To hide us from purfuit that will be made ACT II. [Exeunt. SCENE I. Arden FOREST. Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, and two or three Lords like Foresters. DUKE fenior. 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? (a) Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The Seafons' difference; as, the icie phang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind; • Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, • Even 'till I fhrink with cold, I fmile, and fay, This is no Flattery: these are Counsellors, That feelingly perfuade me what I am, Sweet are the ules of Adverfity, 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 ftones, and good in every thing.' Ami. I would not change it; happy is your Grace, That can tranflate the ftubbornness of fortune Into fo quiet and fo fweet a ftyle, [(a) Here feel we but. Mr. Theobald-Vulg. Here feel awe not. ] Duke. Duke Sen. Come, fhall we go and kill us venifon! And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this defart city, Should, in their own Confines, with forked heads I Lord. Indeed, my Lord, The melancholy Jaques grieves at that; Under an oak, whofe antique root peeps out Duke Sen. But what faid Jaques? 1 Lord. O yes, into a thousand fimilies. 'Tis 'Tis just the fashion: wherefore do you look Duke Sen. And did you leave him in this contemplation? 2 Lord. We did, my Lord, weeping and commenting Upon the fobbing deer. Duke Sen. Show me the place; I love to cope him in these fullen fits. 2 Lord. I'll bring you to him ftraight. [Exeunt. II. Enter Duke Frederick with Lords. AN it be poffible, that no man faw them? Duke. CAN It cannot be; fome villains of my Court Are of consent and fufferance in this. I Lord. I cannot hear of any that did fee her. They found the bed untreafur'd of their mistress. Your Grace was wont to laugh, is alfo miffing: Your Daughter and her Cousin much commend The The parts and graces of the Wreftler, That did but lately foil the finewy Charles; Duke. Send to his brother, fetch that Gallant hither: Orla.WHO's there? Exeunt. Adam. What! my young mafter? oh, my gentle mafter, Oh, my fweet mafter, O you memory Of old Sir Rowland! why, what make you here? The boney Prifer of the humorous Duke? Oh, what a world is this, when what is comely Orla. Why, what's the matter? Adam. O unhappy youth, Come not within thefe doors; within this roof 1 The BONNY Prifer] We should read BONEY Prifer. For this wrestler is characterifed for his ftrength and bulk, not for his gayety or good-humour, The The enemy of all your graces lives: Your brother-(no; no brother; yet the son, - This is no place, this house is but a butchery; Orla. Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go? Adam. No matter whither, fo you come not here. Orla. What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my food? Or with a base, and boisterous fword enforce. A thievifh living on the common road? I rather will fubject me to the malice Adam. But do not fo; I have five hundred crowns, • Which I did store, to be my foster-nurse • Frosty, |