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Duke. Bear him away. What is thy name, Orla. I thank you, sir; and, pray you, tell me Foung man?

this ; Oria. Orlando, my liege; the youngest son of Which of the two was daughter of the duke sir Rowland de Boys.

That here was at the wrestling? [manners; Duke. I would thou had'st been son to some 5 Le Beau. Neither is daughter, if we judge by man else.

But yet, indeed, the shorter is his daughter: The world esteem'd thy father honourable, The other is daughter to the banish'd dukt, But I did lind him still mine

enemy :

And here detain'd by her usurping uncle, Thou should'st have better pleas'd me with this To keep his daughter company; whose loves placist thou descended from another house. (deed, 10 Are dearer than the natural bond of sisters. But fare thee will: thou art a gallant youth ; But I can tell you, that of late this duke I would thou hadst told me of another father. Hath ta'en displeasure 'gainst his gentle niece;

[Erit Duke, with his train. Grounded upon no other argument, Manent Celia, Rosalind, Orlando. But that the people praise her for her virtues, Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do this? 15 And pity her for her good father's sake:

Crla. I am more proud to be sir Ron land's son, And, on my life, his malice 'gainst the lady Ilis youngest son ;--and would not change that Will suddenly break forth.- Sir, fare you well! To be adopted heir to Frederick. [calling, Hereafter, in a better world than this, Ros. My father lov'd sir Rowland as his soul,

I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. And all the world was of my father's mind: 20

[Exit. Had I before known this young man his son,

Orla. I rest much bounden to you; fare you well. I should have given himn tears unto entreaties,

Thus must I from the smoke into the smother; Ere he should thus have ventur'd.

From tyrant duke unto a tyrant brother:Cel. Gentle cousin,

But, heavenly Rosalind !

[Erit. Let us go thank him, and encourage him: 25)

My father's rough and envious disposition

An apartment in the Palace.
Sticks me at heart.—Sir, you have well deservd:
If you do keep your promises in love,

Enter Celia and Rosalind.
But justly as you have exceeded all promise, Cel. Why, cousin ; why, Rosalind ;-Cupid
Your mistress shall be happy.

30 have mercy - Not a word? Ros. Gentleman,

Ros. Not one to throw at a dog. [Giving him a chain from her neck. Cel. No, thy words are too precious to be cast Wear this for me; one out of suits with fortune ; away upon curs, throw some of them at me ; That could give more, but that her hand lacks come, lamé me with reasons. Shall we go, coz?

[means. 35. Ros. Then there were two cousins laid up; when Cel. Ay:-Fare you well, fair gentleman. the one should be lam'd with reasons, and the Orlu. Can I not say, I thank you ? My better other mad without any. parts

[up, Cel. But is all this for your father? Are all thrown down; and that which here stands Ros. No, some of it is for my child's father: Is but a quintaine', a mere lifeless block. 40 Oh, how full of briars is this working-day world! Ros. He calls us back: My pride fell with my Cel. They are but burs, cousin, thrown upon fortunes :

thee in holiday foolery; if we walk not in the I'll ask him what he would :-Did you call, sir ? trodden paths, our very petticoats will catch them. Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown Ros. I could shake them oif my coat"; these More than your enemies.

45 burs are in my heart. Cl. Will you go, coz?

Cel. Hem them away: Ros. Have with you :-Fare you well.

Ros. I would try; if I could cry, hem, and [Exeunt Rosalind and Celia. have him. Orla. What passion hangs these weights upon Cel: Come, come; wrestle with thy affections. my tongue ?

501 Ros. O, they take the part of a better wrestler I cannot speak to her, yet she urg'd conference. than myself. Enter Le Beau.

Cel. O, a good wish upon you! you will try O poor Orlando! thou art overthrown;

in time, in despight of a fali.-But, turning these Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thee. jests out of service, let us talk in good carnest :

Le Beau. Good sir, I do in friendship counsel you 55 Is it possible on such a sudden you should fall irTo leave this place: Albeit you have deserved to so strong a liking with old sir Rowland's younge High commendation, true applause, and love; est son? Yet such is now the duke's condition”,

Ros. The duke my father lov'd his father That he misconstrues all that you have done. dearly, The duke is humourous; what he is indeed, 160 Cel. Doth it therefore ensue, that you should More suits you to conceive, than me to speak of.) love his son dearly? By this kind of chase, I

The quintaine was a stake driven into a field, upon which were hung a shield and other trophies of war, at which they shot, darted, or rode with a lance. When the shield and the trophies were all thrown down, the quintaine remained. i. e. character, disposition.






should hate him, for my faihet hated lris father Cel. Pronounce that sentence then on me, my dearly'; yet I hate vot Orlando.

