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Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens,
'Tis just the fashion; wherefore do you look
Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?
Thus most invectively he pierceth through
The body of the country, city, court,
Yea, and of this our life; swearing that we
Are mere ufurpers, tyrants, and what's worfe,
To fright the animals, and to kill them up
In their asligned and native dwelling-place.
Duke Sen. And did you leave him in this cons

templation ? 2 Lord. We did, my Lord, weeping and comUpon the fobbing deer.

[menting Duke Sen. Show me the place : I love to cope him in these lullen fits; For then he's full of matter.

2 Lord. I'll bring you to him straight. [Exeunt.

SCENE changes to the Palace again.

Enter Duke FREDERICK with Lords. Duke. Can it be possible that no man saw them. It cannot be; some villains of my court Are of consent and sufferance in this.

i 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 untreasured of their mistress 2 Lord. My Lord, the roynish clown, at whom fo

oft Your Grace was wont to laugh, is also missing : Hifperia, the Princess' gentlewoman, Confefses that she secretly o'er-heard Your daughter and her cousin much commend The parts and

of the wrestier That did but lately foil the finewy Charles;


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And she believes, where ever they are gone,
That youth is furely in their company.

Duke. Send to his brother, fetch that gallant hi
If he be absent, bring his brother to me, [ther:
I'll make him find him; do this suddenly;
And let not search and inquisition quail
To bring again these foolish runaways. [Exeunte

SCENE changes to Oliver's House.

Oria. Who's there?

[master, Adam. What ! my young master? oh, my gentle

sweet 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, strong, and valiant?
Why would


be fo fond to overcome
The bonny prizer of the humorous Duke? (10)
Your praise is come too swiftly home before you.
Know you not, master, to some kind of men
Their graces serve them but as enemies ?

Oh, my

(10) The bonny priser of the humorous Duke.] Mr Warburton advises to read,

Thę boney priser an epithet more agreeing with the wrestler, who is characterized for his bulk and strength ; not his gaiety, humour, or affability I have not disturbed the text, as the other reading gives sense; though there are several passages in the play which in good meature vouch for my friend's conjecture. The Duke says, speaking of the difference betwixt him and Orlando;

You will take little delight in it, I can tell you, there is
such odds in the mea.
And the Princess says to Orlando;

Young gentleman, your fpirits are too bold for your years ;
you have sexa cruel proof of the man's strength.
And again when they were wrestling;
Vol. IV.



No more do yours; your virtues, gentle master, Are fanctified and holy traitors to you. - Oh, what a world is this, when what is comely Envenoms him that bears it!

Ora. Why, what's the matter ?

Adam. O unhappy youth, Comé not within thefe doors; within this roof The enemy of all your graces lives, Your brother--(no; no brother; yet the longYet not the fon; I will not call him son 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 ly, And within it; if he fail of that, He will have other means to cut you off; I overhcard 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, so you come not here.
Orla. What, wouldn thou have me go and beg

food ?
Or with a base and boisterous sword enforce
A thievish 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.

Adam. But do not fo; I have five liundred crowns,
The thrifty hire I saved under your father,
Which I did store, to be my foster nurse

would I were invisible, to catch the strong fellow by the leg And in another passage he is characterized by the name of the jinewy Charles.

When service should in my old limbs ly 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 servant;
Tho' I look old, yet I am strong and lusty;
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:

my age is as a lusty winter,
Frosty, but kindly; let me go with you;
I'll do the service of a younger man
In all your business and neceffities.

Orla. Oh! good old man, how well in thee appears
The constant service of the antique world ;
When service fwate for duty, not for ineed !
Thou art not for the fashion of these times,
Where none will sweat but for promotion :
And, having that, do choke their service up
Even with the having; it is not fo with thee;
But, poor old man, thou prunest a rotten tree,
That cannot so much as a blofom 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 spent,
We'll light upon some settled low content.

Adam. Master, go on; and I will follow thee To the last gasp with truth and loyalty. From seventeen years, 'till now almost fourscore, Here lived I, but now live here no more. At seventeen years many their fortunes seek, But at fourscore, it is too late a week; Yet fortune cannot recompence me better Than to die well, and not my master's debtor.

[Exeunt. SCENE changes to the Forest of Arden. Enter ROSALIND in boys cloaths for Ganymed,

ĆELIA, dressed like a Shepherdefs for Aliena, and
Ros. O Jupiter ! how weary are my spirits ! (11)

Clo. I care not for my fpirits, if my legs were: not weary.

Pof. I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's. apparel, and cry

like a woman;

but I must comfort the weaker velel, as doublet and hose ought to fhow itself courageous to petticoat; therefore, courage, good Aliena.

Cel. I pray you bear with me, I cannot go on further.

Clo. For my part, I had rather bear with you, than bear you; yet I should 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. Clo. 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 ío, good Touchitone. Look you,, who comes here; a young man and an old in so

jemn talk.

Enter CORIN and SILVIU3. Cor. That is the way to make her fcorn you still.

(11) 0 Jupiter! how merry are nr Spirits !) And yet within the space of one intervening line the says, the could find in her heart to disgrace her man's apparel, and cry like a woman. Sure this is but a very bad symptom of the brikkness of pic rits; racher a direct proof of the contrary dis -ofition. Mr Warburton and I both concurred in conjectur'ng it should be, as I have reforned it in thc text; -how weary are my 1pirits !

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