thing that nature gave me, his countenance seems he lets me feed with his hinds, bars me the place s much as in him lies, mines my gentility with my s it, Adam, that grieves me; and the spirit of my nk is within me, begins to mutiny against this serlonger endure it, though yet I know no wise

Did it.

Enter OLIVER.

comes my master, your brother.

Adam, and thou shalt hear how he will shake me up. what make you here?

I am not taught to make any thing.

you then, sir?

I am helping you to mar that which Heaven made, rother of yours, with idleness.

be better employ'd, and be naught awhile.

ep your hogs, and eat husks with them? What ve I spent, that I should come to such penury?

where you are, sir?

well: here in your orchard.

before whom, sir?

than he I am before knows me. I know, you are and, in the gentle condition of blood, you should ourtesy of nations allows you my better, in that born; but the same tradition takes not away my wenty brothers betwixt us: I have as much of my you; albeit, I confess, your coming before me is

ence.

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ne, elder brother, you are too young in this.

Oli. And what wilt thou do? beg, when that is sper get you in: I will not long be troubled with you: yc some part of your will: I pray you, leave me.

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

Adam. Is old dog my reward? Most true, I have los your service. Heaven be with my old master! he wo spoke such a word. [Exeunt ORLANI

Oli. Is it even so? begin you to grow upon me? your rankness, and yet give no thousand crowns neithe

Oliver, desirous of ridding himself of Orlando, seeks the aid of "Charl who is engaged to exhibit in a wrestling match, that is to take place be Duke and his court. Charles, instigated by Oliver, agrees to challeng "a fall with him," when by superior skill he hopes to overcome and kill frustrated by the agility and strength of Orlando, who obtains the victor

Rosalind the daughter of the exiled Duke, is at her Uncle's court, : by Celia her cousin, they witness the wrestling match. Rosalind is st and courage exhibited by Orlando-and learning that he is the son of or oldest friends, her interest in the young man is increased; she reward: gold chain, and a mutual feeling of regard is excited in both their heart

Celia watches the growing love of Rosalind, and sportively accuses h love " on such a sudden:" their conversation is interrupted by Duke Fr become jealous of Rosalind, and banishes her from his court.

Enter CELIA, and ROSALIND.

Cel. Why, cousin; why, Rosalind; -Cupid have m word?

Ros. Not one to throw at a dog.

Cel. No, thy words are too precious to be cast awa throw some of them at me; come, lame me with reason Ros. Then there were two cousins laid up; when th 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

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?

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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?

You, cousin.

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,

AAVA

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 virtu
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 you If you out-stay the time, upon mine honor, And in the greatness of my word, you die.

[Exeunt DUKE FREDERI

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, Pr'ythee, 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?

Cel.

To seex my une

Ros. Alas, what danger will it be to us,

Maids as we are, to travel forth so far?
Beauty provoketh 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.

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 call'd?

Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state :

No longer Celia, but Aliena.

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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 have found refuge.

ACT II.

SCENE I.-The Forest of Arden.

Enter DUKE Senior, AMIENS, and other Lords, in the 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 from 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, when it bites and blows upon my body,
Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say,-