Go to my cave and tell me.--Good old man,
Thou art right welcome, as thy master is:-
Support him by the arm. - Give me your hand,
And let me all your fortunes understand.

[Exeunt.

ACT THE THIRD.

SCENE I.

The Palace.

Enter DUKE FREDERICK, LORDS, and OLIVER.

Fred. Not see him since? Sir, sir, that cannot be:
But were I not the better part made mercy,
I should not seek an absent argument
Of my revenge, thou present: But look to it;
Find out thy brother, whereso'er he is;
Bring him dead or living,

Within this twelvemonth, or turn thou no more
To seek a living in our territory.

Thy lands, and all things that thou dost call thine,
Worth seizure, do we seize into our hands;
Till thou canst quit thee by thy brother's mouth,
Of what we think against thee.

Oliv. Oh, that your highness knew my heart in this! I never lov'd my brother in my life.

Fred. More villain thou.-Well, push him out of

doors:

And let my officers of such a nature

Make an extent upon his house and lands:

Do this expediently, and turn him going. [Exeunt.

SCENE II.

The Forest,

Enter ORLANDO.

Orl. Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love: And thou, thrice-crowned queen of night, survey With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above, Thy huntress' name, that my full life doth sway. O Rosalind! these trees shall be my books, And in their barks my thoughts I'll character; That every eye, which in this forest looks, Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where. Run, run, Orlando; carve on every tree, The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she.

Enter CORIN and TOUCHSTONE.

[Exit.

Corin. And how like you this shepherd's life, mas. ter Touchstone?

Touch. Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, it is naught. In respect that is it solitary, I like it very well; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious. As it is a spare life, look you, it fits my humour well; but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd?

Corin. No more, but that I know, the more one sickens, the worse at ease he is; and that he, that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends: That the property of rain is to wet, and fire to burn: That good pasture makes fat sheep; and that a great cause of the night, is the lack of the sun: he, that hath learned no wit by naturg

That he.