Alas the day! what shall I do with my doublet and
hose? What did he when thou sawest him? What said
he? How looked he? Wherein went he? What makes
him here? Did he ask for me? Where remains he?
How parted he with thee? and when shalt thou see
him again? Answer me in one word.
CELIA
You must borrow me Gargantua's mouth first: 'tis a
word too great for any mouth of this age's size. To
say ay and no to these particulars is more than to
answer in a catechism.
ROSALIND
But doth he know that I am in this forest and in
man's apparel? Looks he as freshly as he did the
day he wrestled?
CELIA
It is as easy to count atomies as to resolve the
propositions of a lover; but take a taste of my
finding him, and relish it with good observance.
I found him under a tree, like a dropped acorn.
ROSALIND
It may well be called Jove's tree, when it drops
forth such fruit.
CELIA
Give me audience, good madam.
ROSALIND
Proceed.
CELIA
There lay he, stretched along, like a wounded knight.
ROSALIND
Though it be pity to see such a sight, it well
becomes the ground.
CELIA
Cry 'holla' to thy tongue, I prithee; it curvets
unseasonably. He was furnished like a hunter.
ROSALIND
O, ominous! he comes to kill my heart.
CELIA
I would sing my song without a burden: thou bringest
me out of tune.
ROSALIND
Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must
speak. Sweet, say on.
CELIA
You bring me out. Soft! comes he not here?
Enter ORLANDO and JAQUES
ROSALIND
'Tis he: slink by, and note him.
JAQUES
I thank you for your company; but, good faith, I had
as lief have been myself alone.
ORLANDO
And so had I; but yet, for fashion sake, I thank you
too for your society.
JAQUES
God be wi' you: let's meet as little as we can.
ORLANDO
I do desire we may be better strangers.
JAQUES
I pray you, mar no more trees with writing
love-songs in their barks.
ORLANDO
I pray you, mar no more of my verses with reading
them ill-favouredly.
JAQUES
Rosalind is your love's name?
ORLANDO
Yes, just.
JAQUES
I do not like her name.
ORLANDO
There was no thought of pleasing you when she was
christened.
JAQUES
What stature is she of?
ORLANDO
Just as high as my heart.
JAQUES
You are full of pretty answers. Have you not been
acquainted with goldsmiths' wives, and conned them
out of rings?
ORLANDO
Not so; but I answer you right painted cloth, from
whence you have studied your questions.
JAQUES
You have a nimble wit: I think 'twas made of
Atalanta's heels. Will you sit down with me? and
we two will rail against our mistress the world and
all our misery.
ORLANDO
I will chide no breather in the world but myself,
against whom I know most faults.
JAQUES
The worst fault you have is to be in love.
ORLANDO
'Tis a fault I will not change for your best virtue.
I am weary of you.
JAQUES
By my troth, I was seeking for a fool when I found
you.
ORLANDO
He is drowned in the brook: look but in, and you
shall see him.
JAQUES
There I shall see mine own figure.
ORLANDO
Which I take to be either a fool or a cipher.
JAQUES
I'll tarry no longer with you: farewell, good
Signior Love.
ORLANDO
I am glad of your departure: adieu, good Monsieur
Melancholy.
Exit JAQUES
ROSALIND
[Aside to CELIA] I will speak to him, like a saucy
lackey and under that habit play the knave with him.
Do you hear, forester?
ORLANDO
Very well: what would you?
ROSALIND
I pray you, what is't o'clock?
ORLANDO
You should ask me what time o' day: there's no clock
in the forest.
ROSALIND
Then there is no true lover in the forest; else
sighing every minute and groaning every hour would
detect the lazy foot of Time as well as a clock.
ORLANDO
And why not the swift foot of Time? had not that
been as proper?
ROSALIND
By no means, sir: Time travels in divers paces with
divers persons. I'll tell you who Time ambles
withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops
withal and who he stands still withal.
ORLANDO
I prithee, who doth he trot withal?
ROSALIND
Marry, he trots hard with a young maid between the
contract of her marriage and the day it is
solemnized: if the interim be but a se'nnight,
Time's pace is so hard that it seems the length of
seven year.
ORLANDO
Who ambles Time withal?
ROSALIND
With a priest that lacks Latin and a rich man that
hath not the gout, for the one sleeps easily because
he cannot study, and the other lives merrily because
he feels no pain, the one lacking the burden of lean
and wasteful learning, the other knowing no burden
of heavy tedious penury; these Time ambles withal.
