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Oli. Marry, Sir, be better employed, and be
LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE.
with a circumstance recorded by Stowe. “I will weep for nothing, (says Rosalind) like Diana in the Founders." In 1999, at the east side of the cross in Cheapside, was set up (says the latter in his survey of Londes,) "* curious wrought tabernacle of grey marble, and, in the same, an alabaster image of Diana, and water, cas: veyed from the Thames, prilling from her naked breast.” A trifling novel or pastoral romance, by Dr. The Lodge, called Euphues's Golden Legacy, is the foundation of As you Like it. lu addition to the fuble
, sabied pretty exactly followed, the outlines of certain priucipal personages may be traced in the novel; but the characters of Jaques, Touchstone, aod Audrey, originated entirely with the poet. Few playa contara sa much instructive sentiment, poignant satire, luxuriant fancy, and amusing incident, as this: it is altegeber “ wild and pleasing.” The philosophic reader will be no less diverted by the sententions shrewdness of Touchstone, than instructed by the elegant and amiable lessons of the moralizing Jaques.---Shakspeare is wa to bave played the part of Adam in As you like it.
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. DOKE, liring in exile.
SIR OLIVER MARTEXT, « Vicar. FREDERICK, Brother to the Duke, and Usur. CORIN, per of his Dominions.
derick. CHARLES, his Wrestler.
ROSALIND, Daughter to the banished Duke. OLIVER,
Celia, Daughter to Frederick, JAQUES,
Sons of Sir Rowland de Bois. PHEBE, a Shepherdess. ORLANDO,
AUDREY, a country Wench. ADAM,
Servants to Oliver. DENNIS,
Lords belonging to the two Dukes ; Pages, TOUCHSTONE, & Clown.
Foresters, and other Attendants. The Scene lies, first, near Oliver's House ; afterwards, partly in the Usurper's Court, and partly
in the Forest of Arden. ACT I.
seems to take from me: he lets me feed with
bis hinds, bass me the place of a brother, and, SCENE 1.-An Orchard, near OLIVER'S as much as in him lies, mines my gentility with House.
my education. That is it, Adam, that grieves Enter ORLANDO and ADAM.
me ; and the spirit of my father, which I think Ord. As I remember, Adam, it was upon this servitude : I will no longer endure it, though set
is within me, begins to mutiny against this fashion bequeathed me : By will, but a poor I know no wise remedy how to avoid it. thoveand crowns : and, as thou say'st, charged my brother, on bis blessing, to breed me well :
Enter OLIVER and there begins my sadness. My brother Adam. Yonder comes my master, your broJaques he keeps at school, and report speaks ther. goldenly of his profit : for my part, he keeps ne rustically at home, or, to speak more pro how he will sbake me up.
Orl. Go apart, Adam, and thou shalt beur perly, stays me here at home unkept: For call
OU, Now, Sir! what make you here ?" you that keeping for a gentleman of my birth, that differs not from the stalling of an ox? His thing.
Orl. Nothing : I am not caught to make any horses are bred better; for, besides that they
Oli. What mar you then, Sir? are fair with their feeding, they are taught their manage, and to that end riders dearly hired : that which God made, a poor unworthy brother
Orl. Marry, sir, I am helping you to mar but I, his brother, gain nothing under hiin but of your's, with idleness. growth; for the which bis animals on his dung. hills are as much bound to bim as 1. Besides naught awhile. this nothing that he so plentifully gives me, the something that uature gave me his countenance
• What do you here.
Orl. Shall I keep your hogs, and eat husks, ber. She is at the court, and no less beloved of with them? What prodigal portion bave I spent, her uncle than bis owu daughter ; and never two that I should come to sucb penury ?
ladies loved as they do. Oli. Know you where you are, Sir ?
Oli. Where will the old duke live? Ori. O Sir, very well : here in your orchard. Cha. They say, he is already in the forest of Oli. Know you before whom, Sir ?
Arden, and a many merry men with bim ; and Orl. Ay, better than he I am before kuows there they live like the old Robin Hood of me. I know, you are my eldest brother; and, Engiand : they say, many young gentlemen Rock in the gentle condition of blood, you should so to him every day ; and fleet the time carelessly, know me : The courtesy of nationis allows you as they did in the golden world. my better, in that you are the first-born ; but the Oli. What, you wrestle to-morrow before the saine tradition takes not away my blood, were new duke? there twenty brothers betwixt us: I bave as Cha. Marry, do I, Sir; and I came to acmuch of my father in me, as you ; albeit, ! con- quaiut you with a matter. I am given, Sir, sefess, your coming before me is nearer to his recretly to understand, that 'your younger brother verence.
