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Duke, living in exile.

William, a country Fellow, in love with Audrey. FREDERICK, Brother to the Duke, and Usurper of A Person representing Hymen.

bis Dominions. AMIENS, Lords attending mpon the Duke in his RosaLINT), Daughter to the banished Duke. JAQUES, } banishment.

CELIA, Daughter to Frederick.
LE BEAU, a Courtier attending upon Frederick. PHEEE, a Shepherdess.
CHARLES, his Wrestler.

AUDREY, a country Wench.
OLIVER,
JAQUES,
Sons of Sir Rowland de Bois.

Lords belonging to the two Dukes; Pages, Foresters, ORLANDO,

and other Attendants.
ADAM,
DENNIS,
Servants to Oliver.

The Scene lies, first, near Oliver's house ; afterTOUCHSTONE, a Clown.

wards, partly in the Usurper's Court, and partly Sir OLIVER MAR-TEXT, a Vicar.

in the Forest of Arden. CORIN, SYLVIUS,

} Shepherds.

ACT I.

Oli. What, boy!

Orl. Come, come, elder brother, you are too SCENE I.--An Orchard, near OLIVER's House.

young in this. Enter ORLANDO and ADAM,

Oli. Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain ? Orl. As I remember, Adam, it was upon this

Orl. I am no villain. I am the youngest son of fashion bequeath'd me :-By will, but a poor thou. Sir Rowland de Bois; he was my father; and he sand crowns; and as thou say'st,'charged my bro is thrice a villain, that says, such a father begot ther, on his blessing, to breed me well: and there villains :-Wert thou not my brother, I would not begins my sadness. "My brother Jaques he keeps at take this hand from thy throat, till his other had school, and report speaks goldenly of his protit: pulled out thy tongue 'for saying so; thou hast for my part, he keeps me rustically at home, or, to rail'd on thyself. speak more properly, stays me here at home un- Adam. Sweet masters be patient; for your father's kept: for call you that keeping for a gentleman of remembrance, be at accord. my birth, that differs not from the stalling of an ox?

Oli. Let me go, I say. His horses are bred better; for, besides that they

Orl. I will not, till I please: you shall hear me. are fair with their feeding, they are taught their My father charged you in his will to give me good manage, and to that end riders' dearly hired: but education : you have train'd me like a peasant, I, his brother, gain nothing under him but growth ; obscuring and hiding from me all gentleman-like for the which his animals on his dunghills are as qualities: the spirit of my father grows strong in much bound to him as I. Besides this nothing that me, and I will no longer endure it: therefore allow he so plentifully gives me, the something that na

me such exercises as may become a gentleman, ture gave me, his

countenance seems to lake from or give ine the poor allottery my father left me by me: he lets me feed with his hinds, bars me the testament; with that I will go buy my fortunes. place of a brother, and, as much as in him lies,

Oli. And what wilt thou do? Beg, when that is mines my gentility with my education. This is it, spent? Well, Sir, get you in: I will not long be Adam, that grieves me; and the spirit of my father, troubled with you : you shall have some part of which I think is within me, begins to mutiny your will : I pray you, leave me. against this servitude: I will no longer endure it,

Orl. I will no further offend you than becomes though yet I know no wise remedy how to avoid it! me for iny good.

Oli. Get you with him, you old dog.
Enter OLIVER.

Adam. Is old dog my reward ? Most true, I have Adam. Yonder comes my master, your brother.

lost my teeth in your service.-Cod be with my Orl. Go apart, Adam, and thou shalt hear how old master? He would not have spoke such a he will shake me up.

word.

(Exeunt Orlando and Adam. Oli. Now, Sir! What make you here?

