ACT II. SCENE I. The Forest of Arden. Enter Duke senior, AMIENS, and other Lords, in the dress of Foresters. Duke S. Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more 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 16: And this our life, exempt from publick haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. Ami. I would not change it 7: Happy is your grace, 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, Should, in their own confínes, with forked heads Have their round haunches gor'd. 1 Lord. Indeed, my lord, The melancholy Jaques grieves at that; Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out 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; The flux of company: Anon, a careless herd, 'Tis just the fashion: Wherefore do you look Duke S. And did you leave him in this contem- 2 Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and com menting Upon the sobbing deer. Duke S. I love to cope him in these sullen fits, Show me the place; [Exeunt. For then he's full of matter. 2 Lord. I'll bring you to him straight. 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 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. Your daughter and her cousin much commend 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, SCENE III. Before Oliver's House. Enter ORLANDO and ADAM, meeting. Orl. Who's there? [Exeunt. Adam. What! my young master?-O, my gentle master, O, my sweet master, O you memory VOL. IV. 14 N Of old sir Rowland! why, what make you here? The bony priser of the humorous duke? 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? O unhappy youth, Your brother-(no, no brother; yet the son- And you within it: if he fail of that, I overheard him, and his practices. This is no place, this house is but a butchery; Orl. Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go? food? |