Hath heard your praises; and this night, he means He will have other means to cut you off: This is no place, this house is but a butchery;/ Orl. Why, whither, Adam, would'st thou have me go? Adam. (L. c.) No matter whither, so you come not here. Orl. What, would'st thou have me go and beg my food? Or, with a base and boisterous sword, enforce Of a diverted blood, and bloody brother. [Goes R. [Returns to c. 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, Orl. Oh, good old man! how well in thee appears That cannot so much as a blossom yield, But, come thy ways, we'll go along together; [Going w. [Exit, R. Adam. Master, go on; and I will follow thee, To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty. [Slowly following. From seventeen years till now, almost fourscore, Here lived I, but now live here no more. At seventeen years, many their fortunes seek ; Yet fortune cannot recompense me better, Than to die well, and not my master's debtor. [Exit, R. SCENE II.The Forest of Arden. Enter DUKE, Senior, AMIENS, JAQUES, and Two or Three LORDS, like Foresters, L. Duke. (c.) Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Which, like the toad, ugly, and venomous, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Amiens. (R.) Happy is your grace, That can translate the stubbornness of fortune Duke. Come, shall we go and kill us venison? Jaques. (L.) Indeed, my lord, I have often grieved at that; And, in that kind think you do more usurp, Did steal Behind an oak, whose antique root peeps out Duke. But what said you? Did you not moralize this spectacle? Jaques. O, yes, into a thousand similies. To that, which had too much:-Then, being alone, The body of the country, city, court, I love to cope you in these sullen fits, [Exeunt, L, SCENE III.—A Room in the Palace. Enter DUKE FREDERICK, EUSTACE, LOUIS, and Fred. (c.) Can it be possible, that no man saw them? It cannot be; some villains of my court Are of consent and sufferance in this. 1 Gent. (R.) 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 untreasured of their mistress. 2 Gent. (L.) My lord, the roynish clown, at whom so oft Your grace was wont to laugh, is also missing. Your daughter, and her cousin, much commend That youth is surely in their company. Fred. Send to his brother: fetch that gallant hither; [Exit second GENTLEMAN, L. I'll make him find him-do this suddenly; SCENE IV.-The Forest. [Excunt, R. Enter JAQUES, AMIENS, and Three other LORDS, L. Jaques. (c.) More, more; I pr'ythee more. Amiens. (L.) It will make you melancholy, Jaques. Jaques. I thank it; I do love it better than laughing. Amiens. Those, that are in the extremity of either, are abominable fellows, and betray themselves to every modern censure, worse than drunkards. Jaques. I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation; nor the musician's, which is fantastical; nor the courtier's, which is proud; nor the soldier's, which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, which is politic; nor the lady's, which is nice; nor the lover's, which is all these; but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many ob jects; and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my after rumination wraps me, is a most humorous sadness.-Sing, I pr'ythee sing. Amiens. My voice is rugged: I know I cannot please you. Jaques. I do not desire you to please me, I desire you to sing.-I can suck melancholy out of a song, as a weasel can suck eggs. Come, warble, warble. SONG --AMIENS. Under the greenwood tree," Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall ye see No enemy, But winter and rough weather Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats, And pleased with what he gets, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see No enemy, But winter and rough weather. Jaques. I'll go sleep, if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail against all the first-born of Egypt. [Exit, L. [Exeunt, R. Amiens. And we'll go seek the Duke: his banquet is prepared. SCENE V.-The Forest of Arden. Enter ROSALIND, in Boy's Clothes, for Ganymede; Ros. (R. C.) O Jupiter! how weary are my spirits! not weary. 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 it |