SCENE II. Changes to the palace again.

Enter Duke Frederick, with Lords.

Duke. Can it be poffible, that no man saw them It cannot be; fome villains of my court Are of confent and fufferance 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 roynish clown at whom so oft
Your Grace was wont to laugh, is alfo miffing:
Hefperia, the Princefs' gentlewoman,
Confeffes, that fhe fecretly o'erheard

Your daughter and her coufin much commend
The parts and Graces of the wrestler,
That did but lately foil the finewy Charles;
And the believes, where-ever they are gone,
That youth is furely in their company.

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Duke. Send to his brother, fetch that gallant hither: If he be abfent, bring his brother to me, I'll make him find him; do this fuddenly; And let not fearch and inquifition quail To bring again these foolish runaways.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III. Changes to Oliver's houfe.

Enter Orlando and Adam.

Orla. Who's there?

Adam. What my young mafter? oh, my gentle mafter,

Oh, my fweet master, O you memory

Of old Sir Rowland! why, what make you here?
Why are you virtuous? why do people love you?
And wherefore are you gentle, ftrong, and valiant?
Why would you be fo fond to overcome
The bony prifer of the humorous Duke?
Your praife is come too swiftly home before you.
Know you not, Mafter, to fome kind of men
Their graces ferve them but as enemies?

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No more do your's; your virtues, gentle Mafter,[T
Are. fanctified and holy traitors to you.

Oh, what a world is this, when what is comely
Invenoms him that bears it!

Orla. Why, what's the matter?
Adam. O unhappy youth,

Come not within thefe doors; within this roof
The enemy of all your graces lives :

Your brother (no; no brother; yet the fon,
Yet not the fon; I will not call him fon
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.

Orla. Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go ?

Adam. No matter whither, fo you come not here. Orla. What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my [food!

Or with a bafe and boisterous fword enforce

A thievifh 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 fubject me to the malice

Of a diverted blood, and bloody brother.

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Adam. But do not fo; I have five hundred crowns,
The thrifty hire I fav'd under your father,

• Which I did ftore to be my fofter-nurfe
When fervice fhould 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

fervant; Though I look old, yet I am strong and lufty; For in my youth I never did apply

Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood;

• Nor did I with unbathful forehead woo

The means of weakness and debility;

'Therefore

Therefore my age is as a luity winter,

Frofty, but kindly; let me go with you;' I'll do the fervice of a younger man

In all your bufinefs and neceffities.

Orla. Oh! good old man, how well in thee appears The conftant fervice of the antique world; When fervice fweat for duty, not for meed! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will fweat, but for promotion; And having that, do choak their service up Even with the having; it is not fo with thee; But, poor old man, thou prun't a rotten tree, That cannot fo much as a bloffom 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 fpent, We'll light upon fome fettled low content.

Adam. Matter, go on; and I will follow thee To the laft gafp with truth and loyalty. From feventeen years till now almost fourfcore Here lived I, but now live here no more. At feventeen years many their fortunes feek; 'But at fourfcore, it is too late a week; Yet Fortune cannot recompence me better Than to die well, and not my maiter's debtor. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Changes to the foreft of Arden., Enter Rofalind in boys cloaths for Ganymede, Celia drefs'd like a fhepherdefs for Aliena, and Clown. Rof. O Jupiter! how weary are my fpirits? Clo. I care not for my fpirits, if my legs were not

weary.

Rof. I could find in my heart to difgrace my man's apparel, and cry like a woman; but I must comfort the weaker veffel, as doublet and hose ought to fhow itfelf 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

bear

bear you; yet I fhould bear no crofs, if I did bear you; for I think you have no money in your purse. Ref. Well, this is the foreft of Arden.

Cl. 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.

Ref. Ay, be fo, good Touchstone. Look you, who comes here; a young man and an old in folemn talk. Enter Corin and Sylvius..

Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you ftill. Syl. O Corin, that thou knew'ft how I do love her! Cor. I partly guess; for I have lov'd ere now. Syl. No, Corin, being old, thou can'st not guess, Though in thy youth thou waft as true a lover, As ever figh'd upon a midnight-pillow; But if thy love were ever like to mine, (As fure, I think, did never man love fo), How many actions moft ridiculous

Haft thou been drawn to by thy fantasy ?

Cer. Into a thousand that I have forgotten.

Syl. O, thou didst then ne'er love fo heartily • If thou remember'ft not the flighteft folly,

That ever love did make thee run into; "Thou haft not lov'd.

Or if thou haft not fat as I do now,

Wearying the hearer in thy mistress' praise,
Thou halt not lov'd.-

• Or if thou hast not broke from company
Abruptly, as my paffion now makes me ;

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Thou haft not lov'd.'

O Phebe Phebe! Phebe !

[Exit. Syl. Rof. Alas, poor fhepherd! fearching of thy wound, I have by hard adventure found my own.

Clo." And I mine. I remember, when I was in "love, I broke my fword upon a stone, and bid him "take that for coming a-nights to Jane Smile; and I "remember the kiffing of her batlet, and the cow's

dugs that her pretty chopt hands had milk'd; and I remember the wooing of a peafcod inftead of her, "from whom I took two cods, and giving her them "again, faid with weeping tears, Wear thefe for my

"fake.

fake. We that are true lovers, run into ftrange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, fo is all na "ture in love mortal in folly.”

Rof. Thou fpeak'st wifer, than thou art ware of. Cla. Nay, I fhall ne'er be ware of mine own wit, till I break my shins against it.

Rof. Jove! Jove! this fhepherd's paffion is much upon my fashion.

Clo. And mine; but it grows fomething ftale with me. Cel. I pray you, one of you question yond man, If he for gold will give us any food;

I faint almoft to death.

Clo. Hola; you, clown!

Rof. Peace, fool; he's not thy kinsman.
Cor. Who calls?

Clo. Your betters, Sir.

Cor. Elfe they are very wretched,

Rof. Peace, I fay; Good even to you, friend.
Cor. And to you, gentle Sir, and to you all.
Rof. I pr'ythee, fhepherd, if that love or gokl
Can in this defart place buy entertainment,
Bring us where we may reft ourselves, and feed;
Here's a young maid with travel much oppress'd,
And faints for fuccour.

Cor. Fair Sir, I pity her,

And wish for her fake, more than for mine own,
My fortunes were more able to relieve her :

But I am fhepherd to another man,

And do not fheer the fleeces that I grafe;

My mafter is of a churlifh difpofition,

And little wreaks to find the way to heav'n

By doing deeds of hofpitality:

Befides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed
Are now on fale, and at our fheep-cote now,
By reafon of his abfence, there is nothing

That you
will feed on; but what is, come fee,
And in my voice most welcome shall you be.
Rof. What is he that fhall buy his flock and

fture?

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Cor. That young swain that you faw here but ere