Ami. I would not change it *. Happy is your Grace That can tranflate the ftubbornnefs of fortune Into lo quiet and to Tweet a ftyle.

Duke Sen. Come, fhall we go and kill us venifon? And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this defert city, Should in their own Confines, with forked heads Have their round haunches goar'd.

I Lord. Indeed, my Lord,

;

The melancholy Jaques grieves at that;
And in that kind fwears you do more ufurp
Than doth your brother, that hath banish'd you.
To day my lord of Amiens, and myself,
Did fteal behind him, as he lay along
Under an oak, whofe antique root peeps out
Upon the brook that brawls along this wood
To the which place a poor fequeftred flag,
That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt,
Did come to languish; and, indeed, my lord,
The wretched Animal heav'd forth fuch groans
That their difcharge did stretch his leathern coat
Almoft to burfsting; and the big round tears
Cours'd one another down his innocent nofe
In piteous chafe; and thus the hairy fool,
Much marked of the melancholy faques,
Stood on th' extremeft verge of the fwift brook,
Augmenting it with tears.

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

I Lord. O yes, into a thousand fimilies.
Firft, for his weeping in the needless stream;
Poor Deer, quoth he, thou mak'it 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,

* I quould not change it.] Mr. Upton, not without probability gives these words to the duke, and makes Amiens begin, Happy is your Grace,

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And

And never ftays 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 meer 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?

2 Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and commenting Upon the fobbing deer.

Duke Sen. Show me the place;

I love to cope him (2) in thefe fullen fits.
For then he's full of matter.

2 Lord. I'll bring you to him straight.

Duke.C

SCENE II.

Changes to the PALACE again.

Enter Duke Frederick with Lords.

[Exeunt.

AN it be poffible, that no man faw them?
It cannot be. Some villains of my Court

Are of confent 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 miftrefs.

2 Lord. My lord the roynish Clown, at whom fo

oft

Your Grace was wont to laugh, is also missing.
Hefperia, the Princefs' Gentlewoman,
Confeffes, that fhe fecretly o'erheard

Your Daughter and her Coufin much commend
The parts and graces of the Wrestler,

That did but lately foil the finewy Charles

;

(2) - to cope bim] To encounter him; to engage with

hira.

And

And the believes, where ever they are gone,
That Youth is furely in their company.

Duke. Send to his brother: 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 Search and Inquifition quail To bring again thefe foolish runaways.

6 CE NE III.

Changes to OLIVER's House.

Enter Orlando and Adam.
HO's there

[Exeunt

Orla. Adam. What I my young mafter? oh,

my gentle mafter,

Oh, my fweet mafter, O you memory

here R

Of old Sir Rowland why, what make you
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 (3) Prifer of the humorous Duke?
Your praise is come too swiftly home before you..
Know you not, mafter, to fome kind of men
Their Graces ferve them but as enemies?
No more do yours; your virtues, gentle mafter,
Are fanctified and holy traitors to you.

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 thele 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

(3) In the former editions, The BONNY Prifer- -] We fhould read BONY Prifer. For this wrestler is characterised for his ftrength and bulk, not for his gaiety or good-humour.

So Milton, Giants of mighty bone,

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WARBURTON.

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:

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

Orla. Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go?

Adam. No matter whither, fo you come not here. Orla. What wouldft thou have me go and beg my food?

Or with a base, and boisterous fword enforce

A thievish 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 fubject me to the malice

Of a diverted blood (4), 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 ftore, to be my fofter nurse

When fervice fhould in my old limbs lie lame,.

And unregarded age in corners thrown.

:

Take That and he that doth the ravens feed,.
Yea providentially caters for the fparrow,
Be comfort to my age! Here is the gold,
All this I give you, let me be your fervant ;
Tho' I look old, yet I am ftrong and lufty;
For in my youth I never did apply
Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood
Nor did I 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 bufinefs and neceffities.

Orla. Oh! good old man, how well in thee appears
The conftant fervice of the antique world;
When fervice fweat for duty, not for meed !
Thou art not for the fashion of these times,

· diverted blood,] Blood turned out of the course of nature.

Where

Where none will fweat, but for promotion;
And, having That, do cloak their fervice up
Even with the Having (5). 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.
But come thy ways, we'll go along together;
And ere we have thy youthful wages spent,
We'll light upon fome fettled low Content.

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

SCENE

IV.

[Exeune.

Changes to the FOREST of Arden.

Enter Rofalind in Boys cloaths for Ganimed, Celia dreft like a Shepherdess for Aliena, and Touchftone the Clown.

Rof.

Jupiter how weary are my fpirits (6)? 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 must comfort

(5) Even with the baving.] Even with the promotion gained by fervice is fervice extinguished.

(6) O Jupiter! how merry are my Spirits ?] And yet the Space of one intervening Line, She fays, She could Heart to difgrace her Man's Apparel, and cry like a V

your

this is but a very bad Symptom of the Brifkness of the while a direct Proof of the contrary Difpofition. Mr.hath been all concurred in conjecturing it should be, as I h Text: bow weary are my Spirits ? A. makes this reading certain.

Jaq