Oguri Shun & Narimiya Hiroki in Shakespeare's "As You Like It" (subbed)
My heart went all atwitter when I first watched this courtesy of windchijmes. (Many thanks to her for putting the raw video in youtube.) In my 1 year in JE / non-JE fandom I've come to develop a fetish for good looking guys being playfully romantic with each other. I got so giddy, it's possible I burnt a couple hundred calories from watching this.
Instead of direct translations, please enjoy with the original lines conceived by Shakespeare with 1 or two lines deleted here and there.
As You Like It | Act IV, Scene 1
The Forest of Arden.
-- Background --
Orlando (Orl.) (played by Oguri Shun). Youngest son of Sir Rowland de Bois. An attractive young man who, under his brother’s neglectful care has languished without a gentleman’s education or training. Yet somehow learned, well-loved, full of noble purposes.
Rosalind (Ros.) (played by Narimiya). Daughter of Duke Senior. Disguises herself as Ganymede (some young dude who's supposed to be handsome) and offers herself as a tutor in the ways of love to her beloved Orlando. Good-hearted, strong-willed, terribly clever.
Celia (Cel.) (the only one in a dress here and who's in on Rosalind's disguise).
Jacques (Jaq.) (the old guy who leaves them early on).
-- Let's get it on --
(Update: click bar above play button to play)
[Enter ORLANDO.]
Jaq. Nay, then, God be wi' you --an you talk in blank verse.
Ros. Farewell, monsieur traveller: look you lisp and wear strange suits; disable all the benefits of your own country; be out of love with your nativity.
[Exit JAQUES.]
Ros. Why, how now, OOorlando! where have you been all this while? You a lover! --An you serve me such another trick, never come in my sight more.
Orl. Pardon me, dear Rosalind.
Ros. Nay, an you be so tardy, come no more in my sight: I had as lief be wooed of a snail.
Orl. Of a snail!
Ros. Ay, of a snail; for though he comes slowly, he carries his house on his head; a better jointure, I think, than you make a woman: besides, he brings his destiny with him.
Orl. What's that?
Ros. Why, horns; which such as you are fain to be beholding to your wives for: but he comes armed in his fortune, and prevents the slander of his wife.
Orl. Virtue is no horn-maker; and my Rosalind is virtuous.
Ros. And I am your Rosalind.
Cel. It pleases him to call you so; but he hath a Ro-sa-li-n-do of a better leer than you.
Ros. Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in a holiday humour, and like enough to consent. --What would you say to me now, an I were your very very Rosalind?
Orl. I would kiss before I spoke.
Ros. Nay, you were better speak first; and when you were gravelled for lack of matter, you might take occasion to kiss.
Orl. How if the kiss be denied?
Ros. Then she puts you to entreaty, and there begins new matter.
Orl. What, of my suit?
Ros. Not out of your apparel, and yet out of your suit. Am not I your Rosalind?
Orl. I take some joy to say you are, because I would be talking of her.
Ros. Well, in her person, I say I will not have you.
Orl. Then, --in mine own person, I die.
Ros. No!, faith, die by attorney. The poor world is almost six thousand years old, and in all this time there was not any man died in his own person, videlicet, in a love-cause.
Orl. I would not have my right Rosalind of this mind; for, I protest, her frown might kill me.
Ros. By this hand, it will not kill a fly. But come, now I will be your Rosalind in a more coming-on disposition; and ask me what you will, I will grant it.
Orl. Then love me, Rosalind.
Ros. Yes, faith, will I, Fridays and Saturdays, and all.
Orl. And wilt thou have me?
Ros. Ay, and twenty such.
Orl. What sayest thou?
Ros. Are you not good?
Orl. I hope so.
Ros. Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing? --Come, sister, you shall be the priest, and marry us.--Give me your hand, Orlando --What do you say, sister?
Orl. Pray thee, marry us.
Cel. I cannot say the words.
Ros. You must begin,--'Will you, Orlando'--
Cel. Will you, Orlando, have to wife this Rosalind?
Orl. I will.
Ros. Ay, but when?
Orl. Why, now; as fast as she can marry us.
Ros. Then you must say,--'I take thee, Rosalind, for wife.'
Orl. I take thee, Rosalind, for wife.
Ros. I do take thee, Orlando, for my husband --there's a girl goes before the priest; and, certainly, a woman's thought runs before her actions.
Orl. So do all thoughts; they are winged.
Ros. Now tell me how long you would have her, after you have possessed her.
Orl. --For ever and a day.
Ros. Say "a day," without the "ever." --No, no, Orlando: men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. I will be more jealous of thee than a Barbary cock-pigeon over his hen; more clamorous than a parrot against rain; more new-fangled than an ape; more giddy in my desires than a monkey.I will laugh like a hyen, and that when thou are inclined to sleep.
Orl. But will my Rosalind do so?
Ros. By my life, she will do as I do.
Orl. O, but she is wise.
Ros. Or else she could not have the wit to do this.
Orl. For these two hours, Rosalind, I will leave thee.
Ros. Alas, dear love, I cannot lack thee two hours!
Orl. I must attend the duke at dinner; by two o'clock I will be with thee again.
Ros. Ay, go your ways, go your ways; I knew what you would prove; my friends told me as much, and I thought no less:--that flattering tongue of yours won me: --'tis but one cast away, and so,--come death! ----Two o'clock is your hour?
Orl. Ay, sweet Rosalind.
Ros. By my troth, and in good earnest, if you break one jot of your promise, or come one minute behind your hour, I will think you the most pathetical break-promise: therefore beware my censure, and keep your promise.
Orl. With no less religion than if thou wert indeed my Rosalind: so, adieu!
Ros. --Adieu!
[Exit ORLANDO.]
