As you like it.Then that of painted pompe? Are not these woods
[590]
More free from perill then the enuious Court?Heere feele we not the penaltie of
Adam,
The seasons difference, as the Icie phangeAnd churlish chiding of the winters winde,Which when it bites and blowes vpon my body
[595]
Euen till I shrinke with cold, I smile, and sayThis is no flattery: these are counsellorsThat feelingly perswade me what I am:Sweet are the vses of aduersitieWhich like the toad, ougly and venemous,
[600]
Weares yet a precious Iewell in his head:And this our life exempt from publike haunt,Findes tongues in trees, bookes in the running brookes,Sermons in stones, and good in euery thing.Amien.I would not change it, happy is your Grace
[605]
That can translate the stubbornnesse of fortuneInto so quiet and so sweet a stile.Du. Sen.Come, shall we goe and kill vs venison
?And yet it irkes me the poore dapled foolesBeing natiue Burgers of this desert City,
[610]
Should intheir owne confines with forked headsHaue their round hanches goard.1. Lord.Indeed my LordThe melancholy
Iaques grieues at that,
And in that kinde sweares you doe more vsurpe
[615]
Then doth your brother that hath banish'd you:To day my Lord of
Amiens, and my selfe,
Did steale behinde him as he lay alongVnder an oake, whose anticke roote peepes outVpon the brooke that brawles along this wood,
[620]
To the which place a poore sequestred StagThat from the Hunters aime had tane a hurt,Did come to languish; and indeed my LordThe wretched annimall heau'd forth such groanesThat their discharge did stretch his leatherne coat
[625]
Almost to bursting, and the big round tearesCours'd one another downe his innocent noseIn pitteous chase: and thus the hairie foole,Much marked of the melancholie
Iaques,Stood on th' extremest verge of the swift brooke,
[630]
Augmenting it with teares.Du. Sen.But what said
Iaques?Did he not moralize this spectacle?1. Lord.O yes, into a thousand similies.First, for his weeping into the needlesse streame;
[635]
Poore Deere quoth he, thou mak'st a testamentAs worldlings doe, giuing thy sum of moreTo that which had too must: then being there alone,Left and abandoned of his veluet friend;'Tis right quoth he, thus miserie doth part
[640]
The Fluxe of companie: anon a carelesse Heard pasture, iumps along by him
staies to greet him: I quoth
Iaques,
you fat and greazie Citizens,
e fashion; wherefore doe you looke
[645]
hat poore and broken bankrupt there?
inuectiuely he pierceth through
f Countrie, Citie, Court,
is our life, swearing that we
ers, tyrants, and whats worse
[650]
imals, and to kill them vp
atiue dwelling place.
e him in this contemplation?
eeping and commenting
Show me the place,I loue to cope him in these sullen fits,For then he's full of matter.1. LorIle bring you to him strait.Exeunt.
Scena Secunda.
[Act 2, Scene 2]
Enter Duke, with Lords.Duk.Can it be possible that no man saw them?
[660]
It cannot be, some villaines of my CourtAre of consent and sufferance in this.1. Lo.I cannot heare of any that did see her,The Ladies her attendants of her chamberSaw her a bed, and in the morning early,
[665]
They found the bed vntreasur'd of their Mistris.2. Lor.My Lord, the roynish Clown, at whom so oft,Your Grace was wont to laugh is also missing,Hisperia the Princesse Centlewoman
Confesses that she secretly ore‑heard
[670]
Your daughter and her Cosen much commendThe parts and graces of the WrastlerThat did but lately foile the synowie
Charles,
And she beleeues where euer they are goneThat youth is surely in their companie.Duk.
[675]
Send to his brother, fetch that gallant hither,If he be absent, bring his Brother to me,Ile make him finde him: do this sodainly;And let not search and inquisition quaile,To bring againe these foolish runawaies.Exunt.
Scena Tertia.
[Act 2, Scene 3]
Enter Orlando and Adam.Orl.
[680]
Who's there
?Ad.What my yong Master, oh my gentle master,Oh my sweet master, O you memorieOf old Sir
Rowland; why, what make you here?
