Clo. Or as the deftinies decree.

but he will not be entreated: Speak to him, ladies;

Cel. Well faid; that was laid on with a trowel'. [fee if you can move him.
Cla. Nay, if I keep not my rank,-
Rof. Thou lofeft thy old smell.

Le Beau. You amaze 2 me, ladies: I would have told you of good wrestling, which you have loft the fight of.

Rof. Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling. Le Beau. I will tell you the beginning, and, if it please your ladyfhips, you may fee the end; for the heft is yet to do; and here, where you are, they are coming to perform it.

Cel. Well, the beginning, that is dead and

buried.

Le Beau. There comes an old man and his three fens,

Cel. I could match this beginning with an old tale.

Le Beau. Three proper young men of excellent growth and prefence ;

Rof. With bills on their necks,-Be it known unto all men by thefe prefents,

Cel. Call him hither, good Monfieur Le Beau. Duke. Do fo; I'll not be by. [Duke goes apart. Le Beau. Monfieur the challenger, the princelles call for you.

Orla. I attend them with all respect and duty. Ref. Young man, have you challeng'd Charles the wrestler?

Orla. No, fair princefs; he is the general challenger: I come but in, as others do, to try with him the ftrength of my youth.

Cel. Young gentleman, your fpirits are too bold for your years: You have feen cruel proof of this man's ftrength: if you faw yourself with your eyes, or knew yourfelf with your judgement, the fear of your adventure would counfel you to a more equal enterprife. We pray you for your own fake, to embrace your own fafety, and give over this attempt.

Ref. Do, young fir: your reputation shall not therefore be mifprifed: we will make it our f it to the duke, that the wrestling might not go forward.

Le Beau. The eldeft of the three wrestled with Charles, the duke's wrestler; which Charles in a Orla. I befeech you, punish me not with your moment threw him, and broke three of his rib, hard thoughts; wherein I confefs me much guilty, that there is little hope of life in him: fo he ferv'd to deny fo fair and excellent ladies any thing. But the fecond, and fo the third: Yonder they lie; let your fair eyes, and gentle withes, go with me the poor old man, their father, making fuch piti-to my trial: wherein if I be foil'd, there is but ful dole over them, that all the beholders take his one fham'd that was never gracious; if kill'd, but part with weeping.

Rof. Alas!

one dead that is willing to be fo: I fhall do my friends no wrong, for I have none to lament me;

Clo. But what is the fport, monfieur, that the the world no injury, for in it I have nothing; only

ladies have loft?

Le Beau. Why this, that I fpeak of.

Clo. Thus men may grow wifer every day! It is the first time that ever I heard, breaking of ribs was fport for ladies.

Cel. Or I, I promise thee.

Rof. But is there any elfe longs to fee this broken mufick in his fides? is there yet another dotes upon rib-breaking? Shall we fee this wrestling, coufin?

Le Beau. You must, if you stay here: for here is the place appointed for the wrestling, and they are ready to perform it.

Cel. Yonder, ture, they are coming: Let us now ftay and fee it.

Flouryk. Enter Dake, Frederick, Lords, Orlando,
Charles, and attendants.

Duke. Come on: fince the youth will not be entreated, his own peril on his forwardnefs.

Rof. Is yonder the man?

Le Beau. Even he, madam.

Cel. Alas, he is too young: yet he looks fuccessfully.

Duke. How now, daughter and coufin? are you crept hither to fee the wreftling?

Ref. Ay, my liege, fo pleafe you give us leave. Duke. You will take little delight in it, I can tell you, there is fuch odds in the men: In pity of the challenger's youth, I would fain diffuade him,

in the world I fill up a place, which may be better fupplied when I have made it empty.

Ref. The little ftrength that I have, I would it were with you.

Cl. And mine to eke out hers.

R. Fare you well. Pray heaven I be deceiv'd

in you!

C.l. Your heart's defires be with you! Cha. Come, where is this young gallant, that is fo defirous to lie with his mother earth? Orla. Ready, fir; but his will hath in it a more modeft working.

Dake. You thall try but one fall.

Cha. No, I warrant your grace; you fhall not entreat him to a fecond, that have fo mightily perfuaded him from a first.

Ola. You mean to mock me after; you fhould net have mucked me before: but come your ways. R. Now, Hercules be thy fpeed, young man! Gel. I would I were invifible, to catch the ftrong fellow by the leg! [They wrefile.

