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SCENE III.- Before Oliver's House.
Enter Orlando and ADAM, meeting. Orl. Who's there? Adam. What! my young master ?-0, my gentle
master, O, my sweet master, O you memory Of old sir Rowland ! why, what make you 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 bony priser of the humourous duke? Your praise is come too swiftly home before you. . Know you not, master, to some kind of men Your graces serve them but as enemies? No more do yours; your virtues, gentle master,
Are sanctified and holy traitors to you.
Orl. Why, what's the matter?
Adam. O unhappy youth, Come not within these doors; within this roof The eneiny of all your graces lives : Your brother-(no, no brother; yet the sonYet not the son ;-I will not call him sonOf 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 lie, 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; Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it. Orl. Why, whither, Adam, would'st thou have me
go? Adam. No matter whither, so you come not here. Orl. What, would'st thou have me go and beg my
Adam. But do not so: I have five hundred crowns,
And unregarded age in corners thrown;
Orl. O good old man, how well in thee appears
Adam. Master, go on; and I will follow thee, To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty.From seventeen years till now, almost fourscore, Here lived I, but now live here no more. At seventeen years many their fortunes seek;
But at fourscore, it is too late a week:
SCENE IV.--The Forest of Arden.
Enter Rosalind in boy's clothes, Celia drest like a
Shepherdess, and Touchstone. Ros. O Jupiter ! how weary are my spirits !
Touch. I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary
Ros. I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel, and to cry like a woman : but I must comfort the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to shew itself courageous to petticoat: therefore, courage, good Aliena.
Cel. I pray you, bear with me; I cannot go no further.
Touch. For my part, I had rather bear with you, than bear you : yet I should bear no cross, if I did bear you; for, I think, you have no money in your purse.
Ros. Well, this is the forest of Arden.
Touch. Ay, now am I in Arden : the more fool I; when I was at home, I was in a better place; but travellers must be content.
Ros. Ay, be so, good Touchstone:-Look you, who comes here; a young man, and an old, in solemn talk.
Enter Corin and Silvius.
Sil. No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess;
Cor. Into a thousand, that I have forgotten.
Sil. O, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily :
[Exit Silvius. Ros. Alas, poor shepherd ! searching of thy wound, I have by hard adventure found mine own.
Touch. And I mine: I remember, when I was in love, I broke my sword upon a stone, and bid him take that for coming anight to Jane Smile: and I remember the kissing of her batlet, and then the cow's dugs that her pretty chop'd hands had milk’d: and I remember the wooing of a peascod instead of her; from