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Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Re-enter ORLANDO, with Adam. Duke S. Welcome: Set down your venerable bur
den, And let him feed.
Orl. I thank you most for him.
Adam. So had you need;
Duke S. Welcome, fall to: I will not trouble you
As man's ingratitude;
Although thy breath be rude.
Then, heigh, ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.
As benefits forgot:
As friend remember'd not.
Duke S. If that thou were the good sir Rowland's
That lov'd your father: The residue of your fortune,
SCENE I.- A Room in the Paluce.
Enter Duke FREDERICK, OLIVER, Lords, and Atten
dants. Duke F. Not see him since? Sir, sir, that cannot be: But were I not the better part made mercy, I should not seek an absent argument Of my revenge, thou present : But look to it; Find out thy brother, wheresoe'er he is; Seek him with candle ; bring him dead or living, Within this twelvemonth, or turn thou no more To seek a living in our territory. Thy lands, and all things that thou dost call thine, Worth seizure, do we seize into our hands; Till thou canst quit thee by thy brother's mouth, Of what we think against thee.
Oli. O, that your highness knew my heart in this! I never lov’d my brother in my
life. Duke F. More villain thou.—Well, push him out of
doors ; And let my officers of such a nature Make an extent upon
his house and lands: Do this expediently, and turn him going. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.-The Forest.
Enter ORLANDO, with a paper. Orl. Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love:
And, thou, thrice-crowned queen of night, survey With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above,
Thy huntress' name, that my full life doth sway. O Rosalind ! these trees shall be my books,
And in their barks my thoughts I'll character ; That every eye, which in this forest looks,
Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where. Run, run, Orlando; carve, on every tree, The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she.
Enter Corin and TouchSTONE. Cor. And how like you this shepherd's life, master Touchstone:
Touch. Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life ; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, it is naught. In respect that it is solitary, I like it very well; but in respect that it is private, it is very
vile life. Now in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious. As it is a spare life, look you, it fits my humour well; but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd ?
Cor. No more, but that I know, the more sickens, the worse at ease he is; and that he that wants money, means, and content, is without three