Oli. Is it even so ? Begin you to grow upon me! Orl. Nothing : I am not taught to make any thing. I will physic your rankness, and yet give no thou. Oli. What mar you then, Sir?

sand crowns neither. Hola, Dennis ! Orl. Marry, Sir, I am helping you to mar that which God made, a poor unworthy brother of yours,

Enter DENNIS. with idleness,

Den. Calls your worship? Oli. Marry, Sir, be better employ'd, and be Oli. Was not Charles, the Duke's wrestler, here naught awhile.

to speak with me? Orl. Shall I keep your hogs, and eat husks with Den. So please you, he is here at the door, and them? What prodigal portion have I spent, that I importunes access to you. should come to such penury?

Oli. Call him in. "(Erit Dennis.)-Twill be a Oli. Know you where you are, Sir?

good way ; and to-morrow the wrestling is.
0 0, Sir, very well; here in your orchard.
Oli. Know you before whom, Sir?

Enter CHARLES.
Orl. Ay, better than he I am before knows me.
I know, you are my eldest brother; and, in the

Cha. Good morrow to your worship. gentle condition of blood, you should so know me:

Oli. Good monsieur Charles ! What's the new news the courtesy of nations allows you my better, in at the new court ? that you are the first-born; but the same tradition

Cha. There's no news at the court, Sir, but the takes not away my blood, were there twenty bro- old news : that is, the old duke is banish'd by his thers betwixt us : I have as much of my father in younger brother the new duke; and three or four me, as you ; albeit, I confess, your coming before me is nearer to his reverence,

• Villain is used in a double sense; by Oliver,

for a worthless fellow, and by Orlando, for a man • What do you here!

of base extraction.

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loving lords have put themselves into voluntary thy father, 80 thou hadst been still with me, I exile with him, whose lands and revenues enrich could have taught my love to take thy father fur the new Duke; therefore he gives them good mine; so wouldst thou, if the truth of thy love leave to wander.

to me were so righteously temper'd as mise is w Oli. Can you tell, if Rosalind, the duke's daugh- thee. ter, le banish'd with her father.

Ros. Well, I will forget the condition of my Cha. 0, no; for the duke's daughter, her cousin, estate, to rejoice in yours. so loves her,-being ever from their cradles bred Cel. You know, my father hath no child but I, together,—that she would have follow'd her exile, nor none is like to have; and, truly, when he dies, or have died to stay behind her. She is at the thou shalt be his heir for what he hath taken court, and no less beloved of her uncle than his away from thy father perforce, I will render thee own daughter : and never two ladies loved as again in affection ; by mine honour, I will ; and they do.

when I break that oath, let me turn monster Oli. Where will the old duke live?

therefore, my sweet Rose, my dear Rose, be merry. Cha. They say, he is already in the forest of Ros. From henceforth I will, coz, and devise Arden, and a many merry men with him; and sports : let me see; What think you of falling in there they live like old Robin Hood of England : love? they say, many young gentlemen flock to hinı every Cel. Marry, I pry'thee, do, to make sport with day; and fleet the time carelessly, as they did in all : but love no man in good earnest; nor no fur. the golden world.

ther in sport neither, than with safety of a pure Oli. What, you wrestle to-morrow before the new blush thou may'st in honour come off again. duke ?

Ros. What shall be our sport then ? Cha. Marry, do I, Sir; and I came to acquaint ('el. Let us sit and mock the good housewife, you with a inatter. I am given, Sir, secretly to Fortune, from her wheel, that her gifts may henceunderstand, that your younger brother, Orlando, forth be bestow'd equally. hath a disposition to come in disguised against me Ros. I would, we could do so ; for her benefits to try a fall : to-morrow, Sir, I wrestle for my are mightily misplaced: and the bountiful blind credít; and he that escapes me without sopie woman doth mistake in her gifts to women. lroken limb, shall acquit him well. Your brother is Cel. T'is true : for those, that she makes fair, she but young, and tender; and, for your love, I would searce makes honest; and those that she makes hobe lóth to foil him, as I must for my own honour, nest, she makes very ill-favour'dly. if he come in : therefore, out of my love to you, I Ros. Nay, now thou goest from fortune's office came hither to acquaint you withal; that either to nature's : fortune reigns in gifts of the world, you inight stay him from his intendment, or brook not in the lineaments of nature. such disgrace well as he shall run into ; in that it is a thing of his own search, and altogether against

Enter Touch STONE. my will.

