Rof. I have more cause. Cel. Thou haft not, coufin; Pr'ythee, be cheerful; know'ft thou not, the Duke Has banish'd me his daughter? Rof. That he hath not. Cel. No? hath not? Rofalind lacks then the love, Which teacheth me that thou and I am one: Shall we be fundred? fhall we part, sweet Girl? No, let my father feek another heir. Therefore devife with me, how we may fly; Cel. To feek my Uncle in the forest of Arden. Cel. I'll put myself in poor and mean attire, Rof. Were't not better, Because that I am more than common tall, A boar-fpear in my hand, and (in my heart That do outface it with their femblances. Cel. What fhall I call thee, when thou art a man? Rof. 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. Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state: No longer Celia, but Aliena. 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. To hide us from pursuit that will be made [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. Arden FOREST. Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, and two or three. Lords like Forefters. DUKE Senior. 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 ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The Seafons' difference; as, the icy phang, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, 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 ftubbornnefs of fortune. Into fo quiet and fo sweet 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 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. First, for his weeping in the needless stream; Poor Deer, quoth he, thou mak'it a teftament As worldlings do, giving thy fum of more To that which had too much. Then being alone, Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends; 'Tis right, quoth he, thus mifery doth part The The flux of company: anon a careless herd, 'Tis juft the fafhion: wherefore do you look Duke Sen. And did you leave him in this contem. plation? 2 Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and comment. ing 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, Changes to the PALACE again. Enter Duke Frederick with Lords. [Exeunt. Duke. It cannot be; fome villains of my Court C. It cannot AN it be poffible, that no man saw them? Are of consent and fufferance in this. 1 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 fo oft Your grace was wont to laugh, is also miffing: Confeffes Confeffes, that fhe fecretly o'er-heard Your Daughter and her Coufin much commend That did but lately foil the finewy Charles; Duke. Send to his brother, fetch that Gallant hither: Orla. SCENE III. Changes to OLIVER's House. Enter Orlando and Adam. HO's there? WHO [Exeunt. Adam. What! my young mafter? oh, my gentle master, Oh, my fweet mafter, O you memory Of old Sir Rowland! why, what make you here? Your Praife is come too swiftly home before you. Oh, what a world is this, when what is comely Orla. Why, what's the matter? Come not within thefe doors; within this roof Your brother-(no; no brother; yet the fon, Yet |