ACT II. SCENE I A FOREST. Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, and two or three Lords like forefters. N DUKE Senior. OW my co-mates, and brothers in exile, • Hath not old cuftom 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 not the penalty of Adam, The feafon's difference, as the icie phang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, ‹ Which when it bites and blows upon my body, 'Even 'till I fhrink with cold, I smile, and say, This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly perfuade 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. Ami. I would not change it; happy is your Grace That can tranflate the ftubbornness of fortune Into fo quiet and fo fweet a ftyle. Duke Sen. Come, fhall we go and kill us venison ? And yet it irks poor dappled fools, it irks me, the Being native burghers of this defart city, Should, in their own confines, with forked heads 1 Lord. Indeed, my Lord, The melancholy Jaques grieves at that, Duke Sen. But what faid Jaques ? I Lord. O yes, into a thousand fimilies. To that which had too much. Then being alone, 'Tis right, quoth he, thus mifery doth part Cc 2 And And never stays to greet him: ay, quoth Jaques, Duke Sen. And did you leave him in this contemplation? 2 Lord. We did, my Lord, weeping and commenting Upon the fobbing deer. Duke Sen. Show me the place; I love to cope him in these fullen fits, For then he's full of matter. 2 Lord. I'll bring you to him straight. SCENE II. The PALACE again. Enter Duke Frederick with Lords. Duke. It cannot be; fome villains of my court An it be poffible that no man faw them? Are of consent and fufferance in this. I Lord. I cannot hear of any that did fee her. They found the bed untreafur'd of their mistress. [Exeunt. 2 Lord. My lord, the roynifh clown, at whom so oft Your Grace was wont to laugh, is alfo miffing: Hifperia, the princefs' gentlewoman, Confeffes Confeffes that the fecretly o'er-heard Your daughter and her cousin much commend Duke. Send to his brother, fetch that gallant hither; Orla. W SCENE III. OLIVER'S Houfe. Enter Orlando and Adam. Ho's there? [Exeunt. [master, Adam. What my young master? oh my gentle Oh my sweet mafter, O you memory Of old Sir Rowland! why, what make you here? No more do yours; your virtues, gentle master, Oh what a world is this, when what is comely Orla. Why, what's the matter? Adam Come not within these doors; within this roof Your brother----(no; no brother, yet the son, I overheard him, and his practices : This is no place, this houfe is but a butchery; Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it. Orla. Why, whither Adam wouldst thou have me go? Adam. No matter whither, fo you come not here. Orla. What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my food, Or with a base and boisterous fword enforce A thievish living on the common road? I rather will fubject me to the malice Of a diverted blood, and bloody brother. Adam. But do not fo; I have five hundred crowns, The thrifty hire I fav'd under your father, 'Which I did ftore, to be my foster nurse 'When service fhould in my old limbs lie lame, 'And unregarded age in corners thrown; All this I give you, let me be |