Orlando, bath a disposition to come in disguis'd Oli. Wbat, boy!
against me to try a fall : To-morrow, Sir, I Orl. Come, come, elder brother, you are too wrestle for my credit ; and be that escapes me young in this.
without soine broken limb, shall acquit him Oli. Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain? well. Your brother is but young and tender; Orl. I am no villain : I am the youngest son and, for your love, I would be loath to foil him, of Sir Rowland de Bois; he was my father, and as I must for my own honour, if he come in : he is thrice a villain, that says, such a father therefore, out of niy love to you, I came hither begot villains : Wert thou noi my brother, ! to acquaint you withal; that either you might would not take this band from thy throat, till stay him from his intendment, or brook such this other had pulled out thy tongue for saying disgrace well as he shall run into ; in that it is a 80 ; tbou hast railed on thyself.
thing of his own search, and altogether against Adam. Sweet masters be patient ; for your my will. father's remembrance, be at accord.
Oli. Charles, I thank thee for thy love to me, Uli. Let me go, I say.
which thou shalt and I will most kindly requite. Orl. I will not, till 1 please : you shall hear ! had myself notice of my brother's purpose me. My father charged you in his will to give herein, and have by underband means laboured me good education : you have trained me like a to dissuade him from it; but he is resolute. peasant, obscuring and hiding from me all gen- I'll tell thee, Charles,-it is the stubbornest tleman-like qualities: the spirit of my father young fellow of France ; full of ambition, an grows strong in me, and I will no longer endure enviolis emulator of every man's good parts, a it : therefore allow me such exercises as may secret and villanous contriver against me his become a gentleman, or give me the poor natural brother; therefore use thy discretion ; allottery my father left me by testament; with I had as lief ibou didst break bis neck as bis that I will go buy my fortunes.
finger : And thou wert best look to't! for if Oli, Aud what wilt thou do? beg, wben that thou dost him any slight disgrace, or if be do is spent ? Well, Sir, get you in : I will not long not mightily grace himself on thee, he will prac. be troubled with you : you sball bave some parttise against thee by poison, entrap thee by some of your will : I pray you, leave me.
treacherous device, and never leave thee till he Orl. I will no further offend you than becomes hath ta'en thy life by some indirect means or me for my good.
other : for, I assure thee, and almost with tears Oli. Get you with him, you old dog.
I speak it, there is not one so young and so Adas. Is old dog my reward? Most true, 'villanous this day living. I speak but brotherly bave lost my teeth in your service.-God be of him ; but should I anatomize him to thee as with my old master! he would not have spoke he is, 1 nust blush and weep, and thou must such a word. ( Ereunt ORLANDO and Adam. look pale and wonder.
Oli. Is it even so? begin you to grow upon Cha. I am heartily glad I came hither to you: me! I will physic your rankness, and yet give if he come to-morrow, I'll give bin bis pay. no thousand crowns neither. Holla, Dennis ! ment: If ever he go alone again, I'll never
wrestle for prize more : And so, God keep your Enter DENNIS. worship!
(Erit. Den. Calls your worship?
Oli. Farewell, good Charles.--Now will I stir Oli. Was not Charles, the Duke's wrestler, here this gamester : + 1 hope, I sball see an end of to speak with ine?
him ; for my soul, yet I know not why, hates Den. So please you, he is here at the door, nothing more than be. Yet he's gentle ; never and importunes access to you.
schooled, and yet learned ; full of noble device : Oli. Call bim in. (Exil DENNIS.}'Twill be of all sorts enchantingly beloved ; and, indeed, a good way; and to-morrow the wrestling is. so much in the beart of the world, and especially
of my own people, who best know him, that I Enter CUARLES.
am altogether misprised : but it shall not be so Cua. Good morrow to your worship.
long; this wrestler shall clear all: nothing reOli. Good mousieur Charles !--what's the new mains, but that I kindle the boy thither, which news at the new court ?
now I'll go about.
