Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out
Upon the brook that brawls along this wood;
To the which place a poor fequefter'd ftag,
That from the hunters' aim had ta'en a hurt,
Did come to languish; and, indeed, my Lord,
The wretched animal heav'd forth fuch groans
That their discharge did ftretch his leathern coat
Almoft to bursting; and the big round tears
Cours'd one another down his innocent nofe
In piteous chase; 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 fen. But what faid Jaques?
Did he not moralize this fpectacle?

1 Lord. O yes, into a thousand fimilies.
Firft, for his weeping in the needles3 stream;
Poor Deer, quoth he, thou makʼft a testament
As worldlings do, giving thy fum of more

To that which had too much. Then being alone,
Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends;

'Tis right, quoth he, thus mifery doth part

The flux of company.

Anon a careless herd,

Full of the pasture, jumps along by him,

And never ftays 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 mott 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 worfe,
To fright the animals, and to kill them up
In their affign'd and native dwelling-place

Duke fen. And did you leave him in this contemplation?

2 Lord. We did, my Lord, weeping and commenting Upon the fobbing deer.

Duke fen. Show me the place;

I love to cope him in thefe fullen fits.
For then he's full of matter.

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

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[Excunt.; SCENE

SCENE II. Changes to the palace again..

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 confent 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 mistrefs.

2 Lord. My Lord, the roynifh clown at whom so oft
Your Grace was wont to laugh, is alfo miffing:
Hefperia, the Princefs' gentlewoman,
Confeffes, that the fecretly o'erheard

Your daughter and her cousin much commend

The parts and graces of the wrestler,

That did but lately foil the finewy Charles;
And the 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 abfent, bring his brother to me,

I'll make him find him; do this fuddenly;
And let not fearch and inquifition quail
To bring again thefe foolish runaways.

SCENE III. Changes to Oliver's house.

Enter Orlando and Adam.

Orla. Who's there?

Adam. What!

mafter,

[Exeunt

my young mafter? oh, my gentle

Oh, my fweet mafter, O 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, ftrong, and valiant?
Why would you be fo fond to overcome
The bony prifer of the humorous Duke?

Your praife is come too fwiftly home before you.
Know you not, Maiter, to fome kind of men

Their

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
Invenoms him that bears it!

Orla. Why, what's the matter?:

Adam. O unhappy youth,

Come not within thefe doors; within this roof: of all your graces

The enemy

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 praises, 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;
Foverheard him, and his practices:

This is no place, this house is but a butchery;-
Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it.

Orla. Why, whither, Adam, wouldft thou have me go? Adam. No matter whither, so you come not here. Orla. What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my food? Or with a base and boisterous fword enforce

A thievish living on the common road?

This I must 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 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 service 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 sparrow,
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 I with unbafhful forehead woo
• The means of weakness and debility;

• Therefore

Therefore my age is as a lufty winter,
• Frofty, but kindly; let me go with you;'
I'll do the fervice of a younger man
In all your bufinefs and neceffities.

Orla. Oh! good old man, how well in thee
The conftant fervice of the antique world;
When fervice fweet for duty, not for meed!
Thou art not for the fashion of these times,
Where none will fweat, but for promotion;
And having that, do choak their fervice up
Even with the having; it is not fo with thee;
But, poor old man, thou prun'ft a rotten tree,
That cannot fo much as a bloffom yield,
In lieu of all thy pains and hufbandry.
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 fourfcore
Here lived 1, but now live here no more.
At feventeen years many their fortunes seek;
But at fourfcore, it is too late a week;
Yet Fortune cannot recompense me better

appears

Than to die well, and not my master's debtor. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV. Changes to the foreft of Arden.

Enter Rofalind in boy's clothes for Ganymede, Celia drefs'd like a fhepherdefs for Aliena, and Clown.

Rof. O Jupiter! how weary are my spirits?

Clo. I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not

weary.

Ref. 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 hose ought to fhow itself couragious 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

bear you; yet I fhould bear no crofs, 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 fo, good Touchftone. Look you, who comes here; a young man and an old in folemn talk.

Enter Corin and Sylvius.

Cor. That is the way to make her scorn
you ftill.
Syl. O Corin, that thou knew'ft how I do love her!
Cor. I partly guess; for 1 have lov'd ere now.
Syl. No, Coria, being old, thou can't 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 so,)
How many actions most ridiculous
Haft thou been drawn by thy fantasy?

Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
Syl. O, thou didst then ne'er love fo heartily;
• If thou remember'ft not the slightest 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 the 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 Syl.. Rof. Alas, poor thepherd! fearching 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 re"member the kiffing of her batlet, and the cow's dugs "that her pretty chopt hands had milk'd: and I re"member the wooing of a peafcod instead of her, from "whom I took two cods, and giving her them again,