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SCENE II. Changes to the palace again.

Enter Duke Frederick, with Lords.

Duke. Can it be possible, that no man saw them!
It cannot be; some villains of my court
Are of consent 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 untreasur'd of their mistress.

2 Lord. My Lord, the roynith clown at whom so oft
Your Grace was wont to laugh, is also misling:
Hefperia, the Princess' gentlewoman,
Confesses, that she secretly o’erheard
Your daughter and her cousin 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 surely 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 suddenly; And let not search and inquisition quail To bring again these foolish runaways. [Exeunt.

SCENE III. Changes to Oliver's house.

Enter Orlando and Adam.

Orla. Who's there?
Adan. What ! my young master? oh, my gentle

maiter,
Oh, 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 fo fond to overcome
The bony priser of the humorous Duke ?
Your praise is come too swiftly home before you.
Know you not, Master, to some kind of men
Their graces serve them but as enemies ?

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No more do your's; your virtues, gentle Master,
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 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),
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.
Orla. Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have

me go? Adam. No matter whither, so you come not here.

Orla. What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my Or with a base and boisterous sword enforce [food? 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 fo; I have five hundred crowns, • The thrifty hire I fav’d under your father, • Which I did store to be

my

foster-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 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 I with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility;

« Therefore

• 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.

Orla. Oh! 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 choak their service up
Even with the havinig; it is not so with thee;
But, poor old man, thou prun'st a rotten tree,
That cannot fo much as a blossom yield,
In lieu of all thy pains and hufbandry.
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. Matter, go on; and I will follow thee To the last gasp with truth and loyalty. From seventeen years till now almost fourfcore 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 recompence me better Than to die well, and not my master's debtor. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV. Changes to the forest of Arden. :) Enter Rosalind in boys cloaths for Ganymede, Celia

dress'd like a Mepherdess for Aliena, and Clown. Ros. O Jupiter ! how weary are my spirits ? .

Clo. I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary

Rof. I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel, and 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.

Gel. I pray you, bear with me, I can go no fur. ther. Clo. For my part, I had rather bear with

you,

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

Enter Corin und Sylvius.
Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you

still. Syl. O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love her ! Cor. I partly guess; for I have lov’d ere now.

Syl. No, Corin, being old, thou can'st not guess,
Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover,
As ever figh'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
Halt thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?

Gor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten.

Syl. 'O, thou didit then ne'er love to heartily ; • If thou remember'st not the slightest folly, • That ever love did make thee run into; • Thou hast not lov’d. • Or if thou hatt not fat as I do now, · Wearying the hearer in thy mistress' praise, • Thou hat not lov'd. • Or if thou hast not broke from company

Abruptly, as my passion now makes me ; - Thou hast not lov'd.'. O Phebe ! Phebe ! Phebe!

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

Glo. “ And I mine. I remember,' when I was in " love, I broke my sword upon a stone, and bid hiin “ take that for coming a-nights to Jane Smile; and I “ remember the killing of her batlet, and the cow's

dugs that her pretty chopt hands had milkd ; and " I remember the wooing of a peascod instead of her, “ from whom I took two cods, and giving her them

again, said with weeping tears, Wear these for my " fake. We that are true lovers, run into strange

fake.

capers ; but as all is inortal in nature, fo is all na ture in love mortal in folly.” RS. Thou speak’st wiser, than thou art ware of.

Ch. Nay, I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit, till I break my shins against it.

Rof. Jove ! Jove ! this shepherd's passion is much upon my

fashion. Clo. And mine ; but it grows something stale with me.

Cel. I pray you, one of you question yond man,
If he for gold will give us any food;
I faint almost to death.

Clo. Hola ; you, clown!
Rof. Peace, fool; he's not thy kinsman.
Cor. Who calls ?
Clo. Your betters, Sir.
Cor. Elfe they are very wretched,
Rof. Peace, I say; Good even to you, friend.
Cor. And to you, gentle Sir, and to you all.

Rof. I pr’ythee, shepherd, if that love or gold,
Can in this desart place buy entertainment,
Bring us where we may rest ourselves, and feed;
Here's a young maid with travel much oppress'd,
And faints for succour.

Cor. Fair Sir, I pity her,
And wish 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 iheer the fleeces that I grase;
My master is of a churlish disposition,
And little wreaks to find the way to heav'n
By doing deeds of hospitality :
Besides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed
Are now on sale, and at our sheep-cote now,
By reason of his absence, there is nothing
That

you
will feed

on;

but what is, come see, And in my voice most welcome shall you be. Rof. What is he that shall buy his flock and pa

sture ? Cor. That young swain that you saw here but ere

while, That little cares for buying any thing.

Rof:

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