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The Palace.

SCENE II.

Enter Duke FREDERIC, with Lords.

Duke. Can it be poffible that no man faw them?
It cannot be. Some villains of my court
Are of confent and sufferance in this.

I 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 untreafur'd of their mistress.

2 Lord. My lord, the roynish clown, at whom so oft
Your grace was wont to laugh, is also miffing.
Hefperia, the princefs' gentlewoman,
Confeffes that fhe fecretly o'erheard

Your daughter and her coufin much commend
The parts and graces of the wreftler,

That did but lately foil the finewy Charles;
And the believes, wherever they are gone,
That youth is furely in their company.

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;
And let not fearch and inquifition quail
To bring again thefe foolish runaways.

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?
Why are you virtuous? Why do people love you?
And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and valiant ?
Why would you be fo fond to overcome
The bony prifer of the humorous duke?
Your praise is come too swiftly home before you.
Know you not, master, to some kind of men
Their graces ferve them but as enemies?
No more do yours; your virtues, gentle mafter,
Are fanctified and holy traitors to you.

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

Orla. 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 lie,
within it if he fail of that,

And you
He will have other means to cut you
I overheard him and his practices.

off:

This is no place, this houfe is but a butchery;
Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it.

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?
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 fav'd under your father,

Which I did ftore to be my fofter nurse,

When service should in my old limbs lie lame,
And unregarded age in corners thrown.
Take that and He that doth the ravens feed,
Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,
Be comfort to my age! Here is the gold;
All this I give you: Let me be your fervant;
Though I look old, yet I am ftrong and lufty ::
For in my youth I never did apply

Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood;
Nor did I with unbashful forehead woo
The means of weakness and debility;
Therefore my age 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 business and neceffities.

Orla. Oh, good old man ! how well in thee appears

The conftant fervice of the antique world,
When service fweat for duty, not for meed!
Thou art not for the fashion of these times,
Where none will fweat but for promotion;
And having that, do choak their service up
Even with the having it is not fo with thee..
But, poor old man, thou prun'ft 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 spent,
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 feventeen years till now almoft fourfcore,
Here lived I,. but now live here no more.
At feventeen years many their fortunes feek;
But at fourfcore, it is too late a week:
Yet fortune cannot recompence me better,
Than to die well, and not my master's debtor.

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.
Syl. O Corin, that thou knew'ft how I do love her!
Cor. I partly guefs; for I have lov'd ere now.
Syl. No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess;
Though in thy youth thou waft as true a lover
As ever figh'd upon a midnight pillow:
But if thy love were ever like to mine,
(As fure I think did never man love so)
How many actions most ridiculous
Haft thou been drawn to by thy fantasy ?

Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
Syl. O thou didft then ne'er love fo heartily:
If thou remember'ft not the flightest folly
That ever love did make thee run into,
Thou haft not lov'd:

Or if thou haft not fat as I do now,
Wearying the hearer in thy mistress' praise,
Thou haft not lov'd:

Or if thou haft not broke from company
Abruptly, as my paffion now makes me,
Thou haft not lov'd :-Oh Phebe, Phebe, Phebe !
[Exit SYLVIUS.
Rof. Alas, poor fhepherd! searching of thy wound,
I have by hard adventure found my own.

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.
Cor. Who calls?

Clo. Your betters, fir.

Cor. Elfe, they are very wretched.

Rof. Peace, I fay. Good even to you, friend.
Cor. And to you, gentle fir, and to you all.
Rof. I pr'ythee, fhepherd, if that love, or gold,
Can in this defert place buy entertainment,
Bring us where we may reft ourselves, and feed:
Here's a young maid with travel much opprefs'd,
And faints for fuccour.

Cor. Fair fir, I pity her;

And wifh for her fake, more than for mine own,
My fortunes were more able to relieve her :
But I am shepherd to another man,

And do not fhear the fleeces that I graze ;
My mafter is of churlish difpofition,

And little recks to find the way to heaven
By doing deeds of hofpitality:

Befides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed
Are now on fale; and at our fheep-cote now,
By reafon of his abfence, there is nothing
That ye will feed on; but what is, come fee;
And in my voice moft welcome shall ye be.

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.

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