I cannot live out of her company.

fliege; Ros. No, faith, hate him not, for my sake. Duke. You are a fool :-You, niece, provide Cel. Why should I not? doth he not deserre

yourself; well ?

5 If you out-stay the time, upon nine honour, Enter Duke, with lords.

And in the greatness of my word, you die. Ros. Let me love him for that; and do you love

[Ercunt Duke, &c. him, because I do :-Look, here comes the duke. Cel. O my poor Rosalind! whither wilt thou go?

Cel. With his eyes full of anger. [haste, Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee mine.

Duke. Mistress, dispatch you with your safest 10 I charge thee, be not thou more griev'd than I am. And get you from our court,

Ros, I have more cause. Ros. Me, uncle?

Cel. Thou hast not, cousin; Duke. You, cousin.

Prythee, be cheerful: know'st thou not, the duke Within these ten days, if that thou be’st found Hath banish'd me bis daughter? So near our public court as twenty miles, 13 Ros. That he hath not.

[lore Thou ciest for it.

Crl. No? hath not? Rosalind lacks then the Ros. I do beseech your grace,

Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one: Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me: Shall we be sunder'd ? shall we part, sweet giri? If with myself I hold intelligence,

No; let my father seck another acir. Or have acquaintance with my own desires; 20Therefore devise with me, how we may fly, If that I do not dream, or be not frantick,

Whither to go, and what to bear with us: (As I do trust I am not) then, dear uncle,

And do not seek to take your change upon yotl, Never, so much as in a thought unborn,

Tubear your griefs yourself, and leave me out ; Did I offend your highness.

For, by this heaven, now at our sorrow's pale, Duke. Thus do all traitors;

25 Say what thou canst, I'll go along with thee. If their purgation did consist in words,

Ros. Why, whither shall we go? They are as innocent as grace itself:

Cel. To seek my uncle in the forest of Arden. Let it suffice thee, that I trust thee not.

Ros. Alas, what danger will it be to us, Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a trai- Maids as we are, to travel forth so far! Tell me, whereon the likelihood depends. [tor:30 Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. Duke. Thou art thy father's daughter, there's Cel. I'll put myself in poor and mean attire, enough.

[dom : And with a kind of umber smirch my face: Ros. So was I, when your highness took his duke The like do you; so shall we pass along, So was I, when your highness banish'd him: And never stir assailants. Treason is not inherited, my lord ;

135 Ros. Were it not better, Or, if we did derive it from our friends,

Because that I am more than common tall,
What's that to me? my father was no traitor : That I did suit me all points like a man?
Then, good my liege, mistake me not so much, A gallant curtle-ax? upon my thigh,
To think my poverty is treacherous.

A boar-spear in my hand; and (in my heart Cel. Dear sovereign, hear me speak. [sake, 40 Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will)

Duke. Ay, Celia; we but stayi her for your We'll have a swashing 'and a martial outside ; Else had she with her father rang'd along. As many other mannish cowards have,

Col. I did not then entreat to have her stav, That do outface it with their semblances,
It was your pleasure, and your own remorse; Col. What shall I call thee when thou art a
I was too young that time to value her,


(page: But now I know her: if she be a traitor,

Ros. I'll bave no worse a name than Jove's owu Wby, so am I: we still have slept together, And therefore look you call me Ganimed. Rose at an instant, learn’d, play'd, eat together; But what will yon be call’d? And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans, Cel. Something that hath a referenceto my state; Still we went coupled and inseparable. 50 No longer Celia, but Aliena. Duke. She is too subtle for thee; and her Ros. But, cousin, what if we assay'd to steal simoothness,

The clownish tool out of your father's court? Her very silence, and her patience,

Would he not be a comtort to our travel? Speak to the people, and they pity her.

Cel. He'll go along o'er tlie wide world with me; Thou art a foul: she robs thee of thy nainc; 55 Leave me alone to woo him: Let's away, And thou wilt show more bright, aud seem more And get our jewels and our wealth to eiher: virtuous,

Devise the fittest time, and safest way When she is gone: then open not thy lips; lo hide us from pursuit that will be made Firin and irrevocable is my doom

After my flight: Now go we in content; Which I have past upon her; she is banisli d. 60 To liberty, and not to banishment. [Excunt.

