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No more do yours; your virtues, gentle master;
Are fanctified and holy traitors to you.
Oh, what, à world is this, when what is comely
Envenoms him that bears it!

Orla. Why, what's the matter?

Adam. ( unhappy youth, Come not within thefe doors; within this roof The enemy of all your graces lives: Your brother--10; no brother-yet the son, Yet not the son I will not call him fon Of him I was about to call his father, Hath heard your praises, and this night he means To burn the lodging where you use to lie,.. And you within it. If he fail of that, ; He will have other means to cut you off; I overheard him, and his practices : This is no place, this honfe is but a butchery; it is Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it. Orla. Whiy, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me

go? Adam. No matter whither, so you come not here. Orla. What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my

food?
Or with a base, and boisterous sword enforce
A thievish living on the common road?
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 4, 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 foster nurse
When service should in my old limbs lie lame,
And unregarded age in corners thrown.
Take That: and he that doth the ravens feed,
Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,

* -diverted blood.] Blood turned out of the course of nature.

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Be comfort to my age! Here is the gold,
All this I give you, let me be your servant;
Tho' 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 I with unbashful forehead woo
The means of weakness and debility;
Therefore my age is as a lufty 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 Thát, do cloak 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 bloffom yield,
In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry.
But come thy ways, we'll go along together;
And ere we have thy youthful wages fpent,
We'll light upon some fettled 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 fortunë cannot recompence me better
Than to die well, and not my master's debtor.

[Exeunt.

5 Even with the having.] Even with the promotion gained by fervice is service extinguished,

SCENE

SCENE VI.

Changes to the Forest of Arden. Enter Rosalind in Boys cloaths for Ganimed, Celia

drest like a Shepherdess for Aliena, and Touchstone the Clown.

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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 vessel, 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 bear no cross, if I did bear you; for, I think you have no money in your purse.

Rof, Well, this is the forest of Arden.

Clo. Ay; now I am in Arden, the more fool I; when I was at home, I was in a better place; but travellers must be content.

Ros. Ay, bę so, good Touchstone. Look you, who comes here; a young man and an old in solemn talk,

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Enter Corin and Silvius.

Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you

still.

• Jupiter! how merry are rather a direct Proof of the conmy Spirits?) And yet, within the trary Difpofition. Mr. WarburSpace of one intervening. Line, ton and I concurred in conjecturShe says, She could find in her ing it should be, as I have reHeart to disgrace her Man's Ap- formed in the Text :- how parel, and cry like a Woman. weary are my Spirits? And the Sure, this is but a very bad Sym- Clown's Reply makes this Readptom of the Briskness of Spirits: ing certain. THEOBALD.

Sil. O Cerin, 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, Tho' in thy youth thou wast as true as a lover, As ever figh'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 Hast 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 slightest.folly?,
That ever love did make thee run into;
Thou hast not loy'd.
Or if thou hast not sate as I do now,
Wearying the hearer in thy mistress, praise,
Thou hast not lov’d.-
Or if thou haft not broke from company,
Abruptly, as my passion now makes me;
Thou hast' nor lov’d.

[Exit Sil. O Phebe!. Phebe! Phebe!

Rof. Alas, poor Shepherd! searching of thy wound, I have by hard adventure found my 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 a-nights to Jane Smile; and I remember the kifling of her batlets, and the cow's dugs that her pretty chopt hands hâd milk’d; and I remember the wooing of a pealcod instead of her, from whom I took

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? I am inclined to believe that Know this from this passage Suckling took Thou lov't amit, the hint of his song:

And to love true

Thou must begin again and love Honeft lover, whosoever,

If in all thy love there ever Were one war’ring thought, thy 8 batlet,-) The inftraflame

ment with which washers beat Were not even, fill the fame.

their coarse cloachs, Vol. II, D

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two * cods, and giving her them again, faid with weeping tears, Wear thefe 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 fhins against it.

Rof. Jove! Jove! this Shepherd's paffion is much upon my fashion

Clo. And mine; but it grows something stale with

me.

Cel. I pray you, one of you question yond many
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, Sir.
Cor. Else they are very wretched.
Ros. Peace, I say-Good Even to you, friend.
Cor. And to you, gentle Sir, and to you all.

ROS. I pry'thee, sliepherd, 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 opprefs’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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* For cods it would be more a great quantity, is used as a par. like sense to read peas, which, hav ticle of amplification ; as, more ing the shape of pearls

, resembled tal tall, mortal little. Of this the common presents of lovers. sepse I believe Shakespeare takes

fo is all nature in love advantage to produce one of his mortal in folly.) This expression darling equivocations. Thus the I do not well understand. In the meaning will be, fo is all nature, middle counties, mortal, from mort in love, abounding in folly.

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