ORLANDO
Who doth he gallop withal?
ROSALIND
With a thief to the gallows, for though he go as
softly as foot can fall, he thinks himself too soon there.
ORLANDO
Who stays it still withal?
ROSALIND
With lawyers in the vacation, for they sleep between
term and term and then they perceive not how Time moves.
ORLANDO
Where dwell you, pretty youth?
ROSALIND
With this shepherdess, my sister; here in the
skirts of the forest, like fringe upon a petticoat.
ORLANDO
Are you native of this place?
ROSALIND
As the cony that you see dwell where she is kindled.
ORLANDO
Your accent is something finer than you could
purchase in so removed a dwelling.
ROSALIND
I have been told so of many: but indeed an old
religious uncle of mine taught me to speak, who was
in his youth an inland man; one that knew courtship
too well, for there he fell in love. I have heard
him read many lectures against it, and I thank God
I am not a woman, to be touched with so many
giddy offences as he hath generally taxed their
whole sex withal.
ORLANDO
Can you remember any of the principal evils that he
laid to the charge of women?
ROSALIND
There were none principal; they were all like one
another as half-pence are, every one fault seeming
monstrous till his fellow fault came to match it.
ORLANDO
I prithee, recount some of them.
ROSALIND
No, I will not cast away my physic but on those that
are sick. There is a man haunts the forest, that
abuses our young plants with carving 'Rosalind' on
their barks; hangs odes upon hawthorns and elegies
on brambles, all, forsooth, deifying the name of
Rosalind: if I could meet that fancy-monger I would
give him some good counsel, for he seems to have the
quotidian of love upon him.
ORLANDO
I am he that is so love-shaked: I pray you tell me
your remedy.
ROSALIND
There is none of my uncle's marks upon you: he
taught me how to know a man in love; in which cage
of rushes I am sure you are not prisoner.
ORLANDO
What were his marks?
ROSALIND
A lean cheek, which you have not, a blue eye and
sunken, which you have not, an unquestionable
spirit, which you have not, a beard neglected,
which you have not; but I pardon you for that, for
simply your having in beard is a younger brother's
revenue: then your hose should be ungartered, your
bonnet unbanded, your sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe
untied and every thing about you demonstrating a
careless desolation; but you are no such man; you
are rather point-device in your accoutrements as
loving yourself than seeming the lover of any other.
ORLANDO
Fair youth, I would I could make thee believe I love.
ROSALIND
Me believe it! you may as soon make her that you
love believe it; which, I warrant, she is apter to
do than to confess she does: that is one of the
points in the which women still give the lie to
their consciences. But, in good sooth, are you he
that hangs the verses on the trees, wherein Rosalind
is so admired?
ORLANDO
I swear to thee, youth, by the white hand of
Rosalind, I am that he, that unfortunate he.
ROSALIND
But are you so much in love as your rhymes speak?
ORLANDO
Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much.
ROSALIND
Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves
as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do: and
the reason why they are not so punished and cured
is, that the lunacy is so ordinary that the whippers
are in love too. Yet I profess curing it by counsel.
ORLANDO
Did you ever cure any so?
ROSALIND
Yes, one, and in this manner. He was to imagine me
his love, his mistress; and I set him every day to
woo me: at which time would I, being but a moonish
youth, grieve, be effeminate, changeable, longing
and liking, proud, fantastical, apish, shallow,
inconstant, full of tears, full of smiles, for every
passion something and for no passion truly any
thing, as boys and women are for the most part
cattle of this colour; would now like him, now loathe
him; then entertain him, then forswear him; now weep
for him, then spit at him; that I drave my suitor
from his mad humour of love to a living humour of
madness; which was, to forswear the full stream of
the world, and to live in a nook merely monastic.
And thus I cured him; and this way will I take upon
me to wash your liver as clean as a sound sheep's
heart, that there shall not be one spot of love in't.
ORLANDO
I would not be cured, youth.
ROSALIND
I would cure you, if you would but call me Rosalind
and come every day to my cote and woo me.
ORLANDO
Now, by the faith of my love, I will: tell me
where it is.
ROSALIND
Go with me to it and I'll show it you and by the way
you shall tell me where in the forest you live.
Will you go?
ORLANDO
With all my heart, good youth.
