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Orla. Orlando, my licge; the youngest fon of fir Rowland de Boys.

Duke. I would, thou hadft been fon to fome
man elfe.

The world efteem'd thy father honourable,
But I did find him ftill mine enemy:

Orla. I thank you, fir; and, pray you, tell me
this;

Which of the two was daughter of the duke
That here was at the wrestling?

[manners;

Le Beau. Neither his daughter, if we judge by
But yet, indeed, the shorter is his daughter:
The other is daughter to the banish'd duke,
And here detain'd by her ufurping uncle,

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;
I would, thou hadft told me of another father.
[Exit Duke, with his train.
Manent Celia, Rofalind, Orlando.
Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do this?
Orla. I am more proud to be fir Rowland's fon,
His youngest fon;--and would not change that
To be adopted heir to Frederick. [calling,
Rof. My father lov'd fir Rowland as his foul,
And all the world was of my father's mind :
Had I before known this young man his fon,
I fhould have given him tears unto entreaties,
Ere he should thus have ventur'd.

Cel. Gentle coufin,

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Let us go thank him, and encourage him:
My father's rough and envious difpofition

Sticks me at heart.-Sir, you have well deferv'd:
If you do keep your promifes in love,

But justly as you have exceeded all promise,
Your mistress fhall be happy.

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.
Orla. Can I not fay, I thank you? My better
parts
[up,
Are all thrown down; and that which here ftands
Is but a quintaine1, a mere lifeless block.
Roj. He calls us back: My pride fell with my
fortunes:

I'll afk him what he would:-)
—Did you call, fir
Sir, you have wrettled well, and overthrown
More than your enemies.

Are dearer than the natural bond of fifters.
But I can tell you, that of late this duke
Hath ta'en difpleafure 'gainst his gentle niece;
Grounded upon no other argument,
But that the people praise her for her virtues,
And pity her for her good father's fake:
And, on my life, his malice 'gainst the lady
Will fuddenly break forth.-Sir, fare you well!
Hereafter, in a better world than this,
I fhall defire more love and knowledge of you.
[Exit.

Orla. Ireft much bounden to you: fare you well
Thus muft I from the fmoke into the fmother;
From tyrant duke, unto a tyrant brother:---
But, heavenly Rofalind!

SCENE III.
An apartment in the Palace.

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?
Rof. Have with you :-
:-Fare you well.
[Exeunt Refalind and Celia.
Orla. What paffion hangs thefe weights upon

my tongue?

I cannot speak to her, yet the urg'd conference.
Egter Le Beau.

O poor Orlando! thou art overthrown;
Or Charles, or fomething weaker, masters thee.
Le Beau. Good fir, I do in friendship counfel you
To leave this place: Albeit you have deferv'd
High commendation, true applause, and love;
Yet fuch is now the duke's condition 2,
That he mifconftrues all that you have done.
The duke is humourous; what he is, indeed,
More fuits you to conceive, than me to speak of.

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,
And in the greatnefs of my word, you die.

[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
So near our publick court as twenty miles,
Thou dieft for it.

Rof. I do befeech your grace,

Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me:
If with myfelf I hold intelligence,

Or have acquaintance with my own defires;
If that I do not dream, or be not frantick,
(As I do truit, I am not) then, dear uncle,
Never, fo much as in a thought unborn,
Did I offend your highnels.

Duke. Thus do all traitors;

If their purgation did confift in words,
They are as innocent as grace itself:-
Let it fulice thee, that I trust thee not.

Rof. Yet your miftruft cannot make me a traitor:
Tell
me, whereon the likelihood depends.
Duke. Thou art thy father's daughter, there's]
enough.
[dom;
Ref. So was 1 when your highness took his duke-
So was I, when your highnefs banith'd him:
Treason is not inherited, my lord ;
Or, if we did derive it from our friends,
What's that to me? my father was no traitor:
Then, good my liege, miftake me not fo much,
To think my poverty is treacherous.

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Gel. Dear fovereign, hear me fpeak.

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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,
Speak to the people, and they pity her.
Thou art a fool: the robs thee of thy name;
And thou wilt thow more bright, and feem more
virtuous,

When the is gone: then open not thy lips;
Firm and irrevocable is my doom

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?

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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.
Raj. Alas, what danger will it be to us,
Maids as we are, to travel forth fo far!
Beauty provoketh thieves fooner than gold.

Cel. I'll put my felt in poor and mean attire,
And with a kind of umber fmirch my face;
The like do you; fo fhall we país along,
And never ftir affailants.

Rof. Were it not better,

Becaufe that I am more than common tall,
That I did fuit me all points like a man?
A gallant curtle-ax 2 upon my thigh,

A hoar-fpear in my hand; and (in my heart
Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will}
We'll have a fwashing 3 and a martial outfide;
As many other mannish cowards have,
That do outface it with their femblances.

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.

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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?
Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,
The feafons' difference; as the icy fang,
And churlith chiding of the winter's wind;
Which when it bites and blows upon my body,
Even 'till I thrink with cold, I imile, and fay,-
This is no flattery: thefe are countellors
That feelingly perfuade me what I am.
Sweet are the ufes of adverfity;
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head 1:
And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in ftones, and good in every thing. [grace,
Ami, I would not change it: Happy is your
That can tranflate the ftubbornnefs of fortune
Into fo quiet and fo fweet a stile.