· Dear has the double meaning in Shakspeare of belored, as well as of hurtful, hated, baleful; when applied in the latter sense, however, it ought to be speit dere. ? i. e. a broad-sword. Si. e. a nois?! bullying outside.




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I Lord. O, yes, into a thousand similies.

First for his weeping in the needless stream; .The Forest of Arden.

Poordeer,” quoth he, “thou mak'st a testament Enter Dirke Senior, Amiens, and two or three

" As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more

5" To that which had too much:” Then, being Lords like foresters.

Left and abandoned of his velvet friends ; [alone, Duke Sen. Now, my co-mates, and brothers "Tisright," quoth he;“ thus misery doth part iu exile,

The flux of company:" Anon, a careless herd, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Full of the pasture, jumps along by him, Than that of painted pomp? Are not these 10 Andnever stays to greethin;“ Ay,"quoth Jaques, woods

"Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens ; More free from peril than the enyjous court?

|""'T'is just the tashion: Wherefore do you look Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,

lpon that poor and broken bankrupt there." The seasons' ditlerence; as the icy fang,

Thus most invectively he pierceth through And churlish chiding of the winter's wind; 15 The body of the country, city, court, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Yea, and of this our life; swearing that we Even till I shriok with cold, I smile and say, Are mere usurpers, tyrants, and what's worse, This is no flattery: these are counsellors To fright the animals, and to kill them up, That feelingly persuade me what I am.

In their assign'd and native dwelling-place. Śweet are the uses of adversity;

20 Duke Sen. And did you leave him in this conWhich, like the toad, ugly and venomous,


[ing Wears yet a precious jewel in his head':

2 Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and commentAnd this our life, exempt from public haunt, 'pon the sobbing deer. Findstonguesin trees, books in the running brooks, Duke Sen. Show me the place ; Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. (grace, 25 I love to cope 'bim in these sullen fits,

Ami. I would not change it: Happy is your For then he's full of matter. That can translate the stubbornness of fortune 2 Lord. I'll bring you to him straight. (Exeunt. Into so quiet and so sweet a stile. Duke Sen. Come, shall we go and killus venison?

And yet it irks me, the poor dappied fools, 301

The Palace.
Being native burghers of this desert city,
Should in their own contines, with forked headz ?

Enter Duke Frederick with Lords.
Hare their round haunches gor'd.

Duke. Can it be possible, that no man saw them? | Lord. Indeed, my lord,

It cannot be : some villains of my court The melancholy Jaques grieves at that ; 135 Are of consent and sufferance in this. And, in that kind, swears you do more usurp

| Lord, I cannot hear of any that did see her. Than doth your brother triat hath banish'd you. The ladies, her attendants of her chamber, To-day my lord of Amiens, and myself,

Saw her a-bed; and, in the morning early, Did steal behind him, as he lay along

They found the bed untreasured of their mistress. Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out 40 2 Lord. My lord, the roynish clown, at whom l'pon the brook that brawls along this wood: To the which place a poor sequester'd stag, Your grace was wont to laugh, is also missing. That froin the hunters' aim had ta'en a hurt, Hesperia, the princess' gentlewoman, Did come to languish; and, indeed, my lord,

Confesses that she secretly o'erheard The wretched animal heav'd forth such groans, 45 Your daughter and her cousin much commend That their discharge did stretch his leathi-rn coat The parts and graces of the wrestler Almost to bursting; and the big round tears

That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles; Cours'd one another down bis innocent nose

And she believes, wherever they are gone, In piteous chase: and thus the hairy fool,

That youth is surely in their company.

[ther; Much marked of the melancholy Jaques, 50 Duke. Send to his brother; fetch that gallaut hiStood on the extremest verge of the swift hrook, If he be absent, bring his brother to ine. Augmenting it with tears.

I'll make him tind hiin: do this suddenly; Duke Sen. But what said Jaques ?

And let not search and inquisition quail Did he not moralize this spectacle?

|To bring again these foolish runaways. (Excunt. * This alludes to an opinion then prevalent, that in the head of an old toad was to be found a stone, or pearl, to which great virtues were ascribed. This stone has been often sought, but never found. Meaning, with urrows. That is, encounter hin. ' i. e. scurvy, mangy. To quail is to jaint.


