ACT II. SCENE I.-The forest of Arden. Enter Duke senior, AMIENS, and other Lords, in the dress of 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? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, 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; Ami. I would not change it: Happy is your grace, 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 confínes, with forked heads, Have their round haunches gor'd. 1 Lord. Indeed, my lord, The melancholy Jaques grieves at that ; Duke S. But what said Jaques ? Did he not moralize this spectacle ? 1 Lord. O, yes, into a thousand similes. To that which had too much: Then, being alone, Tis just the fashion: Wherefore do you look Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there? Yea, and of this our life: swearing, that we Duke S. And did you leave him in this contemplation? 2 Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and commenting Upon the sobbing deer. Duke S. I love to cope him in these sullen fits, Show me the place; [Exeunt. For then he's full of matter. 2 Lord. I'll bring you to him straight. SCENE II-A room in the palace. Enter Duke FREDERICK, Lords, and Attendants. 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. 1 Lord. I cannot hear of any that did see her. 2 Lord. My lord, the roynish clown, at whom so oft Your daughter and her cousin much commend That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles; And she believes, wherever they are gone, Duke F. Send to his brother; fetch that gallant hither; If he be absent, bring his brother to me, SCENE III. Before Oliver's house. Orl. Who's there? [Exeunt. Adam. What! my young master?-O, my gentle master, O, my sweet master, O you memory Of old sir Rowland! why, what make you here? Your praise is come too swiftly home before you. No more do yours; your virtues, gentle master, O, what a world is this, when what is comely Orl. Why, what's the matter? O unhappy youth, Your brother-(no, no brother; yet the son Yet not the son;-I will not call him son- Hath heard your praises; and this night he means And you within it: if he fail of that, He will have other means to cut you off I overheard him, and his practices. This is no place, this house is but a butchery; Orl. Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go? Or, with a base and boisterous sword, enforce A thievish living on the common road? This I must do, or know not what to do: I rather will subject me to the malice Adam. But do not so: I have five hundred crowns, Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; |