ROSALIND
Nay you must call me Rosalind. Come, sister, will you go?
Exeunt第二场 亚登森林
奥兰多携纸上。
奥兰多 悬在这里吧，我的诗，证明我的爱情；
你三重王冠的夜间的女王⑥，请临视，
从苍白的昊天，用你那贞洁的眼睛，
那支配我生命的，你那猎伴⑦的名字。
啊，罗瑟琳！这些树林将是我的书册，
我要在一片片树皮上镂刻下相思，
好让每一个来到此间的林中游客，
任何处见得到颂赞她美德的言辞。
走，走，奥兰多；去在每株树上刻着伊，
那美好的、幽娴的、无可比拟的人儿。（下。）
柯林及试金石上。
柯林 您喜欢不喜欢这种牧人的生活，试金石先生？
试金石 说老实话，牧人，按着这种生活的本身说起来，倒是一种很好的生活；
可是按着这是一种牧人的生活说起来，那就毫不足取了。照它的清静而论，我很喜
欢这种生活；可是照它的寂寞而论，实在是一种很坏的生活。看到这种生活是在田
间，很使我满意；可是看到它不是在宫廷里，那简直很无聊。你瞧，这是一种很经
济的生活，因此倒怪合我的脾胃；可是它未免太寒伧了，因此我过不来。你懂不懂
得一点哲学，牧人？
柯林 我只知道这一点儿： 一个人越是害病，他越是不舒服；钱财、资本和知
足，是人们缺少不来的三位好朋友；雨湿淋衣，火旺烧柴；好牧场产肥羊，天黑是
因为没有了太阳；生来愚笨怪祖父，学而不慧师之情。
试金石 这样一个人是天生的哲学家了。有没有到过宫廷里，牧人？
柯林 没有，不瞒您说。
试金石 那么你这人就该死了。
柯林 我希望不致于吧？
试金石 真的，你这人该死，就像一个煎得不好一面焦的鸡蛋。
柯林 因为没有到过宫廷里吗？请问您的理由。
试金石 喏， 要是你从来没有到过宫廷里，你就不曾见过好礼貌；要是你从来
没有见过好礼貌，你的举止一定很坏；坏人就是有罪的人，有罪的人就该死。你的
情形很危险呢，牧人。
柯林 一点不， 试金石。在宫廷里算作好礼貌的，在乡野里就会变成可笑，正
像乡下人的行为一到了宫廷里就显得寒伧一样。您对我说过你们在宫廷里只要见人
打招呼就要吻手；要是宫廷里的老爷们都是牧人，那么这种礼貌就要嫌太龌龊了。
试金石 有什么证据？简单地说；来，说出理由来。
柯林 喏，我们的手常常要去碰着母羊；它们的毛，您知道，是很油腻的。
试金石 嘿， 廷臣们的手上不是也要出汗的吗？羊身上的脂肪比起人身上的汗
腻来，不是一样干净的吗？浅薄！浅薄！说出一个好一点的理由来，说吧。
柯林 而且，我们的手很粗糙。
试金石 那么你们的嘴唇格外容易感到它们。 还是浅薄！再说一个充分一点的
理由，说吧。
柯林 我们的手在给羊们包扎伤处的时候总是涂满了焦油； 您要我们跟焦油接
吻吗？宫廷里的老爷们手上都是涂着麝香的。
试金石 浅薄不堪的家伙！ 把你跟一块好肉比起来，你简直是一块给蛆虫吃的
臭肉！用心听聪明人的教训吧：麝香是一只猫身上流出来的龌龊东西，它的来源比
焦油脏得多呢。把你的理由修正修正吧，牧人。
柯林 您太会讲话了，我说不过您；我不说了。
试金石 你就甘心该死吗？ 上帝保佑你，浅薄的人！上帝把你好好针砭一下！
你太不懂世事了。
柯林 先生， 我是一个道地的做活的；我用自己的力量换饭吃换衣服穿；不跟
别人结怨，也不妒羡别人的福气；瞧着人家得意我也高兴，自己倒了霉就自宽自解；
我的最大的骄傲就是瞧我的母羊吃草，我的羔羊啜奶。