Cel. No? When nature hath made a fair crea. Oli. Charles, I thank thee for thy love to me, ture may she not by fortune fall into the fire which thou shall find I will most kindly requite. Though nature hath gives us wit to fout at fortune, I had myself notice of my brother's purpose herein, hath not fortune sent in this fool to cut off the arand have by underhand nieans labour'd to disa gument ? suade him from it; but he is resolute. I'll tell Ros. Indeed, there is fortune too hard for nathee Charles,-it is the stubbornest young fellow ture; when fortune makes nature's natural the of France; full of ambition, an envious emulator cutter off of nature's wit. of everv man's good parts, a secret and villainous Cel. Peradventure, this is not fortune's work neicontriver against me, his patural brother; there. ther, but nature's; who, perceiving our natural fore use thy discretion; I had as lief thou didst wits too dull to reason of such goddesses, hath sent break his neck as his finger: and thou wert best this natural for our whetstone : for always the dullook to't; for if thou dost him any slight disi race, ness of the fool is the whetstone of his wits.-How or i ne do not mightily grace himself on thee, he now, wit? Whither wander you? will practise against thee by poison, entrap thee by Touch. Mistress, you must come away to your some treacherous device, and never leave thee till

father. he hath ta'en thy life by some indirect means or Cel. Were you made the messenger? other : for, I assure thee, and almost with tears I Touch. No, by mine honour; but I was bid to speak it, there is not one so young and so villain- come for you. ous this day living. I speak but brotherly of him; Ross. Where learn'd you that oath, foo)? but should I anatomize him to thee as he is, I must Touch. Of a certain knight, that swore by his blush and weep, and thou must look pale and honour they were good pancakes, and swore by his wonder.

honour the mustard was naught: now, I'll stand Cha. I am heartily glad I came hither to you: to it, the pancakes were naught, and the mustard If he come to-morrow, I'll give him his payment : was good; and yet was not the knight forsworn. If ever he go alone again, I'll never wrestle for Cel. How prove you that, in the great heap of prize more : and so, God keep your worship! your nowledge ?

(Erit. Ros. Ay, marry; now unmuszle your wisdom.
Oli. Farewell good Charles.- Now will I stir this Touch. Stand you both forth now : stroke your
gamestert: I hope, I shall see an end of him; for chins, and swear by your beards that I am a knave.
my soul, yet I know not why, hates nothing more Cel. By our beards, if we had them, thou art.
than he. Yet he's gentle; never school'd, and yet Touch. By my knavery, if I had it, then I were:
learn’d; full of noble device; of all sorts 1 en- but if you swear by that that is not, you are not
chantingly beloved ; and, indeed, so much in the forsworn : no more was this knight, swearing by
heart of the world, and especially of my own peo- his honour, for he never had any; or if he had,
ple, who best know him, that I am altogether mis. he had sworn it away, before ever he saw those
prised: but it shall not be so long; this wrestler pancakes or that mustard.
shall clear all : nothing remains, but that I kindle Cel. Pr'ythee, who is't that thou mean'st?
the boy thither, which now I'll go about. [Erit. Touch. One that old Frederick, your father,

loves.
SCENE II.- Lawn before the Duke's Palace. Cel. My father's love is enough to honour him.

