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Cel. Young gentleman, your spirits are too bold I should have given him tears unto entreaties,
for your years : You have seen cruel proof of this Ere he should ihus have ventur'd.
man's strength: if you saw yourself with your eyes, Cel.

Gentle cousin, or knew you sell with your judgm nt, the lear Let us go thank him, and encourage him : of your adventure would counsel you to a more My father's rough and envious disposion equal enterprise. We pray you, for your own Sicks me at heart.-Sir, you have well deserv'd: bane, to embrace your own safety, and give over Il you do keep your promises in love, this allempi.

Bui justiy, as you have exceeded promise, Rus. Du, young sir; your reputation shall not Your mistress shall be happy. therefore be misprized; we will inake it our suit to Ros.

Gentleman, the duke, that the wrestling might not go forward.

[Giving him a chain from her neck. 01. I beseech you, punish me not with your Wear this for me; one out of suits with fortune ;: hard thoughts; wherein I confess me much guilty, That could give more, but that her hand lacks to deny su fair and excellent ladies any thing. But let your fair eyes, and gentle wishes, go with me Shall we go, coz? to my trial: wherein if I be foiled, there is but Cel. Ay:-Fare you well, fair gentleman. one shamed that was never gracious; if killed, but Orl. Can I not say, I thank you? My better parts one dead that is willing to be so: I shall do my Are all thrown down, and that which here stands friends no wrong, for I have none to lament me; Is but a quintain,' a mere lifeless block.

Cup, the world no injury, for in it I have nothing; only Ros. He calls us back: My pride sell with my in the world Ill up a place, which may be better fortunes: supplied when I have made it empty.

I'll ask him what he would :-Did you call, sir ? Rus. 'The litile strength that I have, I would it Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown were with you.

More than your enemies. Cel. And mine, to eke out hers.

Cel.

Will you go, coz? Ros. Fare you well.-Pray heaven, I be de- Ros. Have with you :-Fare vou well. ceived in you!

(E.reunt Rosalind and Celia. Cel. Your heart's desires be with you !

Orl. What passion hangs these weighis upon Cha. Come, where is this young gallant, that is my tongue ? 80 desirous to lie with his mother earth?

I cannot speak to her, yet she urg'd conference. Orl. Ready, sir ; but his will hath in it a more

Re-enter Le Beau.
modest working.
Duke F. You shall try but one fall.

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Orlando! thou art overthrown; Cha. No, I warrant your grace; you shall not Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thee. entreat him to 1 second, that have so mightily per- Le Beau. Good sir, I do in friendship counsel you suaded him from a first.

To leave this place : Albeit, you have deserv'd Orl. You mean to mock me after; you should High commendation, true applause, and love; not have mocked me before: but come your ways. Yet such is now the duke's condition,

Ros. Now, Hercules be thy speel, young man! That he misconstrues all that you have done.
Cel. I woald I were invisible, toca'ch the strong The duke is humorous : what he is, indeed,
fellow by the leg. [Charles and Orlando wrestle. More suits you to conceive, than me to speak of.
Ros. () excellent young man !

Orl. I thank you, sir: and, pray you, tell me this ;
Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can Which of the two was dau hur of the duke
tell who should down. (Charles is thrown. Shou. That here was at the wrestling?
Duike F. No more, no more.

Le Bcau. Neither his daughter, if we judge by Orl. Yes, I beseech your grace; I am not yet

manners; well breathed.

But yet, indeed, the shorter is his daughter: Duke F. How dost thou, Charles ?

The other is dalighter to the banish'd duke, Le Bem. He cannot speak, my lord.

And here detain'd by her usurping uncle, Duke F. Bear him away. (Charles is borne oul.) To keep his daughter company; whose loves What is thy naine young man?

A-e dearer than the natural bond of sisters. Orl. Orlando, my liege; the youngest son of But I can tell you, that of late this duke sir Rowland de Bois.

llah ta'en displeasure 'gainst his gentle niece; Duke F. I would, thou hadst been son to some Grounded upon no other argument, man else.