试金石 这又是你的一桩因为傻气而造下的孽： 你把母羊和公羊拉拢在一起，
靠着它们的配对来维持你的生活；给挂铃的羊当龟奴，替一头歪脖子的老忘八公羊
把才一岁的雌儿骗诱失身，也不想到合配不合配；要是你不会因此而下地狱，那么
魔鬼也没有人给他牧羊了。我想不出你有什么豁免的希望。
柯林 盖尼米德大官人来了，他是我的新主妇的哥哥。
罗瑟琳读一张字纸上。
罗瑟琳
从东印度到西印度找遍奇珍，
没有一颗珠玉比得上罗瑟琳。
她的名声随着好风播满诸城，
整个世界都在仰慕着罗瑟琳。
画工描摹下一幅幅倩影真真，
都要黯然无色一见了罗瑟琳。
任何的脸貌都不用铭记在心，
单单牢记住了美丽的罗瑟琳。
试金石 我可以给您这样凑韵下去凑它整整的八年， 吃饭和睡觉的时间除外。
这好像是一连串上市去卖奶油的好大娘。
罗瑟琳 啐，傻子！
试金石 试一下看：
要是公鹿找不到母鹿很伤心，
不妨叫它前去寻找那罗瑟琳。
倘说是没有一只猫儿不叫春，
心同此情有谁能责怪罗瑟琳？
冬天的衣裳棉花应该衬得温，
免得冻坏了娇怯怯的罗瑟琳。
割下的田禾必须捆得端端整，
一车的禾捆上装着个罗瑟琳。
最甜蜜的果子皮儿酸痛了唇，
这种果子的名字便是罗瑟琳。
有谁想找到玫瑰花开香喷喷，
就会找到爱的棘刺和罗瑟琳。
这简直是胡扯的歪诗；您怎么也会给这种东西沾上了呢？
罗瑟琳 别多嘴，你这蠢傻瓜！我在一株树上找到它们的。
试金石 真的，这株树生的果子太坏。
罗瑟琳 那我就把它和你接种在一起， 把它和爱乱缠的枸杞接种在一起；这样
它就是地里最早的果子了；因为你没等半熟就会烂掉的，这正是爱乱缠的枸杞的特
点。
西莉娅读一张字纸上。
罗瑟琳 静些！我的妹妹读着些什么来了；站旁边去。
西莉娅
为什么这里是一片荒碛？
因为没有人居住吗？不然，
我要叫每株树长起喉舌，
吐露出温文典雅的语言：
或是慨叹着生命一何短，
匆匆跑完了游子的行程，
只须把手掌轻轻翻个转，
便早已终结人们的一生；
或是感怀着旧盟今已冷，
同心的契友忘却了故交；
但我要把最好树枝选定，
缀附在每行诗句的终梢，
罗瑟琳三个字小名美妙，
向普世的读者遍告周知。
莫看她苗条的一身娇小，
宇宙间的精华尽萃于兹；
造物当时曾向自然诏示，
吩咐把所有的绝世姿才，
向纤纤一躯中合炉熔制，
累天工费去不少的安排：
负心的海伦醉人的脸蛋，
克莉奥佩特拉威仪丰容。
阿塔兰忒⑧的柳腰儿款摆，
鲁克丽西娅⑨的节操贞松：
劳动起玉殿上诸天仙众，
造成这十全十美罗瑟琳；
荟萃了各式的妍媚万种，
选出一副俊脸目秀精神。
上天给她这般恩赐优渥，
我命该终身做她的臣仆。
罗瑟琳 啊， 最温柔的宣教师！您的恋爱的说教是多么噜苏得叫您的教民听了
厌烦，可是您却也不喊一声，“请耐心一点，好人们。”
西莉娅 啊！朋友们，退后去！牧人，稍为走开一点；跟他去，小子。
试金石 来， 牧人， 让我们堂堂退却： 大小箱笼都不带，只带一个头陀袋。
（柯林、试金石下。）
西莉娅 你有没有听见这种诗句？
罗瑟琳 啊， 是的，我都听见了。真是大块文章；有些诗句里多出好几步，拖
都拖不动。
西莉娅 那没关系，步子可以拖着诗走。
罗瑟琳 不错， 但是这些步子自己就不是四平八稳的，没有诗韵的帮助，简直
寸步难行；所以只能勉强塞在那里。
西莉娅 但是你听见你的名字被人家悬挂起来， 还刻在这种树上，不觉得奇怪
吗？
罗瑟琳 人家说一件奇事过了九天便不足为奇； 在你没有来之前，我已经过了