Enough! Speak no more of him; you'll be whipp'd
Enter ROSALIND and CELIA.

for taxation, one of these days.
Cel. I pray thee, Rosalind, sweet my coz, be Touch. The more pity, that fools may not speak

wisely, what wise men do foolishly.
Ros. Dear Celia, I shew more mirth than I am Cel. By my troth, thou say'st true : for since the
mistress of; and would you yet I were merrier! little wit, that fools have, was silenced, the little
Unless you could teach me to forget a banish'd foolery that wise men have,

makes a great show. father you must not Icaru me how to remember Here comes monsieur Le Beau. any extraordinary pleasure. Cer. Herein, I see thou lovest me not with the

Enter LE BEAU. full weight that I love thee: if my uncle, thy ba- Ros. With his mouth full of news. bish'd father, had banish'd thy uncle, the duke Cel. Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed

their young • A roady assent.

+ Frolicsome fellow. or all ranks.

• Satire.

merry.

Ros. Then shall we be news-crammed.

therefore be misprised : we will make it our suit to Cel. All the better; we shall be the more inar- the duke, that the wrestling might not go forward. ketable. Bon jour, monsieur le Beau : What's the Orl. I bescech you, punish me not with your hard news?

thoughts; wherein I contess me much guilty, to deny Le Beau. Fair prinoess, you bave lost much good so fair and excellent ladies any thing. But let your sport.

fair eyes, and gentle wishes, go with me to my trial: Cel. Sport ! Of what colour?

wherein if I be foil'd, there is but one shamed that Le Beuu. What colour, madam? How shall I was never gracious; if kill'd, but one dead that answer you?

is willing to be so : I shall do my friends no wrong, Ros. Ás wit and fortune will.

for I have none to lament me; the world no injury, Touch. Or as the destinies decree.

for in it I have nothing ; only in the world I till ap Cel. Well said ; that was laid on with a trowel. a place, which may be better supplied when I have Touch. Nay, if I keep not my rank,

made it empty. Ros. Thou losest thy old smell.

Ros. The liitle strength that I have, I would it Le Beau. You amaze me, ladies: I would have were with you. told you of good wrestling, which you have lost Cel. And mine, to eke out hers. the sight of.

Ros. Fare you well. Pray heaven, I be deceived Ros. Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling.

in you! Le Beuu. I will tell you the beginning, and, if Cel. Your heart's desires be with you! it please your ladyships, you may see the end ; for Cha. Come, where is this young gallant, that is the best is yet to do; and here, where you are, so desirous to lie with his mother earth? they are coming to perform it.

Ort. Ready, Sir, but his will hath in it a more Cel. Wel,-the beginning, that is dead and bu modest working. ried.

Duke F. You shall try but one fall. Le Beau. There comes an old man, and his three Cha. No, I warrant your grace; you shall not en. Sons,

treat him to a second, that have so mightily per Cel. I could match this beginning with an old suaded him from a first. tale.

Orl. You mean to mock me after ; you should Le Beau. Three proper young men, of excellent not have mock'd me before ; but come your ways. growth and presence;

Ros. Now, Hercules be thy speed, young man! Ros. With bills on their necks,-Be it known unto Cel. I would I were invisible, to catch the strong all men by these presents,

fellow by the leg. (Charles and Orlando wrestle. Le Beau. The eldest of the three wrestled with Ros. O excellent young man ! Charles, the duke's wrestler; which Charles in a Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eve, I can moinent threw him, and broke three of his ribs, that tell who should down. [Charles Is thrown.-Shout. there is little hope of life in him ; so he served the Duke F. No more, no more. second, and so the third : yonder they lie; the poor Orl. Yes, I beseech your grace; I am not yet old man, their father, making such pitiful dole well breathed. over them, that all the beholders take his part with Duke F. How dost thou, Charles ! weeping.

Le Beau. He cannot speak, my lord. Ros. Alas!

Duke F. Bear him away. (Charles is borne out.) Touch. But what is the sport, Monsieur, that the What is thy name, young man ! ladies have lost?

Orl. Orlando, my liege; the youngest son of Sir Le Beuu. Why, this that I speak of.

Rowland de Bois. Touch. Thus men may grow wiser every day! It Duke F. I would, thou hadst been son to some is the first time that ever I heard, breaking of ribs

man else. was sport for ladies.

