Ami. Happy is your grace, That can translate the stubbornness of fortune Into so quiet and so sweet a style. 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 confines, with forked heads Have their round haunches gor'd. First Lord. Indeed, my lord, The melancholy Jaques grieves at that; Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Duke S. But what said Jaques? Did he not moralize this spectacle? First Lord. O, yes, into a thousand similes. To that which had too much :" then, being alone, (40) And never stays to greet him; "Ay," quoth Jaques, "Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens; 'Tis just the fashion: wherefore do you look Duke S. And did you leave him in this contemplation? Sec. 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: For then he's full of matter. First Lord. I'll bring you to him straight. [Exeunt. SCENE II. A room in the palace. Enter DUKE FREDERICK, Lords, and Attendants. It cannot be some villains of my court Are of consent and sufferance in this. First Lord. I cannot hear of any that did see her. The ladies, her attendants of her chamber, Saw her a-bed; and, in the morning early, They found the bed untreasur'd of their mistress. Sec. Lord. My lord, the roynish clown, at whom so oft Your grace was wont to laugh, is also missing. Hesperia, the princess' gentlewoman, Confesses that she secretly o'erheard Your daughter and her cousin much commend And she believes, wherever they are gone, That youth is surely in their company. Duke F. Send to his brother's;(43) fetch that gallant hither: If he be absent, bring his brother to me; I'll make him find him: do this suddenly; And let not search and inquisition quail(44) To bring again these foolish runaways. [Exeunt. SCENE III. Before OLIVER's house. Enter ORLANDO and ADAM, meeting. Orl. Who's there? Adam. What, my young master?-O my gentle master! O my sweet master! O you memory Of old Sir Roland! why, what make you here? No more do yours: your virtues, gentle master, O, what a world is this, when what is comely Orl.(47) Why, what's the matter? Adam. O unhappy youth, Come not within these doors! within this roof(48) The enemy of all your graces lives: Your brother-(no, no brother; yet the son- Of him I was about to call his father) 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? Orl. What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my food? Or with a base and boisterous sword enforce Adam. But do not so. I have five hundred crowns, Orl. O good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, Adam. Master, go on, and I will follow thee, Here lived I, but now live here no more. [Exeunt. 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;(52) but I must comfort the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to show itself courageous to petticoat: therefore, courage, good Aliena. Cel. I pray you, bear with me; I cannot go no further. (53) 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. Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you still. |