SCENE II. The Palace. Enter Duke with Lords. Duke. Can it be poffible that no Man faw them? Lord. I cannot hear of any that did fee her. 2 Lord. My Lord, the roynish Clown, at whom fo oft Your Grace was wont to laugh, is alfo miffing: Hifperia, the Princefs Gentlewoman, Confeffes that fhe fecretly o'er-heard Your Daughter and her Coufin much commend Duke. Send to his Brother, fetch that Gallant hither, [Exeunt. SCENE III. Oliver's House. Enter Orlando and Adam. Orla. Who's there? Adam. What my young Mafter, oh my gentle Mafter, Oh my fweet Mafter, O you Memory Of old Sir Rowland? Why, what make you here? No No more do yours; your Virtues, gentle Mafter Oh what a World is this, when what is comely Orla. Why, what's the matter? Come not within thefe Doors; within this Roof Your Brother no, no Brother, yet the Son, Hath heard your Praifes, and this Night he means He will have other Means to cut you off; This is no Place, this Houfe is but a Butchery; Orla. Why, whither Adam wouldst thou have.me go? A thievifh living on the common Road? Adam. But do not fo, I have five hundred Crowns, Therefore Therefore my Age is as a lufty Winter, Orla. Oh good old Man, how well in thee appears Adam. Mafter go on, and I will follow thee SCENE IV. The Foreft. [Exeunt, Enter Rofalind in Boys Cloaths for Ganimed, Celia dreft like a Shepherdefs for Aliena, and Clown. Ref. O Jupiter, how merry are my Spirits ? Clo. I care not for my Spirits, if my Legs were not weary. Rof. I could find in my Heart to disgrace my Man's Apparel, and cry like a Woman; but I muft comfort the weaker Veffel, as Doublet and Hofe ought to how it felf Courageous to a Petticoat; therefore Courage, good Aliena. Cel. I pray you bear with me, I can go no further. Clo. For my part, I had rather bear with you, than bear you; yet I fhould bear no Crofs if I did bear you, for I think you have no Mony in your Purse. Ref. Rof. Well, this is the Forest of Arden. Clown. Ay, now am I in Arden, the more Fool I, when I was at home I was in a better Place; but Travellers muft be content. Enter Corin and Silvius. Rof. Ay, be fo, good Touchstone; look you who comes here, a young Man and an old, in folemn talk. Cor. That is the way to make her fcorn you ftill. Cor. Into a thoufand that I have forgotten. Or if thou haft not fate as I do now, Or if thou haft not broke from Company, O Phebe, Phebe, Phebe. [Exit Sil. Ref. Alas poor Shepherd! fearching of thy Wound, I have by hard Adventure found mine own. Clo. And I mine; I remember when I was in Love, I broke my Sword upon a Stone, and bid him take that for coming a Nights to Jane Smile; and I remember the Kiffing of her Batlet, and the Cow's Dugs that her pretty chopt Hands had milk'd; and I remember the wooing of a Pealcod inftead of her, from whom I took two Cods, and giving her them again, faid with weeping Tears, wear thefe for my fake; we that are true Lovers run into ftrange Capers; but all is Mortal in Nature, fo is all Nature in Love mortal to Folly. Rof. Rof. Thou fpeak'st wiser than thou art ware of. Clo. Nay, I fhall ne'er be ware of mine own Wit, 'till Į break my Shins against it. Rof. Jove! Jove! this Shepherd's Paffion Is much upon my Fashion. Clo. And mine, but it grows fomething stale with me. Cel. I pray you, one of you queftion yond Man, If he for Gold will give us any Food, I faint almoft to Death. Clo. Holla; you Clown. Rof. Peace Fool, he's not thy Kinfman, Clo. Your Betters, Sir. Cor. Elfe they are wretched. Rof. Peace I fay; good Even to you, Friend. Cor. Fair Sir, I pity her, And wish for her fake, more than for mine own, But I am a Shepherd to another Man, And little wreaks to find the way to Heav'n Befides, his Coat, his Flocks, and Bounds of feed And in my Voice most welcome shall you be. T Rof. What is he that fhall buy his Flock and Pafture? Cor. That young Swain that you faw here but e'er while, That little cares for buying any thing. Rof. I pray thee, if it ftand with Honefty, Buy thou the Cottage, Pafture, and the Flock, Cel |