No more do yours; your virtues, gentle master; Oh, what, a world is this, when what is comely Orla. Why, what's the matter? Come not within these doors; within this roof { Of him I was about to call his father, 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 : Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it. 1 Orla. Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go? Adam. No matter whither, so you come not here. Orla. What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my 1 food? This I must do, or know not what to do: I rather will fubject me to the malice Adam. But do not fo. I have five hundred crowns, - diverted blood.] Blood turned out of the course of nature. A Be Be comfort to my age! Here is the gold, Orla. Oh! good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world; Adam. Master, go on; and I will follow thee T [Exeunt. 5 Even with the having.] Even with the promotion gained by fervice is service extinguished, 1. 1 SCENE 1 SCENE VI. Changes to the FOREST of Arden. Enter Rofalind in Boys cloaths for Ganimed, Celia drest like a Shepherdess for Aliena, and Touchstone the Clown. Rof. Jupiter how weary are my fpirit 6 Clo. I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary. Rof. I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel, and cry like a woman; but I must comfort the weaker veffel, as doublet and hose ought to show itfelf 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 should bear no cross, if I did bear you; for, I think you have no money in your purse. Rof. Well, this is the foreft of Arden. Clo. Ay; now I am in Arden, the more fool I; when I was at home, I was in a better place; but travellers must be content. Rof. Ay, be so, good Touchstone. Look you, who comes here; a young man and an old in folemn talk. ...... Enter Corin and Silvius. Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you still. • O Jupiter! how merry are my Spirits?] And yet, within the Space of one intervening Line, She says, She could find in her Heart to disgrace her Man's Apparel, and cry like a Woman. Sure, this is but a very bad Symptom of the Briskness of Spirits: 1 : rather a direct Proof of the con- ( Clown's Reply makes this Read- THEOBALD. 1 : 1 Sil. O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love her! Or if thou hast not fate as I do now, Or if thou haft not broke from company, O Phebe!. Phebe! Phebe! [Exit Sil. Rof. Alas, poor Shepherd! searching of thy wound,' I have by hard adventure found my own. Clo. And I mine. I remember, when I was in love, I broke my fword upon a stone, and bid him take that for coming a-nights to Jane Smile; and I remember the kissing of her batlet, and the cow's dugs that her pretty chopt hands had milk'd; and I remember the wooing of a peafcod instead of her, from whom I took ) two * cods, and giving her them again, said with weeping tears, Wear these for my fake. We, that are true lovers, run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, fo is all nature in love mortal in folly. Rof. Thou speak'st wiser, than thou art 'ware of. Clo. Nay, I shall ne'er be aware of mine own wit, 'till I break my shins against it. Rof. Jove! Jove! this Shepherd's paffion is much upon my fashion. Clo. And mine; but it grows fomething stale with me. Cel. I pray you, one of you question yond man, If he for gold will give us any food; Clo. Holla; you, Clown! : Rof. Peace, fool; he's not thy kinsman. Cor. Who calls? Clo. Your Betters, Sir. 2 Cor. Elfe they are very wretched. Rof. Peace, I fay-Good Even to you, friend. Cor. Fair Sir, I pity her, And wish for her fake, more than for mine own,. : |