Orla. Orlando, my licge; the youngest fon of fir Rowland de Boys. Duke. I would, thou hadft been fon to fome The world efteem'd thy father honourable, Orla. I thank you, fir; and, pray you, tell me Which of the two was daughter of the duke [manners; Le Beau. Neither his daughter, if we judge by Thou shouldst have better pleas'd me with this deed, To keep his daughter company; whofe loves Hadft thou defcended from another house. But fare thee well; thou art a gallant youth; Cel. Gentle coufin, Let us go thank him, and encourage him: Sticks me at heart.-Sir, you have well deferv'd: But justly as you have exceeded all promise, Ref. Gentleman, [Giving him a chain from her neck. Wear this for me; one out of fuits with fortune; That could give more, but that her hand lacks means. Shall we go, coz ? Cel. Ay-Fare you well, fair gentleman. I'll afk him what he would:-) Are dearer than the natural bond of fifters. Orla. Ireft much bounden to you: fare you well SCENE III. Enter Celia and Rofalind. [Exit. Cel. Why, coufin; why, Rofalind;-Cupid, have mercy!-Not a word? Rof. Not one to throw at a dog. Cel. No, thy words are too precious to be caft away upon curs, throw fome of them at me; come, lame me with reafons. Rof. Then there were two coufins laid up; when the one fhould be lam'd with reafons, and the other mad without any. Cel. But is all this for your father? Ref. No, fome of it is for my child's father: Oh, how full of briars is this working-day world! Cel. They are but burs, coufin, thrown upon thee in holiday foolery; if we walk not in the ?-trodden paths, our very petticoats will catch them. Raf. I could thake them off my coat; these burs are in my heart. Cel. Will you go, coz? my tongue? I cannot speak to her, yet the urg'd conference. O poor Orlando! thou art overthrown; Cel. Hem them away. Rof. I would try; if I could cry, hem, and haye him. Cel. Come, come, wrestle with thy affections. Ref. O, they take the part of a better wreitler than myself. Cel. O, a good with upon you! you will try in time, in defpight of a fall.-But, turning these jefts out of fervice, let us talk in good earneft: Is it poffible on fuch a fudden you should fall into fo ftrong a liking with old fir Rowland's youngeft fon? Ref. The duke my father lov'd his father dearly. Cel. Doth it therefore enfue, that you should love his fon dearly? By this kind of chafe, I The quintaine was a fake driven into a field, upon which were hung a fhield and other trophies ef war, at which they fhot, darted, or rode with a lance. When the thield and the trophics were all thrown down, the quinta...e remained. 2 i. e. character, difpofition, fhould fhould hate him, for my father hated his father | dearly yet I hate not Orlando. Rof. No, faith, hate him not, for my fake. Cel. Why should I not? doth he not deferve Well? Enter Duke, with lords. Rof. Let me love him for that; and do you love him, because I do :-Look, here comes the duke.j Gel. With his eyes full of anger. Cel. Pronounce that fentence then on me, my I cannot live out of her company. [liege; Duke. You are a fool;-You, niece, provide yourself; If you out-flay the time, upon mine honour, [Exeunt Duke, &c. Cel. O my poor Rofalind! whither wilt thou go? [hatte, Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee mine. Duke. Mistress, difpatch you with your fafett I charge thee, be not thou more griev'd than I am. And get you from our court. Rof. Me, uncle? Duke. You, coufin. Within these ten days if that thou best found Rof. I do befeech your grace, Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me: Or have acquaintance with my own defires; Duke. Thus do all traitors; If their purgation did confift in words, Rof. Yet your miftruft cannot make me a traitor: Gel. Dear fovereign, hear me fpeak. [fake, Duke. Ay, Celia; we but tay'd her for your Elfe had the with her father rang'd along. Cel. I did not then entreat to have her stay, It was your pleasure, and your own remorie; I was too young that time to value her, But now I know her: if the be a traitor, Why, fo am I: we ftill have flept together, Rofe at an inftant, learn'd, play'd, eat together; And wherefoe'er we went, like Juno's fwans, Still we went coupled, and infeparable. Duke. She is too fubtle for thee; and her fmoothness, Her very filence, and her patience, When the is gone: then open not thy lips; Which I have paft upon her; fhe is banish'd. Rof. I have more caufe. Cel. Thou haft not, coufin; Pr'ythee, be cheerful: know'ft thou not, the duke Hath banifh'd me his daughter? Cel. No hath not? Rofalind lacks then the Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one: Shall we be funder'd? fhall we part, fweet girl? No; let my father feek another heir. Therefore devife with me, how we may fly, Whither to go, and what to bear with us: And do not feek to take your change upon you, To bear your griefs yourfelf, and leave me out; For, by this heaven, now at our forrows pale, Say what thou canft, I'll go along with thee. Rof. Why, whither shall we go? l. To feek my uncle in the foreft of Arden. Cel. I'll put my felt in poor and mean attire, Rof. Were it not better, Becaufe that I am more than common tall, A hoar-fpear in my hand; and (in my heart Cel. What fhall I call thee, when thou art a mau ? [page; Ref. I'll have no worfe a name than Jove's owa And therefore look you call me, Ganimed. But what will you be call'd? Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state; No longer Celia, but Alicna. Ref. But, coufin, what if we affay'd to steal The clownish fool out of your father's court? Would he not be a comfort to our travel? Cal. He'll go along o'er the wide world with me; Leave me alone to woo him: Let's away, And get our jewels and our wealth together: Devife the fitteft time, and fafeft way To hide us from purfuit that will be made After my flight: Now go we in content; To liberty, and not to banishment. [Exeunt. Dear has the double meaning in Shakspeare of beloved as well as of hurtful, hated, baleful; when applied in the latter fenfe, however, it ought to be fpelt dere. 2 i. c. a broad-fword. aoify, bullying outside. 3 i. c. a ACT ACT II. SCENE I The Forejt of Arden. 