Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens; Yea, and of this our life: swearing, that we Duke S And did you leave him in this contemplation? 2 Lord, We did, my lord, weeping and comment ing Upon the sobbing deer. Duke S. Show me the place; I love to cope* him in these sullen fits, For then he's full of matter. 2 Lord. I'll bring you to him straight. [Exeunt. SCENE II. A room in the palace. Enter Duke Frederick, Lords, and attendants. Duke F. Can it be possible, that no man saw them? It cannot be some villains of my court Are of consent and sufferance in this. 1 Lord. I cannot hear of any that did see 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. 2 Lord. My lord, the roynisht clown, at whom so oft Your grace was wont to laugh, is also missing. Your daughter and her cousin much commend That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles; Duke F. Send to his brother; fetch that gallant If he be absent, bring his brother to me, [Exeunt. SCENE III. Before Oliver's house. Enter Orlando and Adam, meeting. Orl. Who's there? Adam. What! my young master?-O, my gentle master, O, my sweet master, O you memory t Of old Sir Rowland! why, what make you here? Your praise is come too swiftly home before you. No more do yours: your virtues, gentle master, O, what a world is this, when what is comely Orl. Why, what's the matter? Siuk into dejection. + Memorial. Adam. O unhappy youth, The enemy of all your graces lives: Your brother-(no, no brother; yet the son- Hath heard your praises; and this night he means He will have other means to cut you off: This is no place, this house is but a butchery; Orl. Why, whither, Adam, would'st thou have me go? Adam. No matter whither, so you come not here. Orl. What, would'st thou have me go and beg my food? Or, with a base and boisterous sword, enforce A thievish living on the common road? This I must do, or know not what to do: I rather will subject me to the malice Adam. But do not so: I have five hundred crowns, The thrifty hire I sav'd under your father, * Mansion, residence. + Blood turned from its natural course. VOL. II. R Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo Orl. O good old man; how well in thee appears Adam. Master, go on; and I will follow thee, [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The Forest of Arden. Enter Rosalind in boy's clothes, Celia drest like a Shepherdess, and Touchstone. Ros. O Jupiter! how weary are my spirits! not weary. Ros. I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel, and to cry like a woman: but I must comfort the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to show itself courageous to petticoat: therefore, courage, good Aliena. Cel. I pray you, bear with me; I cannot go no further. Touch. 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. Ros. Well, this is the forest of Arden. Touch. Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I; when I was at home, I was in a better place; but travellers must be content. Ros. Ay, be so, good Touchstone:-Look you who comes here; a young man, and an old, in solemn talk. Enter Corin and Silvius. Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you still. Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten. Or if thou hast not sat as I do now, * A piece of money stamped with a cross. |