But that the people praise her for her virtues, The world esteem'd thy father honourable, And pity her for her good faiher's sake ; But I did find him still mine enemy :

And, on my life, his malice 'gair.st the lady Thou should'st have better pleas'd me with this will suddenly break forth. --Sir, fare you well; deed,

Hereafter, in a better world than this, Hadst thou descended from another house. I shall desire more love and know ledge of you. But fare thee well; thou art a gallant youth; Orl. I rest much bounden to you; fare you well ! I would, thou hadst told me or another father.

(Erit Le Beau. (Exeunt Duke Fred. train, and Le Beau. Thus must I from the smoke into the smother; Cel

. Were I my father, coz, would I do this? From tyrant duke, unto a tyrant brother :Orl. I am more proud to bé sir Rowland's son, But heavenly Rosalind!

(Exit. His youngest son ;-and would not change that SCENE III. A room in the palace. Enter

calling,
To be adopted heir to Frederick.

Celia and Rosalind.
Ros. My father lov'd sir Rowland as his soul,
And all the world was of my father's mind :

Cel. Whs, cousin; why, Rosalind ;-Cupid have

mercy!-Not a word ? Had I before known this young man his son, Ros. Not one to throw at a dog.

Cel. No, thy words are too precious to be cast (1) Appellation. (2) Turned out of her service. (9) The object to dart at in martial exercises.

(4) Temper, disposition.

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away upon curs, throw some of them at me; come, Cel. I did not then entreat to have her stay, lame me with reasons.

It was your pleasure, and your own remorse ;. Ros. Then there were two cousins laid up; when I was too young that time to value her, the one should be lamed with reasons, and ihe other But now I know her: il she be a traitor, mad without any.

Why so am I; we still have slept together, Cel. But is all this for your father?

Rose at an instant, learn'd, play 'd, eat together; Ros. No, some of it for my child's father: 0, And whicresoe'er we went, like Junu's swans, how full of briers is this working-day world! Sull we went coupied, and inseparable.

Cel. They are but buts, cousin, thrown upon Duke F. She is too subtle for thee; and her thee in holiday foolery; if we walk not in the smoothness, trodden paths, our very petticoats will catch them. IIer very silence, and her patience,

Ros. I could shake them ott my coat; these burs Speak to the people, and they pity her. are in my heart.

Thou art a foul : she robs thee of thy name; Cel. Hem them away.

And thou wilt show more bright, and seem more Ros. I would try; it I could cry hem, and have virtuous, him.

When she is done: then open not thy lips ; Ce!. Conie, come, wrestle with thy aflections. Firm and irrevocable is my doom

Ros. O, they take the part of a better wrestler Which I have pass'd upon her; she is banishid. than myself.

Cel. Pronounce that sentence then on me, my Cel. 0, a good wish upon you! you will try in time, in despite of a fall. —Bui, turning these jesis I cannot live out of her company. out of service, let us talk in good earnest : Is it po:

Duke F. You are a fool :-You, niece, provide sible, on such a sudden, you should fall into so yourself; strong a liking with old sir Rowland's youngest son? If you out-stay the time, upon mine honour,

Ros. The duke my father lov'd his father dearly. And in the greatness of my word, you die.
Cel. Doth it therefore ensue, that you should

[Exeunt Duke Frederick and lords. love his son dearly? By this kind of chase, I should Cel. O my poor Rosalind! whither wilt thou go? hate him, for my father hated his father dearly;" Wilt thou change fathers ? I will give thee mine. yet I hate not Orlando.

I charge thee, be not thou more griev'd than I am. Ros. No, 'faith, hate him not, for my sake. Ros. I have more cause. Cel. Why should I not ? doth he not deserve well? Cel.

Thou hast not, cousin; Ros. Let me love him for that; and do you love Prythee, be cheerful : know'st thou not, the duke him, because I do:-Look, here comes the duke. Hath banish'd mc his daughter ? Cel. With his eyes full of

Ros.

That he hath not.

Cel. No? hath not ? Rosalind lacks then the love Enter Duke Frederick, with lords. Which teache hihee that thou and I am one: Duke F. Mistress, despatch you with your safest Shall we be sunder'd ? shall we part, swect girl? haste,

No; let my father seek another heir. And get you from our court.