(Exit. Cha. There's no news at the court, Sir, but the old news: that is, the old duke is banished SCENE II.-A Laren before the Duke's by his younger brother the new duke ; and three
Palace. or four loving lords have put themselves into voluntary exile with him, whose lands and re
Enter ROSALIND and CELIA. venues enricb the new duke; therefore he gives Cel. I pray thee, Rosalind, sweet my coz, be them good leave to wander.
merry. Oli. Can you tell if Rosalind, the duke's Ros. Dear Celia, I show more mirth than ! daughter, be banisbed with ber father.
am mistress of ; and would you yet I were merCha. Oh! no ; for the duke's daughter, berrier ? Unless you could teach nie to forget a cousin, so loves her,--being ever from their banished father, you must not learn me bow to cradies bred together,-that she would have remember any extraordinary pleasure. followed her exile, or have died to stay behind Cel. Herein, I see, thou 'lovest me not with
the full weight that I love thee: if my uncle, • Villain is used in a double sense ; by Oliver for a
otthless fellow, and by Orlando for a man of base ex • Ardenne, a large forest in French Flanders. traction,
i of all ranky.
thy bapish'd father, bad banished thy uncle, the l. Cel. My father's love is enough to bogear duke my father, so thou hadst been still with me, bim. Enough! speak no more of him : yar'i I could have taught my love to take thy father be whipp'd for taxation, one of tb-se dark. for wine ; so wonld'st thou, if the truth of thy Touch. The more pity, that fools way bet love to me were so righteously tempered as mive speak wisely, what wise nen do foolisbly. is to thee.
Cel. By my troch, thou say'st une: for piece Ros. Well, I will forget the condition of my the little wit that fools bave was sileaord, 15e estate, to rejoice in your's.
little foolery that wise men bave makes a great Cel. You know my father hath no child but I, show. Here comes Monsieur Le Beau. nor none is like to have ; and, truly, wheu he dies, thou shalt be his beir : for what he hath
Enter LE BEAU. taken away from thy father perforce, I will ren. Ros. With bis mouth full of news. der tbee again in affection : by nine honour, 1 Cel. Which he will put on us, as pigeoes feed will; and when I break that oath, let me turn their young. monster ; therefore, my sweet Rose, my dear Ros. Then shall we be news-cramm'd. Rose, be merry.
Cel. All the better; we sball be the more Ros. From hencefortb I will, coz, and devise marketable. Bon jour, Monsieur Le Bcas: sports : let me see ; Wbat think you of falling in What's tbe news ! love ?
Le Beau. Fair princess, you bave lost wsch Cel. Marry, I pr'ythee, do, to make sport good sport. withal : but love to man in good earvest : nor Cel. Sport 1 of what colour! no further in sport neither, than with safety of Le Beau. What colour, madam.. bow sball I a pure blush thou may'st in honour come off answer you! again.
Ros. As wit and fortune will. Ros. What shall be our sport then?
Touch. Or the destinies decree. Cel. Shall we sit and mock the good house- Cel. Well said ; that was laid on with a wife, Fortune, from ber wheel, that her gifts trowel. may benceforth be bestowed equally.
Ibuch. Nay, if I keep not my raak, — Ros. I would, we could do so ; for her bene. Ros. Tbou losest thy old smell. fits are migbtily misplaced : and the bountiful Le Beau. You amazet me, ladies; I wogle blind woman doth most mistake in her gifts to bave told you of good wrestling, wbich you have women.
lost the sight of. Cel. 'Tis true; for those that she makes Ros. Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling. fair, sbe scarce makes honest; and those that Le Beau. I will tell you the beginniet, 3 she makes honest, she makes very ill-favour. if it please your ladysbips, you may see the edly.
end ; for the best is yet to do; and here, where Kos. Nay, now thou goest from fortune's you are, they are coming to perform it. office to nature's : fortune reigns in gifts of the Cel. Well,--the beginning, that is dead 20d world, not in the lineaments of nature.
Le Beau. There comes an old man, and his Enter TOUCHSTONE.
Cel. I could match this beginning with an add Cel. No ? Wheu nature bath made a fair
tale. creature, may sbe not by fortune fall into the Are 3-Though nature bath given us wit to fout lent groweb and presence ;
Le Beau, Three proper young men, of anceat fortune, hath not fortune sent in this fool to
Ros. With bills on their necks,- Be et brons cut off the argument?
unto all men by these presents. Ros. Indeed, there is fortune too bard for na
Le Bean. The eldest of tbe three wegled ture; when fortune makes nature's natural the
with Charles, the duke's wrestier: cutter off of nature's wit.
