Ros. I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own
And therefore look you call me, Ganymede. But what will you be call'd?
Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state; No longer Celia, but Aliena.
Ros. But, cousin, what if we
assay'd to steal The clownish fool out of your father's court? Would he not be a comfort to our travel?
Cel. He'll go along o'er the wide world with me; Leave me alone to woo him: Let's away, And get our jewels and our wealth together; Devise the fittest time, and safest way To hide us from pursuit that will be made After my flight: Now go we in content, To liberty, and not to banishment.
SCENE I.-The forest of Arden. Enter Duke senior, Amiens, and other Lords, in the dress of Foresters.
Duke S. Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exíle,
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 but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference; as 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
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 confínes, with forked heads1 Have their round haunches gor'd.
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 steal 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 sequester'd stag, That from the hunters' aim had ta'en a hurt, Did come to languish; and, indeed, my lord, The wretched animal heav'd forth such groans, That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat Almost to bursting; and the big round tears Cours'd one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase: and thus the hairy fool, Much marked of the melancholy Jaques, Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook, Augmenting it with tears.
Duke S. But what said Jaques? Did he not moralize this spectacle?
1 Lord. O, yes, into a thousand similes. First, for his weeping in the needless stream; Poor deer, quoth he, thou mak'st a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much: Then, being alone,
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 look 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- plation?
2 Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and commenting
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 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. 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 so oft
Your grace was wont to laugh, is also missing. Hesperia, the princess' gentlewoman,
Confesses that she secretly o'erheard
Your daughter and her cousin much commend The parts and graces 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 Orlando and Adam, meeting.
Adam. What! my young master?-O, my gentle 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 fond3 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? Adam.
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;-I will not call him son-
(1) Sink into dejection.
(3) Inconsiderate.
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 my food?
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,2 and bloody brother. Adam. But do not so: I have five hundred crowns,
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 blood; my 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.
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