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Are of consent and sufferance in this.
1 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 untreasur'd of their mistress. 2 Lord. My lord, the roynish clown, at whom so
parts and graces of the wrestler
hither; If he be absent, bring his brother to me, I'll make him find bim: do this suddenly; And let not search and inquisition quail? To bring again these foolish runaways. [Exeunt.
Before Oliver's House.
Enter ORLANDO and ADAM, meeting. Orl. Who's there? Adam. What! my young master?-0, my gentle
master, O, my sweet master, O you memorys
6- the roynish clown] Rownish, from rogneur, French.
quail --) To quail is to faint, to sink into dejection.
O you memory -] Shakspeare often uses memory for memorial; and Beaumont and Fletcher sometimes.
Of old sir Rowland! why, what make you here?
Orl. Why, what's the matter?
O unhappy youth,
you within it: if he fail of that, He will have other means to cut you
off: I overheard him, and his practices. This is no place, this house is but a butchery; Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it. Orl. Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have
me go? Adam. No matter whither, so you come not
9-so fond -] i. e. so indiscreet, so inconsiderate.
'The bony priser -] The word bonny occurs more than once in the novel from which this play of As You Like It is taken. It is likewise much used by the common people in the northern counties. I believe, however, bony to be the true reading.
MALONE, ? This is no place,] i, e, for you.
Orl. What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my
Adam. But do not so: I have five hundred crowns,
Orl. O good old man; how well in thee appears
diverted-] turned out of the course of nature. 4 Eren with the having :) Even with the promotion gained by service is service extinguished. JOHNSON.
That cannot so much as a blossom yield,
Adam. Master, go on; and I will follow thee,
The Forest of Arden.
Enter Rosalind in boy's clothes, Celia drest like
a Shepherdess, and Touchstone. Ros. O Jupiter! how weary are my spirits! Touch. I care not for my spirits, if my legs were
Ros. I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel, and to cry like a woman: but I must comfort the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to show itself courageous to petticoat: therefore, courage, good Aliena.
Cel. I pray you, bear with me; I cannot go no further.
Touch. For my part, I had rather bear with you, than bear you: yet I should bear no cross, if I did
no cross,] A cross was a piece of money stamped with a cross. On this our author is perpetually quibbling.
bear you; for, I think, you have no money in your purse.
Ros. Well, this is the forest of Arden.
Touch. Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I; when I was at home, I was in a better place; but travellers must be content.
Ros. Ay, be so, good Touchstone:-Look you, who comes here; a young man, and an old, in solemn talk.
Enter CORIN and SILVIUS. Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you still. Sil. O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love
her! Cor. I partly guess; for I have lov'd ere now.
Sil. No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess; Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover As ever sigh’d upon a midnight pillow: But if thy love were ever like to mine, (As sure I think did never man love so,) How many actions most ridiculous Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?
Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
Sil. O, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily:
[Exit Silvius, Ros. Alas, poor shepherd! searching of thy
wound, I have by hard adventure found mine own.