Rof. Why, whither shall we go?
Cel. To seek my Uncle in the forest of Arden.
Rof. Alas, what danger will it be to us,
Maids as we are, to travel forth fo far!
Beauty provcketh 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.

Rof. Were't not better,
Because that I am more than common tall,
That I did suit me all points like a man?
A gallant Curtle-ax' upon my thigh,
A boar-spear in my hand, and (in my heart
Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will)
I'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?
Ref. I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own

Page;
And therefore, look, you call me Ganimed,
But what will you be call'd ?

Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state: No longer Celia, but Aliena.

Ros. But, Cousin, what if we assaid 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 fright: now go we in content To Liberty, and not to Banihment [Exeunt.

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curtle axe, or cutlace, a broad sword.

8 I'll have Sir T. Hanmer, for we'll have.

ACT

A CT II.

SCENE I.

Arden FOREST.

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Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, and two or three Lords

like Forefters.

DUKE Senior.
OW, 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 simile, and say, · This is no Flattery: these are Counsellors,

That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Sweet are the uses of Adversity,
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head':
And this our life, exempt from publick haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.

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9 In former editions, Here feel our Author's former Editions. we not the Penalty.] What was

THEOBALD. the Penalty of Adam, hinted at " Which, like the toad, ugly and by our Poet? The being sensible

venomous, of the Difference of the Seasons. Wears yet a precious je wel in his The Duke says, the Cold and head:] It was the current Effects of the Winter feelingly opinion in Shakespeare's time, that persuade him what he is. How in the head of an old toad was to does he not then feel the Penalty ? I be found a stone, or pearl, to which Doubtless, the Text must be re- great virtues were ascribed. This stor'd as I have corrected it: and itone has been often fought, but 'tis obvious in the Course of these nothing has been found more Notes, how often not and but by than accidental or perhaps morMistake have chang'd Place in bid indurations of the skuil.

Ami. I would not change it *. Happy is your Grace,
That can translate the stubbornness of fortune
Into fo quiet and so sweet a style.

Duke Sen. Come, shall we go and kill us venison ?
And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools,
Being native burgbers of this desert city,
Should, in their own Confines, with forked heads
Have their round haunches goar'd.

i Lord. Indeed, my Lord,
The melancholy Jaques grieves at that ;
And in that kind swears you do more usurp
Than doth your brother, that hath banilhi'd you.
To-day my Lord of Amiens, and myself,
Did steal behind him, as he lay along
Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out
Upon the brook that brawls along this wood;
To the which place a poor fequeftred stag,
That from the hunters' aim had ta'en a hurt,
Did come to languilh; and, indeed, my lord,
The wretched Animal heay'd forth such

groans,
That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat
Almost to bursting; and the big round tears
Cours'd one another down his innocent nose
In piteous chase; and thus the hairy fool,
Much marked of the melancholy Jaques,
Stood on th’extremest verge of the swift brook,
Augmenting it with tears.

Duke Sen. But what said Jaques ?
Did he not moralize this spectacle?

i Lord. O yes, into a thousand fimilies.
First, for his weeping in the needless stream;
Poor Deer, quorh he, thou mak’it a testament
As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more
To that which had too much. Then being alone,
Left and abandon'd of his velver friends :

I would not change it.] Mr. and makes Amiens begin, Hapl9 Upton, not without probability, is your Grace. gives these words to the duke,

?Tis right, quoth he, thus misery doth part,
The flux of company. Anon a careless herd,
Full of the pasture, jumps along by him,
And never stays to greet him : Ay, quoth Jaques,
Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens,
'Tis just the fashion : wherefore do you look
Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?
Thus most inyectively he pierceth througli
The body of the Country, City, Court,
Yea, and of this our life; swearing, that we
Are meer usurpers, tyrants, and wliat's worfe,
To fright the animals, and to kill them up
In their assign’d and native dwelling place.
Duke Sen. And did you leave hiin in, this contem-

plation? 2 Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and comment

ing
Upon the sobbing deer.

Duke Sen. Show 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. [Exeunt,

SCENE II.

Changes to the Palace again.

Enter Duke Frederick with Lords.

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Duke. AN it be poflible, that no man faw them?

It cannot be. Some villains of my Court Are of consent and fufferance in this.

i Lord. I cannot hear of any that did see her;
The ladies, her attendants of her chamber,
Saw her a-będ, and in the morning early
They found the bed untreasur'd of their mistress.

to cope him,] To encounter him; to engage with him.

2 Lord. 2 Lord. My lord, the roynish Clown, at whom so

oft
Your Grace was wont to laugh, is also missing.
Hesperia, the Princess' Gentlewoman,
Confeffes, that she secretly o'er-heard
Your Daughter and her Cousin much commend
The

parts and graces of the Wrestler,
That did but lately foil the finewy Charles;
And she believes, where ever they are gone,
That Youth is surely in their company.

Duke. Send to his brother: Fetch that Gallant hither;
If he be absent, bring his brother to me,
I'll make him find him. Do this suddenly;
And let not Search and Inquisition quail
To bring again these foolish runaways. [Exeunt.

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Orla. THO's there?

Adam. What! my young maiter? oh,

my gentle master, Oh, my sweet master, oh, you memory Of old Sir Rowland! why, what make you here? Why are you virtuous ? why do people love you? And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and valiant? Why would you be so fond to overcome The bony 3 Priser of the humorous Duke? Your Praise is come too swiftly home before you. Know you not, master, to some kind of men Their Graces serve them but as enemies?

3 In the former editions, The strength and bulk, not for his BONNY Prifer- We should gayety or good-humour. read boner Priser. For this

WARBURTON. wrestler is characterised for his So Milton, Giants of mighty bone.

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