Cel. Hem them away. Ros. I would try, if I could cry hem, and have him. Cel. O, a good wish upon you! you will try in time, in despite of a fall.-But, turning these jests out of service, let us talk in good earnest. Is it possible, on such a sudden, you should fall into so strong a liking with old sir Rowland's youngest son? Ros. The duke my father lov'd his father dearly. Cel. Doth it therefore ensue, that you should love his son dearly? By this kind of chase, I should hate him, for my father hated his father dearly; yet I hate not Orlando. Ros. No 'faith, hate him not, for my sake. Cel. Why should I not? doth he not deserve well? Ros. Let me love him for that; and do you love him, because I do. Enter Duke FREDERICK, with Lords. Look, here comes the duke. Cel. With his eyes full of anger. Speak to the people, and they pity her. Which I have pass'd upon her. She is banish'd. Duke F. You are a fool.-You, niece, provide your- If you out-stay the time, upon mine honour, [Exeunt Duke FREDERICK and Lords. Duke F. Mistress, dispatch you with your fastest haste, Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one. Ros. Me, uncle? You, cousin: Duke F. Ros. I do beseech your grace, Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me. Or have acquaintance with mine own desires, (As I do trust I am not) then, dear uncle, Duke F. Thus do all traitors: Duke F. Thou art thy father's daughter; there's Ros. So was I when your highness took his dukedom; Or if we did derive it from our friends, Cel. Dear sovereign, hear me speak. Duke F. Ay, Celia: we stay'd her for your sake; Cel. I did not then entreat to have her stay: Duke F. She is too subtle for thee; and her smooth- Her very silence, and her patience, Shall we be sunder'd? shall we part, sweet girl? In the forest of Arden. To seek Ros. Alas, what danger will it be to us, my uncle Cel. I'll put myself in poor and mean attire, Ros. A boar-spear in my hand; and, in my heart Cel. What shall I call thee, when thou art a man? Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state: Ros. But, cousin, what if we essay'd to steal Cel. He'll go along o'er the wide world with me; [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I.-The Forest of Arden. Enter DUKE, Senior, AMIENS, and other Lords, like Foresters. Duke S. Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet, Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we not the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference, or the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites, and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. Ami. I would not change it. Happy is your grace, That can translate the stubbornness of fortune Into so quiet and so sweet a style. Duke S. 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 gor'd. 1 Lord. Indeed, my lord, The melancholy Jaques grieves at that; Duke S. But what said Jaques? Did he not moralize this spectacle? 1 Lord. O! yes, into a thousand similes. To that which hath too much." Then, being there alone, And never stays to greet him: Ay," quoth Jaques, Enter Duke FREDERICK, Lords, and Attendants. Duke F. Can it be possible that no man saw them? It cannot be some villains of my court Are of consent and sufferance in this. 1 Lord. I cannot hear of any that did see her. 2 Lord. My lord, the roynish clown, at whom so oft Duke F. Send to his brother: fetch that gallant hither; If he be absent, bring his brother to me, [Exeunt. SCENE III.-Before OLIVER'S House. Enter ORLANDO and ADAM, meeting. Orl. Who's there? Adam. What, my young master?-O, my gentle master! O, my sweet master! O, you memory Of old sir Rowland! why, what make you here? The bony priser of the humorous duke? No more do yours: your virtues, gentle master, O, what a world is this, when what is comely Orl. Why, what's the matter? O, unhappy youth! Your brother-(no, no brother; yet the son- Of him I was about to call his father,)—— Hath heard your praises, and this night he means He will have other means to cut you off: I overheard him, and his practices. This is no place; this house is but a butchery: Orl. Why, whither, Adam, would'st thou have me go? Or with a base and boisterous sword enforce A thievish living on the common road? I rather will subject me to the malice Of a diverted, proud, and bloody brother. Ros. Ay, be so, good Touchstone.-Look you; who comes here? a young man, and an old, in solemn talk. Enter CORIN and SILVIUS. Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you still. Adam. But do not so. I have five hundred crowns, As sure I think did never man love so, The thrifty hire I sav'd under your father, Orl. O, good old man! how well in thee appears Adam. Master, go on, and I will follow thee Than to die well, and not my master's debtor. [Exeunt. Enter ROSALIND for Ganymede, CELIA for Aliena, and Ros. O Jupiter! how weary are my spirits! Ros. I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel, and to 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 Aliena. ¦ Cel. I pray you, bear with me: I can go no farther. Touch. 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. Touch. 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. How many actions most ridiculous Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten. Or if thou hast not sat, as I do now, Or if thou hast not broke from company, O Phebe, Phebe, Phebe! [Exit SILVIUS. Ros. Alas, poor shepherd! searching of thy wound, I have by hard adventure found mine own. Touch. And I mine. I remember, when I was in love I broke my sword upon a stone, and bid him take that for coming a-night to Jane Smile: and I remember the kissing of her batler, and the cow's dugs that her pretty chapped hands had milked: and I remember the wooing of a peascod instead of her; from whom I took two cods, and, giving her them again, said with weeping tears, "Wear these for my sake." We, that are true lovers, run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly. Ros. Thou speakest wiser than thou art 'ware of. Touch. Nay, I shall ne'er be 'ware of mine own wit, till I break my shins against it. Ros. Love, love! this shepherd's passion Touch. And mine; but It grows something stale with me, Cel. I pray you, one of you question yond' man, Ros. Cor. Who calls? Peace, fool: he's not thy kinsman. Touch. Your betters, sir. Cor. Else are they very wretched. Good even to you, friend. Peace, I say. Cor. And to you, gentle sir; and to you all. Cor. graze : Are now on sale; and at our sheepcote now, Ros. What is he that shall buy his flock and pasture? Cor. That young swain that you saw here but erewhile, That little cares for buying any thing. Ros. I pray thee, if it stand with honesty, Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the flock, And thou shalt have to pay for it of us. Cel. And we will mend thy wages. I like this place, And willingly could waste my time in it. Cor. Assuredly, the thing is to be sold. Go with me: if you like, upon report, The soil, the profit, and this kind of life, I will your very faithful feeder be, [Exeunt. SCENE V.