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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 off;
I overheard him, and his practices :
There is no place, this house is but a butchery;
Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it.
Orla. Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have
Adam. No matter whither, so you come not here.
Orla. What, wouldlt thou have me go and beg
Or with a base, and boisterous sword enforce
A thievish living on the common road?
This I must do, or know not what to do:
Yet this will I 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;
Tho' I look old, yet I am strong and lusly ;
For in my youth I never did apply
Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood,
Nor did I with unbathful forehead woo
The means of weakness and debility;
Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,
Frosty, but kindly; let me go with
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 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;
old man, thou prun'st a rotton 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 fettled low Content.
Adam. Mafter, 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 debtor. [Exe.
S CE N E IV.
Changes to the Forest of Arden Enter Rosalind in Boy's clothes for Ganimed, Celia
drejt like a shepherdess for Aliena, and Clown. ROS. O
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 veffel, 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.
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 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 folemn talk.
Enter Corin and Silvius.
Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you still.
Sil. O Corin, that thou knew'ft how I do love her!
Cor. I partly guess; for I have lov'd ere now.
Sil. No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess,
Tho' in thy youth thou wast as true a lover, : .
As ever figh'd upon a midnight pillow;
But if thy love were ever like to mine,
(As, fure, I think, did never man love fo)
many adions most ridiculous
Haft thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?
Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
Si. O, thou didst 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 haft not sate as I do now,
Wearying the 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 my 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 re
member the kissing of her batlet, and the cow's dugs that her pretty chopt hands had milk'd and I remember the wooing of a peafcod instead of her, from whom I took two cods, and giving her them again, said with weeping tears, wear these for my fake. We, that are true lovers, run into strange capers;
but as all is mortal in nature, fo is all nature in love mortal in folly.
Rof. Thou speak'st wiser, than thou art ware of..
Clo. Nay, I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit, 'till I 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
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!
Ros. Peace, fool; he's not thy kinsman.
Cor. Who calls ?
Clo. Your Betters, Sir.
Cor. Else they are very wretched.
Rof. Peace, I say; good Even to you, friend.
Cor. And to you, gentle Sir, and to you all.
Rof. I prythee, shepherd; if that love or gold
Can in this desart place buy entertainment,
Bring us where we may rest ourselves, and feed;
Here's a young maid with travel much oppress’d,
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 Shepherd to another man,
And do not sheer the fleeces that I graze;
My master is of churlish disposition,
And little wreaks to find the way to heav'n
By doing deeds of hospitality:
Besides, his Coate, his flocks, and bounds of feed
Are now on sale, and at our sheep-coate now,
By reason of his absence, there is nothing
but what is, come see; And in my voice most welcome shall you be. Ros. What is he, that shall buy his flock and paf
ture? Cor. That young swain, that you saw here but
ere 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.
Cel. And we will mend thy wages.
I like this place, and willingly could waste,
My time in it.
Cor. Assuredly, the thing is to be sold;
Go with me; if you like, upon report,
The soil, the profit, and this kind of life,
I will your very faithful feeder be;
And buy it with your gold right suddenly. (Exeunt.
Changes to a desart Part of the FOREST.
Enter Amiens, Jaques, and others.
NDER the green-wood tree,
Who loves to lie with me,
And tune his flerty note,
Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither :
Here shall he fee
But winter and rough weather. Vol. III.