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That from the hunters' aim had ta'en a hurt,
Did come to languilh ; and, indeed, my Lord,
The wretched animal heav'd forth such groans
That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat
Almoft to bursting; and the big round tears
Cours'd one another down his innocent nofe
In piteous chase; and thus the hairy fool,
Much marked of the melancholy Jaques,
Stood on th'extremest verge

of the swift brook, Augmenting it with tears.

Duke fen. But what faid 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 mak'ít a testament
As worldlings do, giving thy fum of more
To that which had too much. Then being alone,
Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends;
Tis right, quoth he, thus mifery doth part
The flux of company. Anon a careless herd,
Full of the pafture, jumps along by him,
And never stays to greet him: Ay, quoth Jaques,
Sweep on, you fat and greafy citizens,
-Tis just the fashion : wherefore do you

look
Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there ?
Thus moft invectively he pierceth through
The body of the country, city, court,
Yea, and of this our life ; fwearing, that we
Are mere afurpers, tyrants, and what's worse,
To fright the animals, and to kill them up
In their aflign'd and native dwelling-place.
Drike fen. And did you leave him. in this contem-

plation ?
2 Lord. We did, my Lord, weeping and comment-
Upon the fobbing deer.

[ing
Duke fon. Show me the place;
I love to cope him in these sullen fits,
For then he's full of matter.
Lord. I'll bring you to him ftraight,

[Exeunt.

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SCENE II. Changes to the palace again.

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 roynish clown at whom

so oft
Your Grace was wont to laugh, is also milling :
Hefperia, the Princess' gentlewoman,
Confesses, that she secretly o’erheard
Your daughter and her cousin much commend
The parts and graces of the wrestler,

That did but lately foil the finewy 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 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.

master,
Oh, my sweet master; O you memory
Of old Sir Rowland! why, what make you here?
Why are you virtuous ? why do people love
and wherefore are you gentle, strong, and valiant?:
Why would you be lo fond to overcome

The bony priser of the humorous Duke?
Your praise, is come too swiftly home before you...
Know you not, Mafter, to some kind of men.
Their graces serye them but as enemies.

you ?

No more do your's; your virtues, gentle Master,
Are sanctified and holy traitors to you,
Oh, what a world is this, when what is comely
Invenoms him that bears it!

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;

servant;

Therefore my age is as a lufty winter,

Frosty, but kindly; let me go with you;
I'll do the service of a younger man
In all your business and necessities.

Orla. Oh! 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.
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. 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,

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