Yet not the fon; I will not call him fon
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:

There is no place, this house is but a butchery;
Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it.

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

Adam. No matter whither, fo you come not here. Orla. What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my food?

Or with a base, and boisterous fword enforce
A thievifh living on the common road?
This I must do, or know not what to do:
Yet this will I not do, do how I can;

I rather will fubject me to the malice
Of a diverted blood, and bloody brother.

Adam. But do not fo; I have five hundred crowns,
The thrifty hire I fav'd under your father,
Which I did ftore, to be my fofter-nurfe
When fervice fhould 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 fparrow,
Be comfort to my age! here is the gold,
All this I give you, let me be your fervant;
Tho' I look old, yet I am ftrong and lufly;
For in my youth I never did apply
Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood,
Nor did I with unbafhful forehead woo
The means of weakness and debility;
Therefore my age is as a lufty winter,
Frofty, but kindly; let me go with you;
I'll do the fervice of a younger man
In all your business and neceflities.

Orla.

appears

Orla. Oh! good old man, how well in thee
The conftant fervice of the antique world;
When service fweat for duty, not for meed!
Thou art not for the fashion of these times,
Where none will fweat, but for promotion;
And, having That, do choak their fervice up
Even with the Having; it is not fo with thee;
But, poor old man, thou prun'ft a rotton tree,
That cannot fo much as a blossom yield,
In lieu of all thy pains and hufbandry;
But come thy ways, we'll go along together;
And ere we have thy youthful wages spent,
We'll light upon fome fettled low Content.

Adam. Mafter, go on; and I will follow thee
To the laft gafp with truth and loyalty.
From seventeen years 'till now almost fourfcore
Here lived I, but now live here no more.
At feventeen years Many their fortunes seek;
But at fourfcore, it is too late a week;
Yet fortune cannot recompence me better
Than to die well, and not my master's debtor. [Exe.

Changes to the FOREST of Arden

Enter Rofalind in Boy's clothes for Ganimed, Celia dreft like a fhepherdefs for Aliena, and Clown. Rof.lo. I care not for my fpirits, if my legs Jupiter! how weary are my spirits?

were not weary.

Rof. I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel, and cry like a woman; but I muft comfort the weaker veffel, as doublet and hose ought to show itself courageous to petticoat; therefore, courage, good Aliena.

Cel. I pray you, bear with me, I cannot go no further.

Clo.

than

Clo. For my part, I had rather bear with you, bear you; yet I fhould bear no Crofs, if I did bear you; for, L.think, you have no money in your purse. Rof. Well, this is the foreft of Arden.

Clo. Ay; now I am in Arden, the more fool I; when I was at home, I was in a better place; but travellers must be content.

Rof. Ay, be fo, good Touchstone: look you, who comes here; a young man and an old in folemn talk. Enter Corin and Silvius.

Cor. That is the way to make her scorn
you ftill.
Sil. O Corin, that thou knew'ft how I do love her!
Cor. I partly guefs; for I have lov'd ere now.
Sil. No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess,
Tho' in thy youth thou waft as true a lover,
As ever figh'd upon a midnight pillow;
But if thy love were ever like to mine,
(As, fure, I think, did never man love fo)
How many actions most ridiculous

Haft thou been drawn to by thy fantafy?
Cor. Into a thoufand that I have forgotten.
Sil. O, thou didst then ne er love fo heartily;
If thou remember'ft not the flightest folly,
That ever love did make thee run into,
Thou haft not lov'd.-

Or if thou haft not fate as I do now,
Wearying the hearer in thy mistress praise,
Thou haft not lov'd.-

Or if thou haft not broke from company
Abruptly, as my paffion now makes me;
Thou haft not lov'd.-

O Phebe! Phebe! Phebe!

[Exit Sil. Rof. Alas, poor Shepherd! fearching of thy wound, I have by hard adventure found my own.

Clo. And I mine; I remember, when I was in love, I broke my fword upon a stone, and bid him take that for coming a-nights to Jane Smile; and I re

member

member the kiffing of her batlet, and the cow's dugs that her pretty chopt hands had milk'd and I remember the wooing of a peafcod inftead of her, from whom I took two cods, and giving her them again, faid with weeping tears, wear thefe for my fake. We, that are true lovers, run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, fo is all nature in love mortal in folly.

Rof. Thou speak'ft wifer, than thou art ware of. Clo. Nay, I fhall ne'er be ware of mine own wit, 'till I break my fhins against it.

Rof. Jove! Jove! this Shepherd's paffion is much upon my fashion.

me.

Clo. And mine; but it grows fomething ftale with

Cel. I pray you, one of you question yond man, If he for gold will give us any food;

I faint almoft to death.

Clo. Holla; you, Clown!

Rof. Peace, fool; he's not thy kinfman.
Cor. Who calls?

Clo. Your Betters, Sir.

Cor. Elfe they are very wretched.

Rof. Peace, I fay; good Even to you, friend. Cor. And to you, gentle Sir, and to you all. Rof. I pr'ythee, fhepherd, if that love or gold Can in this defart place buy entertainment, Bring us where we may reft ourselves, and feed; Here's a young maid with travel much opprefs'd, And faints for fuccour.

Cor. Fair Sir, I pity her,

And wish for her fake, more than for mine own,
My fortunes were more able to relieve her:
But I am Shepherd to another man,
And do not sheer the fleeces that I
My mafter is of churlish difpofition,
And little wreaks to find the way to heav'n

graze;

By

By doing deeds of hofpitality:

Befides, his Coate, his flocks, and bounds of feed
Are now on fale, and at our sheep-coate now,
By reafon of his abfence, there is nothing
That you will feed on; but what is, come fee
And in my voice moft welcome shall you be.
Rof. What is he, that shall buy his flock and paf-

ture?

Cor. That young fwain, that you faw here but ere while,

That little cares for buying any thing.

Rof. I pray thee, if it stand with honefty,
Buy thou the cottage, pasture and the flock,
And thou shalt have to pay for it of us.
Cel. And we will mend thy wages.

I like this place, and willingly could wafte,
My time in it.

Cor. Affuredly, the thing is to be fold;
Go with me; if you like, upon report,
The foil, the profit, and this kind of life,
I will your very faithful feeder be;

And buy it with your gold right fuddenly. [Exeunt.

Changes to a defart Part of the FOREST.

Enter Amiens, Jaques, and others.