F- OF WORK S Mr. William Shakespear. VOLUME the THIRD. CONTAINING, AS YOU LIKE IT. The TAMING of the SHREW. App LONDON: Printed in the YEAR MDCCXLVIII. DUKE. FREDERICK, brother to the Duke, and ufurper of bis duke dom. } ment. AMIENS, Lords attending upon the Duke in his banish- ORLANDO, Younger brothers to Oliver. ADAM, an old fervant of Sir Rowland de Boys, now following the fortunes of Orlando. DENNIS, fervant to Oliver. CHARLES, a wrestler, and servant to the ufurping Duke Frederick. TOUCHSTONE, a clown attending on Celia and Rofalind. SYLVIUS, foepberds, A clown, in love with Audrey. WILLIAM, another clown, in love with Audrey, ROSALIND, daughter to the Duke. Lords belonging to the two Dukes, with pages, forefters, and other attendants. The SCENE yes firft near Oliver's boufe, and afterwards partly in the Duke's court, and partly in the foreft of Arden. As AS YOU LIKE IT. ACT. I. SCENE I Oliver's Orchard. Enter Orlando and Adam. A SI remember, Adam, it was upon this my father bequeath'd me by will but a poor thoufand crowns, and, as thou fay'st, charged my brother on his bleffing to breed me well; and there begins my fadnefs. My brother Jaques he keeps at school, and report speaks goldenly of his profit: for my part, he keeps me ruftically at home, or (to fpeak more properly) ftays me here at home unkept; for call you that keeping for a gentleman of my birth, that differs not from the ftalling of an ox? his horfes are bred better; for befidès that they are fair with their feeding, they are taught their manage, and to that end riders dearly hired: but I, his brother, gain nothing under him but growth, for the which his animals on his dunghills are as much bound to him as I. Befides this nothing that he fo plentifully gives me, the fomething that nature gave me his difcountenance feems to take from me. He lets me feed with his hinds, bars me the place of a brother, and as much as in him lyes, mines my gentility with my education. This is it, Adam, that grieves me; and the spirit of my father, which I think is within me, begins to mutiny against this fervitude. I will no longer endure it, tho' yet I know no wife remedy how to avoid it. A 3 SCENE Orla. |