Charles in a moment threw bim, asd beate Cel. Peradventure, this is not fortune's work Ihree of bis ribs, that there is little bope of neither, but nature's; who perceiving our vain him ; so be served the second, and so the tural wits too dull to reason of such goddesses, third : 'Youder they lie; the poor old son, bath sent this natural for our whetstone : for their fatber, making such pitfal tale om always the dulness of a fool is the whetstone them, that all the beholders take bis part with of his wits.--How now, wit! whither wander
weeping. yon 3
Ros. Alas! Touch, Mistress, you must come away to your Touch. But what is the sport, monsiear, that father.
the ladies bave lost? Cel. Were you made the messenger!
Le Bear. Why, this that you speak of. Touch. No, by mine honour ; but I was bid
Touch. Thus men may grow wiser every day! to come for you.
it is the first time that ever I beard, breakiss Ros. Where learned you that oath, fool?
ribs was sport for ladies. Touch. Of a certain knigbt, that swore by his
Cel. Or I, I promise thee. honour they were good pancakes, and swore by his hononr the mustard was naught: now, I'll broken music in bis sides ? is there yet i
Ros. But is there any else longs to see this stand to it, the pancakes were naught, and the dotes upon rid-breaking ?-Sball we mustard was good; and yet was not the knight wrestling, cousin ? forsworn.
Le Beau. You must, if you stay bere ; for Cel. How prove you that, in the great heap here is the place appointed for the wrestlin, s. of your knowledge ? Ros. Ay, marry ; now aumuzzle your wisdom. they are ready to perform it.
Cel. Yonder, sure, they are coming: Let Touch. Stand you both forth now : stroke
now stay and see it. your chins, and swear by your beards that I am a knave.
Flourish. Enter DUKE FREDERICE, Lords Cel. By our beards, if we had them, thon art, ORLANDO, CHARLES, and Alterdenis.
Touch. By my knavery if I bad it, then I were : but if you swear by tbat that is not, you are not be entreated, his own peril on his forwarderss.
Duke F. Come on; since the youth will ** forsworn : no more was the knight, swearing by
Ros. Is yonder the man his honour, for he never had any : or if he had,
Le Beau. Even be, madam. he bad sworn it away, before ever he saw those
Cel. Alas! he is too young : yet be bola sacpancakes or that mustard. Cel. Pr'ythee, who is't thou mean'st?
cessfully. Touch. One that old Frederick, your father, • Satire. + Amaze here means to perplex loves.
Duke F. How now, daughter, and cousiu ? | But I did önd him still mine enemy : are you crept hither to see the wrestling? Thou should'st have better pleas'd me with this Ros, Ay, my liege; so please you give us
Hadst thou descended from anotber house, Duke. F. You will take little delight in it, I But fare thee well; thou art a gallant youth ; can lell you, three is such odds in the men : In I would thou hadst told me of another father. pity of the challenger's youth, I wonld fain dis.
(Exeunt DUKE, FRED. Train, and LE suade him, but he will not be entreated :
BEAU. Speak to bim, ladies; see if you can move Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do
this ? Cel. Call him bither, good Monsieur Le Beau. Orl. I am more proud to be Sir Rowland's Duke F. Do so: I'll not be by.
son, (DUKE goes apart. His youngest son ;--and would not change that Le Beau. Monsieur the challenger, the prin
calling, cesses call for you.
To be adopted heir to Frederick. Orl. I attend them, with all respect and Ros. My father loved Sir Rowland as his duty.
soul, Ros. Young man, have you challenged Charles And all the world was of my father's mind : the wrestler 1
Had I before known this young man his sol, Orl. No, fair princess; he is the general chal- ! should bave given bim tears unto entreaties, leoger: I come but in, as others do, to try with Ere he should ibus bave ventur’d. bim the strength of iny youth.
Cel. Gentle cousin, Cel. Young gentleman, your spirits are too Let us go thank him, and encourage him : bold for your years : You have seen cruel proof My father's rough and envious disposition of ibis mau's strength : if you saw yourself Sticks me at beart.--Sir, you have well deserrid: with your eyes, or knew yourself with your If you do keep your promises in love, judgment, the fear of your adventure would But justly, as you bave exceeded promise, counsel you to a more equal enterprise. We Your mistress shall be happy. pray you, for your own sake, to embrace Ros. Gentleman, your own safety, and give over this attempt.