Therefore devise with me, how we may fly, Ros.

Me, uncle ? Whither to go, and what to bear with us; Duke F.

You, cousin; And do not seek to take your change upon you, Within these ten days is that thou best found To bear your griefs yourself, and leave me out; So near our public court aş twenty miles, For, by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale, Thou diest for it.

Say what thou canst, l'll go along with thee. Ros.

I do beseech your grace, Ros. Why, whither shall we go? Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me: Cel.

To seek my uncle. Ir with myself I hold intelligence,

Ros. Alas, what danger will it be to us,
Or have acquaintance with mine own desires ; Maids as we are, to travel forth so far?
If that I do not dream, or be not frantic,

Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. (As I do trust I am not,) then, dear uncle,

Cel. I'll put myself in poor and meal attire, Never, so much as in a thought unborn,

And with a kind of umber ymi:ch my face; Did I offend your highness.

The like do you; so shall we pass along, Duke F,

Thus do all traitors; And never stir assailants. Ir their purgation did consist in words,

Ros.

Were it not better, They are as innocent as grace itself:

Because that I am more than common tall, Let it sulfice thee, that I trust thee not.

That I did suit me all points like a man? Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor; A gallant curtle-3xeupon my thigh, Tell me, whereon the likelihood depends.

A boar-spear in my hand; and (in my hcart Duke F. Thou art thy father's daughter, there's Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will,) enough.

We'l have a swashing and a martial outside ; Ros. So was I, when your highness took his As many other mannish cowards have, dukedom;

That do outface it with their semblances. So was I, when your highness banish'd him ; Cel. What shall I call thee, when thou art & Treason is not inherited, my lord ;

man? Or, if we did derive it from our friends,

Ros. I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own What's that to me? my father was no traitor :

pa ce, Then, good my liege, mistake me not so much, And therefore look you call me, Ganymede. To think my poverty is treacherous.

But what will you be calld? Cel. Dear sovereign, hear me speak.

Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state ; Duke F. Ay, Celia ; we stay'd her for your sake, No longer Celia, but Aliena. Else had she with her father rang'd along. Ros. But, cousin, what if we assay'd to steal

The clownish fool out of your father's court? (1) Inveterately. (2) Compassion. (3) A dusky, yellow-coloured earth.

(4) Cutlass, (5) Swaggering.

Would he not be a comfort to our travel ? l'Tis right, quoth he; this misery doth part

Cch He'll go along o'er the wide world with me; The flur of company : Anon, a careless herd, ?
Leave me alone to woo bim: Let's away, Fuli of the pasture, jumps along by hin,
And get our jewels and our wealth together; And never stays to greei him; Ay, quoth Jaques,
Devise the tittest time, and safest way

Sweep in, you ful and greasy cilizens ;
To hide us from pursuit that will be made 'Tis just the fashion : Wherefore do you look
After my flight: Now zone in content,

Upon thut poor and broken banl rupt there?
To liberty, and not to banishinent. (Exeunt. Thus most invectively he piercelh 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,
ACT II.

To tright the animals, and to kill them up,

In their assi: n'd and native du elling-place. SCENE I.--The forest of Arden. Enter Duke

Duke S. And did you leave him in this contem. senior, Amiens, and other Loris, in the dress of plation ? Fortsters.

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

menting Duke S. Now, my co-mates, and brothers in Upon the sobbing deer. exile,

Duke S.

Show me the place; Hath not old custom made this life more sweet I love to cope? him in these sullen fils, Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods For then he's full of matter. More free from peril than the envious court? 2 Lord. I'll bring you to him straight. (Exeunt. Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference; as the icy lang,

SCENE II.-A room in the palace. Enter Duke And churlish chiding of the winter's wind;

Frederick, Lords, and atlendants. Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Duke F. Can it be possible, that no man saw Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say,

them? This is no fattery: These are counsellors It cannot be: some villains of my court That feelingly persuade me what I am.