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il'll do the service of a younger man Oliver's House.

In all your business and necessities. [appears

Orla. Oh, good old man! how well in thee Enter Orlando and Adarn.

The constant service of the antique world, Orla. Who's there?

[tle master, 5 When service sweat for duty, not for meed! Adam. What! my young master! -Oh, my gen- (Thou art not for the fashion of these tinies, Oh, my sweet master, you memory?

Where none will sweat but for promotion ; Of old sir Rowland! why, what makes you here? And having that, do choak their service up Why are you virtuous ? Why do people love you? Even with the having *: it is not so with thee. And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and valiant: 10 But, poor old nran, thou prun’st a rotten tree, Why would you be so fond to overcome

(That cannot so niuch as a blossom vield, The bony priser of the humourous duke? In lieu of all thy pains and husbaridry: Your praise is come too swiftly home before you. But come thy ways, we'll go along together; Know you not, master, to some kind of men, And ere we have the youthful wages spent, Their graces serve them but as enemies ? 15 We'll light upon some settled low content. No more do yours; your virtues, gentle niaster, Adam. Master, go on; and I will follow thee, Are sanctified and holy traitors to you.

To the last gasp, with truth and loyaltyOh, what a world is this, when what is comely a

From seventeen years till now almost tourscore Envenoms him that bears it !

Here lived I, but now live here no more. Orla. Why, what's the matter ?

20 At seventeen years many their fortunes scek; Adam. O unhappy youth,

But at fourscore, it is too late a week: Come not within these doors; within this roof Yet fortune cannot recompense me better, The enemy of all your graces lives :

Thanto die well, andnot my master's debtor.[Ere, Your brother--(no, no brother; yet the sonYet not the son ;-I will not call him son- 125

S CE N E Of him I was about to call his father)

The Forest of Ardın. Hath heard your praises; and this night he means

Enter Rosalind in boy's cloaths for Ganimed ; CeTo burn the lodgings where you used to lie,

lia drest like a shepherdess for diena ; and And you within it: if he fail of that,

Touchstone the Clorin.
He will have other, eans to cut you off: 30
I overheard him, and his practices.

Ros. O Jupiter! how weary are ny spirits ! This is no place, this house is but a butchery;

Clo. I care not for my spirits, if my legs were

not Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it.


Ros. I could find in my heart to di-grace iny Orla. Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go?

135 man's apparel, and cry like a woma: but I 170-t

comfort the weaker vessel, as duublet and hose Adam. No matter whither, so you come not here. Orla. What, wouldst thou have me go and beg

ought to shew itself courageous to petticoat; my food ?

therefore, courage, good Aliena. Or, with a base and boisterous sword, enforce

Cel. I pray you, bear with me; I can go no A thievish living on the common road?

40 further. This I must do, or know not what to do ;

Cio. for my part, I had rather bear with you, Yet this I will not do, do how I can;

than bear you: yet I should bear no cross; it! I rather will subject me to the malice

did bear you; for I think you have no money in Ofa diverted 'blood, and bloody brother.

your purse. Adam. But do not so: I have five hundred crowns, 45

Ros. Well, this is the forest of Arden. The thristy hire I sav'd under your father,

Clo. Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I; Which I did store, to be my foster-nurse,

when I was at home, I was in a better place: but When service should in my old limbs lie lame,

travellers mu t be content. And unregarded age in corners thrown;

Ros. Av, beso, good Touchstone:-Look you, Take that: and he that doth the ravens feed,


who comes herc; a young man, and an old, in

solemn talk. Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be confort to my age! Here is the gold ;

Enter Corin and Silvius. All this I give you: let me be your servant : Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you still. Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty : Sil. O Corin, that thouknewesthow I do love her! For in my youth I never did apply

55 Cor. I partly guess; for I have lov'dere now. Hot ard rebellious liquors in my blood;

Sil. No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo

Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover, The means of weakness and debility;

As ever sigld upon a midnight pillow: Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,

But , Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; lool(As sure I think did never man love so)

Memory is here put for memorial. * Place here means a mansion or residence. That is, blood turned out of the course of nature. Haring here means possession. A cross was a piece of money stainped with a cross.


