Rof. Why, whither fhall we go?
Cel. To feek my Uncle in the foreft of Arden.
Rof. Alas, what danger will it be to us,
Maids as we are, to travel forth fo far!
Beauty provoketh thieves fooner than gold.
Cel. I'll put myfelf in poor and mean attire,
And with a kind of umber fmirch my face;
The like do you; fo fhall we pafs along,
And never ftir affailants.

Rof. Were't not better,

Because that I am more than common tall,
That I did fuit me all points like a man?
A gallant Curtle-ax' upon my thigh,

A boar-fpear in my hand, and (in my heart
Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will)
I'll have a fwashing and a martial outfide,
As many other mannish Cowards have,

That do outface it with their femblances.

Cel. What fhall I call thee, when thou art a man?
Rof. I'll have no worfe a name than Jove's own
Page;

And therefore, look, you call me Ganimed.
But what will you be call'd?

Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state: No longer Celia, but Aliena.

Rof. But, Coufin, what if we affaid to steal The clownish Fool out of your father's Court? Would he not be a comfort to our travel?

Cel. He'll go along o'er the wide world with me. Leave me alone to woo him. Let's away, And get our jewels and our wealth together; Devife the fittest time, and fafeft way To hide us from purfuit that will be made After my flight: now go we in content To Liberty, and not to Banifhment.

7-curtle-axe, or cutlace, a broad fword.

[Exeunt.

8 Pll have] Sir T. Hanmer, for we'll have.

ACT

ACT II. SCENE I.

Arden FOREST.

Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, and two or three Lords like Forefters.

DUKE fenior.

OW, my co-mates, and brothers in exile,

Hath not old cuftom made this life more fweet
Than That of painted Pomp? are not thefe woods
More free from peril, than the envious Court?
Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,
The Seafons' difference; as, the icy fang,
And churlish chiding of the winter's wind;
Which, when it bites and blows upon my body,
Even 'till I fhrink with cold, I fmile, and fay,
This is no Flattery: these are Counsellors,
That feelingly perfuade me what I am.
Sweet are the ufes of Adverfity,

Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head':
And this our life, exempt from pablick haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in ftones, and good in every thing.

9 In former editions, Here feel we not the Penalty.] What was the Penalty of Adam, hinted at by our Poet? The being fenfible of the Difference of the Seafons. The Duke fays, the Cold and Effects of the Winter feelingly perfuade him what he is. How does he not then feel the Penalty? Doubtless, the Text must be reftor'd as I have corrected it: and 'tis obvious in the Course of these Notes, how often not and but by Miftake have chang'd Place in

our Author's former Editions.

THEOBALD. Which, like the toad, ugly and

venomous,

Wears yet a precious jewel in his

head:] It was the current opinion in Shakespeare's time, that in the head of an old toad was to be found a ftone, or pearl, to which great virtues were afcribed. This ftone has been often fought, but nothing has been found more than accidental or perhaps morbid indurations of the skull.

Ami.

Ami. I would not change it. Happy is your Grace,
That can tranflate the ftubbornnefs of fortune
Into fo quiet and so sweet a style.

Duke Sen. Come, fhall we go and kill us venifon?
And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools,
Being native burghers of this defert city,
Should in their own Confines, with forked heads
Have their round haunches goar'd.

1 Lord. Indeed, my Lord,

The melancholy Jaques grieves at that;
And in that kind fwears you do more ufurp
Than doth your brother, that hath banish'd you.
To day my Lord of Amiens, and myself,
Did fteal behind him, as he lay along
Under an oak, whofe antique root peeps out
Upon the brook that brawls along this wood;
To the which place a poor fequeftred ftag,
That from the hunters' aim had ta'en a hurt,
Did come to languish; and, indeed, my lord,
The wretched Animal heav'd forth fuch groans
That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat
Almost to bursting; and the big round tears
Cours'd one another down his innocent nofe
In piteous chafe; and thus the hairy fool,
Much marked of the melancholy Jaques,
Stood on th' extremeft verge of the fwift brook,
Augmenting it with tears.

Duke Sen. But what faid Jaques ?
Did he not moralize this fpectacle?

1 Lord. O yes, into a thousand fimilies.
First, for his weeping in the needlefs ftream;
Poor Deer, quoth he, thou mak'st a testament
As worldlings do, giving thy fum of more
To that which had too much. Then being alone,
Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends:

I would not change it.] Mr. and makes Amiens begin, Happy Upton, not without probability, is your Grace.

gives these words to the duke,

'Tis

"Tis right, quoth he, thus mifery doth part The flux of company. Anon a carclefs herd, Full of the pafture, jumps along by him,

And never stays to greet him: Ay, quoth Jaques,
Sweep on, you fat and greafy citizens,

'Tis juft the fashion; wherefore do you look
Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?
Thus moft invectively he pierceth through
The body of the Country, City, Court,
Yea, and of this our life; fwearing, that we
Are meer ufurpers, tyrants, and what's worfe,
To fright the animals, and to kill them up
In their affign'd and native dwelling place.
Duke Sen. And did you leave him in this contem-
plation?

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

Upon the fobbing deer.

Duke Sen. Show me the place;

I love to cope him in thefe fullen fits.
For then he's full of matter.

2 Lord. I'll bring you to him ftraight.

Duke.

SCENE II.

Changes to the PALACE again.

Enter Duke Frederick with Lords.

[Exeunt,

MAN it be poffible, that no man faw them?

CA

It cannot be. Some villains of my Court Are of confent and fufferance in this.

I Lord. I cannot hear of any that did fee her,
The ladies, her attendants of her chamber,
Saw her a-bed, and in the morning carly

They found the bed untreafur'd of their mistress.

to cope him,] To encounter him; to engage with him.

2 Lord.

2 Lord. My lord the roynish Clown, at who fo

oft

Your Grace was wont to laugh, is alfo miffing.
Hefperia, the Princefs' Gentlewoman,
Confeffes, that the fecretly o'er-heard
Your Daughter and her Coufin much commend
The parts and graces of the Wrestler,
That did but lately foil the finewy Charles;
And the believes, where ever they are gone,
That Youth is furely in their company.

Duke. Send to his brother: Fetch that Gallant hither;
If he be abfent, bring his brother to me,
I'll make him find him. Do this fuddenly;
And let not Search and Inquifition quail
To bring again these foolish runaways.

Orla.

SCENE

III.

Changes to OLIVER'S Houfe.

W

Enter Orlando and Adam.

HO's there?

[Exeunt.

Adam. What! my young master? ohi, my gentle mafter,

Oh, my fweet mafter, 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 fo fond to overcome

3

The bony Prifer of the humorous Duke?
Your Praise is come too fwiftly home before you.
Know you not, master, to fome kind of men
Their Graces ferve them but as enemies?

'In the former editions, The BONNY Prifer] We fhould read BONEY Prifer. For this wrestler is characterised for his

ftrength and bulk, not for his gayety or good-humour.

WARBURTON. So Milton, Giants of mighty bone. Ne