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Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends;
'Tis right, quoth he; this misery 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 greasy citizens ;
'Tis just the fashion : Wherefore do you

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: swearing, that we
Are mere usurpers, tyrants, and what's worse,
To fright the animals, and to kill them up,
In their assign'd and native dwelling-place.
Duke S. And did you leave him in this contem

2 Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and com-

Upon the sobbing deer.
Duke S.

Show me the place;
I love to copel him in these sullen fits,
For then he's full of matter.

2 Lord. I'll bring you to him straight. (Exeunt. SCENE II.-A room in the palace. Enter Duke

Frederick, Lords, and attenilants.
Duke F. Can it be possible, that no man saw

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.
The ladies, her attendants of her chamber,
Saw her a-bed; and, in the morning early,
They found the bed untreasur'd of their mistress.

2 Lord. My lord, the roynish2 clown, at whom Your grace was wont to laugh, is also missing. Hesperia, the princess' gentlewoman,

(1) Encounter (2) Scurvy.

so oft

The parts

Confesses that she secretly o'erheard
Your daughter and her cousin much commend


of the wrestler
That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles ;
And she believes, wherever they are gone,
That youth is surely in their company.
Duke F. 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 quaili To bring again these foolish runaways. [Exeunt. SCENE III.- Before Oliver's house. Enter Or

lando and Adam, meeting. Orl. Who's there? Adam. What! my young master ?--0, my gen

tle master,
O, my sweet master, O you memory2
of old sir Rowland! why, what make you here?
Why are you virtuous ? Why do people love you?
And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and valiant?
Why would you be so fonds to overcome
The bony priser of the humorous duke?
Your praise is come too swiftly home before you.
Know you not, master, to some kind of men
Their graces serve them but as enemies ?
No more do yours : your virtues, gentle master,
Are sanctified and holy traitors to you.
O, what a world is this, when what is comely
Envenoms him that bears it?

Orl. Why, what's the matter?

O unhappy youth,
Come not within these doors; within this roof
The enemy of all your graces lives :
Your brother--(no, no brother; yet the son-
Yet not the son ;-) will not call him son-

(1) Sink into dejection., (2) Memorial. (3) Inconsiderate

my food ?

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.
This is no place, this house is but a butchery;
Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it.
Orl. Why, whither, Adam, would'st thou have

me go? Adam. No matter whither, so you come not here.

Orl. What, would'st thou have me go and beg
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 subjéct me to the malice
Of a diverted blood, and bloody brother.
Adam. But do not so: I have five hundred

The thrifty hire I sav'd under your father,
Which I 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 that doth the ravens feed,
Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,
Be comfort to my age! Here is the gold;
All this I give you: Let me be your servant ;
Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty :
For in my youth I never did apply
Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood;
Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo
The means of weakness and debility ;
Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,
Frosty, but kindly: Let me go with you;
I'll do the service of a younger man

(1) Mansion, residence.
(2) Blood turned from its natural course.

In all your business and necessities.

Orl. O 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, Where none will sweat, but for promotion ; And having that, do choke their service up Even with the having : it is not so with thee. But, poor 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, o the last gasp, with truth and loyalty.1.om 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 recompense me better, Than to die well, and not my master's debtor.

(Exeunt. SCENE IV.-The Forest of Arden. Enter

Rosalind in boy's clothes, Celia drest like a
Shepherdess, and Touchstone.
Ros. O Jupiter! how weary are my spirits !

Touch. I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary

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 cannot go no further.

Touch. For my part, I had rather bear with you, than bear you: yet I should bear no cross, if I did

(1) A piece of money stamped with a cross.

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,

Ros. Ay, be só, 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

. Sil. O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love her! Cor. I partly guess; for I have lov'd ere now.

Sil. No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess ; Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover As ever sigh'd upon a midnight pillow : But if thy love were ever like to mine (As sure I think did never man love so,) How many actions most ridiculous Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?

Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten.

Sil. O, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily: If thou remember'st not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run into, Thou hast not lov'd : Or if thou hast not sat as I do now, Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress' praise, Thou hast not lov'd; Or if thou hast not broke from company, Abruptly, as my passion now makes me, Thou hast not lov'd :-O Phebe, Phebe, Phebe!

(Exit Silvius. Ros. Alas, poor shepherd ! searching of the

wound, I have by hard adventure found mine own.

Toucň. And I mine : I remember, when I was in love, I broke my sword upon a stone, and bid him take that for coming anight! to Jane Smile :

(1) In the night.

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