Why are you vertuous? Why do people loue you?
[685]
And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and valiant?Why would you be so fond to ouercomeThe bonnie priser of the humorous Duke?Your praise is come too swiftly home before you.Know you not Master, to seeme kinde of men,
[690]
Their graces serue them but as enemies,No more doe yours: your vertues gentle MasterAre sanctified and holy traitors to you:Oh what a world is this, when what is comelyEnuenoms him that beares it?
[695]
Why, what's the matter?This line is conventionally attributed to Orlando.Ad.O vnhappie youth,Come not within these doores: within this roofeThe enemie of all your graces liuesYour brother, no, no brother, yet the sonne
[700]
(Yet not the son, I will not call him son)Of him I was about to call his Father,Hath heard your praises, and this night he meanes,To burne the lodging where you vse to lye,ile of that
He
Scena Tertia.
[Act 2, Scene 3]
Enter Orlando and Adam.Orl.
[680]
Who's there
?Ad.What my yong Master, oh my gentle master,Oh my sweet master, O you memorieOf old Sir
Rowland; why, what make you here?
Why are you vertuous? Why do people loue you?
[685]
And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and valiant?Why would you be so fond to ouercomeThe bonnie priser of the humorous Duke?Your praise is come too swiftly home before you.Know you not Master, to seeme kinde of men,
[690]
Their graces serue them but as enemies,No more doe yours: your vertues gentle MasterAre sanctified and holy traitors to you:Oh what a world is this, when what is comelyEnuenoms him that beares it?
[695]
Why, what's the matter?This line is conventionally attributed to Orlando.Ad.O vnhappie youth,Come not within these doores: within this roofeThe enemie of all your graces liuesYour brother, no, no brother, yet the sonne
[700]
(Yet not the son, I will not call him son)Of him I was about to call his Father,Hath heard your praises, and this night he meanes,To burne the lodging where you vse to lye,ile of that
[705]
He will haue other meanes to cut you off;I ouerheard him: and his practises:This is no place, this house is but a butcherie;Abhorre it, feare it, doe not enter it.Ad.This speech is conventionally attributed to Orlando.Why whether
Adam would'st thou haue me go?
Ad.
[710]
No matter whether, so you come not here.Orl.What, would'st thou haue me go & beg my food,Or with a base and boistrous Sword enforceA theeuish liuing on the common rode?This I must do, or know not what to do:
[715]
Yet this I will not do, do how I can,I rather will subiect me to the maliceOf a diuerted blood, and bloudie brother.Ad.But do not so: I haue fiue hundred Crownes,The thriftie hire I saued vnder your Father,
[720]
Which I did store to be my foster Nurse,When seruice should in my old limbs lie lame,And vnregarded age in corners throwne,Take that, and he that doth the Rauens feede,Yea prouidently caters for the Sparrow,
[725]
Be comfort to my age: here is the gold,All this I giue you, let me be your seruant,Though I looke old, yet I am strong and lustie;For in my youth I neuer did applyHot, and rebellious liquors in my bloud,
[730]
Nor did not with vnbashfull forehead woe,The meanes of weakensse and debilitie,Therefore my age is as a lustie winter,Frostie, but kindely; let me goe with you,Ile doe the seruice of a yonger man
[735]
In all your businesse and necessities.Orl.Oh good old man, how well in thee appearesThe constant seruice of the antique world,When seruice sweate for dutie, not for meede:Thou art not for the fashion of these times,
[740]
Where none will sweate, but for promotion,And hauing that do choake their seruice vp,Euen with the hauing, it is not so with thee:But poore old man, thou prun'st a rotten tree,That cannot so much as a blossome yeelde,
[745]
In lieu of all thy paines and husbandrie,But come thy waies, weele goe along together,And ere we haue thy youthfull wages spent,Weele light vpon some setled low content.Ad.Master goe on, and I will follow thee
[750]
To the last gaspe with truth and loyaltie,From seauentie yeeres, till now almost fourescoreHere liued I, but now liue here no moreAt seauenteene yeeres, many their fortunes seekeBut at fourescore, it is too late a weeke,
[755]
Yet fortune cannot recompence me betterThen to die well, and not my Masters debter.Exeunt.
