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Ami. I would not change it *. Happy is your Grace, That can trandate.the stubbornness of fortune Into lo quiet and To Tweet a style.
Duk? Sen. Come, shall we go and kill us venison ?
And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools,
Being native burghers of this desert 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 swears you do more_usurp,
Than doth your brother, that hath banish'd you.
To day my lord of Amiens, and myself,
Did tteal behind him, as he lay along
Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out
Upon the brook that brawls along this wood ;
To the which place a poor fequeftred Itag,
That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt,
Did come to languilh ; and, indeed, my lord,
The wretched Animal heay'd forth Tuch
That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat
Almost to bursting ; and the big round tears
Cours d one another down his innocent note
In piteous chale and thus the hairy fool,
Much marked of the melancholy Faques,
Stood on th' extremelt verge of the swift brook,
Augmenting it with tears.
Duke Sen. But what said Jaques ?
Did he not moralize this spectacle?
i Lord. Q yes, into a thousand fimilies.
First, for his weeping in the needless stream ;
Poor Deer, quoth he, thou mak’lt a testament
As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more
To that which had too much. Then
Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends :
'Tis right, quoth he, thus misery doth part
The Aux of company. Anon a careless herd,
Full of the pasture, jumps along by him,
* 1 would not change it.] Mr. Upton, not without probability gives these words to the duke, and makes 'Amiens begia, "Happy is 30:Grace,
And never stays to greet him: Ay, quoth Jaques,
Sweep on you fat and greasy citizens,
"Tis just the fashion : where ore do you look
and broken bankrupt there?
Thus most invectively he pierceth through
The body of the Country, City, Court,
Yea, and of this our life ; swearing, that we
meer usurpers, tyrants, and what's worse,
To fright the animals, and to kill them up
In their aflign'd and native dwelling place.
Duke Sen. And did you leave him in this contem-
plation? 2 Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and commenting Upon the sobbing deer.
Duke Sen. Show me the place ;
I love to cope him (2) in these sullen fits.
For then he's full of matter.
2 Lord. I'll bring you to him straight.
Changes to the T'ALACE again.
Enter--Duke Frederick with Lords.
Duke. (I cannot be. Some villains of
AN it be possible, that no man saw them?
Court Are of consent and sufferance in this.
i 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 untreasuid of their mistress. 2 Lord. My lord the roynith Clown, at whom so
Your Grace was wont to laugh, is also missing.
Hefperia, the Princefs' Gentlewoman,
Confesses, that the secretly o’erheard
Your Daughter and her Cousin much commend
The parts and graces of the Wrestler,
That did but lately foil the finewy Charles ;
-) To encoupler bim ; to engage wil
And she believes, where ever they are gone,
That Youth is surely in their company
Duke. Send to his brother : Fetch that Gallant hither ;
If he be absent, bring his brother to me,
I'll make him find him. Do this suddenly
And let not Search and Inquisition quail
To bring again these foolish runaways. [Exeunt.
Orla. W Adam. What ! my young master ? oh,
my gentle mafter,
Oh, my sweet master, O you memory
Of old Sir Rowland! why, what make you
Why are you virtuous ? why do people love you?
And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and valiant ?
Why would you be so fond to overcome
The bony (3) Priser of the humorous Duke ?
Your praise is come too swiftly home before you.
Know you not, master, to fome kind of men
Their Graces serve them but as enemies?
No more do yours ;_your virtues, gentle master,
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
Come not within thele doors ; within this roof
The enemy of all your graces lives :
Your brother - ne, ne brother—yet the son,-
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 Priser] We should read BONY Priser. For this wrestler is characterised for his strength and bulk, not for his gaiety or good-humour. WARBURTON. So Milton, Giants of mighty bone.
To burn the lodging where you use to lie,
And you within it. If he fall of that,
He will have other means to cut you off ;
I overheard him, and his practices :
This is no place, this houle is but a butchery
Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it.
Orla. Why, whither, Adam, wouldīt thou have me
Adam. No matter whither, so you come not here.
Orla. What wouldīt thou have me go and beg my
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 I will not do, do how I can ;
I rather will subject me to the malice
Of a diverted blood (4), and bloody brother.
Adam. But do not so. I have five hundred crownSg.
The thrifty hire I fav'd under your father.
Which T 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 thar doth the ravens feed;
Yea providentially 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 lufty :.
For in my youth I never did apply
Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood
Nor did I with unbafhful forehead wog
The means of weakness and debility ;
Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,
Frosty, but kindly. Let me go with you ;
Pll do the service of a younger.
man In all your business and neceflities.
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,
diverted blood,] Blood turned out of the course of nature.
Where none will sweat, but for promotion ;
And, having That, do cloak their service up
Even with the Having (5). It is not to with thee.
old man, thou prun'st a rotten 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 settled low Content.
Adam. Master, 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.
Enter Rosalind in Boys cloaths for Ganimed, Celia
drejt like a Shepherdess for Aliena, and Touchstone
the Clown. Ref: Jupiter ! how weary are my fpirits (6)?
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:
(5) Even with the baving. ) Even with the promotion gained bu fervice is service extinguished.
(6) O Jupiter ! how merry are my Spirits ?]. And yet the space of one intervening Line, she says, she could .. your Heart to disgrace her Man's Apparel, and cry like a W this is but a very bad Symptom of the Brifiness of:r the while a direct Proof of the contrary Disposition. , Mr. Chath been all concurred in conjecturing it should be, as I h. Text :
bow weary are my Spirits ? A. makes this reading certain.