That from the hunters' aim had ta'en a hurt,
Did come to languish; and, indeed, my Lord,
The wretched animal heav'd forth fuch groans
That their discharge did ftretch his leathern coat
Almoft to bursting; and the big round tears
Cours'd one another down his innocent nofe
In piteous chase; and thus the hairy fool,
Much marked of the melancholy Jaques,
Stood on th' extremeft verge of the swift brook,
Augmenting it with tears.

Duke fen. But what faid Jaques ?
Did he not moralize this fpectacle?

I Lord. O yes, into a thousand fimilies.
First, for his weeping in the needless stream;
Poor deer, quoth he, thou mak'st a testament
As worldlings do, giving thy fum of more
To that which had too much. Then being alone,
Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends;
"Tis right, quoth he, thus mifery doth part
The flux of company. Anon a careless herd,
Full of the pafture, jumps along by him,
And never stays to greet him: Ay, quoth Jaques,
Sweep on, you fat and greafy citizens,
Tis juft the fashion: wherefore do you
Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?
Thus moft invectively he pierceth through.
The body of the country, city, court,
Yea, and of this our life; fwearing, that we
Are mere ufurpers, tyrants, and what's worse,
To fright the animals, and to kill them up.
In their affign'd and native dwelling-place.

look

Drike fen. And did you leave him in this contem plation?

2 Lord. We did, my Lord, weeping and commentUpon the fobbing deer.

Duke fen. Show me the place;

I love to cope him in thefe fullen fits,
For then he's full of matter.

Lord. I'll bring you to him ftraight,

[ing

[Exeunt

SCENE II. Changes to the palace again.

Enter Duke Frederick, with Lords.

Duke. Can it be poffible, that no man faw them? It cannot be ; fome villains of my court

Are of confent and sufferance in this.

I Lord. I cannot hear of any that did fee 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
fo oft

Your Grace was wont to laugh, is also missing:
Hefperia, the Princefs' gentlewoman,
Confeffes, that the fecretly o'erheard

Your daughter and her coufin much commend
The parts and graces of the wrestler,
That did but lately foil the finewy Charles;
And the believes, where-ever they are gone,
That youth is furely in their company.

Duke. Send to his brother, fetch that gallant hither:
If he be abfent, bring his brother to me,
I'll make him find him; do this fuddenly;
And let not fearch and inquifition quail
To bring again these foolish runaways.

SCENE III.

[Exeunt.

Changes to Oliver's house.

Enter Orlando and Adam.

Orla. Who's there?

Adam. What! my young mafter? oh, my gentle. mafter,

Oh, my sweet 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, ftrong, and valiant?
Why would you be fo fond to overcome
The bony prifer of the humorous Duke ?
Your praife is come too fwiftly home before you.
Know you not, Mafter, to fome kind of men
Their graces ferve them but as enemies?

No more do your's; your virtues, gentle Mafter,
Are fanctified and holy traitors to you,

Oh, what a world is this, when what is comely
Invenoms 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,
you
if he fail of that,
He will have other means to cut you off;

And

within it;

I overheard him, and his practices:

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

Orla. Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go!

Adam. No matter whither, fo you come not here. Orla. What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my Or with a bafe 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.

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[food?

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-nurfe

• When fervice fhould in my old limbs le lame,
And unregarded age in corners thrown:
Take that; and he that doth the ravens feed,,
Yea, providently caters for the fparrow,
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 frong and lufty
For in my youth I never did apply

• Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood;
Nor did I with unbafhful forehead woo
The means of weaknefs 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 bufinefs and neceffities.

Orla. Oh! good old man, how well in thee appears
The conftant fervice of the antique world;
When service sweat 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 fervice 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 fome fettled low content.

Adam. Mafter, go on; and I will follow thee
To the laft gafp with truth and loyalty.
From feventeen years till now almost 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 recompenfe me better

Than to die well, and not my mafter's debtor. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV. Changes to the foreft of Arden.

Enter Rofalind in boy's cloaths for Ganymede, Celia drefs'd like a fhepherdefs for Aliena, and Clown.

Rof. O Jupiter! how weary are my fpirits?

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 hofe 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 should bear no cross, if I did bear you; for I think you have no money in you purse.

Rof. Well, this is the foreft 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 travellers must be content.

Rof. Ay, be fo, good Touchftone. Look you, whe 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 still.
Syl. O Corin, that thou knew'ft how I do love her!
Cor. I partly guess; for I have lov'd ere now.
Syl. No, Corin, being old, thou can't 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 fo),
How many actions most ridiculous/
Haft thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?

Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
Syl. • O, thou didst then ne'er love fo heartily;
• If thou remember'st 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 miftrefs' praife,
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'.

O Phebe! Phebe! Phebe !

[Exit Syl. Rof. Alas, poor fhepherd! fearching of thy wound, I have by hard adventure found my own.

Cl." And I mine. I remember, when I was in "love, I broke my fword upon a ftone, and bid him take "that for coming a-nights to Jane Smile; and I re"member the kiffing of her batlet, and the cow's dugs "that her pretty chopt hands had milk'd; and I re"member the wooing of a peafcod inftead of her, from "whom I took two cods, and giving her them again, "faid with weeping tears, Wear thefe for my fake,