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<l n="686">Why would you be so fond to ouercome</l>
<l n="687">The bonnie priser of the humorous Duke?</l>
<l n="688">Your praise is come too swiftly home before you.</l>
<l n="689">Know you not Master, to seeme kinde of men,</l>
<l n="690">Their graces serue them but as enemies,</l>
<l n="691">No more doe yours: your vertues gentle Master</l>
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<l n="696">O vnhappie youth,</l>
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<l n="698">The enemie of all your graces liues</l>
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<l n="700">(Yet not the son, I will not call him son)</l>
<l n="701">Of him I was about to call his Father,</l>
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<l n="705">He will haue other meanes to cut you off;</l>
<l n="706">I ouerheard him: and his practises:</l>
<l n="707">This is no place, this house is but a butcherie;</l>
<l n="708">Abhorre it, feare it, doe not enter it.</l>
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<l n="710">No matter whether, so you come not here.</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
<l n="711">What, would'st thou haue me go & beg my food,</l>
<l n="712">Or with a base and boistrous Sword enforce</l>
<l n="713">A theeuish liuing on the common rode?</l>
<l n="714">This I must do, or know not what to do:</l>
<l n="715">Yet this I will not do, do how I can,</l>
<l n="716">I rather will subiect me to the malice</l>
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<l n="718">But do not so: I haue fiue hundred Crownes,</l>
<l n="719">The thriftie hire I saued vnder your Father,</l>
<l n="720">Which I did store to be my foster Nurse,</l>
<l n="721">When seruice should in my old limbs lie lame,</l>
<l n="722">And vnregarded age in corners throwne,</l>
<l n="723">Take that, and he that doth the Rauens feede,</l>
<l n="724">Yea prouidently caters for the Sparrow,</l>
<l n="725">Be comfort to my age: here is the gold,</l>
<l n="726">All this I giue you, let me be your seruant,</l>
<l n="727">Though I looke old, yet I am strong and lustie;</l>
<l n="728">For in my youth I neuer did apply</l>
<l n="729">Hot, and rebellious liquors in my bloud,</l>
<l n="730">Nor did not with vnbashfull forehead woe,</l>
<l n="731">The meanes of weakensse and debilitie,</l>
<l n="732">Therefore my age is as a lustie winter,</l>
<l n="733">Frostie, but kindely; let me goe with you,</l>
<l n="734">Ile doe the seruice of a yonger man</l>
<l n="735">In all your businesse and necessities.</l>
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<sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
<speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
<l n="736">Oh good old man, how well in thee appeares</l>
<l n="737">The constant seruice of the antique world,</l>
<l n="738">When seruice sweate for dutie, not for meede:</l>
<l n="739">Thou art not for the fashion of these times,</l>
<l n="740">Where none will sweate, but for promotion,</l>
<l n="741">And hauing that do choake their seruice vp,</l>
<l n="742">Euen with the hauing, it is not so with thee:</l>
<l n="743">But poore old man, thou prun'st a rotten tree,</l>
<l n="744">That cannot so much as a blossome yeelde,</l>
<l n="745">In lieu of all thy paines and husbandrie,</l>
<l n="746">But come thy waies, weele goe along together,</l>
<l n="747">And ere we haue thy youthfull wages spent,</l>
<l n="748">Weele light vpon some setled low content.</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">Ad.</speaker>
<l n="749">Master goe on, and I will follow thee</l>
<l n="750">To the last gaspe with truth and loyaltie,</l>
<l n="751">From seauentie yeeres, till now almost fourescore</l>
<l n="752">Here liued I, but now liue here no more</l>
<l n="753">At seauenteene yeeres, many their fortunes seeke</l>
<l n="754">But at fourescore, it is too late a weeke,</l>
<l n="755">Yet fortune cannot recompence me better</l>
<l n="756">Then to die well, and not my Masters debter.</l>
</sp>
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