Rosalind, disguised as the boy, Ganymede, has just witnessed Phebe speaking cruelly to Sylvius, who loves her. In this monologue Rosalind/ Ganymede chides Phebe for being such a vile woman. She/ he tells Sylvius that he is a fool for loving her and that Sylvius is much more of a man than she is a woman. She/ he then advises Phebe to love Sylvius, as no one else would want her.
AuthorName: William Shakespeare
Eras: 1601-1700, 1501-1600
And why, I pray you? Who might be your mother, That you insult, exult, and all...View Full Monologue Text
And why, I pray you? Who might be your mother,
That you insult, exult, and all at once,
Over the wretched? What though you have no beauty,--
As by my faith, I see no more in you
Than without candle may go dark to bed,--
Must you be therefore proud and pitiless?
Why, what means this? Why do you look on me?
I see no more in you than in the ordinary
Of nature's sale-work. Od's my little life!
I think she means to tangle my eyes too.
No, faith, proud mistress, hope not after it:
'Tis not your inky brows, your black silk hair,
Your bugle eyeballs, nor your cheek of cream,
That can entame my spirits to your worship.
You foolish shepherd, wherefore do you follow her,
Like foggy south puffing with wind and rain?
You are a thousand times a properer man
Than she a woman: 'tis such fools as you
That make the world full of ill-favour'd children:
'Tis not her glass, but you, that flatters her;
And out of you she sees herself more proper
Than any of her lineaments can show her.
But, mistress, know yourself: down on your knees,
And thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love:
For I must tell you friendly in your ear,
Sell when you can; you are not for all markets.
Cry the man mercy; love him; take his offer:
Foul is most foul, being foul to be a scoffer.
So take her to thee, shepherd. Fare you well.
PlayName: As You Like It
Rating: Suitable for all ages
Copyright Status: Public domain
Age Range: 20s - Early, 20s - Late, 30s - Early
Dialects: Standard American, Standard English