The Palace. SCENE II. Enter Duke FREDERIC, with Lords. Duke. Can it be poffible that no man faw them? I Lord. I cannot hear of any that did see her. 2 Lord. My lord, the roynish clown, at whom so oft Your daughter and her coufin much commend That did but lately foil the finewy Charles; Duke. Send to his brother: fetch that gallant hither; If he be absent, bring his brother to me, I'll make him find him. Do this fuddenly; OLIVER'S House. SCENE III. [Exe Enter ORLANDO and ADAM. Orla. Who's there? Adam. What! my young mafter !-Oh, my gentle mafter, Oh, my fweet mafter, O you memory Of old Sir Rowland! why, what make you here? Oh, what a world is this, when what is comely Orla. Why, what's the matter? Come not within thefe doors; within this roof Your brother (no; no brother; yet the fon Hath heard your praises; and this night he means And you off: This is no place, this houfe is but a butchery; Orla. Why, whither, Adam, wouldft thou have me go? Adam. No matter whither, fo you come not here. Orla. What, wouldft thou have me go and beg my food? Or, with a base and boisterous fword, enforce A thievifh living on the common road? 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 fav'd under your father, Which I did ftore to be my fofter nurse, When service should in my old limbs lie lame, Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Orla. Oh, good old man ! how well in thee appears The conftant fervice of the antique world, Adam. Mafter, go on; and I will follow thee SCENE IV. [Exes. The Foreft of Arden. Enter ROSALIND in boy's clothes, for Ganimed; CELIA dreffed like a shepherdess for Aliena, and TOUCHSTONE the Clown. Rof. O Jupiter! how weary are my spirits! 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 muft comfort the weaker veffel, 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. Clo. For my part, I had rather bear with you than bear you yet I fhould bear no cross,[9] 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 trav ellers must be content. [9] A Crofs was a piece of money ftamped with a cross, On this our author is perpetually quibbling. STEEV. Rof. Ay, be fo, good Touchstone :-Look you, who comes here; a young man, and an old, in folemn talk. Enter CORIN and SYLVIUS. Cor. That is the way to make her fcorn you ftill. Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten. Or if thou haft not fat as I do now, Or if thou haft not broke from company Clo. And I mine. I remember, when I was in love, I broke my fword upon a ftone, and bid him take that for coming o'nights to Jane Smile and I remember the kiffing of her batlet,[1] and the cow's dugs that her pretty chopt hands had milk'd: and I remember the wooing of a peafcod inftead of her; from whom I took two cods,[2] and, giving her them again, said with weeping tears, Wear thefe for my fake. We, that are true lovers, run into ftrange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, fo is all nature in love, mortal in folly. Rof. Thou fpeak'ft wiser than thou art 'ware of. Clo. Nay, I fhall ne'er be aware of mine own wit,. till I break my thins against it. [1] The inftrument with which washers beat their coarfe clothes. JOHN. [2] For Cods, it would be more like fenfe to read Peas, which having the fhape of pearls, refembled the common prefents of lovers. JOHNS. Rof. Jove! Jove! this fhepherd's paffion is much upon my fashion. Clo. And mine; but it grows fomething stale with me. Cel. I pray you, one of you queftion yon man, If he for gold will give us any food : I faint almoft to death. Clo. Holla! you clown! Rof. Peace, fool; he's not thy kinsman. Clo. Your betters, fir. Cor. Elfe, they are very wretched. Rof. Peace, I fay. Good even to you, friend. Cor. Fair fir, I pity her; And wifh for her fake, more than for mine own, And do not fhear the fleeces that I graze ; And little recks to find the way to heaven Befides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed Rof. What is he that fhall buy his flock and pafture? Cor. That young fwain, that ye faw here but erewhile, That little cares for buying any thing. Rof. I pray thee, if it ftand with honefty, Buy thou the cottage, pafture, and the flock, And thou shalt have to pay for it of us. Cel. And we will mend thy wages: I like this place, And willingly could wafte my time in it. Cor. Affuredly the thing is to be fold; Go with me. If you like, upon report, The foil, the profit, and this kind of life, I will your very faithful feeder be, And buy it with your gold right fuddenly. [Exeunt. |