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Cel. Something that hath a reference to my

state;

No longer Celia, but Aliena.

Ros. But, cousin, what if we assay'd 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; Devise the fittest time, and safest way To hide us from pursuit that will be made After my flight: Now go we in content, To liberty, and not to banishment.

[Exeunt.

ACT II.

SCENE I.

The Foreft of Arden.

Enter Duke senior, AMIENS, and other Lords, in the dress of Foresters.

Duke S. Now, my co-mates, and brothers in

exik,

Hath not old custom made this life mere sweet
Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods
More free from peril than the envious court?
Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,
The seasons' difference; as, the icy fang,
And churlish chiding of the winter's wind:
Which when it bites and blows upon my body,
Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say,
This is no flattery: these are counsellors
That feelingly persuade me what I am,
Sweet are the uses of adversity

Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head:
And this our life, exempt from publick haunt,
Finds tongues in trees,

books in the running
brooks,

Sermons in stones, and
Ami. I would not

good in every thing. change it: Happy is your Grace,

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That can translate the stubbornness of fortune
Into so quiet and so sweet a style.

Duke S. Come, shall we go and kill us venison ?

And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools,

Being native burghers of this desert city,

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Should, in their own confines, with forked heads Have their round haunches gor'd.

Lord. Indeed, my Lord,

The melancholy Jaques grieves at that;

And, in that kind, swears you do more usurp
Than doth your brother that hath banish'd you.
To-day, my lord of Amiens, and myself,
Did steal behind him, as he lay along

Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out
Upon the brook that brawls along this wood:
To the which place a poor sequester'd stag,
That from the hunters' aim had ta'en a hurt,
Did come to languish; and, indeed, my Lord,
The wretched animal heav'd forth such groans,
That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat
Almost to bursting; and the big round tears
Cours'd one another down his innocent nose
In piteous chase: and thus the hairy fool,
Much marked of the melancholy Jaques,

Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook,
Augmenting it with tears.

Duke S. But what said Jaques ?

Did he not moralize this spectacle?

1 Lord. O, yes, into a thousand similes, First, for his weeping in the needless stream: Poor deer, quoth he, thou mak'st a testament As wordlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much: Then, being alone, Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends;

'Tis right, quoth he; thus misery doth part The flux of company: Anon, a careless herd, Full of the pasture, jumps along by him,

And never stays to greet him; Ay, quoth Jaques,
Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens ;
'Tis juft the fashion: Wherefore do you look
Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?
Thus most inyectively he pierceth through
The body of the country, city, court,
Yea, and of his our life: swearing, that we
Are mere usurpers, tyrants, and what's worse,
To fright the animals, and to kill them up,
In their assign'd and native dwelling place.
Duke S. And did you leave him in this con
templation?

2 Lord. We did, my Lord, weeping and commenting

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 Attend

ants.

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 roynish clown, at whom so oft

Your Grace was wont to laugh, is also missing.
Hesperia, the Princess' gentlewoman, '
Confesses, that she secretly o'er-heard

Your daughter nud 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 quart
To bring again these foolish runaways. [Exeunt.

SCENE IIL

Before Oliver's House.

Enter ORLANDO and ADAM, meeting.

Orl. Who's there?

Adam. What! my young Master? gentle Master,

O, my

O, my sweet Master, O you memory
Of old Sir Rowland! why, what make you here?
Wy 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 humourous 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!

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 use 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.

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Orl. Why, whither, Adam, 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

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