The world esteem'd thy father honourable, Cel. Or I, I promise thee.

But I did find him still mine enemy : Ros. But is there any else longs to see this broken Thou shouldst have better pleased me with this music in his sides ? Is there yet another dotes upon

deed, rib-breaking ?-Shall we see this wrestling, cousin ? Hadst thou descended from another house,

Le Beau. You must, if you stay here; for here But fare thee well; thon art a gallant youth : is the place appointed for the wrestling, and they | I would, thou hadst told me of another father. are ready to perform it.

(Exeunt Duke, Fred. Train, ann Le Beatha Cel. Yonder sure, they are coming : let us now Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do this i stay and see it.

Orl. I am more proud to be Sir Rowland's son, Flourish.-Enter Duke FREDERICK, LORDS,ORLANDO,

His youngest son ;-and would not change that call

ing, CHARLES, and Attendants.

To be adopted heir to Frederick. Duke F. Come on ; since the youth will not be Ros. My father loved Sir Rowland as his soul, entreated, his own peril on his forwardness. And all the world was of my father's mind : kos. Is yonder the man !

Had I before known this young man his son, Le Beau. Even he, madam.

I should have given him tears unto entreaties, Cel. Alas, he is too young; yet he looks success. Ere he should thus have ventured. fully.

Cel. Gentle cousin, · Duke F. How now, daughter, and cousin ? Are Let us go thank him, and encourage him: you crept hither to see the wrestling?

My father's rough and envious disposition Ros. Ay, my liege ; so please you give us leave. Sticks me at heart.-Sir, you have well deserved :

Duke F. You will take little delight in it, I can If you do keep your promises in love, tell you, there is such odds in the men: in pity of But justly, as you have exceeded promise, the challenger's youth, I would fain dissuade him, Your mistress shall be happy. but he will not be entreated : speak to him, ladies ; Ros. Gentlemen, [Giving him a chain from her neck.) see if you can move him.

Wear this for me ; one out of suits with fortune; Cel. Call him hither, good monsieur Le Beau. That could give more, but that her hand lacks Duke F. Do so ; l'll not be by. (Duke goes apart.

means. Le Beau. Monsieur the challenger, the princesses Shall we go, coz? call for you.

Cel. Ay Fare you well, fair gentleman, Orl. I attend them, with all respect and duty. Orl. Can I not say, I thank you? My better parts

kos. Young man, have you challenged Charles the Are all thrown down; and that which here stands wrestler ?

up, Orl. No, fair princess ; he is the general challen- Is but a quintain t, à mere lifeless block. ger: I come bat in, as others do, to try with him Ros. He calls us back : my pride fell with my the strength of my youth.

fortunes; Cel. Young gentleman, your spirits are too bold I'll ask him what he would :-Did you call, Sir 8for your years : you have seen cruel proof of this Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown man's strength : if you saw yourself with your eyes More than your enemies. or knew yourself with your judgment, the fear of Cel. Will you go cozi your adventure would counsel you to a more equal Ros. Have with you :-'are you well. enterprise. We pray yon, for your own sake, to

(Exeunt Rosalind and Celia. einbrace your own safety, and give over this attempt.

• Appellation. Ros. Do, young Sir; your reputation shall not The object to dart at in martial exercises.

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Orl. What passion hangs these weights upon my So near our public court as twenty miles,
tongue ?

Thou diest for it.
I cannot speak to her, yet she urged conference, Ros. I do beseech your grace,

Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with ine:
Re-enter LE BEAU.

If with myself I hold intelligence,
O poor Orlando ! Thou art overthrown;

Or have acquaintance with mine own desires;
Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thee. If that I do not dream, or be not frantic,

Le Beau. Good Sir, I do in friendship counsel you (As I do trust I am not), then, dear uncle,
To leave this place: albeit you have deserved Never, so much as in a thought unborn,
High commendation, true applause, and love ; Did I offend your highuess.
Yet such is now the duke's condition,

Duke F. Thus do all traitors;
That he misconstrues all that you have done. If their purgation did consist in words,
The duke is humorous; what he is, indeed,

They are as innocent as grace itself :-
More suits you to conceive, than me to speak of. Let it suffice thee, that I trust thee not.

