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I love to cope him in these sullen fits,
2 Lord. I'll bring you to him straight.
Show me the place;
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.
2 Lord. My lord, the roynish clown, at whom so oft
Your daughter and her cousin much commend
Duke F. Send to his brother; fetch that gallant
If he be absent, bring his brother to me,
to cope him-] To encounter, or engage with him.
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?
No more do yours; your virtues, gentle master,
O, what a world is this, when what is comely
Orl. Why, what's the matter?
Your brother-(no, no brother; yet the son-
O you memory -] Shakspeare often uses memory for memorial; and Beaumont and Fletcher sometimes. 9 so fond] i. e. so indiscreet, so inconsiderate.
1 The bony priser -] The word bonny occurs more than once in the novel from which this play of As You Like It is taken. It is likewise much used by the common people in the northern counties. I believe, however, bony to be the true reading. MALONE.
To burn the lodging where you use to lie,
I overheard him, and his practices.
Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it.
Orl. Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me.
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
Of a diverted blood, and bloody brother.
Adam. But do not so: I have five hundred crowns, The thrifty hire I sav'd 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.
2 This is no place,] i. e. for you.
diverted Turned out of the course of nature.
Orl. O good old man; how well in thee appears
Adam. Master, go on; and I will follow thee,
At seventeen years many their fortunes seek;
Yet fortune cannot recompense me better,
Than to die well, and not my master's debtor. [Exeunt.
The Forest of Arden.
Enter ROSALIND in boy's clothes, CELIA drest like a
Ros. O Jupiter! how weary are my spirits!
Touch. I care not for my spirits, if my legs were
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
Even with the having ] Even with the promotion gained by service is service extinguished. JOHNSON.
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
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. Sil. O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love her! Cor. I partly guess; for I have lov'd ere now. Sil. No, Corin, being 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.
Thou hast not lov'd:
Or if thou hast not sat as I do now,
+Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress' praise,
no cross,] A cross was a piece of money stamped with a cross. On this our author is perpetually quibbling. +"Wearing" MALONE.