Ami. I would not change it *. Happy is your Grace, That can tranflate the ftubbornnefs of fortune Into fo quiet and fo fweet a ftyle. Duke Sen. Come, fhall we go and kill us venifon? And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this defert city, 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; Duke Sen. But what faid Jaques? 1 Lord. O yes, into a thousand fimilies. First, for his weeping in the needless stream; Poor Deer, quoth he, thou mak'st a testament 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: *I would not change it.] Mr. and makes Amiens begin, Happy Upton, not without probability, is your Grace. gives thefe words to the duke, 'Tis right, quoth he, thus mifery doth part, 'Tis juft the fashion: wherefore do you look Duke Sen. And did you leave him in this contemplation? 2 Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and commenting Upon the fobbing deer. Duke Sen. Show me the place; I love to cope him too in these fullen fits; For then he's full of matter. 2 Lord. I'll bring you to him ftraight. Duke. C SCENE II. Changes to the PALACE again. Enter Duke Frederick with Lords. [Exeunt. AN it be poffible, that no man faw them? It cannot be. Some villains of my Court Are of consent 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 untreasur'd of their mistress. to cope him,] To encounter him; to engage with him. 2 Lord. My lord, the roynifh Clown, at whom fo oft Your Grace was wont to laugh, is alfo miffing. Your Daughter and her Coufin much commend That did but lately foil the finewy Charles ; Duke. Send to his brother: Fetch that Gallant hither. [Exeunt. SCENE III. Crla. Changes to OLIVER'S Houfe. Enter Orlando and Adam. HO's there? WH Adam. What! my young mafter? oh, my gentle master, Oh, my sweet master, oh, you memory Of old Sir Rowland! why, what make you here? 3 In the former editions, The BONNY Prifer-] We fhould read BONEY Prifer. For this wrestler is characterised for his ftrength and bulk, not for his gayety or good-humour. WARBURTON So Milton; Giants of mighty bone No No more do yours; your virtues, gentle mafter, Oh, what a world is this, when what is comely Orla. Why, what's the matter? Come not within thefe doors; within this roof Your brother-no; no brother-yet the fon,— Hath heard your praises, and this night he means And you within it. He will have other means to cut you off; This is no place, this house is but a butchery; 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 must do, or know not what to do: I rather will fubject me to the malice Of a diverted 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 foster nurse When service should in my old limbs lie lame, And unregarded age in corners thrown. Take That: and he that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providentially caters for the sparrow, A diverted blood.] Blood turned out of the course of nature. Be Be comfort to my age! Here is the gold, Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Orla. Oh! good old man, how well in thee appears Adam. Mafter, go on; and I will follow thee [Exeunt. 5 Even with the having.] Even with the promotion gained by fervice, is service extinguished. SCENE |