And let not search and inquisition quail
To bring again these foolish runaways.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III

Before Oliver's house.

Enter Orlando and Adam, meeting.

Orl. Who's there?

Adam. What, my young master? O my gentle

master!

O 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, strong and
valiant?

Why would you be so fond to overcome

The bonny priser of the humorous Duke?

Your praise is come too swiftly home before
you.

Know you not, master, to some kind of men 10
Their graces serve them but as enemies?
No more do yours: your virtues, gentle master,
Are sanctified and holy traitors to you.

O, what a world is this, when what is comely
Envenoms him that bears it!

8. "bonny"; big, burly.-C. H. H.

12. "no more do yours," a somewhat loose construction, but one easily understood, the force of the previous sentence being "to some kind of men their graces serve them not as friends."-I. G.

15. "Envenoms"; acts as a poison upon (not "makes poisonous").C. H. H.

Orl. Why, what's the matter?

(Adam.

O unhappy youth!

Come not within these doors; within this roof
The enemy of all your graces lives:

Your brother-no, no brother; yet the son-
Yet not the son, I will not call him son,

Of him I was about to call his father,

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Hath heard your praises, and this night he

means

To burn the lodging where you use to lie
And 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 here. 30 Orl. What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my

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 so. I have five hundred crowns,
The thrifty hire I saved under your father,
Which I did store to be foster-nurse
my

When service should in my old limbs lie lame,
And unregarded age in corners thrown:
Take that, and He that doth the ravens feed,

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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:
Though 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 not with unbashful forehead woo
The means of weakness and debility;
Therefore 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 necessities.

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60

Orl. O good old man, how well in thee appears
The constant service of the antique world,
When service sweat for duty, not for meed!
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 so with thee.
But, poor old man, thou prunest a rotten tree,
That cannot so much as a blossom 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

50. "unbashful"; immodest, unchaste.-C. H. H.

65. "in lieu of"; in return for.-H. N. H.

68. "content"; contented state.-C. H. H.

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71. "seventeen"; Rowe's emendation for "seaventie" of the Folios. -I. G.

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 recompense me better
Than to die well and not my master's debtor.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV

The Forest of Arden.

Enter Rosalind for Ganymede, Celia for
Aliena, and Touchstone.

Ros. O Jupiter, how weary are my spirits!
Touch. I care not for my spirits, if my legs
were not weary.

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 bear you; for I think you
have no money in your purse.

Ros. Well, this is the forest of Arden.

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1. "weary"; Theobald's emendation for “merry" of the Folios, and generally adopted; some scholars are in favor of the Folio reading, and put it down to Rosalind's assumed merriment; her subsequent confession as to her weariness must then be taken as an aside.—I. G.

Touch. Aye, now am I in Arden; the more fool
I; when I was at home, I was in a better
place: but travelers must be content.
Ros. Aye, be so, good Touchstone.

older

yourjosil.

Look

Enter Corin and Silvius.

you, who comes here; a young man
and an old in solemn talk.

Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you still.
il. O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love
her!

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Cor. I partly guess; for I have loved 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?

Didn't love Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
I do Sil. O, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily!

like

If thou remember'st not the slighest folly

That ever love did make thee run into,

Thou hast not loved:

Or if thou hast not sat as I do now,

Wearing thy hearer in thy mistress' praise,
Thou hast not loved:

Of if thou hast not broke from company
Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,
Thou hast not loved.

O Phebe, Phebe, Phebe!

30. "48"; though.-C. H. H.

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[Exit.

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