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Orla. Why, what's the matter?
Adam. O unhappy youth, Comę not within these doors; within this roof The enemy of all your graces lives : Your brother-(no, no brother ; yet the sonYet not the son ;-I will not call him sonOf 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 house 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, so you come not here. Orla. What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my
i food ?
130 Of a 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 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,
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 ap. pears
old man, thou prunost a rotten tree,
160 And ere we have thy youthful wages spent, We'll light upon some settled 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 Diij
Here lived I, but now live here no more.
The Forest of Arden. Enter ROSALIND in Boy's Clothes
Clo. I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary.
Ros. 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 Alieną.
178 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,
Ros. Well, this is the forest of Arden.
Clo. Ay, now am I in Arden : the more fool I; when I was at home, I was in a better place; but travellers must be content. Ros. Ay, be so, good Touchstone :-Look you,
who comes here; a young man, and an old, in solemn talk.
Enter CORIN, and SILVIUS.
Sil. No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess;
Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten,
Šil. O, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily :
[ Exit Silvius. Ros. Alas, poor shepherd ! searching of thy wound, I have by hard adventure found mine 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 o'nights to Jane Smile: and I remember the kissing of her batlet, and the cow's dugs that her pretty chop'd hands had milk d: and I remember the wooing of a peascod instead of lier; from whoin I took two cods, and, giving her them again, said with weeping tears, Wear these for my sake. We, that are true lovers, run into strange capers, but as all iş mortal in nature, so is all nature in lovè mortal in folly.
223 Ros. Thou speak'st wiser, than thou art 'ware of.
Clo. Nay, I shall ne'er be aware of miné own wit, 'till I break my shins against it.
Ros. Jove! Jovel this shepherd's passion is much
ppon my fashion.
Clo. And mine; büç it grows something stale with
Cel. I pray you, one of you question yon man, 230
Clo. Holla! you, clown!
Ros. I prythee, shepherd, if that love, or gold,