'Tis right, quoth he, thus mifery doth part 'Tis juft the fashion; wherefore do you look 2 Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and commenting Upon the fobbing deer. Duke Sen. Show me the place; 2 I love to cope him in these fullen fits. For then he's full of matter. 2 Lord. I'll bring you to him straight. Duke. SCENE II Changes to the PALACE again. Enter Duke Frederick with Lords. [Exeunt, MAN it be poffible, that no man saw them? CA It cannot be. Some villains of my Court Are of consent and fufferance in this. 1 Lord. I cannot hear of any that did fee her, to cope him,] To encounter him; to engage with him. 2 Lord. My lord the roynish Clown, at whom fo Your Grace was wont to laugh, is alfo miffing. Orla. SCENE III. Changes to OLIVER'S Houfe. Enter Orlando and Adam. HO's there? WHO Adam. What! my gentle mafter, [Exeunt. my young mafter? oh, Oh, my fweet master, O you memory Of old Sir Rowland! why, what make you here? In the former editions, The BONNY Prijer] We should read BONEY Prifer. For this wreftler is characterised for his ftrength and bulk, not for his gayety or good-humour. WARBURTON. So Milton, Giants of mighty bone. No No more do yours; your virtues, gentle mafter, 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 son,→ This is no place, this house is but a butchery; 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 food? Or with a bafe, 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 fervice fhould 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 fparrow, -- diverted blood.] Blood turned out of the course of nature. Be comfort to my age! Here is the gold, Orla. Oh! good old man, how well in thee appears Adam. Mafter, go on; and I will follow thee [Exeunt. 5 Even with the having.] Even with the promotion gained by fervice is fervice extinguifhed. SCENE VI. SCENE Changes to the FOREST of Arden. Enter Rofalind in Boys cloaths for Ganimed, Celia dreft like a Shepherdess for Aliena, and Touchstone the Clown. Rof. 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 must comfort the weaker veffel, as doublet and hofe ought to show itfelf 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, if I did bear you; for, I think you have no money in your 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 Touchstone. Look you, who comes here; a young man and an old in folemn talk. Enter Corin and Silvius. Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you ftill. "O Jupiter! how merry are my Spirits? And yet, within the Space of one intervening Line, She fays, She could find in her Heart to difgrace her Man's Apparel, and cry like a Woman. Sure, this is but a very bad Symptom of the Brifkness of Spirits: rather a direct Proof of the contrary Difpofition. Mr. Warbur ton and I, concurred in conjecturing it fhould be, as I have reformed in the Text: bow weary are my Spirits? And the Clown's Reply makes this Reading certain. THEOBALD. |