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That from the hunters' aim had ta'en a hurt,
of the swift brook, Augmenting it with tears.
Duke fen. But what faid Jaques ?
I Lord. O yes, into a thousand fimilies.
SCENE II. Changes to the palace again.
Enter Duke Frederick, with Lords.
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 roynish clown at whom
That did but lately foil the finewy Charles;
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 inquisitson quail To bring again these foolish runaways. [Exeunto SCENE III. Changes to Oliver's house.
Enter Orlando and Adam. Orla. Who's there? Adam. What! my young master? oh, my gentle.
The bony priser of the humorous Duke?
No more do your's; your virtues, gentle Master,
Orla. Why, what's the matter?
Adam. O unhappy youth, Come not within thefe doors; within this roof The enemy of all your graces lives : Your brother -(no; no brother; yet the fon, Yet not the fon; I will not call him fon 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 ineans to cut you off; I overheard him, and his practices : This is no place, this house is but a butchery; Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it. Orla. Why, whither, Adam, wouldīt thou have
me go? Adam. No matter whitler, fo you come not here.
Orla. What, wouldīt thou have me go and beg my Or with a base and boisterous sword enforce [food? A thievith 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 so; I have five hundred crownt, • The thrifty hire I fav'd under your father, . Which I did store, to be my fofter-nurfe • When service should in my old limbs he 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! Heré is the gold, • All this I give you, let me be your • Though I look old, yet I am strong and lufty; "-For in my youth I never did apply · Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; « Nor did I with upbashful forehead woo
The means of weaknefs and debility;
Therefore my age is as a lufty winter,
Frosty, but kindly; let me go with you;
Orla. Oh! good old man, how well in thee appears
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 inore. At seventeen years many their fortunes seek; But at fourscore, it is too late a week; Yet fortune cannot recompense me better Than to die well, and not my master's debtor. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV. Changes to the forest of Arden. Enter Rosalind in boy's cloaths for Ganymede, Celia
dress'd like a shepherdess for Aliena, and Clown. Rof. 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.
Çla, 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 you purse.
Ros. Well, this is the foreft of Arden.
Clo. Ay; now I am in Arden, the more fool I; when I was at home, I was in a better place; but travellers must be content.
Rof. Ay, be fo, good Touchstone. Look you, who comes here; a young man and an old in solemn talk.
Enter Corin and Sylvius. Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you still. Syl. O Corin, that thou knew'ft how I do love her! Cor. I partly guess; for I have lov'd ere now.
Syl. No, Corin, being old, thou can't not guess, Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover, As ever sigh'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 actions most ridiculous, Haft thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?
Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten,
Syl. O, thou didft then ne'er love fo heartily; • If thou remember'st not the flightest folly,
That ever love did make thee run into;
Thou hast not lov'd.. Or if thou hast not sat as I do now, • Wearying the hearer in thy mistress' praise, • Thou hast not lov’d. . Or if thou haft not broke froni company
Abruptly, as my passion now makes me; • Thou hast not lov'd'.O Phebe! Phebe! Phebe !
[Exit Syl. Rof. Alas, poor shepherd ! searching of thy wound, I have by hard adventure found my own.
Clo: " And I mine. I remember, when I was in “ love, I broke my sword upon a ftone, and bid him take " that for coming a-nights to Jane Smile; and I re. " member the kissing of her batlet, and the cow's dugs " that her pretty chopt hands had milk’d; and I re“ member the wooing of a pealcod instead of her, from “ whom I took two cods, and giving her them again, " said with weeping tears, Wear thefe for my lake,