Orl. I thank you, Sir; and, pray you tell me this; Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor :
Which of the two was daughter of the duke

Tell me, whereon the likelihood depends.
That here was at the wrestling?

Duke F. Thou art thy father's daughter, there's Le Beau. Neither his daughter, if we judge by

enough. manners:

Ros. So was I, when your highness took his But yet, indeed, the shorter is his daughter :

dukedom;
The other is daughter to the banish'd duke, So was I, when your highness banish'd him :
And here detain'd by her usurping uncie,

Treason is not inherited, my lord ;
To keep his daughter company; whose loves Or, if we did derive it from our friends,
Are dearer than the natural bond of sisters,

What's that to me! my father was no traitor :
But I can tell you, that of late this duke

Then, good my liege, mistake me not so much,
Hath ta'en displeasure 'gainst his gentle niece; To think my poverty is treacherous.
Grounded upon no other argument,

Cel. Dear sovereign, hear me speak.
But that the people praise her for her virtues, Duke F. Ay, Celia ; we stay'd her for your sake,
And pity her for her good father's sake;

Else liad she with her father ranged along.
And, on my life, his malice 'gainst the lady

Cel. I did not then entreat to have her stay, Will suddenly break forth.—Sir, fare you well; It was your pleasure, and your own remorse ; Hereafter, in a better world than this,

I was too young that time to value her, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.

But now I know her: if she be a traitor, Orl. I rest much bounden to you: fare you well! Why so am I ; we still have slept together,

(Erit Le Beuu. Rose at an instant, learn'd, play'd, eat together; Thus müst I from the smoke into the smother;

And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans From tyrant duke, unto a tyrant brother :

Still we went coupled, and inseparable. But heavenly Rosalind !

[Exit. Duke F. She is too subtle for thee; and her

sinoothness, SCENE 111.- A Room in the Palace.

Her very silence, and her patience,

Speak to the people, and they pity her.
Enter CELIA and ROSALIND.

Thou art a fool : she robs thee of thy name;
Cel. Why, cousin ; why, Rosalind ;-Cupid have And thou wilt shew more bright, and seem niore
mercy - Not a word ?

virtuous, Ros. Not one to throw at a dog.

When she is gone : then open not thy lips; Cel. No, thy words are too precious to be cast | Firm and irrevocable is my doom away upon curs, throw some of them at me; come,

Which I have pass'd upon her; she is banish'd. lame me with reasons,

Cel. Pronounce that sentence then on me, my Ros. Then there were two cousins laid up; when

liege; the one should be lamed with reasons, and the I cannot live out of her company. other mad without any.

Duke. F. You are a fool - You, niece, provide Cel. But is all this for your father?

yourself'; Ros. No, some of it for my child's father: 0, how If you out-slay the time, upon mine honour, full of briars is this working-day world!

And in the greatness of my word, you die. Cel. They are but burs, cousin, thruwn upon thee

(Exeunt Duke Frederick and Lords. in holyday foolery; if we walk not in the trud. Cel. O my poor Rosalind! Whither wilt thou go? den paths, our very petticoats will catch them. Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee mine.

Ros. I could shake them oli my coat; these burs I charge thee, be not thou more grieved than I am. are in my heart.

Ros. I have more cause.
Cel. Hem them away.