(Giving him a chain from her neck. Ros. Do, young Sir ; your reputation shall not Wear this for me ; une out of suits with fortherefore be misprized : we will make it our suit
tune ; + to the duke, that the wrestling might not go That could give more, but that her hand lacks forward.
Orl. I beseech you, punish me not with your Shall we go, coz? hard thougbts; wherein | confess me much Cel. Ay ;-- are you well, fair gentleman. guilty, to deny so fair and excellent ladies any Orl. Can I not say, I thank you? My better thing. But let your fair eyes, and gentle wishes,
parts go with me to my trial : wherein if I be foiled, Are all ihrown down ; and that which here there is but one shamed that was never gracious :
stands up, if killed, but one dead, that is willing to be so : Is but a quintain, i a mere lifeless block. I shall do my friends no wrong, for I have none Ros. He calls us back : My pride fell with to lament me; the world no injury, for in it I
my fortunes : have nothing; only in the world I 011 up a l'll ask him what he would :-Did you call, place, wbicb may be better supplied when I bave
Siri inade it empty.
Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown Ros. The little strength that I have, I would More than your enemies. it were with you.
Cel. Will you go, coz?
Ros. Have with you :-Fare you well.
(Exeunt ROSALIND and CELIA. ceived in you !
Orl. What passion hangs these weights upon Cel. Your beart's desires be with you.
my tongue ? Cha. Come, where is this young gallant, that I cannot spcak io her, yet she urg'd conference. is so desirous to lie with bis inother eartb? Ori. Ready, Sir ; but his will hath in it a
Re-enter LE BRAU. more modest working.
o poor Orlando! thou art overthrown ; Duke F. You sball try but one fall.
Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thee. (ha. No, I warraut your grace; you shall not Le Beau. Good Sir, I do in friendship coun. entreat bim to a second, ibat have so mightily persuaded him from a first.
To leave this place : Albeit, you have deservid Orl. You mean to mock me after ; you should High commendation, true applause, and love; not have mocked me before : but come your Yet sach is now the duke's condition, s
That he misconstiges all that you have done. Ros. Now, Hercules be thy speed, young The duke is humore06 ; ' bat he is, indeed, man !
More suits you to conceive, than me to speak Cel. I would I were invisible, to catch the
of. strong fellow by the leg.
Orl. I thank you, Sir; and, pray you, tell (CHARLES and ORLANDO urestle.
me this ; Ros. O excellent young man !
Which of the two was daughter of the duke Cel. Il bad a thunderbolt in mine eye, 1 That here was at the wrestling? cari tell who should down.
Le Beau. Neither his daugbter, if we judge (CHARLES is thrown. Shout.
by manners ; Duke F. No more, no inore.
But yet, iudeed, the shorter is his danghiter : Orl. Yes, I beseech your grace; I am not yet The other is daaghter to the banish'u duke, well breatbed.
And here detain'd by her usurping uncle,
To keep his daughter company; whose loves
Are dearer than the natural bond of sisters. Duke F. Bear him away. (CHARLES is borne But I can tell yon, that of late this dule out.) What is thy name, young man?
Hath ta'en displeasure 'gainst liis gentle piece Orl. Orlando, my liege ; the youngest son of Grounded upou no other argument, Sir Rowland de Bois. Duke F. I would, thou badst been son lo sonne man else.
Appellation. Tured out of ber sertiet.
The object to dart at 10 martial exercises. The world esteem'd thy father houotrable,
But that the people praise her for her vir. Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a tues,
traitor : And pity her for her good father's sake ; Tell me, whereon the likelihood depends. And, on my life, bis malice 'gainst the lady Duke F. Thou art thy father's daughter, there's will suddenly break forth.--Sir, fare you well;
enough. Hereaiter, in a better world than this,
Ros. So was I, when your highness took bis I sball desire more love and knowledge of you.
dakedom; Orl. I rest much bounden to yoo : fare you so was I, when your bighness banish'd him : well!
(Exit LE BEAU. Treason is not inherited, my ford ; Thus must I from the smoke unto the sinolher; Or, if we did derive it from our friends, From tyrant duke, unto a tyrant brother : What's that to met my father was to traitor: But heavenly Rosalind !
[Erit. Then, good my liege, mistake me gol so much,
To think my poverty is treacherous. SCENE 111.-A Room in the Palace. Cel. Dear sovereign, hear me speak. Enter CELIA and ROSALIND.
Duke F. Ay, Celia ; we stay'd her for four
sake, Cel. Why, cousin ; why, Rosalind ;-Cupid Else had sbe with her father rang'd along. have mercy -Not a word ?
