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SCENE II Changes to the palace again.
Enter Duke Frederick, with Lords.
i Lord. I cannot hear of any that did see her,
2 Lord. My Lord, the roynish clown at whom so oft
Duke. 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 Jet not search and inquisition quail To bring again these foolish runaways. [Exeunt.
SCENE III. Changes to Oliver's house.
Enter Orlando and Adam.
Orla. Who's there?
be fo fond to overcome
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No more do your's ; your virtues, gentle Master, T
Orla. Why, what's the matter?
Adam. O unhappy youth,
me go? Adam. No matter whither, fo you come not here)
Orla. What, wouldit thou have me go and beg my Or with a base and boisterous sword enforce [food? A thievith 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, and bloody brother,
odam. ' But do not fo; I have five hundred crowns, · The thrifty hire I fav’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 iparrow, • 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 luity; * For in my youth I never did apply · Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; • Nor did I with unbathtul forehead woo - The means of weakness and debility;
• Therefore my age is as a luity winter,
Frosty, but kindly; let me go with you ;?
Orla. Oh! good old man, how well in thee appears.
Adam. Maiter, go on; and I will follow thee
But at fourscore, it is too late a week;
SCENE IV. Changes to the forest of Srden. Enter Rohalind in boys cloaths for Ganymede, Celia
drefi'd like a shepherdefs for Aliena, and Clown.
Clo. 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 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 further. Clo. For my part, I had rather bear with you, than
hear you; yet I Mould bear no cross, if I did bear you ; for I think you have no money in your purse.
Rof. Well, this is the forest of Arden.
C13. Ay; now I am in Arden, the more fool I'; when I was at home, I was in a better place; but travellers must be content.
Rof. Ay, be fo, good Touchitone. Look you, who comes here; a young man and an old in solemn talk:
Enter Corin and Sylvius. Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you still. Syl. O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love her! Cor. I partly guess; for I have lov'd ere now.
Syl. No, Corin, being old, thou can't not guess, Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover, As ever figh'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 molt ridiculous Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?
Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
Syl. “0, thou didst then ne'er love to heartily: • If thou remember'it not the flightest folly,
That ever love did make thee run into; 6. Thou hast not lov’d. • Or if thou hast not fat as I do now,
Wearying the hearer in thy mistress' praise, . Thou hait not lov'd. « Or if thou hait not broke from company
Abruptly, as my passion now makes me ; < Thou hast not lov'd.' Phebe! Phebe! Fhebe!
[Exit. Syl. Rof. Alas, poor shepherd ! searching of thy wound, I have by hard adventure found my own.
Clo. “And I mine. I remeniber, when I was in “ love, I broke my sword upon a stone, and bid him “ take that for coming a-nights to Jane Smile; and I “ remember the killing of her batlet, and the cow's
dugs that her pretty chopt hands had milk'd ; and * I remember the wooing of a pearcod instead of her, “ from whom I took two cods, and giving her them “ again, faid with weeping tears, Wear these for my
“ fake. We that are true lovers, run into 'strange
caperş; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all na ture in love mortal in folly.” Rof. Thou speak'st wiser, than thou art ware of.
Gla. Nay, I fhall ne'er be ware of mine own wit, till I break my shins against it.
Rof. Joye ! Jove ! this shepherd's passion is much upon my fashion. Clo. And mine; but it grows something stale with me.
Cel. I pray you, one of you question yond man,
Clo. Hola ; you, clown!
Rof. I pr’ythee, shepherd, if that love or gokl
Cor. Fair Sir, I pity her,
but what is, come fee, And in my voice most welcome shall you be. Rof. What is he that shall buy his flock and pa
fture ? Cor. That young swain that you saw here but ère“
while, That little cares for buying any thing.