R. O excellent young man ! C. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who should down. [Shout. Duke. No more, no more. [Charles is thrown. Ola. Yet, I befeech your grace; I am not yet well breathed.

Dake. How'doft thou, Charles?

Le Beau. He cannot fpeak, my lord.

1 A proverbial expreffion implying a glaring falfhood. to put him out of the intended narrative.

2 Amaze here fignifies to confufe, so as

Duke.

Dr. Bear him away. What is thy name, young

Orle. Orlando, my liege; the youngoft fon of fr Rowland de Boys.

Dake. I would, thou hadft been fon to fome
man elfe.

The world esteem'd thy father honourable,
Bx I did find him ftill mine enemy:

Le Beau. Neither his daughter, if we judge by
But yet, indeed, the fhorter is his daughter:
The other is daughter to the banish'd duke,
And here detain'd by her ufurping uncle,

Thou shouldst have better pleas'd me with this deed, To keep his daughter company; whofe loves

Rof. No, fome of it is for my child's father: Oh, how full of briars is this working-day world! Cel. They are but burs, coufin, thrown upon thee in holiday foolery; if we walk not in the Tak him what he would :-Did you call, fir-trodden paths, our very petticoats will catch them. Sr, you have wreftled well, and overthrown

1 The quintaine was a stake driven into a field, upon which were hung a fhield and other trophies ar, at which they fhot, darted, or iode with a lance. When the field and the trophils were auturown down, the quintaine remained. 21. c. character, difpofition.

Rof. Me, uncle ?

Duke. You, coufin.

Within these ten days if that thou be'ft found
So near our publick court as twenty miles,
Thon dicft for it.

Rof. I do befeech your grace,

Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me:
If with my felf I hold intelligence,

Or have acquaintance with my own defires;
If that I do not dream, or be not frantick,
(As I do truft, I am not) then, dear uncle,
Never, fo much as in a thought unborn,
Did I offend your highnels.

Duke. Thus do all traitors;
If their purgation did confift in words,
They are as innocent as grace itfelf:-
Let it fuffice thee, that I trust thee not.

R. Yet your milti ust cannot make me a traitor:
Tell me, whereon the likelihood depends.

If you out-ftay the time, upon mine honour,
And in the greatnefs of my word, you die.

C.1. Omy poor Rofalind! whither wilt thou go? [Exeunt Duke, &c. Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee mine. charge thee, be not thou more griev'd than I am. Raf. I have more caufe.

Cl. Thou haft not, coufin;

Pr'ythee, be cheerful: know'ft thou not, the duke
Hath banifh'd me his daughter ?

Kof. That he hath not.

[love

Cel. No hath not? Rofalind lacks then the
Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one:
Shall we be funder'd? fhall we part, fweet girl?
No; let my father feek another heir.
Therefore devife with me, how we may fly,
Whither to go, and what to bear with us:
And do not feek to take your change upon you,
To hear your griefs yourfelf, and leave me out;
For, by this heaven, now at our forrows pale,
Say what thou canft, I'll go along with thee.
Ref. Why, whither fhall we go?

Cel. To teck my uncle in the foreft of Arden
Maids as we are, to travel forth fo far!
Ro. Alas, what danger will it be to us,
Beauty provoketh thieves fooner than gold.
Gel. I'll put myself in poor and mean attire,
[dom; | And with a kind of umber fmirch my face;

Dake. Thou art thy father's daughter, there'. enough.

Ref. So was I when your highness took his duke-The like do you; fo fhall we país along,

So was I, when your nighnefs banish'd him:

Treafon is not inherited, my lord;

Or, if we did derive it from our friends,
What's that to me? my father was no traitor:
Then, good my liege, miftake me not fo much,
To think my poverty is treacherous.

[fake,

Cel. Dear fovereign, hear me fpeak.
Duke. Ay, Celia; we but stay'd her for your
Elfe had the with her father rang'd along.

Cel. I did not then entreat to have her stay,
It was your pleasure, and your own remorde;
I was too young that time to value her,
But now I know her: if the be a traitor,
Why, fo am I: we still have flept together,
Rofe at ah inftant, learn'd, play'd, eat together;
And wherefoe'er we went, like Juno's fwans,
Still we went coupled, and infeparable.

Duke. She is too fubtle for thee; and her
fmoothnefs,

Her very filence, and her patience,
Speak to the people, and they pity her.
Thou art a fool: fhe robs thee of thy name;
And thou wilt fhow more bright, and feem more
virtuous,

When he is gone: then open not thy lips;
Firm and irrevocable is my doom

Which I have paft upon her; fhe is banish'd.

