Which teacheth Me that thou and I am one: Therefore devife with me, how we may fly; Cel. To feek my Uncle in the forest of Arden Rof. Were't not better. Because that I am more than common tall, A boar-fpear in my hand, and (in my heart Cel. What fhall I call thee, when thou art a man? 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 Cel. He'll go along o'er the wide world with me. 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, Hath not old cuftom made this life more fweet (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, And this our life, exempt from publick haunt, 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; Under an oak, whofe antique root peeps out Duke Sen. But what faid Jaques? 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 juft the fashion: wherefore do you look Duke Sen. And did you leave him in this contempla- 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 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: [Exeunt SCENE changes to OLIVER's House. Enter Orlando and Adam. Orla.7HO's there? i 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? The bonny Prifer of the humorous Duke? No more do yours; your virtues, gentle mafter, Oh, what a world is this, when what is comely Orla. Why, what's the matter? - Come not within these doors; within this roof Your brother-(no; no brother; yet the fon,- Of him I was about to call his father,) Hath heard your praises, and this night he means Abhor |