Date Sen. Come, fhall we go and kill us venifon?
And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools,
Being native burghers of this defert city,
Should, in their own contines, with forked heads 2
Have their round haunches gor'd.

1 Lord. Indeed, my lord,

The melancholy Jaques grieves at that ;
And, in that kind, fwears you do more ufurp
Than doth your brother that hath hanifh'd you.
To-day my lord of Amiens, and myself,
Did teal behind him, as he lay along
Under an oak, whofe antique root peeps out
Upon the brook that brawls along this wood;
To the which place a poor fequeftred stag,
That from the hunters' aim had ta'en a hurt,
Did come to languifh; and, indeed, my lord,
The wretched animal heav'd forth fuch groans,
That their difcharge did ftretch his leathern coat
Almost to bursting; and the big round tears
Cours'd one another down his innocent noie
In piteous chafe: and thus the hairy fool,
Much marked of the melancholy Jaques,
Stood on the extremeit verge of the fwift brook,
Augmenting it with tears.

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,
For then he's full of matter.

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

SCEN E II.

The Palace.

Enter Duke Frederick with Lords.
Duke. Can it be poffible, that no man saw them?
It cannot be fome villains of my court
Are of content and fufferance in this.

1 Lord. I cannot hear of any that did fee her.
The ladies, her attendants of her chamber,
Saw her a-bed; and, in the morning early,
They found the bed untreafur'd of their mistress.
2 Lord. My lord, the roynith 4 clown, at whom
fo oft

Your grace was wont to laugh, is alfo miffing,
Hefperia, the princefs' gentlewoman,
Confeffes, that the fecretly o'erheard
Your daughter and her coufin much commend
The parts and graces of the wrestler
That did but lately foil the finewy Charles;
And the believes, wherever they are gone,
That youth is furely in their company.

[ther;

Duke. Send to his brother; fetch that gallant hi
If he be abfent, bring his brother to me,
I'll make him find him: do this fuddenly; -
And let not fearch and inquifition quail s
To bring again thefe foolish runaways.

[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?
[mafter,
Adam. What! my young mafter?-Oh, my gentle
Oh, my fwect master, O you memory 1
Of old fir Rowland! why, what make you here?
Why are you virtuous? Why do people love you?
And wherefore are you gentle, ftrong, and valiant?
Why would you be fo fond to overcome
The bony prifer of the humourous duke?
Your praife is come too fwiftly home before you.
Know you not, maiter, to fome kind of men,
Their graces ferve them but as enemies?
No more do yours; your virtues, gentle master,
Are fanctified 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 thefe doors; within this roof
The enemy of all your graces lives:

Your brother-(no, no brother; yet the fon-
Yet not the fon;-I will not call him fon-
Of him I was about to call his father)
Hath heard your praifes; 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 2, this houfe 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, 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?
This 1 muft do, or know not what to do:
Yet this I will not do, do how I can;
I rather will fubject me to the malice
Of a diverted 3 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 fofter-nurfe,
When fervice 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 fparrow,
Be comfort to my age! Here is the gold;
All this I give you: Let me be your fervant;
Though I look old, yet I am ftrong and lufty;
For in my youth I never did apply
Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood;
Nor did not with unbafhful forehead woo
The means of weakness and debility;
Therefore my age is as a iufty winter,
Frofty, but kindly; let me go with you;

I'll do the fervice of a younger man
In all your bufinefs and neceffities.

[appears
Orla. Oh good old man! how well in thee
The conftant fervice of the antique world,
When fervice fweat for duty, not for meed!
Thou art not for the fashion of thefe times,
Where none will fweat but for promotion;
And having that, do choak their fervice up
Even with the having 4: it is not fo with thee.
But, poor old man, thou prun'ft a rotten tree,
That cannot so much as a bloffom 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 fome fettled low content.

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
Haft thou been drawn to by thy fantafy?

Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
Sil. O, thou didit then ne'er love fo heartily:
If thou remember'ft not the flighteft folly
That ever love did make thee run into,
Thou haft not lov'd:

Or if thou haft not fat as I do now,
Wearying thy hearer in thy miftrefs' praife,
Thou haft not lov'd:

Or if thou haft not broke from company,
Abruptly, as my paffion now makes me,
Thou haft not lov'd:-O Phebe, Phebe, Phebe!
[Exit Silvius.
Rof. Alas, poor shepherd! fearching of thy wound,
I have by hard adventure found mine own.
Clo. And I mine: I remember, when I was in
love, I broke my fword upon a ftone, and bid him
take that for coming o' nights to Jane Smile: and
I remember the kiffing of her battlet, and the
cow's dugs that her pretty chopp'd hands had
milk'd: and I remember the wooing of a peafcod
inftead of her; from whom I took two cods 2,
and, giving her them again, faid with weeping
tears, Wear thefe for my jake. We, that are true
lovers, run into itrange capers; but as all is mortal
in nature, fo is all nature in love mortal 3 in folly.

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.

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By reafon of his abfence, there is nothing
That you will feed on; but what is, come fee,
And in my voice moft welcome shall you be.
Rof. What is he, that shall buy his flock and
pasture?

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,

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And buy it with your gold right fuddenly. [Exeunt.

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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

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