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And she believes, wherever they are gone,
That youth is surely in their company.

Duke. Send to his brother; fetch that gallant hi ther;

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
To bring again these foolish runaways.




OLIVER'S House. Enter ORLANDO, and ADAM.

Orla. Who's there?

Adam. What! my young master?-Oh, my gentle


Oh, my sweet master, O you memory

Of old Sir Rowland! why, what make you here?
Why are you virtuous? Why do people love you ?
And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and valiant ?
Why would you be so fond to overcome
The bony priser of the humourous duke?

Your praise is come too swiftly home before you.
Know you not, master, to some kind of men
Their graces serve them but as enemies?

No more do yours; your virtues, gentle master,
Are sanctified and holy traitors to you.

Oh, what a world is this, when what is comely
Envenoms him that bears it!




Orla. Why, what's the matter?

Adam. O unhappy youth,

Come not within these doors; within this roof

The enemy of all your graces lives :

Your brother—(no, no brother; yet the son—
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 means-
To burn the lodging where you use to lie,
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;
Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it.


Orla. Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go?

Adam. No matter whither, so you come not here.

Orla. What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my food?

Or, with a base and boisterous sword, enforce

A thievish living on the common road?

This I must do, or know not what to do:
Yet this I will not do, do how I can;

I rather will subject me to the malice


Of a diverted blood, and bloody brother.

Adam. But do not so: I have five hundred crowns, The thrifty hire I sav'd under your father, Which I did store, to be my foster-nurse,

When service should in my old limbs lie lame,
And unregarded age in corners thrown;


Take that: and he that doth the ravens feed,
Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,
Be comfort to my age! Here is the gold;
All this I give you: Let me be your servant;
Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty:
For in my youth I never did apply

Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood;
Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo
The means of weakness and debility;
Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,
Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you;
I'll do the service of a younger man
In all your business and necessities.


Orla. Oh good old man! how well in thee ap.


The constant service of the antique world,

When service sweat for duty, not for meed!
Thou art not for the fashion of these times,
Where none will sweat, but for promotion;
And having that, do choak their service up
Even with the having: it is not so with thee.
But, poor old man, thou prun'st a rotten tree,
That cannot so much as a blossom yield,
In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry :
But come thy ways, we'll go along together;
And ere we have thy youthful wages spent,
We'll light upon some settled low content.
Adam. Master, go on; and I will follow thee,
To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty.—
From seventeen years 'till now almost fourscore




Here lived I, but now live here no more.

At seventeen years many their fortunes seek;
But at fourscore, it is too late a week:
Yet fortune cannot recompence me better,
Than to die well, and not my master's debtor.




The Forest of Arden. Enter ROSALIND in Boy's Clothes for Ganimed; CELIA drest like a Shepherdess for Aliena, and TOUCHSTONE the Clown.

Ros. O Jupiter! how weary are my spirits!

Clo. I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not


Ros. I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel, and cry like a woman: but I must comfort the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to show itself courageous to petticoat; therefore, courage, good Alieną.

178 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 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.

Clo. 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.



Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you still.
Sil. O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love her!
Cor. I partly guess; for I have lov'd ere now.

Sil. No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess;
Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover,
As ever sigh'd upon a midnight pillow :
But if thy love were ever like to mine
(As sure I think did never man love so)
How many actions most ridiculous
Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?

Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
Sil. O, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily :
If thou remember'st not the slightest folly
That ever love did make thee run into,
Thou hast not lov'd:

Or if thou hast not sat as I do now,

Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress' praise,
Thou hast not lov'd:

Or if thou hast not broke from company,
Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,


Thou hast not lov'd :-Oh Phebe, Phebe, Phebe! [Exit SILVIUS.

Ros. Alas, poor shepherd! searching 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


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