And never ftir aflailants.

Ref. Were it not better,

Because that I am more than common tall,
That I did fuit me all points like a man ?
A gallant curtle-ax2 upon my thigh,
A bear-fpear in my hand; and (in my heart
We'll have a fwathing 3 and a martial outside;
Lie there what hidden woman's fear thefe will)
As many other mannith cowards have,
That do outface it with their femblances.

Gel. What shall I call thee, when thou art
man?
Ref. I'll have no worse a name than Jore's own
[page :
And therefore look you call me, Ganimed.
But what will you be call'd?

Cal. Something that hath a reference to my ftate;
No longer Celia, but Aliena.

Ref. But, coufin, what if we affay'd to steal
The clownish fool out of your father's court?
Would he not be a comfort to our travel?

Cel. He'll go along o'er the wide world with me;
And get our jewels and our wealth together:
Leave me alone to woo him: Let's away,
Devif the fittest time, and fafest way
To hide us from purfuit that will be made
After my flight: Now go we in content;
To liberty, and not to banishment.

[Exeune

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ely, bullying outlide.

41. c. a broad-iword.

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SCENE L

The Foref of Arden.

Der Duke Senior, Amiens, and two or three Lords like Foresters.

NOW

II.

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↑ Lord. O, yes, into a thousand similies. Firft, for his weeping in the needlefs ftream; "Poor deer," quoth he, “ thou makʼit 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;

[OW, my co-mates, and brothers" 'Tis right," quoth he; "thus mifery doth part in exile,

Hath not old custom made this life more fweet
Then that of painted pomp? Are not thefe
woods

free from peril than the envious court?
Flere feel we but the penalty of Adam,
The fasions' difference; as the icy fang,
And churlish chiding of the winter's wind;
Which when it bites and blows upon my body,
Even tid I thriak with cold, I fmile, and fay,--
Te in no flattery: thefe are counfeliors
The feelingly perfuade me what I am.
Sweet are the utes of adverfity;
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ';
And this on life, exempt from public haont,
Fr tungues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Samous in stones, and good in every thing. [grace,
da. I would not change it: Happy is your
Tut can tranflate the ftubborn.efs of fortune
Into to quiet and fo fweet a file.

Dake Sol Come, fhall we go and kill us venifon ?
And yet it isks me, the poor dappled fools,
Beng native burghers of this defert city,
Sud, in their own confines, with forked heads 2
Have their round haunches gur'd.

1 Lvd. Indeed, my lord,

The melancholy Jaques grieves at that;
And, in that kind, fwears you do more ufurp
In th your brother that hath banith'd you.
I my lord of Amiens, and myself,
Dd real blind him, as he lay along
Coder an oak, whofe antique root peeps out
To the brook that brawls along this wood:
1ste wruch place a poor fequeftred flag,
The from the hunters' aim had ta'en a hurt,
Du come to languah; and, indeed, my lord,
Te wretubal animal heav'd forth fuch groans,
T4 their discharge did ftretch his leathern coat
Am to buriting; and the big round tears
Cridae another down his innocent noie
is focus chafe: and thus the hairy fool,
Vis marked of the melancholy Jaques,

on the extremeft verge of the fwift brook,

Agmating it with tears.

Darbie. But what faid Jaques?

Pe not moralize this fpectacle ?

The flux of company:" Anon, a careless herd,
Full of the paiture, jumps along by him,

And never stays to greet him; "Ay," quoth Jaques,
Sweep on, you fat and greafy citizens;

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Tis juft the fafhion: Wherefore do you look
"Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?"
Thus moft invectively he pierceth through
The body of the country, city, court,
Yea, and of this our life; fwearing, that we
Are mere ufurpers, tyrants, and what's worse,
To fright the animals, and to kill them up,
In their allign'd and native dwelling-place.
Duke Sen. And did you leave him in this con-
templation?
Ling

2 Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and commentUpon the fobbing deer.

I

Duke Sen. Show me the place;

love to cope 3 him in thefe fullen fits,

For then he's full of matter.

2 Lord. I'll bring you to him Braight. [Exsunt.

SCENE

The Palace.

