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Cel. 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 call’d?

Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state: No longer Celia, but Aliena.

Ros. But, cousin, what if we assay'd to steal 132 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,

136 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. Now go we in content

140 To liberty and not to banishment.



Scene One

[The Forest of Arden]

Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, and two or three Lords,

like Foresters. Duke S. 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 More free from peril than the envious court? 4 Here feel we not the penalty of Adam. The seasons' difference-, as, the icy fang 128 Ganymede; cf. n.

131 Aliena; cf. n. S. d. Duke Senior; cf. n.

3 painted: artificial, unnatural 5 penalty of Adam; cf. n.

6 as: for example 18 1... it; cf. n. 20 style: manner of life 22 fools: here a term of pity


And churlish chiding of the winter's wind,
Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, 8
Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say-
“This is no flattery': these are counsellors
That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Sweet are the uses of adversity,
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

16 Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.

Ami. I would not change it. Happy is your Grace, That can translate the stubbornness of fortune Into so quiet and so sweet a style.

20 Duke S. Come, shall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this desert city, Should in their own confines with forked heads 24 Have their round haunches gor'd. First 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. 28 To-day my Lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him as he lay along Under an oak whose antic root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood; 32 To the which place a poor sequester'd stag, 7 churlish: rough, violent chiding: angry noise 13 toad; cf. n.

23 desert; cf. n. 24 confines: regions forked heads: i.e., the heads of barbed arrows 27 in that kind: in that way

30 along: at full length 31 antic: fantastic, grotesque, or antique 32 brawls: i.e., the noise made by a brook flowing over stones 33 sequester'd: separated, i.e., from the herd

15 haunt: resort

That from the hunters' aim had ta'en a hurt,
Did come to languish; and, indeed, my lord,
The wretched animal heav'd forth such groans 36
That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat
Almost to bursting, and the big round tears
Cours'd one another down his innocent nose
In piteous chase; and thus the hairy fool,

Much marked of the melancholy Jaques,
Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook,
Augmenting it with tears.
Duke S.

But what said Jaques ? Did he not moralize this spectacle?

44 First Lord. O, yes, into a thousand similes. First, for his weeping into the needless stream; ‘Poor deer,' quoth he, 'thou mak'st a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more

48 To that which had too much': then, being there alone, Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends;

'Tis right,' quoth he; 'thus misery doth part The Aux of company': anon, a careless herd, 52 Full of the pasture, jumps along by him And never stays to greet him; 'Ay,' quoth Jaques, 'Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens; 'Tis just the fashion; wherefore do you look 56 Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?' Thus most invectively he pierceth through The body of the country, city, court, Yea, and of this our life; gwearing that we 60 Are mere usurpers, tyrants, and what's worse, 38 tears; cf. n.

39 Cours'd: pursued 44 moralize: interpret, give a moral sense to 46 needless: not in need, i.e., of more water 48 worldlings: men of this world (?) 50 velvet: 1e., because of their soft coats (?); cf. n. 52 flux of company; cf. n. anon: presently 55 greasy: i.e., with excess prosperity 56 fashion: prevalent way, what is to be expected 58 invectively: with denunciation


To fright the animals and to kill them up
In their assign'd and native dwelling-place.
Duke S. And did you leave him in this contem-

64 Sec. Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and com

Upon the sobbing deer.
Duke s.

Show me the place.
I love to cope him in these sullen fits,
For then he's full of matter.

68 Sec. Lord. I'll bring you to him straight.


Scene Two

[A Room in the Palace] Enter Duke [Frederick], with Lords. Duke F. Can it be possible that no man saw them? It cannot be: some villains of my court Are of consent and sufferance in this. First Lord. 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 untreasur'd of their mistress. Sec. Lord. My lord, the roynish clown, at whom

8 Your Grace was wont to laugh, is also missing. Hisperia, the princess' gentlewoman, Confesses that she secretly o'erheard Your daughter and her cousin much commend 12 62 kill .. up: kill off

67 cope: encounter 68 matter: sense, substance

69 straight: straightway 3 of consent and sufferance: i.e., have complied and permitted without opposition

7 untreasur'd: devoid of the treasure 8 roynish: scurvy

so oft


The parts and graces of the wrestler
That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles;
And she believes, wherever they are gone,
That youth is surely in their company.
Duke F. Send to his brother; fetch that gallant

If he be absent, bring his brother to me;
I'll make him find him. Do this suddenly,
And let not search and inquisition quail

20 To bring again these foolish runaways.


Scene Three

[Before Oliver's House] Enter Orlando and Adam [meeting]. Orl. Who's there? Adam. What! my young master? O my gentle

master! O my sweet master!


you memory Of old Sir Rowland! why, what make


here? Why are you virtuous ? Why do people love you? And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and valiant? Why would you be so fond to overcome The bonny priser of the humorous duke?

8 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. O, what a world is this, when what is comely 13 parts: personal qualities

19 suddenly: immediately 20 quail: falter

3 memory: memorial 7 so fond: so foolish as 8 bonny priser: stout champion; cf. 'prize-fighter 10 kind: sorts 12 No . . . yours; cf. n.

13 sanctified: sanctimonious


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