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Sweep on, you fat and greafy citizens,
"Tis just the fashion; wherefore do you
look
Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?
Thus moft invectively he pierceth through
The body of the country, city, court,
Yea, and of this our life; fwearing that we
Are mere ufurpers, tyrants, and what's worfe,
To fright the animals, and to kill them up
In their affigned 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.

Duke Sen. Show me the place:

I love to cope him in these fullen fits,

For then he's full of matter.

[menting

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 poffible that no man faw 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 fee 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 roynifh clown, at whom fe oft

Your Grace was wont to laugh, is also missing: Hifperia, the Princefs' gentlewoman,

Confeffes that the fecretly o'er-heard

Your daughter and her cousin much commend
The parts and graces of the wrefier
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 hi If he be absent, 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 changes to Oliver's Houfe.

Enter ORLANDO and ADAM.

Orla. Who's there?

[mafter,

Adam. What! my young mafter? oh, my gentle Oh, my 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, ftrong, and valiant? Why would you be fo fond to overcome

The bonny prizer of the humorous Duke? (10) Your praife is come too fwiftly home before you. Know you not, master, to some kind of men Their graces ferve them but as enemies?

(10) The bonny prifer of the humorous Duke.] Mr Warbur ton advifes to read,

The boney prifer

an epithet more agreeing with the wreftler, who is charac terized for his bulk and ftrength; not his gaiety, humour, or affability I have not disturbed the text, as the other reading gives fenfe; though there are feveral passages in the play which in good meature vouch for my friend's conjecture. The Duke fays, fpeaking of the difference betwixt him and Orlando;

You will take little delight in it, I can tell you, there is fuch odds in the men.

And the Princefs fays to Orlando;

Young gentleman, your fpirits are too bold for your years; you have feca cruel proof of the man's ftrength.

And again when they were' wrestling;

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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,

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 ly,
if he fail of that,
within it;
you
He will have other means to cut you off;

And

I overheard him, and his practices:

This is no place, this houfe 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.

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

I would I were invisible, to catch the strong fellow by the leg.

And in another paffage he is characterized by the name of the finewy Charles.

When fervice 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 fparrow,
Be comfort to my age; here is the gold,
All this I give you, let me be your fervant;
Tho' 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 unbafhful forehead woo
The means of weakness and debility:
is as a lufty winter,
Frofty, but kindly; let me go with you;
I'll do the fervice of a younger man
In all your bufinefs and neceffities.

Therefore my age

Orla. Oh! good old man, how well in thee appears The conftant fervice of the antique world; When service fwate for duty, not for ineed! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will fweat but for promotion: And, having that, do choke their fervice up Even with the having; it is not so with thee; But, poor old man, thou pruneft 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 some settled low content.

Adam. Mafter, go on; and I will follow thee To the laft gafp with truth and loyalty. From seventeen years, 'till now almost fourfcore, Here lived I, but now live here no more. At feventeen years many their fortunes feek, But at four core, 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 Foreft of Arden.

Enter ROSALIND in boys cloaths for Ganymed CELIA, dreffed like a Shepherdefs for Aliena, and Clown.

Rof. O Jupiter! how weary are my fpirits! (11) 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 hofe ought to fhow itfelf 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 purfe.

Rof. Well, this is the foreft 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 fo, good Touchstone. Look you, who comes here; a young man and an old in foJemn talk.

Enter CORIN and SILVIUS.

Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you still.

(11) Jupiter! how merry are my Spirits !] And yet within the fpace of one intervening line the fays, the could find in her heart to difgrace her man's apparel, and cry like a woman. Sure this is but a very bad fymptom of the brifknefs of pirits; rather a direct proof of the contrary difpofition. Mr Warburton and I both concurred in conjecturing it fhould be, as I have reformed it in the text;-how weary are my spirits!

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