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SCENE II. The Palace.

Enter Duke with Lords.
Duke. Can it be possible that no Man saw them?
It cannot be ; some Villains of my Court
Are of Consent and Sufferance in this.

1 Lord. I cannot hear of any that did see her.
The Ladies, her Attendants of her Chamber,
Saw her abed, and in the Morning early
They found the Bed untreasur’d of their Mistress.

2 Lord. My Lord, the roynish Clown, at whom so oft
Your Grace was wont to laugh, is also missing :
Hifperia, the Princess Gentlewoman,
Confeffes that she secretly o'er-heard
Your Daughter and her Cousin much commend
The Parts and Graces of the Wrestler
That did but lately foil the sinowy Charles,
And she believes where-ever they are gone,
That Youth is surely in their Company.

Duke. Send to his Brother, fetch that Gallant hither, If he be absent, bring his Brother to me, I'll make him find him; do this suddenly, And let not Search and Inquisition quail To bring again these foolish Runaways. [Exeunt.

SCEN E III. Oliver's House.

Enter Orlando and Adam.
Orla. Who's there?

Adam. What my young Master, oh my gentle Master,
Oh my sweet Mafter, O you Memory
Of old Sir Rowland? Why, what make you here?
Why are you virtuous? Why do People love you?
And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and valiant?
Why would you be so fond to overcome
The bonny Priser of the humorous Duke ?
Your Praise is come too swiftly Home before you.
Know you not, Master, to fome kind of Men
Their Graces serve them but as Enemies;



No more do yours; your Virtues, gentle Master
Are fan&ified and holy Traitors to you:
Oh what a World is this, when what is comely
Envenoms him that bears it!

Orla. Why, what's the matter?

Adam. O unhappy Youth,
Come not within these Doors; within this Roof
The Enemy of all your Graces lives:
Your Brother no, no Brother, yet the Son,
Yet nor the Son, I will not call him Son,
Of him I was about to call his Father,
Hath heard your Praises, and this Night he means
To burn the Lodging where you use to lye,

you within it; if he fail of that
He will have other Means to cut you off;
I overheard him, and his Practices:
This is no Place, this House is bur a Butchery;
Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it.

Orla. Why, whither Adam wouldlt thou go?
Adam. No matter whither, so you come not here.

Orla. What, wouldlt thou have me go and beg my Food,
Or with a bafe and boistrous Sword enforce
A thievish living on the common Road?
This I must do, or know not what to do:
Yet this I will not do, do how I can;
I rather will subject me to the Malice
Of a diverted Blood, and bloody Brother.

Adam. But do not fo, I have five hundred Crowns,
The thrifty Hire I fav’d under your Father,
Which I did store to be my foster Nurse,
When Service should in my old Limbs lye lame,
And unregarded Age in Corners thrown;
Take that, and he that doth the Ravens feed,
Yea providently caters for the Sparrow,
Be Comfort to my Age; the Gold,
All this I give you, let me be your Servant,
Tho' I look old, yet I am strong and lusty,
For in my Youth I never did apply
Hot and rebellious Liquors in my Blood,
Nor did I with unbashful Forehead woo
The Means of Weakness and Debility;


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Therefore my Age is as a lusty Winter,
Frosty, but kindly; let me go with you,
I'll do the Service of a younger Man
In all your Business and Necellities,

Orla. Oh good old Man, how well in thee appears
The constant Service of the antick World;
When Service sweat for Duty, not for Need!
Thou art not for the Fashion of these times,
Where none will sweat, but for Promotion,
And having that, do choak their Service up,
Even with the having; it is not so with thee;
But poor old Man, thou prun'st a rotten Tree,
That cannot so much as a Blossom yield,
In lieu of all thy Pains and Husbandry;
But come thy ways, we'll go along together,
And e'er we have thy youthful Wages fpent,
We'll light upon some setled low Content.

