Enter Armado.

Arm. Sweet Majefty, vouchfafe me
Prin. Was not that Hector?
Dum. That worthy knight of Troy.

Arm. I will kifs thy royal finger, and take leave. I am a votary: I have vow'd to Jaquenetta to hold the plough for her fweet love three years. But, mostefteem'd Greatnefs, will you hear the dialogue that the two learned men have complied, in praise of the owl and the cuckow? it fhould have follow'd in the end of our fhow.

King. Call them forth quickly, we will do fo.
Arm. Holla! approach.

Enter all, for the fong.

This fide is Hiems, winter.

This Ver, the fpring: The one maintain'd by the owl;
The other by the cockow.
Ver, begin.

The SON G.

SPRING.

When daizies pied, and violets blue,
And lady-finocks all filver-white,
And cuckow-buds of yellow hue,

Do paint the meadows much bedight;
The cuckow then on every tree
Mocks married men; for thus fings he.
Cuckow!

Cuckow! cuckow! O word of fear,
Unpleafing to a married ear!

When Shepherds pipe on oaten straws,

And merry larks are ploughmens' clocks :
When turtles tread, and rooks and daws;

And maidens bleach their fummer-fmocks:
The cuckow then on every tree
Mocks married men; for thus fings he,
Cuckow!

Cuckow! cuckow! O word of fear,
Unpleafing to a married ear!

WINTER.

TY

WINTER. ?

When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail ;
And Tom bears logs into the hall,.

And milk comes frozen home in pail ;
When blood is nipt, and ways
be foul,
Then nightly fings the ftaring owl,
Tu-whit! to-avhoo!

A merry note,

While greafy Jone doth keel pot.
When all aloud the wind doth blow,

And coughing drowns the parfon's faw
And birds fit brooding in the fnow,

And Marian's nofe looks red and raw;
When roafted crabs hifs in the bowl,
Then nightly fings the ftaring owl,
Tu-whit! to-whoo!

A merry note,

While greafy Fone doth keel the pot.

Arm. The words of Mercury
Are harsh after the fongs of Apollo:
You, that way; we, this way.

AS YOU LIKE IT.

1

DRAMATIS PERSONE.

Jaques, younger brothers Orlando, to Oliver. Adam, an old fervant of Sir Rowland de Boys, now fol lowing the fortunes of Orlando.

DUKE.

Amiens,

Frederick,brother tothe Duke
and ufurper of his dukedom.
Lords attending
upon the Dukein
Jaques,
his banishment.
Le Beu, a courtier attending
on Frederick.

Touchstone, a clown attend-
ing on Celia and Rofalind.
Corin,
Sylvius,
Shepherds.
Aclown in love with Audrey.
William, another clown in
love with Audrey.

Oliver, eldest fon to Sir Row-
land de Boys, who had for-
merly been a fervant to the
Duke.

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Sir Oliver Mar-text, a coun-
try curate.
Rofalind, daughter to the
Duke.

vant to the ufurping Duke Frederick.

Orla.

Celia, daughter to Frederick. Phebe, a jhepherdess. Audrey, a country wench. Lords belonging to the two Dukes; with pages, Forejlers, and other attendants.

Dennis, fervant to Oliver.
Charles, a wrestler, and fer-
The SCENE lies, firft, near Oliver's houfe; and, afterwards,
partly in the Duke's court and partly in the forest of i den.

ACT I. SCENE I.

Oliver's orchard.'

Enter Orlando and Adam.

A

SI remember, Adam, it was upon this my father bequeath'd me by will but a poor thousand crowns; and, as thou fayt, charged my brother on his bleffing to breed me well; and there begins my fadnefs. My brother Jaques he keeps at school, and report speaks goldenly of his profit; for my part, he keeps me ruftically at home, or, to speak more properly, ftays me here at home, unkept; for call you that keeping for a gentleVOL. II. E e

man

man of my birth, that differs not from the ftalling of an ox? His horfes are bred better; for befides that they are fair with their feeding, they are taught their manage, and to that end riders dearly hired: but I, his brother, gain nothing under him but growth; for the which his animals on his dunghills are as much bound to him as I. Befides this nothing that he fo plentifully gives me, the fomething that nature gave me, his difcountenance feems to take from me. He lets me feed with his hinds, bars me the place of a brother, and, as much as in him lies, mines my gentility with my education. This is it, Adam, that grieves me; and the fpirit of my father, which I think is within me, begins to mutiny against this fervitude. I will no longer endure it, though yet I know no wise remedy how to avoide it.

SCENE II. Enter Oliver.

Adam. Yonder comes my master, your brother. Orla. Go apart, Adam, and thou fhalt hear how he will thake me up.

Oli. Now, Sir, what make you here?

Orla. Nothing: I am not taught to make any thing. Oli. What mar you then, Sir?

Orl. Marry, Sir, I am helping you to mar that which God made; a poor unworthy brother of your's with idlenefs.

Oli. Marry, Sir, be better employ'd, and be nought a while.

Orla. Shall I keep your hogs, and eat huíks with them? What prodigal's portion have I spent, that I fhould come to fuch penury?

Oli. Know you where you are, Sir!

Orla. O, Sir, very well; here in your orchard.
Oli. Know you before whom, Sir?

Orla. Ay, better than he I am before, knows me, I know, you are my eldest brother; and, in the gentle condition of blood, you fhould fo know me: the courtefy of nations allows you my better, in that you are the firft-born; but the fame tradition takes not away my blood, were there twenty brothers betwixt us. I

have as much of my father in me, as you; albeit I confefs your coming before me is nearer to his revenue. Oli. What, boy!

Orla. Come, come, elder brother, you are too young in this.

Oli. Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain !

Orla. I am no villain. I am the youngest son of Sir Rowland de Boys; he was my father, and he is thrice a villain that fays, fuch a father begot villains. Wert thou not my brother, I would not take this hand from thy throat, till this other had pull'd out thy tongue for faying fo; thou haft rail'd on thyself.

Adam. Sweet mafters, be patient; for your father's remembrance, be at accord.

Oli. Let me go, I fay.

Orla. I will not, till I pleafe; you fhall hear me. My father charge'd you in his will to give me good education: you have train'd me up like a peasant, obscu ring and hiding from me all gentleman-like qualities; the fpirit of my father grows ftrong in me, and I will no longer endure it; therefore allow me fuch exercifes as may become a gentleman; or give me the poor al lottery my father left me by teftament; with that I will go buy my fortunes.

Oli. And what wilt thou do? beg, when that is fpent? well, Sir, get you in. I will not long be trou bled with you: you shall have some part of your will. I pray you, leave me.

Orla. I will no further offend you, than becomes me for my good.

Oli. Get you with him, you old dog.

Adam. Is old dog my reward? moft true, I have loft my teeth in your fervice. God be with my old master, he would not have spoke fuch a word.

[Exeunt Orlando and Adam,

SCENE

III.

Oli. Is it even fo? begin you to grow upon me? I will phyfic your ranknefs, and yet give no thoufand crowns neither. Holla, Dennis !