第七天了。瞧，这是我在一株棕榈树上找到的。自从毕达哥拉斯的时候以来，我从
不曾被人这样用诗句咒过；那时我是一只爱尔兰的老鼠⑩，现在简直记也记不起来
了。
西莉娅 你想这是谁干的？
罗瑟琳 是个男人吗？
西莉娅 而且有一根链条，是你从前带过的，套在他的颈上。你脸红了吗？
罗瑟琳 请你告诉我是谁？
西莉娅 主啊！ 主啊！朋友们见面真不容易；可是两座高山也许会给地震搬了
家而碰起头来。
罗瑟琳 嗳，但是究竟是谁呀？
西莉娅 真的猜不出来吗？
罗瑟琳 嗳，我使劲地央求你告诉我他是谁。
西莉娅 奇怪啊！ 奇怪啊！奇怪到无可再奇怪的奇怪！奇怪而又奇怪！说不出
来的奇怪！
罗瑟琳 我要脸红起来了！ 你以为我打扮得像个男人，就会在精神上也穿起男
装来吗？你再耽延一刻不再说出来，就要累我在汪洋大海里作茫茫的探索了。请你
快快告诉我他是谁，不要吞吞吐吐。我倒希望你是个口吃的，那么你也许会把这个
保守着秘密的名字不期然而然地打你嘴里吐出来，就像酒从狭口的瓶里倒出来一样，
不是一点都倒不出，就是一下子出来了许多。求求你拔去你嘴里的塞子，让我饮着
你的消息吧。
西莉娅 那么你要把那人儿一口气吞下肚子里去是不是？
罗瑟琳 他是上帝造下来的吗？ 是个什么样子的人？他的头戴上一顶帽子显不
显得寒伧？他的下巴留着一把胡须像不像个样儿？
西莉娅 不，他只有一点点儿胡须。
罗瑟琳 哦， 要是这家伙知道好歹，上帝会再给他一些的。要是你立刻就告诉
我他的下巴是怎么一个样子，我愿意等候他长起须来。
西莉娅 他就是年轻的奥兰多， 一下子把那拳师的脚跟和你的心一起绊跌了个
斤斗的。
罗瑟琳 嗳， 取笑人的让魔鬼抓了去；像一个老老实实的好姑娘似的，规规矩
矩说吧。
西莉娅 真的，姊姊，是他。
罗瑟琳 奥兰多？
西莉娅 奥兰多。
罗瑟琳 嗳哟！我这一身大衫短裤该怎么办呢？你看见他的时候他在作些什么？
他说些什么？他瞧上去怎样？他穿着些什么？他为什么到这儿来？他问起我吗？他
住在哪儿？他怎样跟你分别的？你什么时候再去看他？用一个字回答我。
西莉娅 你一定先要给我向卡冈都亚⑾借一张嘴来才行； 像我们这时代的人，
一张嘴里是装不下这么大的一个字的。要是一句句都用“是”和“不”回答起来，
也比考问教理还麻烦呢。
罗瑟琳 可是他知道我在这林子里， 打扮做男人的样子吗？他是不是跟摔角的
那天一样有精神？
西莉娅 回答情人的问题， 就像数微尘的粒数一般为难。你好好听我讲我怎样
找到他的情形，静静地体味着吧。我看见他在一株树底下，像一颗落下来的橡果。
罗瑟琳 树上会落下这样果子来，那真可以说是神树了。
西莉娅 好小姐，听我说。
罗瑟琳 讲下去。
西莉娅 他直挺挺地躺在那儿，像一个受伤的骑士。
罗瑟琳 虽然这种样子有点可怜相， 可是地上躺着这样一个人，倒也是很合适
的。
西莉娅 喊你的舌头停步吧；它简直随处乱跳。——他打扮得像个猎人。
罗瑟琳 哎哟，糟了！他要来猎取我的心了。
西莉娅 我唱歌的时候不要别人和着唱；你缠得我弄错拍子了。
罗瑟琳 你不知道我是个女人吗？ 我心里想到什么，便要说出口来。好人儿，
说下去吧。
西莉娅 你已经打断了我的话头。且慢！他不是来了吗？
罗瑟琳 是他；我们躲在一旁瞧着他吧。
奥兰多及杰奎斯上。
杰奎斯 多谢相陪；可是说老实话，我倒是喜欢一个人清静些。
奥兰多 我也是这样；可是为了礼貌的关系，我多谢您的作伴。
杰奎斯 上帝和您同在！让我们越少见面越好。
