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That I did suit me all points like a man?
Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state; No longer Celia, but Aliena.
Ros. But, cousin, what if we essayed 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: Leave me alone to woo him: Let's away, [Crosses, R. And get our jewels and our wealth together; Devise the fittest time, and safest way To hide us from pursuit, that will be made After
my flight. Ros. Now go we in content, To liberty, and not to banishment.
END OF ACT I.
SCENE I. - Oliver's House.
Enter Adam, from Oliver's House.
tle master! Oh, my sweet master! Oh! you memory Of old Sir 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
be so fond to overcome The bony priser of the humorous duke ? Your praise is come too swiftly home before you. Know you not, master, to some kind of men, Their graces serve them but as enemies? No more do yours: your virtues, gentle master, Are sanctified and holy traitors to you. Oh, what a world is this, when, what is comely, Envenonis him that bears it!
Orl. (R. c.) Why, what's the matter?
Adam. Oh, unhappy youth !
[Comes out of the House.
Orl. Why, whither, Adam, would'st thou have me go? Adam. (L. c.) No matter whither, so you come not
here. Orl. Why, would'st thou have me go and beg my food ? Or, with a base and boisterous sword, enforce A tbievish living on the common road? This I must do, or know not what to do: (Goes, R. Yet this I will not do, do how I can; (Returns to c. I rather will subject me to the malice Of a diverted blood, and bloody brother.
Adam. But do not so; I have five hundred crownsThe thrifty hire I saved under your
fatherWhich I did store, to be my
For, in my youth, I never did apply
Orl. Oh, good old man ! how well in thee appears
old man, thou prun'st a rotten tree,
Adam. Master, go on; and I will follow thee, To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty.
Slowly following: 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 fou rscore it is too late a week: Yet fortune cannot recompense me better, Than to die well, and not my master's debtor. (Exit, R.
SCENE II.— The Forest of Arden. Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, Jaques, and two or three
Lords, like Foresters, L.
? Are not these woods
Which, when it bites, and blows upon my brdy,
Amiens. (R.) Happy is your grace,
Duke. Come, shall we go and kill us venison ?
yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools,
Jaques. (L.) Indeed, my lord,
brother, that hath banished you.
Duke. But what said you ?
not moralize this spectacle ?
As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more
Duke. Show me the place ;
Jaques. I'll bring you to it straight. (Exeunt, L.
SCENE III.-A Room in the Palace.
Enter DUKE FREDERICK, Eustace, Louis, and GENTLE
MEN, R. Duke. (c.) Can it be possible, that no man saw them ? It cannot be; some villains of my court Are of consent and sufferance in this.
1st Gent. (R.) I cannot hear of any that did see her. The ladies, her attendants of her chamber, Saw her a-bed; and, in the morning early, They found the bed untreasured of their mistresg. 2d Gent. (L.) My lord, the roynish clown, at whom so