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'Tis right, quoth he, thus misery doth part
The flux of company. Anon a careless herd,
Full of the pasture, jumps along by him,
And never stays to greet him : Ay, quoth Jaques,
Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens,
'Tis just the fashion; wherefore do you loak
Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?
Thus most invectively he pierceth through
The body of the Country, City, Court,
Yea, and of this our life; swearing, that we
Are meer usurpers, tyrants, and what's worse,
To fright the animals, and to kill them up
In their afligo'd and native dwelling place.

Duke Sen. And did you leave him in this contem


2 Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and comment:

Upon the sobbing deer.

Duke Sen. Show me the place;
I love to cope him in these sullen fits.
For then he's full of matter.

2 Lord. I'll bring you to him straight. [Exeunt,


Changes to the Palace again.

Enter Duke Frederick with Lords.


Duke. AN 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.

to cope him,] To encounter him; to engage with him.

2 Lord. My lord the roynish Clown, at whom so

Your Grace was wont to laugh, is also misling.
Hesperia, the Princess' Gentlewoman,
Confeffes, that the secretly o’er-heard
Your Daughter and her Cousin much commend
The parts and graces of the Wrestler,
That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles;
And she 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:

Changes to OLIVER's House.

Enter Orlando and Adam.

WHO's there?

Orla. HO's there?

Adam. What! my young master? oh, my gentle master, 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 so 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?

* In the former editions, The strength and bulk, not for his BONNY Priser -] We should gayety or good-humour. read BONEY Priser. For this

WARBURTON. wrestler is characterised for bis So Milton, Giants of mighty bone.



No more do yours; your virtues, gentle master;
Are sanctified and holy traitors to you.
Oh, what a world is this, when what is comely
Envenoms himn that bears it!

Oria. 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 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 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


Adam. No matter whither, so you come not here.
Orla. What wouldst thou have me go and beg my

food ?
Or with a bale, and boisterous fword enforce
A thievith 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. Búr do not so. 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,


- diverted blood.] Blood turned out of the course of nature.

Be comfort to my age! Here is the gold,
All this I give you, let me be your servant;
Tho' I look old, yet I am strong and lufty;
For in my youth I never did apply
Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood;
Nor did I with unbathful forehead woo
The means of weakness and debility;
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 cloak their service up
Even with the Havings. It is not so with thee.
But poor old man, thou prun'st a rotten tree,
That cannot so much as a blossom yicld,
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 fettled low Content.

Adam. Master, go on; and I will follow thee
To the last gasp with truth and loyalty.
From seventeen years ’till now almost fourscore
Here lived I, but now live here no more.
Ac seventeen years many their fortunes feek;
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.


s Even with the baving.) Even with the promotion gained by fervice is fervice extinguished.


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Enter Rosalind in Boys cloaths for Ganimed, Celia

drejt like a Shepherdess for Aliena, and Touchstone

the Clown. Ref:


. 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.

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 your purse.

Ros. 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 travellers must be content.

Rof. Ay, be fo, good Touchstone. Look you, who comes here; a young man and an old in solemn talk,

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Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you still.

6. Jupiter ! how merry are rather a direct Proof of the conmy Spirits?) And yet, within trary Disposition. Mr. Warburthe Space of one intervening Line, ton and I, concurred in conjecturShe says, She could find in her ing it should be, as I have reHeart to disgrace her Man's Ap- formed in the Texc:

how parel, and cry like a Woman. weary are my Spirits? And the Sure, this is but a very bad Sym- Clown's Reply makes this Read ptom of the Briskness of Spirits : ing certain. THEOBALD.

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