奥兰多 我希望我们还是不要相识的好。
杰奎斯 请您别再在树皮上写情诗糟蹋树木了。
奥兰多 请您别再用难听的声调念我的诗，把它们糟蹋了。
杰奎斯 您的情人的名字是罗瑟琳吗？
奥兰多 正是。
杰奎斯 我不喜欢她的名字。
奥兰多 她取名的时候，并没有打算要您喜欢。
杰奎斯 她的身材怎样？
奥兰多 恰恰够得到我的心头那样高。
杰奎斯 您怪会说俏皮的回答； 您是不是跟金匠们的妻子有点儿交情，因此把
戒指上的警句都默记下来了？
奥兰多 不， 我都是用彩画的挂帷上的话儿来回答您；您的问题也是从那儿学
来的。
杰奎斯 您的口才很敏捷， 我想是用阿塔兰忒的脚跟做成的。我们一块儿坐下
来好不好？我们两人要把世界痛骂一顿，大发一下牢骚。
奥兰多 我不愿责骂世上的有生之伦， 除了我自己；因为我知道自己的错处最
明白。
杰奎斯 您的最坏的错处就是要恋爱。
奥兰多 我不愿把这个错处来换取您的最好的美德。您真叫我腻烦。
杰奎斯 说老实话，我遇见您的时候，本来是在找一个傻子。
奥兰多 他掉在溪水里淹死了，您向水里一望，就可以瞧见他。
杰奎斯 我只瞧见我自己的影子。
奥兰多 那我以为倘不是个傻子，定然是个废物。
杰奎斯 我不想再跟您在一起了。再见，多情的公子。
奥兰多 我巴不得您走。再会，忧愁的先生。（杰奎斯下。）
罗瑟琳 我要像一个无礼的小厮一样去向他说话， 跟他捣捣乱。——听见我的
话吗，树林里的人？
奥兰多 很好，你有什么话说？
罗瑟琳 请问现在是几点钟？
奥兰多 你应该问我现在是什么时辰；树林里哪来的钟？
罗瑟琳 那么树林里也不会有真心的情人了； 否则每分钟的叹气，每点钟的呻
吟，该会像时钟一样计算出时间的懒懒的脚步来的。
奥兰多 为什么不说时间的快步呢？那样说不对吗？
罗瑟琳 不对， 先生。时间对于各种人有各种的步法。我可以告诉你时间对于
谁是走慢步的，对于谁是跨着细步走的，对于谁是奔着走的，对于谁是立定不动的。
奥兰多 请问他对于谁是跨着细步走的？
罗瑟琳 呃， 对于一个订了婚还没有成礼的姑娘，时间是跨着细步有气无力地
走着的；即使这中间只有一星期，也似乎有七年那样难过。
奥兰多 对于谁时间是走着慢步的？
罗瑟琳 对于一个不懂拉丁文的牧师， 或是一个不害痛风的富翁：一个因为不
能读书而睡得很酣杨，一个因为没有痛苦而活得很高兴；一个可以不必辛辛苦苦地
钻研，一个不知道有贫穷的艰困。对于这种人，时间是走着慢步的。
奥兰多 对于谁他是奔着走的？
罗瑟琳 对于一个上绞架的贼子； 因为虽然他尽力放慢脚步，他还是觉得到得
太快了。
奥兰多 对于谁他是静止不动的？
罗瑟琳 对于在休假中的律师， 因为他们在前后开庭的时期之间，完全昏睡过
去，不觉到时间的移动。
奥兰多 可爱的少年，你住在哪儿？
罗瑟琳 跟这位牧羊姑娘， 我的妹妹，住在这儿的树林边，正像裙子上的花边
一样。
奥兰多 你是本地人吗？
罗瑟琳 跟那头你看见的兔子一样，它的住处就是它生长的地方。
奥兰多 住在这种穷乡僻壤，你的谈吐却很高雅。
罗瑟琳 好多人都曾经这样说我； 其实是因为我有一个修行的老伯父，他本来
是在城市里生长的，是他教导我讲话；他曾经在宫廷里闹过恋爱，因此很懂得交际
的门槛。我曾经听他发过许多反对恋爱的议论；多谢上帝我不是个女人，不会犯到
他所归咎于一般女性的那许多心性轻浮的罪恶。
奥兰多 你记不记得他所说的女人的罪恶当中主要的几桩？
