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And ceremoniously let us prepare
Laun. Sola, sola, wo ha, ho, sola, sola!
Laun. Sola! did you see master Lorenzo, and mistress Lorenzo? sola, sola !
Lor. Leave hollaing, man; here
Laun. Tell him, there's a post come from my master, with his horn full of good news; my master will be here ere morning.
Lor. Sweet soul, let's in, and there expect their coming.
And yet no matter; — Why should we go in?
Come, ho, and wake Diana with a hymn ;
Jes. I am never merry, when I hear sweet musick. [Musick. Lor. The reason is your spirits are attentive: For do but note a wild and wanton herd, Or race of youthful and unhandled colts, Fetching mad bounds, bellowing, and neighing loud, Which is the hot condition of their blood; If they but hear perchance a trumpet sound, Or air of musick touch their ears,
You shall perceive them make a mutual stand,
Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage,
Mark the musick.
Enter PORTIA and NERISSA, at a distance. Por. That light we see, is burning in my hall. How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
Ner. When the moon shone, we did not see the candle.
Por. So doth the greater glory dim the less:
Empties itself, as doth an inland brook Into the main of waters. Musick! hark!
Ner. It is your musick, madam, of the house. Por. Nothing is good, I see, without respect; Methinks, it sounds much sweeter than by day.
Ner. Silence bestows that virtue on it, madam. Por. The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark, When neither is attended; and, I think, The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren. How many things by season season'd are To their right praise, and true perfection! Peace, hoa! the moon sleeps with Endymion, And would not be awak'd! [Musick ceases. That is the voice,
Or I am much deceiv'd of Portia.
Por. He knows me, as the blind man knows the cuckoo, By the bad voice. Lor.
Dear lady, welcome home. Por. We have been praying for our husbands' welfare,
Ner. What talk you of the posy, or the value?
Gra. Now, by this hand, I gave it to a youth,
A prating boy, that begg'd it as a fee;
Por. You were to blame, I must be plain with you,
Bass. Why, I were best to cut my left hand off,
Gra. My lord Bassanio gave his ring away
What ring gave you, my lord?
Por. Even so void is your false heart of truth.
Nor I in yours,
Till I again see mine.
If you did know to whom I gave the ring,
Por. If you had known the virtue of the ring,
My honour would not let ingratitude
Por. Let not that doctor e'er come near my house:
Of my dear friend. What should I say, sweet lady?
I was enforc'd to send it after him;
I was beset with shame and courtesy:
There you shall find, that Portia was the doctor; Nerissa there, her clerk: Lorenzo here Shall witness, I set forth as soon as you, And but even now return'd; I have not yet I'll die for't, but some woman had the ring. Enter'd my house. Antonio, you are welcome; Bass. No, by mine honour, madam, by my soul, And I have better news in store for you, No woman had it, but a civil doctor, Than you expect: unseal this letter soon; Which did refuse three thousand ducats of me, There you shall find, three of your argosies And begg'd the ring; the which I did deny him, Are richly come to harbour suddenly : And suffer'd him to go displeas'd away; You shall not know by what strange accident Even he that had held up the very life I chanced on this letter.
I am dumb. Bass. Were you the doctor, and I knew wou not?
Lør. Fair ladies, you drop manna in the Of starved people.
Gra. Were you the clerk, that is to make me cuckold?
Ner. Ay; but the clerk that never means to do it, Unless he live until he be a man.
Bass. Sweet doctor, you shall be my bedfellow; When I am absent, then lie with my wife.
Ant. Sweet lady, you have given me life, and living; For here I read for certain, that my ships Are safely come to road.
How now, Lorenzo? My clerk hath some good comforts too for you. Ner. Ay, and I'll give them him without a fee.There do I give to you, and Jessica, From the rich Jew, a special deed of gift, After his death, of all he dies possess'd of.
It is almost morning, And yet, I am sure, you are not satisfied Of these events at full: Let us go in ; And charge us there upon intergatories, And we will answer all things faithfully.
SCENE I. -An Orchard, near Oliver's House. Enter ORLANDO and ADAM.
Orl. As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion bequeathed 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 on his dunghills 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 him 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.
Lords belonging to the two Dukes; Pages, Foresters, and other Attendants.
TOUCHSTONE, a clown.
The SCENE lies, first, near OLIVER's House; afterwards, partly in the Usurper's Court, and parily in the
Forest of ARDEN.
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 God 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.
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 so 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!
they say many young gentlemen flock to him every Orl. Come, come, elder brother, you are too day; and fleet the time carelessly, as they did in the young in this.
Oli. Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain?
Oli. What, you wrestle to-morrow before the new duke?
Ort. 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.
Cha. Marry, do I, sir; and I came to acquaint you with a matter. I am given, sir, secretly to nderstand, that your younger brother, Orlando, hath a disposition to come in disguis'd against me to try a fall: To-morrow, sir, I wrestle for my credit; and he that escapes me without some broken limb, Your brother is but young and tender; and, for your love, I would be loath to foil him, as I must, for my own honour, if he come in: therefore, out of my love to you, I came hither to acquaint you withal; that either you might stay him from his intendment, or brook such disgrace well as he shall run into; in that it is a thing of his own search, and altogether against my will.
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 allotery my father left me by testament; with that I will go buy my fortunes.
Oli. Charles, I thank thee for thy love to me, which thou shalt find I will most kindly requite. I had myself notice of my brother's purpose herein, and have by underhand means laboured to dissuade him from it; but he is resolute. I'll tell thee, Charles, it is the stubbornest young fellow of France; full of ambition, an envious emulator of every man's good parts, a secret and villainous con
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.
Oli. Get you with him, you old dog.
Adam. Is old dog my reward? Most true, I have lost my teeth in your service. — God 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 physick your rankness, and yet give no thousand crowns neither. Holla, Dennis!
Orl. I will no further offend you than becomes triver against me his natural brother; therefore use me for my good. thy discretion; I had as lief thou didst break his neck as his anger: And thou wert best look to't for if thou dost him any slight disgrace, or if he do not mighti'; grace himself on thee, he will practise against thee by poison, entrap thee by some treacherous device, and never leave thee till he hath ta'en thy life by some indirect means or other; for, I assure thee, and almost with tears I speak it, there is not one so young and so villainous this day living. I speak but brotherly of him; but should I anatomise him to thee as he is, I must blush and weep, and thou must look pale and wonder.
Cha. I am heartily glad I came hither to you: If he come to-morrow, I'll give him his payment: If ever he go alone again, I'll never wrestle for prize more: And so, Gcd keep your worship! [Erit.
Adam. Sweet masters, be patient; for your fa- shall acquit him well. ther's remembrance, be at accord. Oli. Let me go, I say.
Den. Calls your worship?
Oli. Was not Charles, the Duke's wrestler, here to speak with me.
Den. So please you, he is here at the door, and importunes access to you.
Oli. Call him in. [Erit DENNIS.]—"Twill be a good way; and to-morrow the wrestling is.
Oli. Farewell. good Charles. Now will I stir this gamester: I hope, I shall see an end of him; for my soul, yet I know not why, hates nothing more than he. Yet he's gentle; never school'd, and yet learned; full of noble device; of all sorts enchantingly beloved; and, indeed, so much in the heart of the world, and especially of my own people, who best know him, that I am altogether misprised: but it shall not be so long; this wrestler shall clear all: nothing remains, but that I kindle the boy thither, which now I'll go about. [Eri.