23 ACT II SCENE I THE FOREST OF ARDEN. Enter Duke senior, Amiens, Lords, and Foresters. Duke. Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head: And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. Ami. I would not change it: Happy is your grace, 24 Duke. Come, shall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools,- Should, in their own confines, with forked heads Have their round haunches gor'd. 1 Lord. Indeed, my lord, The melancholy Jaques grieves at that ; And, in that kind, swears you do more usurp Than doth your brother that hath banish'd you. To-day my lord of Amiens, and myself, Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Duke. But what said Jaques? 1 Lord. O, yes, into a thousand similies. First, for his weeping in the needless stream; Poor deer, quoth he, thou mak'st a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more |