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

Rof. Wer'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 martail outside,
As many other mannish cowards have,

That do outface it with their femblances.

Cel. What fhall I call thee, when thou art a man? Raf. 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 Celia, but Aliena.

for if Rofalind had learnt to think Celia one part of herself, she could not lack that love which Celia complains the does. My emendation is confirm'd by what Celia fays when the firft comes upon the stage.

Herein I fee, thou lov'ft me not with the full weight that I love thee: &c. I could have taught my love to take thy father for mine; fo wouldft thou, if the truth of thy love to me were so righteously temper3d as mine is to thee,

Rof.

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.

[Exeunt.

Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, and two or three Lords

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like Foresters.

DUKE Jenior.

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

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, (9)
The feason's difference; as, the icy 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.

(9) Here feel we not the penalty.] What was the penalty of Adam hinted at by our poet? the being fenfible of the difference of the feasons. The Duke says, the cold and effects of the winter feelingly perfuade him what he is. How does he not then feel the penalty? doubtless the text muft be reftor'd as I have corrected it and 'tis obvious in the course of these notes, how often not and but by mistake have chang'd place in our author's former editions.

Sweet

Sweet are ufes 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 translate the ftubbornness of fortune
Into fo quiet and so sweet a stile.

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 myself,
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 fequefter'd ftag,
That from the hunters' aim had ta'en a hurt,
Did come to languifh; 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 swift 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 ftream;
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 pafture, jumps along by him,
And never stays to greet him: ay, quoth Jaques,
Sweep on, you fat and greafy citizens,

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

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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,

For then he's full of matter.

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

[Exeunt

SCENE changes to the Palace again.

Duke.

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Enter Duke Frederick with Lords.

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

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 untreafur'd of their miftrefs.

2 Lord. My Lord, the roynish clown, at whom so oft Your Grace was wont to laugh, is also missing : Hifperia, the Princefs' gentlewoman, Confeffes, that the fecretly o'er-heard Your daughter and her coufin much commend The parts and graces of the wrestler, That did but lately foil the finewy Clarles;

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 fearch and inquifition quail
To bring again thefe foolish runaways.

[Exeunt.

SCENE changes to Oliver's house.

Enter Orlando and Adam.

Orla. WHO's there?

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

Oh, my sweet mafter, O you memory

Of old Sir Rowland! why, what makes

you here? Why are you virtuous ? why do people love you? And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and valiant ? Why would you be fo fond to overcome

The bonny prifer of the humorous Duke? (10)
Your praise is come too fwiftly home before you.
Know you not, mafter, to fome kind of men
Their graces serve them but as enemies?

(10) The bonny prifer of the humorous Duke.] Mr. Warburton adwifes to read,

The boney prifer

an epithet more agreeing with the wreftler, who is characteriz'd for his bulk and ftrength; not his gaiety, humour, or affability. I have not difturb'd the text, as the other reading gives fenfe: tho' there are feveral paffages in the play, which, in good measure, vouch for my friend's conjecture. The Duke fays, fpeaking of the difference be twixt him and Orlando ;

You will take little delight in it, I can tell you, there is fuch odds in

the man.

And the Princefs fays to Orlando ;

Young Gentleman your fpirits are too bold for your years: you have seen cruel proof of this man's ftrength.

And again, when they are wrestling;

I would I were invifible, to catch the ftrong fellow by the leg.

And in another paffage he is characteriz'd by the name of the finery Charles.

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