Your daughter and her cousin much commend That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles; Duke F. Send to his brother; fetch that gallant If he be absent, bring his brother to me, SCENE III. Before Oliver's house. [Exeunt. Enter Orlando and Adam, meeting. Orl. Who's there? Adam. What! my young master?-O, my gentle master, O, my sweet master, O you memory t Of old Sir Rowland! why, what make you here? Your praise is come too swiftly home before you. O, what a world is this, when what is comely Orl. Why, what's the matter? * Sink into dejection. ↑ Memorial. 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- Hath heard your praises; and this night he means This is no place, this house is but a butchery; Orl. Why, whither, Adam, would'st thou have me go? Adam. No matter whither, so you come not here. Orl. What, would'st thou have me go and beg my food? Or, with a base and boisterous sword, enforce A thievish living on the common road? I rather will subject me to the malice crowns, The thrifty hire I sav'd under your father, * Mansion, residence. + Blood turned from its natural course. VOL. II. R Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo Orl. O good old man; how well in thee appears Adam. Master, go on; and I will follow thee, [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The Forest of Arden. Enter Rosalind in boy's clothes, Celia drest like a Shepherdess, and Touchstone. Ros. O Jupiter! how weary are my spirits! Touch. I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary. Ros. 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. Cel. I pray you, bear with me; I cannot go no further. Touch. 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. Touch. 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. Ros. Ay, be so, good Touchstone:-Look you who comes here; a young man, and an old, in so lemn talk. Enter Corin and Silvius. Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you still. Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten. Or if thou hast not sat as I do now, Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress' praise, A piece of money stamped with a cross. Thou hast not lov'd; Or if thou hast not broke from company, [Exit Silvius. Ros. Alas, poor shepherd! searching of thy wound, I have by hard adventure found mine own. Touch. And I mine: I remember, when I was in love, I broke my sword upon a stone, and bid hîm take that for coming anight* to Jane Smile: and I remember the kissing of her batlett, and the cow's dugs that her pretty chop'd hands had milk'd': 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. Ros. Thou speak'st wiser, than thou art 'ware of. Touch. Nay, I shall ne'er be 'ware of mine own Wit, till I break my shins against it. Ros. Jove! Jove! this shepherd's passion Is much upon my fashion. Touch And mine; but it grows something stale .with me.. 1 Cel. I pray you, one of you question yond man, If he for gold will give us any food; I faint almost to death. Touch. Holla; you, clown! Ros. Peace, fool; he's not thy kinsman. Cor. Who calls? Touch. Your betters, sir. Cor. Else are they very wretched. Ros. Good even to you, friend. Peace, I say: Cor. And to you, gentle sir, and to you all. • In the night. t The instrument with which washers beat clothes. |