Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks Sermons in ftones, and good in every thing.

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

Duke. Sen. Come, shall we go and kill us venifon?
And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools,
Being native burghers of this defart city,
Should, in their Confines, with forked heads
Have their round haunches 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 sequeftred stag,
That from the hunters' aim had ta'en a hurt,
Did come to languish; and, indeed, my lord,
The wretched Animal heav'd forth such groans
That their difcharge did stretch his leathern coat
Almoft 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 fwift brook,
Augmenting it with tears.

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

1 Lord. O yes, into a thousand fimilies. First, for his weeping in the needless stream; Poor Deer, quoth he, thou mak'st a teftament As worldlings do, giving thy fum of more To that which had too much. Then being alone, Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends;

'Tis right, quoth he, thus mifery doth part

The

10

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 moft invectively he pierceth through
The body of the Country, City, Court, ods.
Yea, and of this our life; fwearing, that we
Are mere ufurpers, tyrants, and what's worse, A
To fright the animals, and to kill them up
In their affign'd and native dwelling place.

Duke Sen. And did you leave him in this contem
plation?

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

ing

Upon the fobbing 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,

Duke.

SCENE

[Exeunt.

II.

Changes to the PALACE again.

Enter Duke Frederick with Lords.

CAN

it be possible, that no man saw them? It cannot be; some villains of my Court

Are of confent and fufferance in this.

1. Lord. I cannot hear of any that did fee 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 fo

oft

Your grace was wont to laugh, is alfo missing:
Hesperia, the Princess' Gentlewoman,

Confeffes

Tet

Orla. Oh! good old man, how well in thee appears The conftant fervice of the antique world; When fervice sweat for duty, not for meed! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat, but for promotion; And, having That, do choak their service up Even with the Having; it is not fo with thee; But, poor old man, thou prun'st a rotton tree, That cannot fo 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 fettled low Content.

Adam. Mafter, 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 fortune cannot recompence me better Than to die well, and not my master's debtor. [Exe.

Changes to the FOREST of Arden

Enter Rofalind in Boy's clothes for Ganimed, Celia drest like a shepherdess for Aliena, and Clown. Rof. Jupiter! how weary are my fpirits?

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

Ref. I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel, and cry like a woman; but I must comfort the weaker veffel, as doublet and hofe ought to show itself courageous to petticoat; therefore, courage, good Aliena.

Cel. I pray you, bear with me, I cannot go no further.

Clo.