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ACT I.
SCENE I.-An Orchard, near Oliver's House.

Enter ORLANDO, and ADAM. Orlando. As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion kequeathed me: By will, but a poor thousand crowns: and, as thou say'st, charged my brother, on his blessing, to breed me well: and there begins my sadness. My brother Jaques he keeps at school, and report speaks goldenly of his profit: for my part, he keeps me rustically at home, or, to speak more properly, stays me here at home unkept: For call you that keeping for a gentleman of my birth, that differs not from the stalling of an ox? His horses are bred better; for, besides that they are fair with their feeding, they are taught their manage, and to that end riders dearly hired: but I, his brother, gain nothing under him but growth; for the which his animals are as much bound to him as I. Besides this nothing that he so plentifully gives me, the something that nature gave me, his countenance seems to take from me; he lets me feed with his hinds, bars me the place of a brother, and, as much as in lim lies, mines my gentility with my education. This is it, Adam, that grieves me; and the spirit of my father, which I think is within me, begins to mutiny against this servitude : I will no longer endure it, though yet I know no wise remedy how to avoid it.

Enter OLIVER. Adam. Yonder comes my master, your brother. Orl. Go apart, Adam, and thou shalt hear how he will shake me up. Oli. Now, sir! what make you here?

Orl. Nothing ; I am not taught to make any thing. · Oli. What mar you then, sir?

Orl. Marry, sir, I am helping you to mar that which Heaven made, a poor unworthy brother of yours, with idleness. "Oli. Marry, sir, be better employ'd, and be naught awhile.

Orl. Shall I keep your hogs, and eat husks with them? What prodigal portion have I spent, that I should come to such penury?

Oli. Know you where you are, sir ?
Orl. O, sir, very well : here in your orchard.
Oli. Know you before whom, sir?

Orl. Ay, better than he I am before knows me. I know, you are my eldest brother; and, in the gentle condition of blood, you should know me: The courtesy of nations allows you my better, in that you are the first-born; but the same tradition takes not away my blood, were there twenty brothers betwixt us: I have as much of my father in me, as you; albeit, I confess, your coming before me is nearer to his reverence.

Oli. What, boy!
Orl Come, come, elder brother, you are too young in this.

Oli, Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain ?

Orl. I am no villain; I am the youngest son of sir Rowland de Bois : he was my father; and he is thrice a villain, that says, such a father begot villains : Wert thou not my brother, I would not take this hand from thy throat, till this other had pulled out thy tongue for saying so: thou hast railed on thyself.

Adam. Sweet masters, be patient; for your father's remembrance, be at accord.

Oli. Let me go, I say.

Orl. I will not, till I please : you shall hear me. My father charged you in his will to give me good education: you have trained me like a peasant, obscuring and hiding from me all gentleman-like qualities: the spirit of my father grows strong in me, and I will no longer endure it: therefore allow me such exercises as may become a gentleman, or give me the poor allottery my father left me by testament; with that I will go buy my fortunes.

Oli. And what wilt thou do ?' beg, when that is spent ? Well, sir, get you in: I will not long be troubled with you : you shall have some part of your will : I pray you, leave me.

Orl. I will no further offend you than becomes me for my good. Oli. Get you with him, you old dog.

Adam. Is old dog my reward ? Most true, I have lost my teeth in your service.—Heaven be with my old master! he would not have spoke such a word.

[Exeunt ORLANDO and Adam. Oli. Is it even so ? begin you to grow upon me? I will physic your rankness, and yet give no thousand crowns neither.

Oliver, desirous of ridding himself of Orlando, seeks the aid of " Charles, the wrestler," who is engaged to exhibit in a wrestling match, that is to take place before the usurping Duke and his court. Charles, instigated by Oliver, agrees to challenge Orlando to try “a fall with him," when by superior skill he hopes to overcome and kill him. In this he is frustrated by the agility and strength of Orlando, who obtains the victory.

Rosalind the daughter of the exiled Duke, is at her Uncle's court, and accompanied by Celia her cousin, they witness the wrestling match. Rosalind is struck by the grace and courage exhibited by Orlando-and learning that he is the son of one of her Father's oldest friends, her interest in the young man is increased ; she rewards Orlando, with a gold chain, and a mutual feeling of regard is excited in both their hearts.

Celia watches the growing love of Rosalind, and sportively accuses her with falling in love “on such a sudden;" their conversation is interrupted by Duke Frederick, who has become jealous of Rosalind, and banishes her from his court.

Enter Celia, and ROSALIND. Cel. Why, cousin; why, Rosalind ;-Cupid have mercy ;-Not a

word ?

Ros. Not one to throw at a dog.

Cel. No, thy words are too precious to be cast away upon curs, Throw some of them at me; come, lame me with reasons.

Ros. Then there were two cousins laid up; when the one should be lamed with reasons, and the other mad without any.

Cel. But is all this for your father ?

Ros. No, some of it for my child's father: O, how full of briers is this working-day world ! )

Cel. They are but burs, cousin, thrown upon thee in holiday foolery; if we walk not in the trodden paths, our very coats will catch them.

