They are as innocent as grace it felf:
Let it fuffice thee that I trust thee not,

Rof. Yet your miftruft cannot make me a traitor ;
Tell me whereon the likelihood depends.

Duke. Thou art thy father's daughter, there's enough,
Rof. So was I when your Highnefs took his Dukedom,
So was I when your Highness banish'd him;
Treafon is not inherited, my lord;

Or if we did derive it from our friends,
What's that to me? my father was no traitor:
Then, good my Liege, miftake me not fo much
To think my poverty is treacherous.

Cel. Dear Sovereign, hear me speak.

Duke. Ay, Celia, we but ftaid her for your fake,
Elfe had fhe with her father rang'd along.

Cel. I did not then entreat to have her ftay;
It was your pleasure, and your own remorse;
I was too young that time to value her;
But now I know her; if the be a traitor,
Why, fo am I; we ftill have flept together,
Rofe at an inftant, learn'd, play'd, eat together,
And wherefoe'er we went, like Juno's Swans
Still we went coupled and infeparable.

Her

Duke. She is too fubtle for thee; and her fmoothness, very filence and her patience,

Speak to the people, and they pity her:

Thou art a fool; the robs thee of thy name,

And thou wilt fhow more bright, and feem more virtuous When she is gone; then open not thy lips:

Firm and irrevocable is my doom,

Which I have paft upon her; fhe is banish'd.

Cel. Pronounce that fentence then on me, my Liege; I cannot live out of her company.

Duke. You are a fool: you, niece, provide your felf; If you out-ftay the time, upon mine honour,

And in the greatnefs of my word, you die. [Exe. Duke,&c. SCENE X.

Cel. O my poor Rofalind, where wilt thou go? Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee mine: I charge thee be not thou more griev'd than I am,

Rof,

Rof. I have more cause,

Cel. Thou haft not, dearest coufin;
Pr'ythee, be cheerful; know'ft thou not
Has banished me his daughter?
Rof. That he hath not.

Cel. No? hath not? Rofalind lacks then
Which teacheth me that thou and I are one
Shall we be fundred ? fhall we part, sweet girl?
No, let my father feek another heir.
Therefore devife with me how we may fly,
Whither to go, and what to bear with us;
And do not feek to take your charge upon you,
To bear your griefs your felf, and leave me out :
For by this heav'n, now at our forrows pale,
Say what thou can'ft, I'll go along with thee.
Rof. Why, whither shall 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 my self in poor and mean attire,
And with a kind of umber fmutch my face;
The like do you; fo fhall we pass 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 curtelax upon my thigh,

A boar-fpear in my hand, and (in my heart
Lye there what hidden woman's fear there will)
I'll have a swashing 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 worse 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 ftate:

No longer Celia, but Aliena.

Ref. But, coufin, what if we affaid to steal

The

They whith fool out of your father's court?
Lerd he not be a comfort to our travel?

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

ACT II. SCENE ì.

[Exeunt:

A Foreft. Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, and two or three

Duke Sen.

Lords like forefters.

Hath not old cuftom made this life more [OW, my co-mates, and brothers in exile,

fweet

Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods
More free from peril than the envious court?
Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,
The feafon's difference; as, the icie phang,
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; thefe 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 publick haunt,

Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in ftones, and good in every thing.

Ami. I would not change it; happy is your Grace
That can tranflate the stubbornnefs of fortune
Into fo quiet and so sweet a ftyle.

Duke Sen. Come, fhall we go and kill us venifon?
And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools,
Being native burghers of this defart city,

Should, in their own confines, with forked heads
Have their round haunches goar'd,

1 Lord. Indeed, my Lord,

The

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 hunter's 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
Almoft to bursting, and the big round tears
Cours'd one another down his innocent nofe
In piteous chase; 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 needless stream;
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;
'Tis right, quoth he: thus mifery doth part
The flux of company: anon a careless herd,
Full of the pasture, jumps along by him,
Another ftays to greet him: ay, quoth Jaques,
Sweep on, you fat and greazy citizens,
'Tis juft the fashion; wherefore do you look
Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?
Thus most invectively he pierced through
The body of the country, city, court,
Yea, and of this our life, fwearing that we
Are mere ufurpers, tyrants, and what's worse,
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 contemplation?

2 Lord.

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 these fullen fits,
For then he's full of matter.

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

SCENE II.

[Exeunt

The Palace again.

Enter Duke Frederick with Lords.

Duke. Can it be poffible that no man saw them?
It cannot be; fome villains of my court
Are of confent and sufferance in this.

1 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 early
They found the bed untreafur'd of their mistress.

2 Lord. My lord, the roynifh clown, at whom fo oft Your Grace was wont to laugh, is alfo miffing: Hifperia, the Princefs' gentlewoman,

Confeffes that the fecretly o'erheard

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,
The 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 fearch and inquifition quail
To bring again these foolish runaways.

Oh

SCENE III. Oliver's House.
Enter Orlando and Adam:

Orla. Who's there?

[Exeunt.

Adam. What! my young mafter? oh my gentle mafter,
my fweet 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, ftrong, and valiant?
Why would you be fo fond to overcome
The bonny prifer of the humorous Duke ?
Your praife is come too fwiftly home before you.

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