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Rof. Why, whither shall we go?
Cel. To feck my Uncle in the forest of Arden.
Rof. Alas, what danger will it be to us,
Maids as we are, to travel forth fo far!
Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.

Cel. I'll put myself in poor and mean attire,
And with a kind of umber smirch my face;
The like do you; so shall we pafs along,
And never stir afsailants.

Rof. Were't not better,
Because that I am more than common tall,
That I did fuit me all points like a man?
A gallant Curtle-ax' upon my thigh,
A boar-fpear in my hand, and (in my heart
Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will)
I'll have a swashing and a martial outside,
As many other mannish Cowards have,
That do outface it with their semblances.

Cel. What shall I call thee, when thou art a man? Rof. I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own

Page;

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 Aliena.

Rof. But, Coufin, what if we afsfaid to steal The clownish Fool out of your father's Court? Would he not be a comfort to our travel?

Cel. 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; Devise the fittest time, and safest way To hide us from pursuit that will be made After my flight: now go we in content

To Liberty, and not to Banishment.

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* I'll have] Sir T. Hanmer, for we'll have.

ACT

ACT II.

SCENE I.

Arden FOREST.

Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, and two or three Lords

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like Foresters.

DUKE Senior.

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OW, my co-mates, and brothers in exile,
Hath not old custom made this life more sweet

Than That of painted Pomp? are not these woods
More free from peril, than the envious Court?
Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,
The Seafons' difference; as, the icy fang,
And churlish chiding of the winter's wind;
Which, when it bites and blows upon my body,
Even 'till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say,
This is no Flattery: these are Counsellors,
That feelingly perfuade me what I am.
Sweet are the uses of Adversity,
Which, like the toad, ugly 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 stones, and good in every thing.

9 In former editions, Here feel we not the Penalty.] What was the Penalty of Adam, hinted at by our Poet? The being sensible of the Difference of the Seafons. The Duke fays, the Cold and Effects of the Winter feelingly perfuade him what he is. How does he not then feel the Penalty? Doubtless, the Text must be restor'd as I have corrected it: and 'tis obvious in the Course of these Notes, how often not and but by Mistake have chang'd Place in

our Author's former Editions.

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THEOBALD.

Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,

Wears yet a precious jewel in his head: It was the current opinion in Shakespeare's time, that in the head of an old toad was to be found astone, or pearl, to which great virtues were ascribed. This stone has been often fought, but nothing has been found more than accidental or perhaps morbid indurations of the skull.

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Ami. I would not change it *. Happy is your Grace,

That can translate the stubbornness of fortune

Into so quiet and so sweet a style.

Duke Sen. Come, shall 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 Confines, with forked heads

Have their round haunches 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 steal 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 sequestred stag,
That from the hunters' aim had ta'en a hurt,
Did come to languish; and, indeed, my lord,
The wretched Animal heav'd forth such groans,
That their difcharge did stretch his leathern coat
Almost to bursting; and the big round tears
Cours'd one another down his innocent nofe
In piteous chafe; and thus the hairy fool,
Much marked of the melancholy Jaques,
Stood on th' extremeft verge of the swift brook,
Augmenting it with tears.

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

I Lord. O yes, into a thousand similies. First, for his weeping in the needless stream; Poor Deer, quoth he, thou mak'st 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:

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* I would not change it.] Mr. and makes Amiens begin, Happy

Upton, not without probability, is your Grace.

gives these words to the duke,

'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 greafy 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; fwearing, that we
Are meer ufurpers, tyrants, and what's worfe,
To fright the animals, and to kill them up
In their afsign'd and native dwelling place.

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

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

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Upon the fobbing deer.

Duke Sen. Show me the place;

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. (Exeunt,

Duke.

SCENE II.

Changes to the PALACE again.

Enter Duke Frederick with Lords.

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it be possible, that no man faw them? It cannot be. Some villains of my Court

Are of confent and fufferance in this.

I 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 untreasur'd of their mistress.

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

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

oft

Your Grace was wont to laugh, is also miffing.
Hefperia, the Princess' Gentlewoman,
Confeffes, that she 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 she believes, where ever they are gone,
That Youth is furely 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 Inquifition quail
To bring again these foolish runaways.

Orla.

SCENE III.

Changes to OLIVER'S House.

Enter Orlando and Adam.

'HO's there?

[Exeunt.

Adam. What! my young master? oh,

my gentle master,

Oh, my sweet master, oh, 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 bony Prifer of the humorous Duke?
Your Praise is come too fwiftly home before you.
Know you not, master, to fome kind of men
Their Graces serve them but as enemies?

3 In the former editions, The BONNY Prifer) We should read BONEY Priser. For this wrestler is characterised for his

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