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; Duke Sen. But what faid Jaques ? I Lord. O yes, into a thousand fimilies. * I quould not change it.] Mr. Upton, not without probability gives these words to the duke, and makes Amiens begin, Happy is your Grace, L 4 And And never ftays to greet him: Ay, quoth Jaques, 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. 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? 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. Your Daughter and her Coufin much commend 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, 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. [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 Oh, what a world is this, when what is comely Orla. Why, what's the matter? Come not within thele doors within this roof The enemy of all your graces lives: Your brother-no; no brother-yet the 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, L 5 WARBURTON. To burn the lodging where you use to lie, This is no place, this houfe is but a butchery 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 ?^ 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,. Orla. Oh! good old man, how well in thee appears · diverted blood,] Blood turned out of the course of nature. Where Where none will fweat, but for promotion; Adam. Mafter, go on; and I will follow thee 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 |