Are of consent and sufferance in this. Sweet are the uses of adversi'y;

1 Lord. I cannot hear of any that did see her, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, The ladies, her attendants of her chamber, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; Saw her a-bed; and, in the morning early, And this our life, exempt from public haunt, They found the bed untreasur'd of their mistress. Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, 2 Lord. My lord, the roynish clown, at whom Sermons in stones, and good in every thing:

so oft Ami. I would not change it: Happy is your Your grace was wont to laugh, is also missing. frace,

Hesperia, the princess' gentlewoman, That can translate the stubbornness of fortune

Confesses, that she secretly o'erheard Into so quiet and so sweet a style.

Your daughter and her cousin much commend Duke S. Come, shall we go and kill us venison? The parts and graces of the wrestler, And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools,– That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles ; Being native burghers of this desert city, And she believes, wherever they are gone, Should, in their own confines, with forked heads? That youth is surely in their company. Have their round haunches gor’d.

Duke F. Send to his brother ; fetch that gallant 1 Lord.

Indeed, my lord, The melancholy Jaques grieves at that;

If he be absent, bring his brother to me, And, in that kind, swears you do more usurp I'll make him find him: do this suddenly: Than doth your brother that hath banish'd you. And let not search and inquisition quail* To-day, my lord of Amiens, and myself, To bring again these foolish runaways. (Exeunt. Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out

SCENE III.-Before Oliver's house. Enter OrUpon the brood that brawls along this wood:

lando and Adam, eeting To the which place a poor sequester'd stag,

Orl. Who's there? That from the hunters' aim had ta'cn a hurt, Adam. What! my young master ?-0, my genDid come to languish; and, indeed, my lord,

lle master, The wretched animal heav'd forih such groans, O, my sweet master, O you memory That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat or old sir Rowland! why, what make you here? Almost to bursting; and the big round tears Why are you virtuous ? Why do people love you? Cours'd one another down his innocent nose And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and valiant In piteous chase : and thus the hairy cool, Why would you be so fonds to overcome Much marked of the melancholy Jaques,

The bony priser of the humorous duke ? Stood on the extremest verge ol the swift brook, Your praise is come too swiltly home before y Augmenting it with tears.

Know you not, master, to some kind of men Duke S.

But what said Jaques ? Their graces serve them but as enemies ? Did he not moralize this spectacle ?

No more do yours: your virtues, gentle master, I Lurd. O, yes, into a thousand similes. Are sanctified and holy traitors to you. First, for his weeping in the needless stream; 0, what a world is this, when what is comely Poor deer, quoth he, thou mak'st a testament Envenoms him that bears it? As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more

Orl. Why, what's the matter? To that which had too much: Then, being alone, Adam.

unhappy youth, Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends;

Come not within these doors ; within this roof

The eneiny of all your graces lives : (!) Barbed arrows. (2) Encounter. (3) Scurvy. Sink into dejection. (5) Memorial.

(6) Inconsiderate.

hither;

my food ?

2

Your brother-(no, no brother; yet the son- man's apparel, and to cry like a woman : but I must Yet not the son ;-I will not call him son- comfort ihe weaker vessel, as doublet and hose or him I was about to call his father, )

ought to show itsell courageous to petticoat: there. Hath heard your praises ; and this night he means fore, courage, good Aliena. To burn the lodzing where you used to lie, Cel. I pray you, bear with me; I cannot go no And you within it: if he fail of that,

further. He will have other means to cut you off:

Torch. For my part, I had rather bear with you, I overheard him, and his practices.

than bear you : yet I should bear no cross, if I did This is no place,' this house is but a butchery; bear you ; for, I' think, you have no money in your Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it.

purse. Orl. Why, whither, Adam, would'st thou have Ros. Well, this is the forest of Arden. me go?

Touch. Ay, now am I in Arden : the more fool Ailam. No matter whither, so you come not here. ! ; when I was at home, I was in a better place; Orl. What, would'st thou have me go and beg but travellers must be content.

Ros. Ay, be so, good Touchstone :-Look you Or, with a base and boisterous sword, enforce who comes here ; a young man, and an old, in A thievish living on the common road ?

solemn talk. This I must do, or know not what to do:

Enter Corin and Silvius.
Yet this I will not do, do how I can;
I rather will subject me to the malice

Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you still. Or a diverted blood,? and bloody brother.