Cel. Thou hast not, cousin;
Ros. I would try; if I could cry hem, and have Pr'ythee, be cheerful: know'st thou not, the duke

Haih banished me his daughter?
Cel. Come, come, wrestle with thy affections. Ros. That he hath not.
Ros. 0, they take the part of a better wrestler

Cel. No? Hath not? Rosalind lacks then the love

Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one: Cel. O, a good wish upon you! You will try in Shall we be sunder'd ? Shall we part, sweet girl? time, in despite of a fall. --But, turning these jests No ; let my father seek another heir. out of service let us talk in good earnest : Is it pos. Therefore devise with me, how we may fly, sible, on such a sudden, you should fall into so Whither to go, and what to bear with us: strong a liking with old Sir Rowland's youngest And do not seek to take your change upon you, son !

To bear your griet's yourself, and leave me out; Ros. The duke my father loved his father dearly. For, by ihis heaven, now at our sorrows pale, Cel. Doth it therefore ensue, that you should say what thou canst, I'll go along with thee. love his son dearly? By this kind of chase, I Ros. Why, whither shall we go? should hate him, for my father hated his father Cel. To seek my uncle. dearly f; yet I hate not Orlando.

Ros. Alas, whai danger will it be to us, Ros. No faith, hate him not, for my sake.

Maids as we are, to travel forth so far?
Cel; Why should I not? Both he not deserve Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.
well?

Cel. I'll put myself in poor and mean attire,
Ros. Let me love him for that ; and do you love And with a kind of umber smirch my face ;
him, because I do :-Look, here comes the duke, The like do you ; so shall we pass along,
Cel. With his eyes full of anger.

And never stir assailants.

Ros. Were it not better,
Enter Duke PREDERICK, with Lords. Because that I am more than common tall,
Duke F. Mistress, despatch you with your safest That I did suit me all points like a man?

A gallant curtle-axt upon my thigh,
And get you from our court.

A boar-spear in my hand; and (ir, my heart

Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will,)
Within these ten days if that thou be'st found,

We'll have a swashing and a martiai outside ;
• Compassion.

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Inveterately.

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haste, Ros. Me, anele! Duke F. You, cousin;

Temper.

1

As many other mannish cowards have,

To fright the animals, and to kill them up,
That do outface it with their semblances.

In their assign'd and native dwelling place.
Cel. What shall I call thee, when thou art a man? Duke S. And did you leave him in this contem-
Ros. I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own

plation ?
page,

2 Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and comAnd therefore look you call me, Ganymede.

menting
But wbat will you be call'd ?

Upon the sobbing deer.
Cel. Something that hain a reference tu my state ; Duke S. Shew me the place;
No longer Celia, but Aliena.

I love to cope . him in these sullen tits,
Ros. But, cousin, what if we assay'd to steal For then he's full of matter.
The clownish fool out of your father's court!

2 Lord. I'll bring you w him straight. (Ereunt.
Would he not be a comfort to our travel!
Cel. He'll go along o'er the wide world with me;

SCENE II.-A Room in the Palace.
Leave me alone to woo him: let's away,
A

Enter Duke FREDERICK, Lorps, and Attendants.
get our jewels and our wealth ether;
Devise the tittest time, and safest way

Duke F. Can it be possible, that no man saw To hude us from pursuit that will be made

them?
After my tight:--Now go we in content,

It cannot be : some villains of my court
To liberty, and not to banishment. (Exeunt. Are of consent and sufferance in this.

i Lord. I cannot hear of any that did see her. ACT II.

The ladies, her attendants of her chamber,

Saw her a-bed ; and, in the morning early,
SCENE I.-The Forest of Arden.

They found the bed untreasures of their mistress

2 Lord, My lord, the roynish + clown, at whom a Enter DUKE Senior, ARIENS, and other Lords, in

oft the Dress of Foresters.

Your grace was wont to laugh, is also missing.
Duke S. Now, my co-mates, and brothers in Hesperia, the princess' gentlewoman,
exile,

Coniesses, that she secretly o'erheard
Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Your daughter and her cousin much commend
Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods The parts and graces of the wrestler
More free from peril than the envious court ? That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles ;
Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,

And she believes, wherever they are gone,
The season's difference; as, the icy fang,

That youth is surely in their company.
And churlish chiding of the winter's wind;

Duke F. Send to his brother; letch that gallant
Which when it bites and blows upon my body.

hither ;
Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say,- If he be abseni, bring his brother to me,
This is no flattery: these are counsellors

I'll make him find him ; do this suddenly ;
That feelingly persuade me what I am.

