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Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens,
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;
And she believes, where ever they are gone,
Duke. Send to his brother, fetch that gallant hi
SCENE changes to Oliver's House.
Enter ORLANDO and ADAM.
[master, Adam. What ! my young master? oh, my gentle
sweet master, O you memory
be fo fond to overcome
(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
Young gentleman, your fpirits are too bold for your years ;
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
Adam. But do not fo; I have five liundred crowns,
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,
my age is as a lusty winter,
Orla. Oh! good old man, how well in thee appears
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
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
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 !