罗瑟琳 没有什么主要不主要的， 跟两个铜子相比一样，全差不多；每一件过
失似乎都十分严重，可是立刻又有一件出来可以赛过它。
奥兰多 请你说几件看。
罗瑟琳 不， 我的药是只给病人吃的。这座树林里常常有一个人来往，在我们
的嫩树皮上刻满了“罗瑟琳”的名字，把树木糟蹋得不成样子；山楂树上挂起了诗
篇，荆棘枝上吊悬着哀歌，说来说去都是把罗瑟琳的名字捧作神明。要是我碰见了
那个卖弄风情的家伙，我一定要好好给他一番教训，因为他似乎害着相思病。
奥兰多 我就是那个给爱情折磨的他。请你告诉我你有什么医治的方法。
罗瑟琳 我伯父所说的那种记号在你身上全找不出来， 他曾经告诉我怎样可以
看出来一个人是在恋爱着；我可以断定你一定不是那个草扎的笼中的囚人。
奥兰多 什么是他所说的那种记号呢？
罗瑟琳 一张瘦瘦的脸庞， 你没有；一双眼圈发黑的凹陷的眼睛，你没有；一
副懒得跟人家交谈的神气，你没有；一脸忘记了修薙的胡子，你没有；——可是那
我可以原谅你，因为你的胡子本来就像小兄弟的产业一样少得可怜。而且你的袜子
上应当是不套袜带的，你的帽子上应当是不结帽纽的，你的袖口的钮扣应当是脱开
的，你的鞋子上的带子应当是松散的，你身上的每一处都要表示出一种不经心的疏
懒。可是你却不是这样一个人；你把自己打扮得这么齐整，瞧你倒有点顾影自怜，
全不像在爱着什么人。
奥兰多 美貌的少年，我希望我能使你相信我是在恋爱。
罗瑟琳 我相信！你还是叫你的爱人相信吧。我可以断定，她即使容易相信你，
她嘴里也是不肯承认的；这也是女人们不老实的一点。可是说老实话，你真的便是
把恭维着罗瑟琳的诗句悬挂在树上的那家伙吗？
奥兰多 少年，我凭着罗瑟琳的玉手向你起誓，我就是他，那个不幸的他。
罗瑟琳 可是你真的像你诗上所说的那样热恋着吗？
奥兰多 什么也不能表达我的爱情的深切。
罗瑟琳 爱情不过是一种疯狂； 我对你说，有了爱情的人，是应该像对待一个
疯子一样，把他关在黑屋子里用鞭子抽一顿的。那么为什么他们不用这种处罚的方
法来医治爱情呢？因为那种疯病是极其平常的，就是拿鞭子的人也在恋爱哩。可是
我有医治它的法子。
奥兰多 你曾经医治过什么人吗？
罗瑟琳 是的，医治过一个；法子是这样的：他假想我是他的爱人，他的情妇，
我叫他每天都来向我求爱；那时我是一个善变的少年，便一会儿伤心，一会儿温存，
一会儿翻脸，一会儿思慕，一会儿欢喜；骄傲、古怪、刁钻、浅薄、轻浮，有时满
眼的泪，有时满脸的笑。什么情感都来一点儿，但没有一种是真切的，就像大多数
的孩子们和女人们一样；有时欢喜他，有时讨厌他，有时讨好他，有时冷淡他，有
时为他哭泣，有时把他唾弃：我这样把我这位求爱者从疯狂的爱逼到真个疯狂起来，
以至于抛弃人世，做起隐士来了。我用这种方法治好了他，我也可以用这种方法把
你的心肝洗得干干净净，像一颗没有毛病的羊心一样，再没有一点爱情的痕迹。
奥兰多 我不愿意治好，少年。
罗瑟琳 我可以把你治好， 假如你把我叫作罗瑟琳，每天到我的草屋里来向我
求爱。
奥兰多 凭着我的恋爱的真诚，我愿意。告诉我你住在什么地方。
罗瑟琳 跟我去， 我可以指点给你看；一路上你也要告诉我你住在林中的什么
地方。去吗？
奥兰多 很好，好孩子。
罗瑟琳 不，你一定要叫我罗瑟琳。来，妹妹，我们去吧。（同下。）
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