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This I must do: or know not what to do:
Yet this I will not do, do how I can;
I rather will subject me to the malice
Of a *diverted blood, and bloody brother.

Adam. But do not so: I have five hundred crowns,
The thrifty hire I sav'd under your father,
Which I did store, to be my fofter-nurse,
When service should in my old limbs lie lame,
And unregarded age in corners thrown ;
Take that: and He that dorh the ravens feed,
Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,
Be comfort to my age! Here is the gold;
All this I give you : Let me be your servant ;
Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty :
For in my youth I never did apply
Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood;
Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo
The means of weakness and debility; .
Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,
Frosty, but kindly : let me go with you;
I'll do the service of a younger man
In all your business and necessities.

Orla. Oh good old man; how well in thee appears
The constant service of the antique world,
When service sweat for duty, not for meed!

Thou art not for the fashion of these times,
Where none will sweat, but for promotion ;
And having that, do choak their service up
'Even with the having: it is not so with thee.
But, poor old man, thou prun'st a rotten tree,
That cannot so much as a blossom yield,
In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry :

e diverted blood,) estranged, out of it's natural course.

Even with the having :)-Even with the acquisitions made by it is such service extinguished,

But

But come thy ways, we'll go along together;
And ere we have thy youthful wages spent,
We'll light upon some settled low content..

Adam. Master, go on; and I will follow thee,
To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty. .
From seventeen years 'till now almost fourscore
Here lived I, but now live here no more.
At seventeen years many their fortunes seek;
But at fourscore, it is too late a week :
Yet fortune cannot recompence me better,
Than to die well, and not my master's debtor. [Exeunt,

S CE N E IV.

The Forest of Arden. Enter Rosalind in boy's cloaths for Ganimed; Celia drejt like

a fepberdess for Aliena, and Touchstone the Clown. Ros. O Jupiter ! how weary are my spirits ! Clo. I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary,

Rof. I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel, and cry like a woman: but I must comfort the weaker veffel, as doublet and hose ought to show itself courageous to petticoat ; therefore, courage, good Aliena.

Cel. I pray you, bear with me; I can go no further.

Clo. For my part, I had rather bear with you, than bear you : yet I should 3 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.
Clo. Ay, now am I 'in Arden : the more fool I ; when

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Henry IV, Part 2, Act I, S. 2. Ch. Juft. to in a den.

I was at home, I was in a better place; but travellers must be content.

Rof. Ay, be so, good Touchstone :-Look you, who comes here ; a young man, and an old, in folemn talk,

· Enter Corin and Silvius.
Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you still.
Sil. O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love her!
Cor. I partly guess; for I have lov'd ere now.

Sil. No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess;
Though in thy youth thou was as true a lover,
As ever sigh’d upon a midnight pillow :
But if thy love were ever like to mine,
(As sure I think did never man love so)
How many actions most ridiculous
Hait thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?

Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten.

Sil. O, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily :
If thou remember'st not the nightest folly
That ever love did make thee run into,
Thou hast not lov'd :
Or if thou hast not sat as I do now,
Wearying thy hearer in chy mistress' praise,
Thou hast not lov'd:
Or if thou hast not broke from company,
Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,
Thou hast not lov'd :-Oh Phebe, Phebe, Phebe!

[Exit Silvius. Rof. Alas, poor shepherd ! searching of thy wound, I have by hard adventure found mine own.

Clo. And I mine : I remember, when I was in love, I broke my sword upon a stone, and bid him take that for coming o’nights to Jane Smile : and I remember the kisfing of her 'batlet, and the cow's dugs that her pretty 1 barlet, ]-an inftrument to beat cloaths with.

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chop'd hands had milk'd: and I remember the wooing of a peascod instead of her ; from whom I took two peas, and, giving her them again, faid with weeping tears, Wear these for my fake. We, that are true lovers, run into strange capers, but as all is mortal in nature, fo is all nature in love 'mortal in folly.

Rof. Thou speak’st wiser, than thou art 'ware of.

Clo. Nay, I shall ne'er be aware of mine own wit, 'till I break my shins against it.

Rof. Jove! Jove! this shepherd's paflion is much upon my fashion.

Clo. And mine ; but it grows something stale with me,

Cel. I pray you, one of you question yon man,
If he for gold will give us any food;
I faint almost to death.

Clo. Holla; you, clown !
Ros. Peace, fool; he's not thy kinsman,
Cor. Who calls ?
Clo. Your betters, fir.
Cor. Else they are very wretched.
Ros. Peace, I say :-Good even to you, friend.
Cor. And to you, gentle fir, and to you all.

Rof. I pr’ythee, shepherd, if that love, or gold,
Can in this desert place buy entertainment,
Bring us where we may rest ourselves, and feed :
Here's a young maid with travel much oppress’d,
And faints for succour.

Cor. Fair sir, I pity her,
And wish for her fake, more than for mine own,
My fortunes were more able to relieve her:
But I am shepherd to another man,

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? mortal ]-abundant-used still in Warwickshire as a term of ampli. fication.

And

And do not sheer the fleeces that I graze ;
My master is of churlish disposition,
And little recks to find the way to heaven
By doing deeds of hospitality :
Besides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed
Are now on sale, and at our sheep-cote now,
By reason of his absence, there is nothing
That you will feed on ; but what is, come see,
And "in my voice most welcome shall you be.

Ref. What is he, that shall buy his flock and pasture?

Cor. That young swain, that you saw here but erewhile, That little cares for buying any thing.

Rof. I pray thee, if it stand with honesty, Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the flock, And thou shalt have to pay for it of us.

Cel. And we will mend thy wages : I like this place, And willingly could waste my time in it.

Cor. Assuredly, the thing is to be sold : Go with me; if you like, upon report, The soil, the profit, and this kind of life, I will your very faithful feeder be, And buy it with your gold right suddenly. (Exeunt.

S CE NE V.
Enter Amiens, Jaques, and others.

. S O N G.
Ami. Under the greenwood tree,

Who loves to lie with me,
And tune bis merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat,

I recks]-cares, regards.

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