2 Lord. We did, my Lord, weeping and commenting Upon the sobbing deer. Duke Sen. Show me the place; 2 Lord. I'll bring you to him straight. SCENE II. The Palace again. [Exeunt. Duke. Can it be possible that no man saw them? I Lord. I cannot hear of any that did see her. Duke. Send to his brother, fetch that gallant hither; SCENE III. Oliver's House. Orla. Who's there? [Excunt. Adam. What! my young mafter? oh my gentle master, Oh my sweet master, O you memory Of old Sir Rowland! why, what make you here? Why would you be so fond to overcome The bonny priser of the humorous Duke? Your praife is come too swiftly home before you. Know Know you not, master, to some kind of men Oh, what a world is this, when what is comely Orla. Why, what's the matter? Alam. O unhappy youth, Come not within these doors; within this roof The enemy of all your graces lives : Your brother (no; no brother, yet the son, Yet not the son, I will not call him son Of 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 lye, He will have other means to cut you off; 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? Orla. What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my food, Or with a base and boisterous sword enforce Adam. But do not so; 1 have five hundred crowns, Het 1 Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood, Orla. Oh good old man, how well in thee appears Adam. Master, go on, and I will follow thee [Exeunt. med, Celia dreft like Enter Rosalind in Boy's cloaths for Ganimed, Rof. Jupiter, how weary are my spirits! Clo. I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary: Rof. 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 it self 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; you; yet I should bear no cross if I did bear you; for I think you have no mony in your purse. Rof. Well, this is the foreft of Arden. Clo. Ay, now I am in Arden, the more fool I; when I was at home, I was in a better place; but travellers must be content. Rof. Ay, be fo, good Touchstone; look you who comes here; a young man and an old in folemn talk. Enter Corin and Sylvius. Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you still. Tho' in thy youth thou wast as true a lover, If thou remember'st not the flightest folly Or if thou hast not fate as I do now, Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress' praise, 1 Or if thou hast not broke from company. Phebe, Phebe, Phebe! Rof. Alas poor shepherd! searching of thy wound, I have by hard adventure found my own. 4 Clo. And I mine; I remember, when I was in love, broke my sword upon a stone, and bid him take that for coming a-nights to Jane Smile; and I remember the kif fing of her batlet, and the cow's dugs that her pretty chopt hands had milk'd; and I remember the wooing of a peafcod instead of her, from whom I took two cods, and giving her them again, faid with weeping tears, wear these for my lake VOL. III, We 1 We that are true lovers run into strange capers; but all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly. Rof. Thou speak'st wiser than thou art ware of. Clo. Nay, I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit, 'till I break my shins against it. Rof. Jove! Jove! this shepherd's paffion is much upon my fashion. Clo. And mine; but it grows fomething stale with me. If he for gold will give us any food; I faint almost to death. Clo. Holla; you, clown! Rof. Peace, fool; he's not thy kinsman. Cor. Who calls? Clo. Your betters. Cor. Else they're very wretched. Rof. Peace, fool, I say; good even to you, friend. Can in this desart place buy entertainment, Cor. Fair Sir, I pity her, And wish, for her fake more than for mine own, Rof. What is he that shall buy his flock and pasture? That little cares for buying any thing. Rof. I pray thee, if it stand with honesty, |