2 Lord. My lord, the roynish clown at whom so oft Your daughter and her cousin much commend That youth is surely in their company. Duke F. Send to his brother; fetch that gallant hither; SCENE III-Before OLIVER's House. Enter ORLANDO and ADAM, meeting. Orl. Who's there? [Exeunt. Adam. What! my young master ?-O my gentle master, Of old Sir Roland! why, what make you here? The bony priser of the humorous duke ? No more do yours; your virtues, gentle master, O, what a world is this, when what is comely Orl. Why, what's the matter? O unhappy youth, Come not within these doors! within this roof Your brother (no, no brother; yet the son- He will have other means to cut you off: This is no place, this house is but a butchery; Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it. Orl. Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go? A thievish living on the common road? I rather will subject me to the malice Adam. But do not so. I have five hundred crowns, When service should in my old limbs lie lame, Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you ; Orl. O good old man, how well in thee appears Adam. Master, go on; and I will follow thee, SCENE IV.-The Forest of Arden. [Exeunt. Enter ROSALIND in boy's clothes, CELIA dressed like a Shepherdess, and TOUCHSTONE. Ros. O Jupiter! how weary are my spirits! 5 Touch. I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary. Ros. I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel, and to cry like a woman; but I must comfort the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to shew itself courageous to petticoat: therefore, courage, good Aliena. Cel. I pray you, bear with me; I cannot go no further. Touch. For my part, I had rather bear with you than bear you: yet I should bear no cross, if I did bear you; for, I think, you have no money in your purse. Ros. Well, this is the forest of Arden. Touch. Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I; when I was at home I was in a better place; but travellers must be content. Ros. Ay, be so, good Touchstone.-Look you, who comes here; a young man and an old in solemn talk. Enter CORIN and SILVIUS. Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you still. Sil. No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess; But if thy love were ever like to mine Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten. Or if thou hast not sat as I do now, Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress' praise, Or if thou hast not broke from company, Abruptly, as my passion now makes me, Ros. Alas, poor shepherd! searching of thy wound, I have by hard adventure found mine own. [Exit. Touch. And I mine. I remember, when I was in love I broke my sword upon a stone, and bid him take that for coming a-night to Jane Smile: and I remember the kissing of her batlet, and the cow's dugs that her pretty chapped hands had milked: and I remember the wooing of a peascod instead of her; from whom I took two cods, and, giving her them again, said with weeping tears, 'Wear these for my sake.' We, that are true lovers run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly. Ros. Thou speakest wiser than thou art 'ware of. Touch. Nay, I shall ne'er be 'ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it. Ros. Jove! Jove! this shepherd's passion Is much upon my fashion. Touch. And mine; but it grows something stale with me. Cel. I pray you, one of you question yond man, If he for gold will give us any food; I faint almost to death. Touch. Holla, you, clown! Cor. Who calls? Touch. Your betters, sir. Peace, fool; he's not thy kinsman. Cor. Else are they very wretched. Good even to you, friend. Peace, I say : Cor. And to you, gentle sir, and to you all. Ros. I pr'ythee, shepherd, if that love or gold Cor. Fair sir, I pity her, My fortunes were more able to relieve her: But I am shepherd to another man, |