Cel. I did not thea entreat to bare ber stay, Ros. Not one to throw at a dog.
It was your pleasure, and your own remorse;" Cel. No, thy words are too precions to be cast I was too young that time to value ber, away upon curs, throw some of them at me; But now I know her: if she be a traitor, come, lame mne with reasons.
Why so am 1; we still have slept together, Ros. Then there were two cousins laid up : Rose at an instant, learn'd, play'd, eat together; when the one should be lained with reasons, and And wheresoe'er we went, like Jugo's sans, the other mad without any.
Still he went coupied, and inseparable. Cel. But is alt this for your father!
Duke F. She is too subtle for thee; and be Ros. No, some of it for my child's father : smoothness, ob! how full of briers is this working-day Her very silence, and ber patience, world i
Speak to the people, and they pity her. Cel. They are but burs, cousin, thrown upon Thou art a fool : she robs thee of thy name ; thee in holiday foolery ; if we walk pot in the And thou wilt show more bright, and scen bele trodden paths, our very petticoats will catch
Wlien she is gove : then open not tby lips ; Ros. I could shake them off my coat ; these Firm and irrevocable is my doom burs are in my heart,
Which I bave pass'd upon ber; she is banisa'd. Ovl. Hem them away.
Cel. Pronounce that sentence then on me, DF Ros. I would try; if I could cry bem, and liege; have him.
I cannot five out of her company, Cel. Come, come, wrestle with thy affections. Duke F. You are a fool : - You, niece, provide
Ros. On i they take the part of a better wrestler yourself ; than myself.
If you out-stay the time, upou miae bodoor, Cel. oh! a good wish apou you! you will try And in the greatness of my word, you die. in time, in despite of a fall.-But, turning these
(Exeunt Duke FREDERICK and Lorder jests out of service, let 18 talk iu good earnest : Cel. O my poor Rosalind I whither wilt tieven Is it possible, on such a sudden, you should fall into 80 strong a liking with old Sir Rowland's Wilt thou change fathers ? I will give thee mine. youngest son.
I charge thee, be not thou more grieved teed Ros. The duke my father loved his father
Ros. I bave more cause. Cel. Doth it therefore ensue, that you should Cel. Thou hast not, cousin ; love his son dearly? By this kind of chase, I Pry'thee, be cheerful: know'st tbou not, the should bate him, for my father hated his father
duke dearly ; * yet I hate not Orlando.
Hath banisb'd me his daughter ? Ros. No 'faith, hate him not, for my sake. Ros. That he hath not.
Cel. Why should I not? doth be pot descrve Cel. Nol hath not ? Rosalind lacks then the well 1
love Ros. Let me love him for that; and do you / which teacheth thee that thou and I am one; love him, because I do : Look, here comes the Shall we be sunder'd! shall we part, sweet girlf duke.
let my father seek another heir. Cel. With his eyes full of anger.
Therefore devise with me, bow we way my, Enter Duke FREDERICK, with Lords.
Wbither to go, and what to bear with us :
And do not seek to take your cbange upon at Duke F. Mistress despatch you with your safest to bear your griefs yourself, and leave me out haste,
For, by this heaven, now at our sorrows' pale, And get you from our court.
Say what thou cansi, I'll go along with ldet. Ros. Me, uncle ?
Ros. Wby, whither shall we go? Druke. P. You cousin ;
Cel. To seek my uncle, Within these ten days if that thou be'st found
Ros, Alas! what danger will it be to 136
Maids as we are, to travel forta so far!
Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.
, Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with And with a kind of umber + simirch my face :
The like do you; so shall we pass alone, If with myself I hold intelligence,
Aud never stir assailants. or bave acquaintance with mine own desires; Ros. Were it not better, If that I do not dream, or be not frantic,
Because that I am more than common tall, (As I do trust I am not,) tben, dear uncle,
That I did suit me all points like a man? Never, so much as in a thought unborn,
A gallaut curtle-ax upon my thigb, Did I offend your bigbuess.
A boar-spear in my band ; aud (in my heart Duke F. Thus do all traitors;
Lie there what bidden woman's fear there will If their purgation did consist in words,
We'll have a swashing , and a martial outside ; They are as innocent as grace itself :Let it suffice lbee, ibat I trust ibee not.
• Compass op.
+ A yellow.coloured earth, from Umbrir, in kuals.