Sil. O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love her! Adam. But do not so : I have five hundred Cor. I partly guess; for I have lov'd ere now. crowns,

Sil. No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess; The thrilly hire 'I sav'd under your father, Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover Which I did store, :o be my fóster-nurse, As ever sish'd upon a midnight pillow : When service should in my old limbs lie lame, But if thy love were ever like to mine And unregarded age in corners thrown;

(As sure I think did never man love so,) Take that: and He that doth the ravens (eed, How many actions most ridiculous Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,

Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy? Be comfort to my age! Here is the gold ;

Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten. All this I give you : Let me be your servant ; Sil. O, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily: Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty : I

If thou remember'st not the slightest solly For in my youth I never did apply

That ever love did make thee run into,
Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood;

Thou hast not lov'd :
Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo Or if thou hast not sat as I do now,
The means of weakness and debility;

Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress' praise,
Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,

Thou hast not lov'd ; Frosty, but kindly: Let me go with you ;

Or if thou has not broke from company, I'll do the service of a younger man

Abruptly, as my passion now makes me, In all your business and necessities,

Thou hast not lov'd :-0 Phebe, Phebe, Phebe! Orl. ( good old man ; how well in thee appears

[Erit Silvius, The constant service of the antique world,

Ros. Alas, poor shepherd ! searching of thy When scrvice sweat for duty, not for meed!

wound, Thou art not for the fashion of these times, I have by hard adventure sound mine own. Where none will sweat, but for promotion; Touch. And I inine: I remember, when I was And having that, do choke their service up in love, I broke my sword upon a stone, and bid Even with the having: it is not so with thec. him take that for coming ani ht' to Jane Smile: But, poor old man, thou prun'st a rotten tree, and I remember the kissing of her batlet,' and the That cannot so much as a blossom yield, cow's dugs that her pretty chop'd hands had milkid: In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry :

and I remember the wooing of a peascod instead But come thy ways, we'll go along together; of her; from whom I took two cods, and giving And ere we have ihy youthful wages spent, her them again, said with weeping tears, Wear We'll light upon some settled low content. these for my sake. We, that are true lovers, run

Adam. Master, go on; and I will follow thee, into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, To the last gasp, with truth and lovalty.

so is all nature in love mortal in folly. From seventeen years till now almost lourscore Ros. Theu speak'st wiser, than thou art 'ware of. Here lived I, but now live here no more.

Touch. Nay, I shall ne'er be 'ware of mine owa At seventeen years many their fortunes seek; wit, till I break my shins against it. But at fourscore, it is too late a week;

Ros. Jove! Jove! this shepherd's passion Yet fortune cannot recompense me better,

Is much upon my fashion. Than to die well, and not my master's debtor. Touch. And mine ; but it grows something stale

(Ereunt. SCENE IV.-The Forest of Arden.

Cel. I pray you, one of you question yond man,

Enter if he for gold will give us any food;
Rosalind in boy's clothes, Celia drest like a I faint almost to death.
Shepherdess, and Touchstone.

Touch. Holla;

ou, clown! Ros. O Jupiter ! how weary are my spirits ! Ros. Peace, fool; he's not thy kiusman.

Touch. I care not for my spirits, if my legs were Cor. Who calls ? not weary.

Touch. Your belters, sir. Ros. I could find in my heart to disgrace my Cor. Elsc are they very wretched. (1) Mansion, residence.

(4) In the night. 12) Blood turned from its natural course. (5) The instrument with which washers beat (3) A piece of money stamped with a cross. Iclothes.

with me.

Ros,

Peace, I say :- Come, sing; and you that will not, hold your Good even to you, friend.

tongues. Cor. And to you, gentle sir, and to you all. Ami. Well, I'll end the song -Sirs, cover the

Ros. I pr’ythee, shepherd, is that love, or gold, while ; the duke will drink under this tree :-he Can in this desert place buy entertainment,

hath been all this day to look you. Bring us where we may rest ourselves, and feed : Jaq. And I have been all this day to avoid him. Here's a young maid with travel much oppress’d, He is too dispútable for my company: I think of And saints for succour.

as many matters as he ; but I give heaven thanks, Cor. Fair sir, I pity her,

and make no boast of them. Come, warble, come. And wish for her sake, more than for mine own,

