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Stood on the extreamest verge of the swift brook,
Augmenting it with tears.

Duke Sen. But what said Jaques ?
Did he not moralize this spectacle ?

i Lord. O, yes, into a thousand fimilies.
First, for his weeping in the needless stream;
Poor deer, quoth he, thou makst a testament
As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more
To that which had too much : Then, being alone,
Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends;
'Tis right, quoth he; thus misery doth part
The flux of company: Anon, a careless herd,
Full of the pasture, jumps along by him,
And never stays to greet him; Ay, quoth Jaques,
Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens ;
'Tis just the fashion : Wherefore do you look
Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?
Thus most invectively he pierceth through
The body of the country, city, court,
Yea, and of this our life : swearing, that we
Are mere usurpers, tyrants, and what's worse,
To fright the animals, and to kill them up,
In their allign’d and native dwelling place,

Duke Sen. And did you leave him in this contemplation?

i Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and commenting Upon the fobbing deer.

Duke Sen. Show me the place;
I love to cope him in these sullen fits.
For then he's full of matter.

i Lord. I'll bring you to him straight.



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Enter Duke Frederick 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.

i Lord. I cannot hear of any that did see her.
The ladies, her attendants of her chamber,
Saw her a-bed; and, in the morning early,
They found the bed untreasur'd of their mistress.

2 Lord. My lord, the roynilh clown, at whom so oft
Your grace was wont to laugh, is also missing.
Hesperia, the princess' gentlewoman,
Confesses, that she secretly o'er-heard
Your daughter and her cousin much commend

graces of the wrestler
That did but lately foil the finewy Charles ;
And she believes, wherever they are gone,
That youth is surely in their company,

Duke. Send to his brother's; 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 2 quail
To bring again these foolish runaways.


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Enter Orlando and Adam.
Orla. Who's there?
Adam. What ! my young master ? -Oh, my gentle

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Oh, my sweet master, O you ‘memory
Of old fir 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 'bony priser of the humourous duke ?
Your praise is come too swiftly home before you.
Know you not, master, to some kind of men

serve them but as enemies?
No more do yours; your virtues, gentle master,
Are sanctified 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
of all

your graces lives :
Your brother—(no, no brother ; yet the fon-
Yet not 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 lie,
And you within it: if he fail of that,
He will have other means to cut you
I overheard him, and his practices.
This is a no place, this house is but a butchery;
Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it.

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

Orla. What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my food? Or, with a base and boisterous sword, enforce A thievish living on the common road ?.

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bonny prize fighter, wrestler. d place, j-of residence for you.

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 so: I have five hundred crowns,
The thrifty hire I sav'd under your father,
Which I did store, to be my foster-nurse,
When service should in my old limbs lie 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! Here is the gold ;
All this I give you : Let me be your servant ;
Though 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 not with unbashful forehead woo
The means of weakness and debility;
Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,
Frosty, but kindly: let me go


I'll do the service of a younger man
In all your business and necessities.

Orla. On good old man; how well in thee appears
The constant service of the antique world,
When service sweat for duty, not for meed!
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:

diverted blood,]-estranged, out of it's natural course.

Even with the having : 1-Even with the acquisitions made by it is fuch service extinguished.


But come thy ways, we'll go along together ;
And ere we have thy youthful wages spent,
We'll light upon some settled low content.

Adam. Mafter, go on; and I will follow thee,
To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty.---
From seventeen years 'till now almoft 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 debtor. [Exeunt.

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Enter Rosalind in boy's cloaths for Ganimed; Celia drejt like

a shepherdess for Aliena, and Touchstone the Clown. Roj. O Jupiter ! how weary are my spirits ! Clo. I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary.

Rof. 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 itself courageous to 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 money in your purse.

Ros. Well, this is the forest of Arden.
Clo. Ay, now am I bin Arden : the more fool I ; when

$ bear no cross,]-a piece of coin ftamp'd with a cross.
“ Not a penny-you are too impatient to bear crosses."

HENRY IV, Part 2, Act I, S. 2. Ch. Juft: s in a den.

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