Stood on the extreameft verge of the swift brook,
Augmenting it with tears.

Duke Sen. But what faid Jaques ?
Did he not moralize this fpectacle?

1 Lord. O, yes, into a thousand fimilies.
Firft, for his weeping in the needless stream;
Poor deer, quoth he, thou mak'ft a teftament
As worldlings do, giving thy fum of more
To that which bad 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 pasture, 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 most invectively he pierceth through
The body of the country, city, court,
Yea, and of this our life: fwearing, that we
Are mere ufurpers, tyrants, and what's worse,
To fright the animals, and to kill them up,
In their affign'd and native dwelling place,

Duke Sen. And did you leave him in this contemplation? 1 Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and commenting Upon the fobbing deer.

Duke Sen. Show me the place;

I love to cope him in these fullen fits.

For then he's full of matter.

1 Lord. I'll bring you to him ftraight.

W

to cope him]-encounter, meet with him.

[Exeunt.

SCENE

SCENE

The Palace.

Enter Duke Frederick with Lords.

Duke. Can it be poffible, that no man saw them?
It cannot be fome villains of my court
Are of consent and * fufferance in this.

1 Lord. I cannot hear of any that did fee her.
The ladies, her attendants of her chamber,
Saw her a-bed; and, in the morning early,
They found the bed untreafur'd of their mistress.

II.

2 Lord. My lord, the roynish clown, at whom so oft Your grace was wont to laugh, is also miffing. Hefperia, the princess' gentlewoman, Confeffes, that she secretly o'er-heard

Your daughter and her coufin much commend parts and graces of the wrestler

The

That did but lately foil the finewy Charles;
And the believes, wherever they are gone,

That youth is furely in their company.

Duke. Send to his brother's; fetch that gallant hither;

If he be abfent, bring his brother to me,
I'll make him find him: do this fuddenly;
And let not fearch and inquifition 2 quail
To bring again these foolish runaways.

2

O 4

Orla. Who's there?

Adam. What! my young mafter?-Oh, my gentle

master,

fufferance]-connivance.

quail]-flag, droop, flacken.

[Exeunt.

Y roynih]-fcurvy, forry.

Oh,

b

Oh, my sweet master, O you memory
Of old fir Rowland! why, what make you here?
Why are you virtuous? Why do people love you?
And wherefore are you gentle, ftrong, and valiant?
Why would you be fo fond to overcome
The bony prifer of the humourous duke?
Your praife is come too fwiftly home before
Know you not, mafter, to fome kind of men
Their graces ferve them but as enemies?
No more do yours; your virtues, gentle master,
Are fanctified and holy traitors to you.

you.

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a

Oh, what a world is this, when what is comely
Envenoms 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 means to cut you off:

I overheard him, and his practices.

d

This is no place, this house is but a butchery;
Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it.

a memory]-memorial.

bonny prize fighter, wrestler. d place,]-of refidence for you:

Orla. Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go? Adam. No matter whither, fo you come not here.

Orla. What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my food? Or, with a base and boisterous fword, enforce

A thievish living on the common road?

b fond]-imprudent.

This I muft do: or know not what to do:
Yet this I will not do, do how I can;

I rather will fubject me to the malice
Of a diverted blood, and bloody brother.

Adam. But do not fo: I have five hundred crowns,
The thrifty hire I fav'd under your
father,
Which I did store, to be my fofter-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 fparrow,
Be comfort to my age! Here is the gold;
All this I give you: Let me be your fervant;
Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty :
For in my youth I never did apply
Hot and rebellious liquors in
blood;
my
Nor did not with unbafhful forehead woo
The means of weakness and debility;
Therefore my age is as a lufty winter,
Frofty, but kindly let me go with you;
I'll do the fervice of a younger man

In all your business and neceffities.

Orla. Oh good old man; how well in thee appears
The conftant 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 fweat, but for promotion;
And having that, do choak their fervice up
'Even with the having: it is not fo with thee.
But, poor
old man, thou prun'ft a rotten tree,
That cannot fo much as a bloffom yield,
In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry :

• diverted blood,]—eftranged, out of it's natural course. Even with the having :]-Even with the acquifitions made by it is fuch fervice extinguished.

But

But come thy ways, we'll go along together;
And ere we have thy youthful wages fpent,
We'll light upon fome fettled low content.

Adam. Master, go on; and I will follow thee,
To the laft gafp, with truth and loyalty.-
From seventeen years 'till now almoft fourscore
Here lived I, but now live here no more.
At seventeen years many their fortunes feek;
But at fourfcore, it is too late a week:
Yet fortune cannot recompence me better,
Than to die well, and not my master's debtor.

[Exeunt.

The Foreft of Arden.

Enter Rofalind in boy's cloaths for Ganimed; Celia dreft like a fhepherdess for Aliena, and Touchstone the Clown.

Rof. O Jupiter! how weary are my spirits!

Clo. I care not for my fpirits, if my legs were not weary. Rof. I could find in my heart to difgrace my man's apparel, and cry like a woman: but I muft 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 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.

Rof. Well, this is the foreft of Arden.

Clo. Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I ; when

bear no cross,]—a piece of coin ftamp'd with a cross.

"Not a penny-you are too impatient to bear croffes." HENRY IV, Part 2, Act I, S. 2. Ch. Juft.

in a den.