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Which teacheth Me that thou and I am one:
Shall we be fundred ? fhall we part, fweet Girl?
No, let my father feek another heir.

Therefore devife with me, how we may fly;
Whither to go, and what to bear with us;
And do not feek to take your charge upon you,
To bear your griefs your felf, and leave me out:
For by this heav'n, now at our forrows pale,
Say what thou can'ft, I'll go along with thee.
Rof. Why, whither fhall we go?

Cel. To feek my Uncle in the forest of Arden
Rof. Alas, what danger will it be to us,
Maids as we are, to travel forth fo far!
Beauty provoketh thieves fooner than gold.
Cel. I'll put my self in poor and mean attire,
And with a kind of umber fmirch my face;
The like do you; fo fhall we pass along,
And never ftir affailants.

Rof. Were't not better.

Because that I am more than common tall,
That I did fuit me all points like a man?
A gallant Curtle-ax upon my thigh,

A boar-fpear in my hand, and (in my heart
Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will)
We'll have a swashing and a martial outfide,
As many other mannish Cowards have,
That do outface it with their femblances.

Cel. What fhall I call thee, when thou art a man?
Ro I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own
Page;

And therefore, look, you call me Ganimed ;

But what will you be call'd ?

Cel. Something that hath a reference to my ftate: No longer Cella, but Aliena..

Which teasbeth Me..

for if Rofalind had learn'd to think Celia one Part of her: SelfShe could not lack that love which Celia complains She does. My Emendation is confirm'd by what Celia says when She first comes upon the Stage,

Ref.

Rof. But, Coufin, what if we affaid to fteal
The clownish Fool out of your father's Court?
Would he not be a comfort to our travel?

Cel. He'll go along o'er the wide world with me.
Leave me alone to woo him; let's away,
And get our jewels and our wealth together;
Devife the fittest time, and safest way
To hide us from pursuit that will be made
After my flight now go we in content
To Liberty, and not to Banishment.

A C T · II.

[Exeunt.

SCENE, Arden FOREST. Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, and two or three Lords like Foresters.

DUK B Senior

OW, my co-mates, and brothers in exile,

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Hath not old cuftom made this life more fweet
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, (4)
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 shrink with cold, I fmile, and say,
This is no Flattery: these are Counsellors,
That feelingly perfuade me what I am,

(4) Here feel we not the Penalty] What was the Penalty of Adam, hinted at by our Poet? The being sensible of the Difference of the Seafons. The Duke fays, the Cold and Effects of the Winter feelingly perfuade him what he is. How does he not then feel the Penalty? Doubtless, the Text must be restor'd as I have corrected it: and 'tis obvious in the Course of thefa Notes, how often not and but by Mistake have chang'd Place in our Author's former, Editions.

Sweet

Sweet are the uses 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 stubbornness of fortune Into fo quiet and fo fweet a ftyle.

Duke Sen. Come, fhall we go and kill us venison ? And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this defart city, Should, in their own Confines, with forked heads. Have their round haunches goar'd.

1 Lord. Indeed, my Lord,

The melancholy Jaques grieves at that;
And in that kind fwears you do more ufurp
Than doth your brother, that hath banish'd you:
To day my Lord of Amiens, and my felf,
Did fteal behind him, as he lay along

Under an oak, whofe antique root peeps out
Upon the brook that brawls along this wood;
To the which place a poor fequeftred ftag,
That from the hunters' aim had ta'en a hurt,
Did come to languish; and, indeed, my lord,
The wretched Animal heav'd forth fuch groans
That their discharge did ftretch his leathern coat
Almost to bursting; and the big round tears
Cours'd one another down his innocent nofe
In piteous chafe; and thus the hairy fool,
Much marked of the melancholy Jaques,
Stood on th' extremeft verge of the fwift brook,
Augmenting it with tears.

Duke Sen. But what faid Jaques?
Did he not moralize this fpectacle?

1 Lord. O yes, into a thousand fimilies. Firft, for his weeping in the needlefs stream; Poor Deer, quoth he, thou mak'st a teftament As worldlings do, giving thy fum of more

To that which had too much. Then being alone,

Left

Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends;
'Tis right, quoth he, thus mifery doth part
The flux of company: anon a careless herd,
Full of the pasture, jumps along by him,
And never stays to greet him: ay, quoth Jaques,
Sweep on, you fat and greafie citizens,

'Tis juft the fashion: wherefore do you look
Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?
Thus most invectively he pierceth through
The body of the Country, City, Court,
Yea, and of this our life; fwearing, that we
Are meer ufurpers, tyrants, and what's worse,
To fright the animals, and to kill them up
In their affign'd and native dwelling place.

Duke Sen. And did you leave him in this contempla-
tion?

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.
For then he's full of matter.

2 Lord. I'll bring you to him straight.

[Exeunt.

SCENE changes to the PALACE again.

Duke. C

Enter Duke Frederick with Lords.

AN it be poffible, that no man saw them? It cannot be; fome villians of my Court Are of confent and fufferance in this.

Lord. I cannot hear of any that did fee her. The ladies, her attendants of her chamber, Saw her a bed, and in the morning early

They found the bed untreafur'd of their mistress.

2 Lord. My Lord, the roynish Clown, at whom so oft Your Grace was wont to laugh, is also miffing: Hiperia, the Princefs' Gentlewoman, Confeffes, that the fecretly o'er-heard Your Daughter and her Coufin much commend The parts and graces of the Wreftler, That did but lately foil the finewy Charles ;

And

And the believes, where ever they are gone,

That Youth is furely in their company.

Duke. Send to his brother, fetch that Gallant hither:
If he be abfent, bring his brother to me,
I'll make him find him; do this fuddenly;
And let not Search and Inquifition quail
To bring again these foolish runaways.

[Exeunt

SCENE changes to OLIVER's House.

Enter Orlando and Adam.

Orla.7HO's there?

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Adam. What! my young mafter? oh, my gentle mafter,

Oh, my sweet mafter, O you memory

Of old Sir Rowland! why, what make you here?
Why are you virtuous? why do people love you?
And wherefore are you gentle, ftrong, and valiant ?
Why would you be so fond to overcome

The bonny Prifer of the humorous Duke?
Your Praise is come too fwiftly home before you.
Know you not, mafter, to some kind of men
Their graces ferve them but as enemies?

No more do yours; your virtues, gentle mafter,
Are fanctified and holy traitors to you.

Oh, what a world is this, when what is comely
Envenoms him that bears it!

Orla. 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 fon,-
Yet not the fon; I will not call him fon

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 ;

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