II,

Enter Duke Frederick with Lords.
Dake. Can it be poffible, that no man faw them?
It cannot be: fome villains of my court
Are of content 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 untreafur'd of their mistress.
2 Lord. My lord, the roynith 4 clown, at whom
fo oft

Your grace was wont to laugh, is alfo miffing.
Hefperia, the princefs' gentlewoman,
Confefles, that the fecretly o'erheard
Your daughter and her coufin much commend
The parts and graces of the wrestler
That did but lately foil the finewy Charles;
And the believes, wherever they are gone,
That youth is furely in their company.

[ther;

Duke. Send to his brother; fetch that gallant hi
If he be ablent, bring his brother to me,
I'll make him find him: do this fuddenly;
And let not fearch and inquifition quail 5
To bring again thefe foolish runaways.

[Exeunt.

1 This alludes to an opinion then prevalent, that in the head of an old toad was to be found a pearl, to which great virtues were afcribed. This ftone has been often fought, but never * Meaning, with arrows. 3 That is, encounter him. 4 i, c. fcurvy, mangy.

5 To quit

"SCENE

Enter Orlando and Adam

Orla. Who's there?

[mafter,
Adam. What! my young mafter?-Oh, my gentle
Oh, my fweet master, O you memory I
Of old fir Rowland! why, what make you here?
Why are you virtuous? Why do people love you?
And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and valiant?
Why would you be fo fond to overcome
The bony prifer of the humourous duke?
Your praife is come too fwiftly home before you.
Know you not, mafter, to fome kind of men,
Their graces ferve them but as enemies?
No more do yours; your virtues, gentle master,
Are fanétified 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 thefe doors; within this roof
The enemy of all your graces lives:
Your brother--(no, no brother; yet the fon
Yet not the fon;-I will not call him fon-
Of him I was about to call his father)

Hath heard your praifes; 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 2, 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 thievifh living on the common road?
This I muft do, or know not what to do:
Yet this I will not do, do how I can ;
I rather will fubject me to the malice
Of a diverted 3 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 fofter-nurfe,
When fervice 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 fparrow,
Be comfort to my age! Here is the gold;
All this I give you: Let me be your fervant;
Though I look old, yet I am strong and lufty:
For in my youth I never did apply
Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood;
Nor did not with unbafhful forehead woo
The means of weakness and debility;
Therefore my age is as a lufty winter,
Frofty, but kindly let me go with you;

I'll do the fervice of a younger man
In all your bufinefs and neceffities.

fappears
Orla. Oh good old man! how well in thee
The conftant fervice of the antique world,
When fervice fweat 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 fervice up
Even with the having 4: it is not fo with thee.
But, poor old man, thou prun'ft a rotten tree,
That cannot fo much as a bloffom yield,
In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry:
But come thy ways, we'll go along together;
And cre we have thy youthful wages fpent,
We'll light upon fome fettled low content.

Adam. Mafter, go on; and I will follow thee,
To the laft gafp, with truth and loyalty.
From feventeen years till now almost fourfcore
Here lived I, but now live here no more.
At feventeen years many their fortunes feek;
But at fourfcore, it is too late a week:
Yet fortune cannot recompenfe me better,
Than to die well, and not my mafter's debtor. [Exe.
SCEN E

The Foreft of Arden.

IV.

Enter Rofalind in boy's cloaths for Ganimed; Celia
dreft like a Shepherdess for Aliena; and Touch-
fone the Clown.

Rof. O Jupiter! how weary are my spirits!
Clo. I care not for my fpirits, if my legs were

not weary.

Rof. I could find in my heart to difgrace my man's apparel, and cry like a woman: but I mult 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 can go no further.

Clo. For my part, I had rather bear with you, than bear you: yet I fhould bear no croís 5, if I d bear you; for, I think you have no money in your purfe.

Rof. Well, this is the foreft of Arden.

Clo. Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool T when I was at home, I was in a better place: but travellers must be content.

Ref. Ay, be fo, good Touchstone:-Look you who comes here; a young man, and an old, in folemn talk.

Enter Corin and Silvius.

Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you stij
Sil. O Corin, that thou knew'ft how I do love her
Cor. I partly guefs; for I have lov'd ere now.
Sil. No, Corin, being old, thou canst not gues>
Though in thy youth thou waft as true a lover,
As ever figh'd upon a midnight pillow:
But if thy love were ever like to mine,
(As fure I think did never man love fo)

1 Memory is here put for memorial. 2 Place here means a manfion or refidence. 3 That is, bloc turned out of the courfe of nature. 4 Having here means pollefion. 5 A cross was a piece of mo Stamped with a croís,