1 Lord. O, yes, into a thousand fimilies, First, for his weeping in the needlefs ftream; "Poor deer," quoth he, "thou mak'it a teftament "As worldlings do, giving thy fum of more Enter Dake Senior, Amiens, and two or three Lords To that which had too much!" Then, being alone, like Forefters. Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends; WOW, my co-mates, and brothers" "Tis right," quoth he; "thus mifery doth part Duke Sea. No n'exile, Hath not old cuftom made this life more fweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not thefe woods More free from peril than the envious court? Date Sen. Come, fhall we go and kill us venifon? 1 Lord. Indeed, my lord, The melancholy Jaques grieves at that ; Dake Sen. But what faid Jaques ? Did he not moralize this fpectacle? "The flux of company:" Anon, a careless herd, Full of the pafture, jumps along by him, And never ftays to greet him; "Ay," quoth Jaques, "Sweep on, you fat and greafy citizens; "Tis juft the fathion: Wherefore do you look "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. Duke Sen. And did you love him in this contemplation? [ing 2 Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and comment Upon the fobbing deer. Duke Sen. Show me the place; I love to cope 3 him in thefe fullen fits, 2 Lord. I'll bring you to him ftraight. [Exeunt. SCEN E II. The Palace. Enter Duke Frederick with Lords. 1 Lord. I cannot hear of any that did fee her. Your grace was wont to laugh, is alfo miffing, [ther; Duke. Send to his brother; fetch that gallant hi [Exeunt, This alludes to an opinion then prevalent, that in the head of an old toad was to be found a ftone, or pearl, to which great virtues were afcribed. This ftone has been often fought, but never 2 Meaning, with arrows. 3 That is, encounter him. 4 i, e. fcurvy, mangy. found. is to faint. 5 To quail SCENE SCEN E III. Oliver's Houfe. Enter Orlando and Adam. Orla. Who's there? Orla. Why, what's the matter? Come not within thefe doors; within this roof Your brother-(no, no brother; yet the fon- 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 2, this houfe is but a butchery; Orla. Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou Adam. No matter whither, fo you come not here. Or, with a bafe and boisterous fword, enforce I'll do the fervice of a younger man [appears Adam. Mafter, go on; and I will follow thee, To the laft gafp, with truth and loyalty.~ From feventeen years till now almost fourscore 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 master's debtor. [Exe. SCENE IV. The Foreft of Arden. Enter Rofalind in boy's cloaths for Ganimed; Celia dreft like a fhepherdefs for Aliena; and Touchflone the Clown. Rof. O 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 fhow 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 fhould bear no cross 5, if I did bear you; for, I think you have no money in your purfe. Rof. Well, this is the foreft of Arden. Clo. Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I; when I was at home, I was in a better place; but travellers muft be content, Ref. Ay, be fo, good Touchstone:-Look you, who comes here; a young man, and an old, in fo iemn talk. Enter Corin and Silvius. Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you still. Sil. O Corin, that thou knew'ft how I do love her! Cor. I partly guefs; for I have lov'd ere now. Sil. No, Corin, being old, thou canst 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) 1 Memory is here put for memorial. 2 Place here means a manfion or refidence. 3 That is, blood turned out of the course of nature. 4 Having here means poffefon, 5 Acrofs was a piece of money Ramped with a crofs, How How many actions most ridiculous Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten. Or if thou haft not fat as I do now, Or if thou haft not broke from company, Rof. Thou fpeak it wifer, than thou art 'ware of. Clo. Nay, I fhall ne'er be aware of mine own wit, till I break my fhins against it. Rof. Jove! Jove! this fhepherd's paffion is much upon my fashion. Clo. And mine; but it grows fomething ftale with me. By reafon of his abfence, there is nothing Cor. That young fwain, that you faw here but erewhile, That little cares for buying any thing. Rof. I pray thee, if it stand with honesty, Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the flock, And thou shalt have to pay for it of us. Cel. And we will mend thy wages: I like this place, And willingly could waste my time in it. Cor. Affuredly, the thing is to be fold: Go with me; if you like, upon report, The foil, the profit, and this kind of life, will your very faithful feeder be, I And buy it with your gold right fuddenly. [Exeunt. No enemy, But winter and rough weather. Jaq. More, more, I pr'ythee, more. Ami. It will make you melancholy, monfieur Jaques. Jaq. I thank it. More, I pr'ythee, more. I can fuck melancholy out of a fong, as a weazel fucks eggs: More, I pr'ythee, more. Ani. My voice is rugged; I know I cannot please you. Jaq. I do not defire you to please me, I do defire you to fing: Come, more; another ftanza; Call you 'em ftanzas ? Ani. What you will, monfieur Jaques. Jaq. Nay, 1 care not for their names; they owe me nothing: Will you fing? Ami. More at your requeit, than to please my felf. Juq. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you: but that they call compliment, is like the encounter of two dog-apes; and when a man thanks me heartily, methinks, I have given him a penny, and he renders me the beggarly thanks. Come, fing; and you that will not, hold your tongues. mi. Well, I'll end the fong.-Sirs, cover the while; the duke will drink under this tree :-he hath been all this day to look you. Jaz. And I have been all this day to avoid him. He is too difputable for my company: I think of as many matters as he; but I give heaven 1 An inftrument with which wafher-women beat their coarfe cloaths. 2 Peafoods is a term ftill in ufe in Staffordshire for peas as they are brought to market. 3 That is, abundant in fully. In fome counties, mortal, from mert, a great quantity, is ftill ufed as a particle of amplification; as mortal tall, mortal little. thanks |