Adam. Master go on, and I will follow thee
To the last Gasp with Truth and Loyalty,
From seventeen Years 'till now almost fourscore
Here lived I, but now live here no more.
At seventeen Years many their Fortunes seek,
But at fourscore, it is too late a Week;
Yet Fortune cannot recompence me better
Than to die well, and not my Master's Debter. [Excunt,

SCENE IV. The Foreft. Enter Rosalind in Boys Cloaths for Ganimed, Celia drejt like

a Shepherdess for Aliena, and Clown. Ros. O Jupiter, how merry are my Spirits ?

Clo. I care not for my Spirits, if my Legs were not weary.

Rós. I could find in my Heart to disgrace my Man's Apparel, and cry like a Woman; but I must comfort the weaker Vessel, as Doublet and Hose ought to show it self Courageous to a Petticoat; therefore Courage, good Aliena.

Cel. I pray you bear with me, I can go no further.

Clo. 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 Mony in your Purse.


Ros. Well, this is the Forest of Arden,

Clown. 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.

Enter Corin and Silvius. Rof. Ay, be so, good Touchstone ; look you who comes here, a young Man and an old, in folemn talk.

Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you still.
Sil. O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love her,
Cor. I partly guess, for I have loy'd e'er now.

Sil. No Corin, being old, thou can’st not guess,
Tho’in thy Youth thou wast as true a Loyer,
As ever figh'd upon a Midnight Pillow;
But if thy Love were ever like to mine,
As sure I think did never Man love fo;
How many A&ions most ridiculous
Hast thou been drawn to by thy Fantasie?

Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten.

Şil. Oh thou didst then ne'er love so heartily;
If thou remembrest not the flighted Folly
That ever Love did make thee run into,
Thou hast not lov'd;
Or if thou hast not fate as I do now,
Wearying thy Hearer in thy Mistress Praise,
Thou hast not lov'd.
Or if thou hast not broke from Company,
Abruptly as my Passion now makes me,
Thou hast not lov'd.
O Phebe, Phebe, Phebe.

[Exit Sil.
Rof. Alas poor Shepherd ! searching of thy Wound,
I have by hard Adventure found mine own.

Clo. 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 Nights to Jane Smile; and I remember the Kifsing of her Batlet, and the Cow's Dugs that her pretty chopt Hands had milk'd ; and I remember the wooing of a Pealcod instead of her, from whom I took two Cods, and giving her them again, said with weeping Tears, wear thele for my fake; we that are true Lovers run into ftrange Capers; but all is Mortal in Nature, fo is all Nature in Love, mortal to Folly:



Rof. Thou speak'st wiser than thou art ware of.

Clo. Nay, I shall ne'er be ware of mine own Wit, 'till ! break

my Shins against it. Rof. Jove! Jove! this Shepherd's Passion Is much upon my Fashion,

Clo. And mine, but it grows something stale with me.
Cel. I pray you, one of you question yond Man,
If he for Gold will give us any Food,
I faint almost to Death.

Clo. Holla; you Clown. .
Rof. Peace Fool, he's not thy Kinsman,
Cor. Who calls?
Clo. Your Betters, Sir.
Cor. Else they are wretched.
Rof Peace I say; good Even to you, Friend.
Cor. And to you, gentle Sir, and to you all.
Rof. I prethee, Shepherd, if that Love or Gold
Can in this defert Place buy Entertainment;
Bring us where we may rest our selves, and feed;
Here's a young Maid with Travel much oppressed,
And faints for Succour.

Cor. Fair Sir, I pity her,
And wish for her fake, more than for mine own,
My Fortunes were more able to relieve her;
But I am a Shepherd to another Man,
And do not sheer the Fleeces that I graz? ;
My Master is of churlifh Disposition,
And little wreaks to find the way to Heav'n
By doing Deeds of Hospitality:
Besides, his Coat, his Flocks, and Bounds of feed
Are now on Sale, and at our Sheep-coat 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.

Rof. What is he that shall buy his Flock and Pasture?

Cor. That young Swain that you saw here but e'er while, That little cares for buying any thing.

Rof. 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.


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