And let not search and inquisition quail.
Sweet are the uses of adversity ;

To bring again these foolish runaways. (Ereunt.
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ;

SCENE 111.Before OLIVER's House.
And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,

Enter ORLANDO and Adam, meeting.
Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.

Orl. Who's there?
Ami. I would not change it: happy is your grace, Adam. What! My young master ?—0, my gentle
That can translate the stubbornness of fortune

master,
Into so quiet and so sweet a style.

O, my sweet master, () you memory
Duke S. Come, shall we go and kill us venison? of old Sir Rowland! Why, what make yon here!
And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools,-- Why are you virtuous ? Why do people love you!
Being rative burghers of this desert city,

And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and valiant ?
Should, in their own contipes, with forked heads. Why would you be so fond ý to overcome
Have their round haunche's gored.

The bony priser of the humorous duke?
Lord. Indeed, my lord,

Your praise is come too swintly home before you.
The melancholy Jaques grieves at that;

Know

you not, master, to some kind of men
And, in that kind, swears you do more usurp Their graces serve them but as enemies!
Than doth your brother that hath banish'd you. No more do yours; your virtues, gentle master,
To-day, my lord of Amiens, and myselt,

Are sanctified and holy tricitors to you.
Did steal behind him, as he lay along

0, what a world is this, when what is comely Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out

Envenoms him that bears it!
Upon the brook that brawis along this wood : Orl. Why, what's the matter?
To the which place a poor sequester'd stay,

Adam. O unhappy youth,
That from the hunters' aim had ta'en a hurt, Come not within these doors ; within this roof
Did come to languish ; and, indeed, my lord, The enemy of all your graces lives;
The wretched animal heaved forth such groans, Your brother-(no, no brother; yet the son-
That their discharge did stretch ! is leathern coat Yet not the son ;-I will not call him son
Almost to bursting; and the big round tears Of him I was about to call his father,)-
Coursed one another down his innocent nose

Hath heard your praises ; and this night he means
In piteous chase : and thus the hairy fool,

To burn the lodging where you used to lie,
Much marked of the inelancholy Jaques,

And you within it: if he fail of that,
Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook, He will have other means to cut you off :
Augmenting it with tears.

I overheard him, and his practices.
Duke s. But what said Jaques ?

This is no place, this house is but a butchery;
Did he not moralize this spectacle !

Abhorit, fear it, do not enter it.
1 Lord. O, yes, into a thousand similies.

Orl. Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me
Pirst, for his weeping in the needless stream;
Poor deer, quoth be, thou mak'st u testament

Adam. No matter whither, so you come not here.
As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more

Orl. What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my To that which had too much :-Then, being alone,

food ! Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends;

Or, with a base and boisterous sword, enforce 'Tis right, quoth he; thus misery doth part

A thievish living on the common road?
The pur of company :- Anon, a careless herd, This I must do, or know not what to do:
Pull of the pasture, jumps along by him,

Yet this I will not do, do how I can ;
And never stays to greet him; Ay, quoth Jaques, I rather will subject me to the malice
Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens;

Of a diverted blood ll, and bloody brother.
'7'is just the fashion :- Wherefore do you look

Adam. But do not so: I have five hundred crowns
Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there! The thrifty hire I saved under your father,
Thus most invectively he pierceth through

Which I did store, to be my foster-narse,
The body of the country, city, couut,

When service should in iny old limbs lie lame,
Yea, and of this our life : swearing, that we
Are mere usurpers, tyrants, and what's worse, • Encounter.

+ Scurvy. Memorial.

$ Inconsiderate. • Barbed arrows.

| Biood turned from its natural course.

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