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SCENE II.-A Room in the Palace.
1 Lord. I cannot hear of any that did see her.
SCENE III.-Before Oliver's House.
Enter ORLANDO and Adam, meeting.
Orl. Why, what's the matter?
Adam. O unhappy youth, Come not within these doors; within this roof The enemy of all your graces lives; Your brother-(no, no brother; yet the son Yet not the son ;-I will not call him sonOf him I was about to call his father,) Hath heard your praises ; and this night he means To burn the lodging where you used 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. This is no place, this house is but a butchery ; Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it. Orl. Why, whither, Adain, wouldst thou have me
go? Adam. No matter whither, so you come not here. Orl. What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my
Adam. But do not so: I have five hundred crowns
Orl. O good old man ; how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed ! Thou art not for the fashion of these times,
• Blood turned from its natural course,
Where none will sweat, but for promotion;
Adam. Master, go on; and I will follow thee,
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 !
Touch. I care not for my spirits, it my legs were not weary
Ros. I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel, and to cry like a woman : but I must com. fort the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to shew 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 hear with you, than bear you: but 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.
• A piece of money stamped with a cross.
Sil. O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love
her! Cor. I partly guess; for I have loved ere now. Sil. No, Corin, berog old, thou canst not guess ;; Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover As ever sigh'd upon a midnight pillow : But, if thy love were ever like to mine, (As sure I think did never man love so,) How many actions most ridiculous Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?
Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
Sil. O, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily : If thou remember'st not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run into, Thou hast not loved : Or if thou hast not sat as I do now, Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress' praise, Thou hast not loved : Or it thou hast not broke from company, Abruptly, as my passion now makes me, Thou hast not loved:20 Phebe, Phebe, Phebe!
(Éxit Silvius. Ros. Alas, poor shepherd ! Searching of thy
wound, I have by hard adventure found mine own.
Touch. And I mine : I remember, when I was in love, I broke my sword upon a stone, and bid him take that for coining anight to Jane Smile : and I remember the kissing of her batlet, and the cow's dugs that her pretty chopp'd hands had milk'd : and I remember the wooing of a peascod instead of her ; from whom I took two cods, and, giving her them again, said with weeping tears, Wear these for my sake. We, that are true lovers, ran into strange capers ; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly,
Ros. Thou speak'st wiser than thou art 'ware of.
Touch. Nay, I shall ne'er be 'ware of mine own wit, till I break my shins against it.
Ros. Jove ! Jove this shepherd's passion Is much upon my fashion. Touch. And mine: but it grows something stale
Touch. Holla ; you, clown!
Touch. Your betters, Sir.
Ros. Peace, I say :-
Cor. And to you, gentle Sir, and to you all.
Cor. Fair Sir, I pity her, And wish for ber sake, more than for mine own, My fortunes were more able to relieve her: But I am sliepherd to another man, And do not sheer the fleeces that I graze ; lly master is of churlish disposition), And little recks to tind the way to heaven By Roing deeds of hospitality : Besides, his cote, his tocks, and bounds of feed, Are now on sale, and al our sheepcote now, By reason of his absence, there is nothing That you will feed on; but what is, come see, And in my voice most welcome shall you be. Ros. What is he that shall buy his fiock and pas
ture! Cor. That young swain that you saw here but ere
while, That little cares for buying any thing,
Ros. I pray thee, iť it stand with honesty, Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the flock, And thou shalt have to pay for it of us. Cel. And we will mend thy wages : I like this
place, And willingly could waste my time in it.
Cor. Assuredly, the thing is to be sold: Go with me; if you like, upon report, The soil, the profit, and this kind of life, I will your very faithful teeder be, And buy it with your gold right suddenly. (Exeunt.
SCENE V.-The same.
Who loves to lie with me,