Than doth your brother that hath banish'd you. Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook, Duke S. But what said Jaques ? Did he not-moralise this spectacle? 1 Lord. O, yes, into a thousand similes. First, for his weeping in the needless stream; 1 'Poor deer,' quoth he, thou makest a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much.' Then, being there 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, 1 The stream that needed not such a supply of moisture. And never stays to greet him; 'Ay,' quoth Jaques, Yea, and of this our life; swearing, that we In their assign'd and native dwelling-place. Duke S. And did you leave him in this contemplation ? 2 Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and commenting Upon the sobbing deer. Duke S. Show me the place : I love to cope 1 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 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 Encounter. 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 untreasured of their mistress. 2 Lord. My lord, the roynish1 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; [Exeunt. SCENE III. Before Oliver's house. Enter ORLANDO and adam, meeting. Orl. Who's there? Adam. What! my young master?—O, my gentle master! 1 Scurvy. 2 Faint, be wanting. O, my sweet master! O, you memory 1 Of old sir Rowland! why, what make you here? Why are you virtuous? Why do people love you? And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and valiant? Why would you be so fond 2 to overcome The bony priser 3 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? 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- 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: • Memorial. 2 Indiscreet. 4 Mansion, residence. 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 A thievish living on the common road? This I must do, or know not what to do; Yet this I will not do, do how I can: I rather will subject me to the malice Of a diverted blood,1 and bloody brother. Adam. But do not so: I have five hundred crowns, The thrifty hire I saved under your father, 1 Blood turned out of the course of nature. |