(Sorry, scroll box is soo manual labor. Hehe. I'll up subs in dailymotion when I have more time and patience. )
More? You can watch the whole thing (no subs) here: お気に召すまま AS YOU LIKE IT -VideoNavi-
Instead of direct translations, please enjoy with the original lines conceived by Shakespeare with 1 or two lines deleted here and there.
As You Like It | Act IV, Scene 1
The Forest of Arden.
-- Background --
Orlando (Orl.) (played by Oguri Shun). Youngest son of Sir Rowland de Bois. An attractive young man who, under his brother’s neglectful care has languished without a gentleman’s education or training. Yet somehow learned, well-loved, full of noble purposes.
Rosalind (Ros.) (played by Narimiya). Daughter of Duke Senior. Disguises herself as Ganymede (some young dude who's supposed to be handsome) and offers herself as a tutor in the ways of love to her beloved Orlando. Good-hearted, strong-willed, terribly clever.
Celia (Cel.) (the only one in a dress here and who's in on Rosalind's disguise).
Jacques (Jaq.) (the old guy who leaves them early on).
-- Let's get it on --
(Update: click bar above play button to play)
[Enter ORLANDO.]
Jaq. Nay, then, God be wi' you --an you talk in blank verse.
Ros. Farewell, monsieur traveller: look you lisp and wear strange suits; disable all the benefits of your own country; be out of love with your nativity.
[Exit JAQUES.]
Ros. Why, how now, OOorlando! where have you been all this while? You a lover! --An you serve me such another trick, never come in my sight more.
Orl. Pardon me, dear Rosalind.
Ros. Nay, an you be so tardy, come no more in my sight: I had as lief be wooed of a snail.
Orl. Of a snail!
Ros. Ay, of a snail; for though he comes slowly, he carries his house on his head; a better jointure, I think, than you make a woman: besides, he brings his destiny with him.
Orl. What's that?
Ros. Why, horns; which such as you are fain to be beholding to your wives for: but he comes armed in his fortune, and prevents the slander of his wife.
Orl. Virtue is no horn-maker; and my Rosalind is virtuous.
Ros. And I am your Rosalind.
Cel. It pleases him to call you so; but he hath a Ro-sa-li-n-do of a better leer than you.
Ros. Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in a holiday humour, and like enough to consent. --What would you say to me now, an I were your very very Rosalind?
Orl. I would kiss before I spoke.
Ros. Nay, you were better speak first; and when you were gravelled for lack of matter, you might take occasion to kiss.
Orl. How if the kiss be denied?
Ros. Then she puts you to entreaty, and there begins new matter.
Orl. What, of my suit?
Ros. Not out of your apparel, and yet out of your suit. Am not I your Rosalind?
Orl. I take some joy to say you are, because I would be talking of her.
Ros. Well, in her person, I say I will not have you.
Orl. Then, --in mine own person, I die.
Ros. No!, faith, die by attorney. The poor world is almost six thousand years old, and in all this time there was not any man died in his own person, videlicet, in a love-cause.
Orl. I would not have my right Rosalind of this mind; for, I protest, her frown might kill me.
Ros. By this hand, it will not kill a fly. But come, now I will be your Rosalind in a more coming-on disposition; and ask me what you will, I will grant it.
Orl. Then love me, Rosalind.
Ros. Yes, faith, will I, Fridays and Saturdays, and all.
Orl. And wilt thou have me?
Ros. Ay, and twenty such.
Orl. What sayest thou?
Ros. Are you not good?
Orl. I hope so.
Ros. Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing? --Come, sister, you shall be the priest, and marry us.--Give me your hand, Orlando --What do you say, sister?
Orl. Pray thee, marry us.
Cel. I cannot say the words.
Ros. You must begin,--'Will you, Orlando'--
Cel. Will you, Orlando, have to wife this Rosalind?
Orl. I will.
Ros. Ay, but when?
Orl. Why, now; as fast as she can marry us.
Ros. Then you must say,--'I take thee, Rosalind, for wife.'
Orl. I take thee, Rosalind, for wife.
Ros. I do take thee, Orlando, for my husband --there's a girl goes before the priest; and, certainly, a woman's thought runs before her actions.
Orl. So do all thoughts; they are winged.
Ros. Now tell me how long you would have her, after you have possessed her.
Orl. --For ever and a day.
Ros. Say "a day," without the "ever." --No, no, Orlando: men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. I will be more jealous of thee than a Barbary cock-pigeon over his hen; more clamorous than a parrot against rain; more new-fangled than an ape; more giddy in my desires than a monkey.I will laugh like a hyen, and that when thou are inclined to sleep.
Orl. But will my Rosalind do so?
Ros. By my life, she will do as I do.
Orl. O, but she is wise.
Ros. Or else she could not have the wit to do this.
Orl. For these two hours, Rosalind, I will leave thee.
Ros. Alas, dear love, I cannot lack thee two hours!
Orl. I must attend the duke at dinner; by two o'clock I will be with thee again.
Ros. Ay, go your ways, go your ways; I knew what you would prove; my friends told me as much, and I thought no less:--that flattering tongue of yours won me: --'tis but one cast away, and so,--come death! ----Two o'clock is your hour?
Orl. Ay, sweet Rosalind.
Ros. By my troth, and in good earnest, if you break one jot of your promise, or come one minute behind your hour, I will think you the most pathetical break-promise: therefore beware my censure, and keep your promise.
Orl. With no less religion than if thou wert indeed my Rosalind: so, adieu!
Ros. --Adieu!
[Exit ORLANDO.]
(Sorry, scroll box is soo manual labor. Hehe. I'll up subs in dailymotion when I have more time and patience. )
More? You can watch the whole thing (no subs) here: お気に召すまま AS YOU LIKE IT -VideoNavi-