1 Shall we be fundred? fhall we part, sweet Girl? Cel. To feek my Uncle in the foreft of Arden. Rof. Were't not better, Because that I am more than common tall, A boar-fpear in my hand, and (in my heart That do outface it with their femblances. Cel. What fhall I call thee, when thou art a man? Cel. Something that hath a reference to my ftate: Which teacheth Me for if Rofalind had learnt to think Celia one Part of her Self, She could not lack that Love which Celia complains She does. My Emendation is confirm'd by what Celia fays when She first comes upon the Stage: Herein I fee, Thou l'ft me not with the full Weight that I love thee: &c. I could have taught my Love to take thy Father for mine; fo wouldft Thou, if the Truth of thy Love to me were so righteously temper'd as mine is to thee. Rof. Rof. But, Coufin, what if we affaid 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; Devife the fittest time, and safest way To hide us from purfuit that will be made After my flight: now go we in content To Liberty, and not to Banifhment. [Exeunt, ACT II. SCENE, Arden FOREST. Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, and two or three Lords like Forefters. N DUKE fenior. OW, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Hath not old cuftom made this life more fweet More free from peril, than the envious Court? (9) Here feel we not the Penalty.] What was the Penalty of Adam, hinted at by our Poet? The being fenfible 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 reftor'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. This is no Flattery: these are Counsellors, Which like the toad, ugly and venomous, Ami. I would not change it; happy is your Grace, Duke Sen. Come, fhall we go and kill us venifon? And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this defart city, Should, in their own Confines, with forked heads Have their round haunches goar'd. I Lord. Indeed, my Lord, The melancholy Jaques grieves at that; Duke Sen. But what faid Jaques? 1 Lord. O yes, into a thousand fimilies. Firft, for his weeping in the needless stream; As As worldlings do, giving thy fum of more 'Tis juft the fashion; wherefore do you look 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 ftraight. [Exeunt. SCENE changes to the PALACE again. Enter Duke Frederick with Lords. Duke. It cannot be; fome villains of my Court AN it be poffible, that no man faw them? Are of consent and fufferance in this. I Lord. I cannot hear of any that did fee her. They found the bed untreafur'd of their mistress. 2 Lord. My Lord, the roynish Clown, at whom so oft Your Grace was wont to laugh, is alfo miffing: Hifperia, the Princefs' Gentlewoman, Confeffes, Confeffes, that the fecretly o'er-heard Your Daughter and her Coufin much commend Duke. Send to his brother, fetch that Gallant hither: [Exeunt. SCENE changes to OLIVER's House. Enter Orlando and Adam. HO's there? Orla. WE Adam. What! my young mafter? oh,my gentle mafter, Oh, my sweet mafter, O you memory Of old Sir Rowland! why, what make you here? The bonny Priser of the humorous Duke? (10) (10) The bonny Prifer of the humourous Duke.] Mr. Warburton advises to read, The boney Prifer an Epithet more agreeing with the Wreftler, who is characteriz'd for his Bulk and Strength; not his Gaiety, Humour, or Affability. I have not disturb'd the Text, as the other Reading gives Senfe: tho there are feveral Paffages in the Play, which, in good Measure, vouch for my Friend's Conjecture. The Duke fays, fpeaking of the Difference betwixt him and Orlando; You will take little Delight in it, I can tell you, there is fuch Odds in the Man: And the Princess says to Orlando ; Young Gentleman, your Spirits are too bold for your Years: you have feen cruel Proof of this Man's Strength. And again, when they are wrestling; I would I were invifible, to catch the ftrong Fellow by the Leg. And in another Paffage he is characteriz'd by the Name of the finewy Charles. Your |