-Another Part of the Forest. Enter AMIENS, JAQUES, and others. SONG. Ami. Under the greenwood tree, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Here shall he see no enemy, Jaq. More, more! I pr'ythee, more. Ami. My voice is ragged; I know I cannot please you. Jaq. I do not desire you to please me; I do desire you to sing. Come, more; another stanza. Call 'em stanzas? you Ami. What you will, monsieur Jaques. Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names; they owe me nothing. Will you sing? Ami. More at your request, than to please myself. Jaq. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you but that they call compliment is like the encounter of two dog-apes; and when a man thanks me heartily, methinks, I have given him a penny, and he renders me the beggarly thanks. Come, sing; and you that will not, hold your tongues. Ami. Well, I'll end the song.-Sirs, cover the while; the duke will drink under this tree.-He hath been all this day to look you. Jaq. And I have been all this day to avoid him. He is too disputable for my company: I think of as many matters as he, but I give heaven thanks, and make no boast of them. Come, warble; come. SONG. Leaving his wealth and ease, Here shall he see, gross fools as he, An if he will come to me. Ami. What's that ducdame? Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation to call fools into a circle. I'll go sleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail against all the first-born of Egypt. Ami. And I'll go seek the duke: his banquet is prepared. [Exeunt severally. SCENE VI.-The Same. Enter ORLANDO and ADAM. Adam. Dear master, I can go no farther: O! I die for food. Here lie I down, and measure out my grave. Farewell, kind master. Orl. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee? Live a little; comfort a little; cheer thyself a little. If this uncouth forest yield any thing savage, i I will either be food for it, or bring it for food to thee. Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers. For my sake be comforted; hold death awhile at the arm's end. I will here be with thee presently, and if I bring thee not something to eat, I will give thee leave to die; but if thou diest before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well said! thou look 'st cheerily; and I'll be with thee quickly.-Yet thou liest in the bleak air: : come, I will bear thee to some shelter, and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this desert. Cheerly, good Adam. [Exeunt. SCENE VII.-The Same. A Table set out. Enter DUKE, Senior, AMIENS, Duke S. I think he be transform'd into a beast, 1 Lord. My lord, he is but even now gone hence: Here was he merry, hearing of a song. Duke S. If he, compact of jars, grow musical, We shall have shortly discord in the spheres.Go, seek him tell him, I would speak with him. Enter JAQUES. 1 Lord. He saves my labour by his own approach. Duke S. Why, how now, monsieur! what a life is this, That your poor friends must woo your company! What, you look merrily. Jaq. A fool, a fool!- -I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool; (a miserable world!) As I do live by food, I met a fool, Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun, And rail'd on lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms, and yet a motley fool. "Good-morrow, fool," quoth I: "No, sir," quoth he, "Call me not fool, till heaven hath sent me fortune.' And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, "It is ten o'clock: Who doth ambition shun, [All together here. Thus may we see," quoth he, "how the world wags : And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats, And pleas'd with what he gets, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see, &c. 'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, Jaq. I'll give you a verse to this note, that I made The motley fool thus moral on the time, yesterday in despite of my invention. Ami. And I'll sing it. Jaq. Thus it goes:— If it do come to pass, That any man turn ass My lungs began to crow like chanticleer, That fools should be so deep contemplative; And I did laugh, sans intermission, An hour by his dial.-O, noble fool! A worthy fool! Motley's the only wear. Duke S. What fool is this? Jaq. O, worthy fool!—One that hath been a courtier, After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd In mangled forms.-O, that I were a fool! Duke S. Thou shalt have one. To blow on whom I please; for so fools have: And they that are most galled with my folly, Jaq. An you will not be answered with reason, I must die. Duke S. What would you have? Your gentleness shall force, More than your force move us to gentleness. Orl. I almost die for food, and let me have it. Orl. Speak you so gently? Pardon me, I pray you: Of stern commandment. But whate'er you are, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time, If ever you have look'd on better days, If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church, They most must laugh. And why, sir, must they so? If ever sat at any good man's feast, The why is plain as way to parish church: He, that a fool doth very wisely hit, Doth very foolishly, although he smart, But to seem senseless of the bob; if not, The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd, Even by the squandering glances of the fool. To speak my mind, and I will through and through Duke S. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst do. As sensual as the brutish sting itself; That says, his bravery is not on my cost, There then; how then? what then? Let me wherein My tongue hath wrong'd him: if it do him right, see Why, I have eat none yet. If ever from your eye-lids wip'd a tear, Orl. Then, but forbear your food a little while, fort! [Exit. Duke S. Thou seest, we are not all alone unhappy : Presents more woful pageants, than the scene Jaq. Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the justice, Duke S. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy dis- With eye severe, and beard of formal cut, tress, Or else a rude despiser of good manners, That in civility thou seem'st so empty? Full of wise saws and modern instances; Orl. You touch'd my vein at first: the thorny point With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side; Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show He dies, that touches any of this fruit, | Till I and my affairs are answered. His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide |