SCENE II. A Room in the Palace. Enter Duke FREDERICK, Lords, and Attendants. Duke F. Can it be possible, that no man saw them? It cannot be some villains of my court 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 oft Your grace was wont to laugh, is also missing. Duke F. Send to his brother; fetch that gallant hither; If he be absent, bring his brother to me, s Scurvy. 6 [Exeunt. 6 Sink into dejection. SCENE III. Before Oliver's House. Enter ORLANDO and ADAM, meeting. Orl. Who's there? Adam. What! my young master?-O, my gentle master, Ó, my sweet master, O you memory 7 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 8 The bony prizer of the humorous duke? Your praise is come too swiftly home before you. No more do yours; your virtues, gentle master, O, what a world is this, when what is comely Orl. Why, what's the matter? O unhappy youth, 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,) 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: This is no place, this house is but a butchery; 7 Memorial. 8 Inconsiderate. Orl. Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go? Adam. No matter whither, so you come not here. Orl. What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my food? Or, with a base and boisterous sword, enforce I rather will subject me to the malice crowns, The thrifty hire I sav'd under your father, Orl. O good old man; how well in thee appears 9 Blood turned from its natural course. In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry: [Exeunt. SCENE IV. 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 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 can 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. Touch. Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool 1 A piece of money stamped with a cross.j 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. Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy? Or if thou hast not sat as I do now, Or if thou hast not broke from company, Touch. And I mine: We, that are true lovers, run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly. Ros. Thou speak'st wiser, than thou art 'ware of. Touch. Nay, I shall ne'er be 'ware of mine own wit, till I break my shins against it. Ros. Jove! Jove! this shepherd's passion Is much upon my fashion. |