In piteous chase; and thus the hairy fool, Duke S. But what said Jaques ? 1 Lord. O yes, into a thousand similes. To that which had too much. Then, being alone, And never stays to greet him: Ay, quoth Jaques, Tis just the fashion: Wherefore do you look In their assign'd and native dwelling place. Duke S. And did you leave him in this contemplation 2 Lord. We did, my lord, weeping, and commenting Upon the sobbing deer. Duke S. Shew me the place; I love to cope him in these sullen fits, For then he's full of matter. 2 Lord. I'll bring you to him straight. SCENE II-A Room in the Palace. Enter DUKE FREDERICK, Lords, and Attendants. Duke F. Can it be possible, that no man saw them? It cannot be some villains of my court Are of consent and sufferance in this. 1 Lord. I cannot hear of any that did see her. The ladies, her attendants of her chamber, Saw her a-bed; and, in the morning early, They found the bed untreasured of their mistress. 2 Lord. My lord, the roynish clown, at whom so oft Your grace was wont to laugh, is also missing. Hesperia, the princess' gentlewoman, Your daughter and her cousin much commend The parts and graces of the wrestler, [hither: Duke F. Send to his brother: fetch that gallant If he be absent, bring his brother to me, I'll make him find him: do this suddenly; [Exeunt. SCENE III. Before OLIVER'S House. Enter ORLANDO and ADAM, meeting. Orl. Who's there? Adam. What! my young master?-O my gentle The bony priser of the humorous duke? O, what a world is this, when what is comely Orl. Why, what's the matter? O unhappy youth, Your brother (no, no brother; yet the son- Of him I was about to call his father,) Hath heard your praises; and this night he means And you within it; if he fail of that, He will have other means to cut you off: This is no place, this house is but a butchery; Orl. Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me Adam. No matter whither, so you come not here. Orl. What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my Or, with a base and boisterous sword, enforce [food? A thievish living on the common road P 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 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; Orl. O good old man; how well in thee appears Adam. Master, go on, and I will follow thee [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The Forest of Arden. Enter ROSALIND in boy's clothes, CELIA drest like a Shepherdess, and TOUCHSTONE. Ros. O Jupiter! how weary are my spirits! 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 can go no farther. 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, whe 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. Cor. Into a thousand, that I have forgotten. Thou hast not loved; 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, Thou hast not loved: O Phebe, Phebe, Phebe! с [Exit Silvius. Ros. Alas, poor shepherd! searching of thy wound, I have by hard adventure found mine own. 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 anights to Jane Smile; and I remember the kissing of her batlet, and the cow's dugs that her pretty chapp'd hands had milk'd; 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 speak'st 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. Holloa: you, clown! Ros. Cor. Who calls? Peace, fool; he's not thy kinsman. Good even to you, friend. Peace, I say. Cor. And to you, gentle sir, and to you all. Cor. But I am shepherd to another man, And do not sheer the fleeces that I graze; And little recks to find the way to heaven Besides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed, |