As You Like It, Act 2, Scene 4

O Jupiter, how weary are my spirits!

Oh Jupiter, how tired my spirits are!

I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary.

I wouldn't care about my spirits, if my legs weren't tired.

I could find in my heart to disgrace my man’s apparel, and to cry like a woman, but I must comfort the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to show itself courageous to petticoat. Therefore, courage, good Aliena.

I have half a mind to bring shame on these men's clothes of mine and cry like a woman, but I have to give comfort to the weaker vessel, since doublet and hose ought to show themselves brave in front of a petticoat. So, courage, good Aliena.

I pray you bear with me, I cannot go no further.

Please put up with me; I can't go any further.

For my part, I had rather bear with you than bear you. Yet I should bear no cross if I did bear you, for I think you have no money in your purse.

For my part, I'd rather put up with you than carry you. Still, I'd be carrying no cross if I did carry you, because I think you have no money in your purse.

Well, this is the forest of Arden.

Well, this is the forest of Arden.

Ay, now am I in Arden, the more fool I! When I was at home I was in a better place, but travellers must be content.

Yes, now I'm in Arden — more fool me! When I was at home I was in a better place, but travellers have to be satisfied with things.

Ay, be so, good Touchstone. Look you, who comes here? A young man and an old in solemn talk.

Yes, be satisfied then, good Touchstone. Look, who's coming here? A young man and an old one in serious conversation.

That is the way to make her scorn you still.

That's the way to make her go on scorning you.

O Corin, that thou knew’st how I do love her!

Oh Corin, if only you knew how much I love her!

I partly guess, for I have loved ere now.

I can partly guess, because I have been in love before now.

No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess, Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow. But if thy love were ever like to mine— As sure I think did never man love so— How many actions most ridiculous Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?

No, Corin, you're old, so you can't guess, even if in your youth you were as faithful a lover as ever sighed on a pillow at midnight. But if your love was ever like mine — and I'm certain no man ever loved as I do — how many utterly ridiculous things were you driven to by your imagination?

Into a thousand that I have forgotten.

A thousand of them, which I've forgotten.

O, thou didst then never love so heartily! If thou rememb’rest not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run into, Thou hast not loved. Or if thou hast not sat as I do now, Wearing thy hearer in thy mistress’ praise, Thou hast not loved. Or if thou hast not broke from company Abruptly, as my passion now makes me, Thou hast not loved. O Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe!

Oh, then you never loved with your whole heart! If you don't remember the smallest foolish thing that love ever made you rush into, you haven't loved. Or if you haven't sat as I sit now, wearing out your listener with praise of your mistress, you haven't loved. Or if you haven't broken away from company suddenly, the way my passion drives me to now, you haven't loved. Oh Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe!

Alas, poor shepherd, searching of thy wound, I have by hard adventure found mine own.

Alas, poor shepherd, while probing your wound, I have by rough luck found my own.

And I mine. I remember when I was in love I broke my sword upon a stone and bid him take that for coming a-night to Jane Smile; and I remember the kissing of her batlet, and the cow’s dugs that her pretty chopped hands had milked; and I remember the wooing of a peascod instead of her, from whom I took two cods, and, giving her them again, said with weeping tears, “Wear these for my sake.” We that are true lovers run into strange capers. But as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.

And I've found mine. I remember when I was in love I broke my sword on a stone and told it to take that for going by night to Jane Smile; and I remember kissing her laundry bat, and the cow's udders that her pretty chapped hands had milked; and I remember courting a peapod instead of her, and I took two pods from it and gave them back to her, saying with weeping tears, "Wear these for my sake." We who are true lovers rush into strange antics. But as everything in nature is mortal, so everything in nature that's in love is mortally foolish.

Thou speak’st wiser than thou art ware of.

You speak more wisely than you realise.

Nay, I shall ne’er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it.

No, I'll never be aware of my own wit until I bark my shins against it.

Jove, Jove, this shepherd’s passion Is much upon my fashion.

Jove, Jove, this shepherd's passion is very much like my own.

And mine, but it grows something stale with me.

And like mine, though mine is getting somewhat stale.

I pray you, one of you question yond man If he for gold will give us any food. I faint almost to death.

Please, one of you ask that man over there whether he'll give us any food for money. I'm almost fainting to death.

Holla, you clown!

Hello there, you peasant!

Peace, fool, he’s not thy kinsman.

Quiet, fool, he's not a relative of yours.

Who calls?

Who's calling?

Your betters, sir.

Your superiors, sir.

Else are they very wretched.

Otherwise they're in a very sorry state.

Peace, I say.—Good even to you, friend.

Quiet, I say.—Good evening to you, friend.

And to you, gentle sir, and to you all.

And to you, gentle sir, and to all of you.

I prithee, shepherd, if that love or gold Can in this desert place buy entertainment, Bring us where we may rest ourselves and feed. Here’s a young maid with travel much oppressed, And faints for succour.

Please, shepherd, if love or gold can buy hospitality in this deserted place, take us where we can rest and eat. Here's a young girl badly worn out by travelling, and fainting for want of help.

Fair sir, I pity her And wish, for her sake more than for mine own, My fortunes were more able to relieve her. But I am shepherd to another man And do not shear the fleeces that I graze. My master is of churlish disposition And little recks to find the way to heaven By doing deeds of hospitality. Besides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed Are now on sale, and at our sheepcote now, By reason of his absence, there is nothing That you will feed on. But what is, come see, And in my voice most welcome shall you be.

Fine sir, I pity her, and I wish, for her sake more than my own, that my means were better able to help her. But I'm a shepherd working for another man, and I don't shear the fleeces of the sheep I pasture. My master is bad-tempered by nature, and cares little about finding the way to heaven by acts of hospitality. Besides, his cottage, his flocks, and his grazing land are now up for sale, and at our sheepcote at the moment, because he's away, there's nothing you would want to eat. But come and see what there is, and as far as my voice goes you'll be very welcome.

What is he that shall buy his flock and pasture?

Who is it that's going to buy his flock and pasture?

That young swain that you saw here but erewhile, That little cares for buying anything.

That young shepherd you saw here just a short while ago, who cares little about buying anything.

I pray thee, if it stand with honesty, Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the flock, And thou shalt have to pay for it of us.

Please, if it can be done honestly, you buy the cottage, the pasture, and the flock, and we'll give you the money to pay for it.

And we will mend thy wages. I like this place, And willingly could waste my time in it.

And we'll increase your wages. I like this place, and I could happily spend my time here.

Assuredly the thing is to be sold. Go with me. If you like upon report The soil, the profit, and this kind of life, I will your very faithful feeder be, And buy it with your gold right suddenly.

Certainly the property is for sale. Come with me. If, once you've heard about it, you like the land, the income, and this kind of life, I'll be your very faithful herdsman, and buy it with your gold straight away.