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Sweet are uses of adversity,
Which like the coad, 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.

Ami. I would not change it; happy is your Grace,
That can translate the stubbornness of fortune
Into lo quiet and so sweet a stile.

Duke Sen. Come, shall we go and kill us venison ?
And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools,
Being native burghers of this desart city,
Should, in their own confines, with forked heads
Have their round kaunches goar’d.

1 Lord. Indeed, my Lord,
The melancholy Jaques grieves at that;
And in that kind swears you do more ufurp
Than doth your brother, that hath banish'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 sequestred ftag,
That from the hunters' aim had ta'en a hurt,
Did come te languish; 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 chafe ; and thus the hairy fool,
Much marked of the melancholy Jaques,
Stood on th’extremeft verge of the Iwift brooky
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, quoth he, thou mak’lt a testament
As worldlings do, giving thy fun of more
To that which had too much. Then being alone,

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Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends ;
'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 itays to greet him: ay, quoth Jaquesy
Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens,
'Tis just the fashion; wherefore do you look
Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?
Thus most invectively he pierceth through
The body of the country, city, court,
Yea, and of this our life; swearing, that we
Are mere ufurpers, tyrants, and what's worse,
To fright the animals, and to kill them up
In their assign'd and native dwelling place.

Duke Sen. And did you leave him in this contemplation?

2 Lord. We did, my Lord, weeping and commenting Upon the sobbing deer.

Duke Son. 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. [Exeunte

SCENE changes to the Palace again.

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Enter Duke Frederick with Lords. Duke. AN it be possible, that no man saw them ?

It cannot be; some villains of my court
Are of consent and sufferance in this.

i 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 untreasur'd of their mistress.

2 Lord. My Lord, the roynish clown, at whom so oft
Your Grace was wont to laugh, is also missing :
Hifperia, the Princess' gentlewoman,
Confeffes, that the 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 the 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 foolih ranaways. [Exeunt.

SCENE changes to Oliver's house.

Enter Orlando and Adam.

Orla. W Adet What! my young master i oh, my

gentle mafter, Oh, my sweet master, 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, ftrong, and valiant? , Why would you be fo fond to overcome The bonny priser of the humorous Duke: (10) Your praise is come too swiftly home before

you. Know you not, master, to fome kind of men Their graces

serve them but as enemies ?

(10) The bonny priser of big bumorous Duke.] Mr. Warburton ad. viles to read,

The boney prisor an epithet more agreeing with the wrestler, who is characteriz'd for his bulk and Atrength; not his gaiety, humour, or aftability. I have not disturb’d the text, as the other reading gives sense: tho' there are several passages in the play, which, in good measure, vouch for my, friend's conjecture. The Duke says, speaking of the difference betwixt him and Orlando ;

You will take little delight in it, I can tell your tbere is fucb odds in the man : And the Princess says to Orlando;

Young Gentleman, your fpirits are too bold for your years: you bave seen cruel proof of Ibis man's strength. And again, when they are wrestling ;

I would I were invisible, to catch the strong fellow by the leg. And in another passage he is characteriz'd by the name of the finewy Charles,

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And you

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

Orla. Why, what's the matter?

Adam. O unhappy youth,
Come not within these doors; within this roof
The enemy of all your graces lives :
Your brother-(no; 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 ufe to lie,

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 house is but a batchery;
Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it.

Orla. Why, whither, Adam, wouldit thou have me go?
Adam. No matter whither, so you come not here.

Orla. What, wooldft thou have me go and beg my food?
Or with a base, and boisterous fword enforce
A thievith living on the common road?
This 1 muft 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
Ofa 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 fore, 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,
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 luity;
For in my youth I never did apply
Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood ;
Nor did I with unbalhful forehead woo
Vol. II.

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The means of weakness and debility :
Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,
Prolty, 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 conttant fervice of the antique world;
When service sweat for duty, not for mecz!
Thou art not for the fashion of these times,
Where none will sweat, but for promotion ;
And, having that, do choke 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;
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. Matter, go on; and I will follow thee
To the last gasp with truth and loyalty.
From seventeen years 'till now almoft fourscore
Here lived I, but now live here no more.
At seventeen years many their fortunes feek,
But at fourfcore, it is too late a week;
Yet fortune cannot recompence me better
Than to die well, and not my master's debtor.

[Exeunt.

SCENE changes to the Forest of Arden.

Enter Rosalind in Boys cloaths for Ganymed, Celia drejt

like a Shepherdess for Aliena, and Clown.

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Cle. I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary,

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