That I did suit me all points like a man? A boar-spear in my hand; and (in my heart, That do outface it with their semblances. Cel. (L.) What shall I call thee, when thou art a man? Ros. I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own page; And, therefore, look you call me Ganymede. But what will you be called? 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? [Crosses, R. Cel. He'll go along o'er the wide world with me: To hide us from pursuit, that will be made After my flight. Ros. Now go we in content, To liberty, and not to banishment. [Exeunt, R. END OF ACT I. ACT II. SCENE I.-Oliver's House. Enter ORLANDO, r.— -Knocks at the Door, L. Orl. Who's there? Enter ADAM, from Oliver's House. Adam. (L.) What! my young master?—Oh, my gen tle master! Oh, my sweet master! Oh! you memory Of old Sir Rowland! why, what make you here? And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and valiant? SO The bony priser of the humorous duke? Your praise is come too swiftly home before.you. Oh, what a world is this, when, what is comely, Orl. (R. C.) Why, what's the matter? Come not within these doors; within this roof Your brother [Comes out of the House. 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: This is no place-this house is but a butchery; 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 thievish living on the common road? I rather will subject me to the malice Of a diverted blood, and bloody brother. [Goes, R. [Returns to c. Adam. But do not so; I have five hundred crowns The thrifty hire I saved 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 : : For, in my youth, I never did apply Orl. Oh, good old man! how well in thee appears [Exit, R. But come thy ways, we'll go along together; [Going, R. [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; 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. Duke. (c.) Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods Which, when it bites, and blows upon my body, Which, like the toad, ugly, and venemous, Amiens. (R.) Happy is your grace, That can translate the stubbornness of fortune Duke. Come, shall we go and kill us venison ? Being native burghers of this desert city, Should, in their own confines, with forked heads, Jaques. (L.) Indeed, my lord, I have often grieved at that; And, in that kind, think you do more usurp Did steal Behind an oak, whose antique root peeps out Duke. But what said you ?— Did you not moralize this spectacle ? Jaques. Oh, yes, into a thousand similes. First, for his weeping in the needless stream:Poor deer, quoth I, thou makest a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more The body of the country, city, court, I love to cope you in these sullen fits, 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 mistress. Your grace was wont to laugh, is also missing. Your daughter, and her cousin, much commend The parts and graces of the wrestler That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles; That youth is surely in their company. |