Ros. I could shake them off my coat; these burs are in my heart.
Cel. Hem them away.
Ros. I would try; if I could cry hem, and have him.
Cel. Come, come, wrestle with thy affections.
Ros. O, they take the part of a better wrestler than myself.

Cel. Is it possible, on such a sudden, you should fall into so strong a liking with old sir Rowland's youngest son ?

Ros. The duke my father lov'd his father dearly.

Cel. Doth it therefore ensue, that you should love his son dearly? By this kind of chase, I should hate him, for my father hated his father dearly; yet I hate not Orlando.

Ros. No 'faith, hate him not, for my sake.
Cel. Why should I not ? doth he not deserve well ?

Ros. Let me love him for that; and do you love him, because I do: Look, here comes the duke. Cel. With his eyes full of anger.

Enter DUKE FREDERICK, with Lords.
Duke F. Mistress, dispatch you with your safest haste,
And get you from our court.
Ros.

Me, uncle?
Duke F.

You, cousin.
Within these ten days if thou be'st found
So near our public court as twenty miles,
Thou diest for it.
Ros.

I do beseech your grace,
Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me:
If with myself I hold intelligence,
Or have acquaintance with mine own desires ;
If that I do not dream, or be not frantic,
(As I do trust I am not,) then, dear uncle,
Never so much as in a thought unborn,
Did I offend your highness.
Duke F.

Thus do all traitors:
If their purgation did consist in words,
They are as innocent as grace itself:
Let it suffice thee, that I trust thee not.

Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor:
Tell me, whereon the likelihood depends.

Duke F. Thou art thy father's daughter, there's enough.

Ros. So was I, when your highness took his dukedom;
So was I, when your highness banish'd him:
Treason is not inherited, my lord :
Or, if we did derive it from our friends,

What's that to me? my father was no traitor:
Then, good my liege, mistake me not so much,
To think my poverty is treacherous.

Cel. Dear sovereign, hear me speak.

Duke F. Ay, Celia; we stay'd her for your sake.
Else had she with her father rang'd along.

Cel. I did not then entreat to have her stay,
It was your pleasure, and your own remorse;
I was too young that time to value her,
But now I know her; if she be a traitor,
Why, so am I: we still have slept together; 1
Rose at an instant, learn'd, play'd, eat together; ! BBM
And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans,
Still we went coupled, and inseparable.

Duke F. She is too subtle for thee; and her smoothness,
Her very silence, and her patience,
Speak to the people, and they pity her.
Thou art a fool : she robs thee of thy name;
And thou wilt show more bright, and seem more virtuous,
When she is gone : then open not thy lips;
Firm and irrevocable is my doom
Which I have pass'd upon her; she is banish’d.

Cel. Pronounce that sentence then on me, my liege;
I cannot live out of her company.

(Duke F. You are a fool :-You, niece, provide yourself; If you out-stay the time, upon mine honor, And in the greatness of my word, you die.

[Exeunt DUKE FREDERICK, and Lords,
Cel. O my poor Rosalind : whither wilt thou go?
Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee mine.
I charge thee, be not thou more griev'd than I am.

Ros. I have more cause.
Cel.

Thou hast not, cousin,
Prythee, be cheerful: know'st thou not, the duke
Hath banish'd me his daughter ?
Ros.

That he hath not.
Cel. No? hath not ? Rosalind lacks then the love
Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one :
Shall we be sunder'd ? shall we part, sweet girl ?
No; let my father seek another heir.
Therefore devise with me, how we may fly,
Whither to go, and what to bear with us :
And do not seek to take your charge upon you,
To bear your griefs yourself, and leave me out;
For, by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale,
Say what thou canst, I'll go along with thee.
Ros. Why, whither shall we go?

To see, my uncle.
Ros. Alas, what danger will it be to us,

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Maids as we are, lo travel forth so far?
Beauty provuketh thieves sooner than gold.

Cel. I'll put myself in poor and mean attire,
And with a kind of umber smirch my face;
The like do you; so shall we pass along,
And never stir assailants.
Ros.

Were it not better,
Because that I am more than common tall,
That I did suit me all points like a man?
A boar-spear in my hand; and (in my heart
Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will,)
We'll have a swashing and a martial outside;
As many other mannish cowards have,
That do outface it with their semblances.

Cel. What shall I call thee when thou art a man?

Ros. I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own page,
And therefore, look you, call me, Ganymede.
But what will you be callid ?

Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state :
No longer Celia, but Aliena.

Ros. But, cousin, what if we assay'd to steal
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;
Devise 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. The action now begins in the Forest of Arden, where the exile Duke and his followers havo found refuge.

ACT II.

SCENE I.—The Forest of Arden.
Enter DUKE Senior, AMIENS, and other Lords, in thw dress of

Foresters.
Duke S. 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 froin peril than the envious court?
Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,
The seasons' difference; as the icy fang,
And churlish chiding of the winter's wind;
Which, w:en it bites and blows upon my body,
Even til I shrink with cold, I smile, and say,

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