And she believes, wherever they are gone, Duke. Send to his brother; fetch that gallant hi ther; If he be absent, bring his brother to me, I'll make him find him: do this suddenly; 90 [Exeunt. SCENE III. 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? Your praise is come too swiftly home before you. No more do yours; your virtues, gentle master, Oh, what a world is this, when what is comely Dij 100 Orla. Orla. Why, what's the matter? 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— Of him I was about to call his father) 110 Hath heard your praises; and this night he means- He will have other means to cut you off: This is no place, this house is but a butchery; 120 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? This I must do, or know not what to do: I rather will subject me to the malice 130 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, Take Take that: and he that doth the ravens feed, Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; 140 Orla. Oh good old man! how well in thee ap. pears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed! 150 160 Here Here lived I, but now live here no more. At seventeen years many their fortunes seek; 170 [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The Forest of Arden. Enter ROSALIND in Boy's Clothes for Ganimed; CELIA drest like a Shepherdess for Aliena, and TOUCHSTONE the Clown. Ros. O Jupiter! how weary are my spirits! Clo. 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 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 Alieną. 178 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 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 who comes here; a young man, and an old, in solemn talk. Enter CORIN, and SILVIUS. 189 Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you still. Sil. No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess; 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, Or if thou hast not broke from company, 200 Thou hast not lov'd :-Oh Phebe, Phebe, Phebe! [Exit SILVIUS. Ros. Alas, poor shepherd! searching of thy wound, I have by hard adventure found mine own. 212 Clo. And I mine: I remember, when I was in love, I broke my sword upon a stone, and bid him take that for |