SONG.
My fortunes were more able to relieve her:
But I am shepherd to another inan,

Who doth ambition shun, (All together here. And do not shear the fleeces that I graze;

And loves to live i' the sun, My master is of churlish disposition,

Seeking the food he eats, And little recks' to find the way to heaven

And pleas'd with what he gets, By doing deeds of hospitality :

Come hither, come hither, come hither; Besides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed,

Here shall he see Are now on sale, and at our sheepcote now,

No enemy, By reason of his absence, there is nothing

But winter and rough weather. That you will feed on: but what is, come see, Jaq. I'll give you a verse to this note, that I And in my voice most welcome shall you be.

made yesterday in despite of my invention. Ros. What is he that shall buy his flock and Ami. And I'll sing it. pasture ?

Jay. Thus it goes: Cor. That young swain that you saw here but

If it do come to pass, erewhile,

That any man turn ass, That little cares for buying any thing.

Learing his wealth and ease, Ros. I pray thee, is it stand with honesty,

A stubborn will to please, Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the flock,

Duciàme, ducdùme, ducdàme; And thou shalt have to pay for it of us.

Here shall he

see, Cd. And we will mend thy wages : I like this

Gross fools as he,
place,

An if he will come to Ami.
And willingly could waste my time in it.
Cor. Assuredly, the thing is to be sold :

Ami. What's that ducdùme ?
Go with me; if you like, upon report,

Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a The soil, the profit, and this kind of life,

circle. I'll go sleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail I will your very faithful feeder be,

against all the first-born of Egypt. And buy it with your gold right suddenly. [Exe.

Ami. And I'll go scek the duke; his banquet is prepar’d.

(Exeunt severally. SCENE V.-The same. Enter Amiens, Jaques, SCENE VI.The same. and others.

Enter Orlando and

Adam.
SONG.

Adlam. Dear master, I can go no further : 0, I Ami. Under the greenwood tree,

die for food! Here lie I down, anl measure out Who loves lo lie with me,

my grave. Farewell, kind master. And tune his merry note

Orl. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart Unto the sweet bird's throat,

in thee? Live a little ; comfort a little ; cheer thyCome hither, come hither, come hither; self a little : Is this uncouth forest yield any thing Here shall he see

savage, I will either be food for it, or bring it for No enemy,

food to thee. Thy conceit is nearer death than Lut winter and rough weather.

thy powers. For my sake, be comfortable; hold

death a while at the arm's end: I will here be with Jaq. More, more, I pr’ythee, more. Ami. It will make you melancholy, monsieur to eat, I'll give thee leave to die: but if thou diest

thee presently; and if I bring thee not something Jagues.

before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Jaq. I thank it. More, I pr’ythee, more. I can Well said ! thou look’st cheerly: and I'll be with suck melancholy out of a song, as a weazel sucks thee quicklv.-Yet thou liest in the bleak air : eggs: More, I pr’ythee, more. Ami. My voice is ragged ;; I know, I cannot shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any

Come, I will bear thee to some sheller; and thou please you.

Jaq. I do not desire you to please me, I do desire thing in this desert. Cheerly, good Adam! (Exe. you to sing : Come, more; another stanza; Call SCENE VII.-The same. A table set out. Enter you them slanzas ?

Duke senior, Amiens, Lords, and others. Ami. What you will, monsieur Jaques. Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names; they owe

Duke $. I think he be transform'd into a beast; me nothing : Will you sing ?

For I can no where find him like a man. Ami. More at your request, than to please myself.

i Lord. My lord, he is but even now gone hence ; Jag. Well then, if ever I thank any man, i'li Here was he merry, hearing of a song. thank you : but that they call compliment, is like

Duke S. If he, compact of jars, grow musical,

We shall have shortly discord in the spheres :the encounter of two dog-apes; and when a man thanks me heartily, methinks I'have given him a Go, seek him; tell him, I would speak with him. penny, and he records me the beggarly thanks.

Enter Jaques. (1) Cares.

i Lord. He saves my labour by his own approach, (2) Ragged and rugged had formerly the same meaning

(3) Disputatious. (4) Made up of discords.

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