SCENE 11-A Room in the Palace.

Enter Duke FREDERICK, LORDS, and Attendants. Duke F. Can it be possible, that no man 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 untreasured of their mistress. 2 Lord, My lord, the roynish clown, at whom so oft

Your grace was wont to laugh, is also missing.
Hesperia, the princess' gentlewoman,
Confesses, that she secretly o'erheard

Your daughter and her cousin much commend
The parts and graces of the wrestler

That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles;
And she believes, wherever they are gone,
That youth is surely in their company.

Duke F. Send to his brother; fetch that gallant hither;

If he be absent, bring his brother to me,
I'll make him find him; do this suddenly;
And let not search and inquisition quail.
To bring again these foolish runaways.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III-Before OLIVER's House.
Enter ORLANDO and ADAM, meeting.

Orl. Who's there?

Adam. What! My young master?-0, my gentle master,

O, my sweet master, 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, strong, and valiant? Why would you be so fond to overcome

The bony priser of the humorous duke?

Your praise is come too swiftly home before you. Know you not, master, to some kind of men

Their graces serve them but as enemies?

No more do yours; your virtues, gentle master,
Are sanctified and holy traitors to you.

O, what a world is this, when what is comely
Envenoms him that bears it!

• Scurvy.

+ Memorial.

Inconsiderate.

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 son

Of 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;
Abhorit, 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 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:
Yet this I will not do, do how I can ;

I rather will subject me to the malice

Of a diverted blood, and bloody brother.

Adam. But do not so: I have five hundred crowns
The thrifty hire I saved under your father,
Which I did store, to be my foster-nurse,

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 servant;
Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty:
For in my youth I never did apply

Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood;
Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo
The means of weakness and debility;
Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,
Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you;
I'll do the service of a younger man
In all your business and necessities.

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;
And having that, do choke their service up
Even with the having: it is not so with thee.
But, poor old man, thou pran'st a rotten tree,
That cannot so much as a blossom yield,
In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry :
But come thy ways, we'll go along together;
And ere we have thy youthful wages spent,
We'll light upon some settled low content.

Adam. Master, go on; and I will follow thee, To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty.From seventeen years till now almost fourscore Here lived I, but now live here no more. At seventeen years many their fortunes seek; But at fourscore, it is too late a week: Yet fortune cannot recompense me better, Than to die well, and not my master's debtor. [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! Touch. I care not for my spirits, if 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. 1 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, being bid, 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 if thou hast not broke from company,
Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,
Thou hast not loved:-0 Phebe, Phebe, Phebe!
[Exit 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 coming 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, run 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 Joye! this shepherd's passion

Is much upon my fashion.

Touch. And mine: but it grows something stale with me.

Cel. I pray you, one of you question yond man, If he for gold will give us any food;

I faint almost to death.

Touch. Holla; you, clown!

Ros. Peace, fool; he's not thy kinsman.
Cor. Who calls?

Touch. Your betters, Sir.

Cor. Else are they very wretched.
Ros. Peace, I say :-

Good even to you, friend.

Cor. And to you, gentle Sir, and to you all. Ros. I pr'ythee, shepherd, if that love, or goid,

Can in this desert place buy entertainment,

Bring us where we may rest ourselves, and feed: Here's a young maid with travel much oppress'd, And faints for succour.

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 shepherd to another man,

And do not sheer the fleeces that I graze;
My master is of churlish disposition,

Aud little recks to find the way to heaven
By doing deeds of hospitality:

Besides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed,
Are now on sale, and at 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 shati you be.
Ros. What is he that shall buy his flock 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, if 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 feeder be,

And buy it with your gold right suddenly. [Exeunt.

SCENE V.-The same.

Enter AMIENS, JAQUES, and others.