Rof. Why, whither shall we go? Cel. I'll put myself in poor and mean attire, Rof. Were't not better, 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, 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. [Exeunt. * 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 N like Foresters. DUKE Senior. : OW, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Than That of painted Pomp? are not these woods 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. 1 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. 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, Have their round haunches goar'd. 1 Lord. Indeed, my Lord, The melancholy Jaques grieves at that; Duke Sen. But what faid Jaques ? 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: 1 * 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, Duke Sen. And did you leave him in, this contemplation? 2 Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and comment ing 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. C AN 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, They found the bed untreasur'd of their mistress. 2 to cope him,] To encounter him; to engage with him. 2 Lord. My lord, the roynish Clown, at whom fo oft Your Grace was wont to laugh, is also miffing. Duke. Send to his brother: Fetch that Gallant hither; 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? 3 In the former editions, The BONNY Prifer) We should read BONEY Priser. For this wrestler is characterised for his |