Being native burghers of this desert city,

Should in their own confines with forked heads

Have their round haunches gored.

First Lord.

Indeed, my lord,

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The melancholy Jaques grieves at that,
And, in that kind, swears you do more usurp
Than doth your brother that hath banish'd you.
To-day my Lord of Amiens and myself
Did steal behind him as he lay along

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Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out
Upon the brook that brawls along this wood:
To the which place a poor sequester'd stag,
That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt,
Did come to languish, and indeed, my lord,
The wretched animal heaved forth such groans
That their discharge did stretch his leathern

coat

Almost to bursting, and the big round tears
Coursed one another down his innocent nose
In piteous chase; and thus the hairy fool,
Much marked of the melancholy Jaques,
Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook,
Augmenting it with tears.

Duke S.

But what said Jaques?

Did he not moralize this spectacle?

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First Lord. O, yes, into a thousand similes. 45 First, for his weeping into the needless stream;

'Poor deer,' quoth he, thou makest a testa

ment

As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more

To that which had too much.' Then, being there

Full of the pasture, jumps along by him

And never stays to greet him; 'Ay,' quoth
Jaques,

'Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens;
"Tis just the fashion: wherefore do you look
Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?'
Thus most invectively he pierceth through
The body of the country, city, court,
Yea, and of this our life; swearing that we

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Are mere usurpers, tyrants, and what's worse,
To fright the animals and to kill them up
In their assign'd and native dwelling-place.

Duke S. And did you leave him in this contem

plation?

Sec. Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and commenting

Upon the sobbing deer.

Duke S.

Show me the place:

I love to cope him in these sullen fits,

For then he's full of matter.

First Lord. I'll bring you to him straight.

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[Exeunt.

SCENE II. A room in the palace.

Enter DUKE FREDERICK, with Lords.

Duke F. Can it be possible that no man saw them?

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.

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The ladies, her attendants of her chamber,
Saw her a-bed, and in the morning early
They found the bed untreasured of their mistress.
Sec. Lord. My lord, the roynish clown, at whom
so oft

Your Grace was wont to laugh, is also missing.
Hisperia, the princess' gentlewoman,
Confesses that she secretly o'erheard

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Your daughter and her cousin much commend
The parts and graces of the wrestler

That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles;

And she believes, wherever they are gone,

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That youth is surely in their company.

Duke F. Send to his brother; 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
To bring again these foolish runaways.

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[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 Rowland! why, what make you here?
Why are you virtuous? why do people love you? 5
And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and valiant?
Why would you be so fond to overcome
The bonny 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.

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

Orl. Why, what's the matter?
Adam.

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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,

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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.

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

Adam. No matter whither, so you come not

here.

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Orl. 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.

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Adam.

But do not so. I have five hundred

crowns,

The thrifty hire I saved 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,

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Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo

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