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By reason of his absence, there is nothing Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy? That you will feed on; but what is, come see,

Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten, And in my voice most welcome shall you be. Sil. O, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily: Ros. What is he, that shall buy his flock and If thou remember'st not the slightest folly 5

pasture? That ever love did make thee run into,

Cor. That young swain, that you saw here but Thou hast not lov'd:

erewhile, Or if thou hast not sat as I do now,

That little cares for buying any thing. Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress' praise, Ros. I pray thee, if it stand with bonesty, Thou hast not lov'd:

10 Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the liock, Or if tnou hast not broke from company,

And thou shalt have to pay for it of us. Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,

Cel. And we will mend ihy wages: I like this place, Thou hast not lov’d:-0) Phebe, Phebe, Phebe! And willingly could waste my time in it.

[Exit Silvius. Cor. Assuredly, the thing is to be sold: Ros. Alas, poor shepherd! searching of thy wound, 15 Go with me, if you like, upon report, I have by hard adventure found mine own. The soil, the profit, and this kind of life,

Cl. And I mine: I remember, when I was in I will your very faithful feeder be, love, I broke my sword upon a stone, and b'd him And buy it with your gold right suddenly(Exeunt. take that for coming o’nights to Jane Smile: and I remember the kissing of her battlet', and the 20

SCENE y. cow's dugs that her pretty chopp'd hands had Enter Amiens, Jaques, and others. milk d: and I remember the wooing of a peascod

SON G. instead of her; and from whom I took two cous-,

Ami. Under the greenwood tree, and, giving her them again, said with weeping

W'ho loves to lie with me, tears, Wear those for my sake. We, that are true 25

And tune his morry note lovers, run into strange capers; but as all is mortal

l'nto the sweet bird's throat, in nature, so is all nature in love mortal'in folly.

Come hither,come hither, come hither; Ros. Thou speak'st wiser, than thou art 'ware of.

Here shall he see Clo. Nay, I shall ne'er be aware of mine own wit, till I break my shins against it.

No enery,

30 Ros. Jove! Jove! this shepherd's passion is much

But winter and rough weather. . upon my fashion.

Jaq. More, more, I prythee, more. Clo. And mine; but it grows something stale Ami. It will make you melancholy, monsieur with me.

Jaques. Cel. I pray you, one of you question yon man, 35 Jan. I thank it. More, I pr’ythee, more. I can If he for gold will give us any food;

suck melancholy out of a song, as a weax-l sucks I faint almost to death.

leggs: More, I prythee, more. Clo. Holla; you, clown!

ami. My voice is rugged; I know I cannot please Ros. Peace, fool; he's not thy kinsman. you. Cor. Who calls ?

40. Jaq. I do not desire you to please me, I do deClo. Your betters, sir.

sire you to sing: Come, more; another stanza; Cor. Else they are very wretched.

Call you 'em stanzas? Ros. Peace, l'say:-Good even to you, friend. Ami. What you will, monsieur Jaques. Cor. And to you, gentle sir, and to you all. Jag. Nay, I care not for their names; they owe Ros. I prythee, shepherd, if that love, or gold, 45 me nothing: Will you sing?

(self. Can in this desert place buy entertainment,

Aine. More at your reque t than to please mye Bring us where we may rest ourselves, and feed: Jay. Well, then, it ever I thank any iman, I'll Here's a young maid with travel muchoppress’d, thank you: but that they call compluwent, is like And faints for succour.

the encounter of two dog-apes; and when a man Cor. Fair sir, I pity her,

50thanhs me neartily, me thinks, I have given him a And wish for her sake, more than for mine own, penny, and he rendira me the beggarly thanhs. My fortunes were more able to relieve her: Come, sing; and you that will no, hold your But I am shepherd to another man,


1 And do not sheer the fleeces that I graze;

Ami. Well, I'll end the song.-Sirs, cover the My master is of churlish disposition,

55 while; the duke will druk under this tree :-he And little recks to find the way to heaven tatn been all this day to look By doing deeds of hospitality:

Jag. And I have been all this day to avoid Besides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed him.' He is too disputable for my company: I Are now on sale; and at aur sheep-cote now, think of as inany matters as be; bui I give heaven

An instrument with which washer-women beat their coarse clothes. 2 Peascods is a term still in use in Statiordshire for peas as they are brought to market.. That is, abundant in folly. · In some counties, morial, from mort, a great quantity, is still used as a particle of a...pri.cation as mortal tall, mortal little.



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