Imatges de pÓgina

Sweet are uses of adversity,'
Which like the toad, agly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head :
And this our life, exempt from publick haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in ftones, and good in every thing.

Ami. I would not change it; happy is your Grace,
That can translate the stubbornness of fortune
Into so quiet and so sweet a ftile.

Duke Sen. Come, shall we go and kill us venison ?
And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools,
Being native burghers of this desart city,
Should, in their own confines, with forked heads
Have their round kaunches goar’d.

1 Lord. Indeed, my Lord,
The melancholy Jaques grieves at that';
And in that kind swears you do more ufurp
Than doth your brother, that hath banish'd you :
To-day my Lord of Amiens, and myself,
Did fteal behind him, as he lay along
Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out
Upon the brook that brawls along this wood;
To the which place a poor sequeftred ftag,
That from the hunters' aim had ta'en a hurt,
Did come te languidh; and, indeed, my Lord,
The wretched animal heay'd forth such groans,
That their discharge did tretch his leathern coat
Almost to bursting, and the big round tears
Cours’d one another down his innocent nose
In piteous chafe; and thus the hairy fool,
Much marked of the melancholy Jaques,
Stood on th’extremeft verge of the iwift brooky
Augmenting it with tears.

Duke Sen. But what said Jaques?
Did he not moralize this spectacle?

i Lord. O yes, into a thousand fimilies.
First, for his weeping in the needless stream ;
Poor deer, quoth he, thou mak'ít a testament
As worldlings do, giving thy sum 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 pasture, jumps along by him,
And never itays to greet him: ay, quoth Jaques,
Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens,
'Tis just the fashion; wherefore do you look
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 mere usurpers, tyrants, and what's worse,
To fright the animals, and to kill them up
In their assign’d and native dwelling place.

Duke Sen. And did you leave him in this contemplation?

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

Duke Son. 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,

SCENE changes to the Palace again.


Enter Duke Frederick with Lords. Duke. AN it be poslīble, 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 roynish clown, at whom so oft Your Grace was wont to laugh, is also miffing : Hifperia, the Princess' gentlewoman, Confeffes, that he secretly o'er-heard 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.



SCE N E changes to Oliver's house.

Euter Orlando and Adam. Orla. HO's there?

Adam. What! my young master: oh, my gentle maker, Oh, my sweet matter, 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 bonny priser of the humorous Dukes (10) Your praise is come too swiftly home before

you. Know you not, mafter, to fome kind of men Their graces

serve them but as enemies !

(10) The bonny priser of thin bumorous Duke.] Mr. Warburton ada viles to read,

The boney prisoran epithet more agreeing with the wreftler, who is characterized for his bulk and strength; not his gaiety, humour, or affability. I have not disturb’d tlte text, as the bther reading gives sense: tho there are Yeveral passages in the play, which, in good measure, vouch for my. friend's conjecture. The Duke says, fpeaking of the difference betwixt him and Orlando ;

You will take little delight in it, I can tell you, tbere is fucb odds ir the man : And the Princess says to Orlando;

Young Gentleman, your fpirits are too bold for your years: you bave seen truel proof of Ibis man's strength. And again, when they are wrestling;

I would I were invisible, to catch the strong fellow by the leg. And in another paffage he is characteriz'd by the name of the finery Charles,




No more do yours; your virtaes, gentle master,
Are fan&tified 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 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,

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 batchery;
Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it.

Orla. Why, whither, Adam, wouldit thou have me go?
Adam. No matter whither, so you come not here.

Orla. What, wooldft thou have me go and beg my food?
Or with a base, and boisterous sword enforce
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 so; I have five hundred crowns,
The thrifty hire I fav'd under your father,
Which I did fore, to be my fofter nurse
When service hould 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; Tho' I look old, yet I am strong and lukty;

For in my youth I never did apply
Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood ;
Nor did I with unbalhful forehead woo
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The means of weakness and debility :
Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,
Frolly, but kindly; let me go with you;
I'll do the service of a younger man
In all your bufiness and necessities.

Orla. Oh! good old man, how well in thee appears
The constant fervice of the antique world ;
When service sweat for duty, not for mecz!
Thou art not for the fashion of these tiines,
Where none will sweat, but for promotion;
And, having that, do choke their service up
Even with the having; it is not so with thee;
But, poor old man, thou prun'it a rotten tree,
'That cannot so much as a blossom 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 {ome settled low content.

Adam, Malter, 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.
At seventeen years many their fortunes seek,
But at fourscore, it is too late a week;
Vet fortune cannot recompence me better
Than to die.well, and not my master's debtor.


SCENE changes to the Forest of Arden. Enter Rosalind in Boys cloaths for Ganymed, Celia drej

like a Shepherdess for Aliena, and Clown.

Rs. O

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

Ros. (11) O Jupiter! bow 'merry are my spirits ? ] And yet, within the space of one intervening line, The says, she could find in her heart to disgrace her man's apparel, and cry like a woman. Sure, this is but a wery bad fymptom of the briskness of spirits; rather, a direct proof of


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