Are of consent and sufferance in this. 1 Lord. 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 untreasur'd of their mistress. 2 Lord. 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 did but lately foil the sinewy Charles; Duke F. Send to his brother; fetch that gallant If he be absent, bring his brother to me, [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 6 7 8 8 the roynish clown,] Roynish, from rogneur, French, quail] To quail is to faint, to sink into dejection. O you memory-] Shakspeare often uses memory for memorial; and Beaumont and Fletcher sometimes. Of old sir Rowland! why, what make you here? O, what a world is this, when what is comely Orl. Why, what's the matter? Adam. Your brother-(no, no brother; yet the son- He will have other means to cut you off; 2 This is no place, this house is but a butchery; Orl. Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go? Adam. No matter whither, so you come not here. so fond-] i. e. so indiscreet, so inconsiderate. The bony priser -] The word bonny occurs more than once in the novel from which this play of As You Like It is taken. It is likewise much used by the common people in the northern counI believe, however, bony to be the true reading. • This is no place,] i. e. for you. MALONE. Orl. What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my food? Or, with a base and boisterous sword, enforce I rather will subject me to the malice Adam. But do not so: I have five hundred crowns, appears Orl. O good old man; how well in thee 3 diverted turned out of the course of nature. 4 Even with the having:] Even with the promotion gained by service is service extinguished. JOHNSON. That cannot so much as a blossom yield, Adam. Master, go on; and I will follow thee, To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty.From seventeen years till now almost fourscore Here lived I, but now live here no more. At seventeen years many their fortunes seek; But at fourscore, it is too late a week: Yet fortune cannot recompense me better, Than to die well, and not my master's debtor. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The Forest of Arden. Enter ROSALIND in boy's clothes, CELIA drest like a Shepherdess, and TOUCHSTONE. Ros. O Jupiter! how weary are my spirits! Touch. I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary. Ros. I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel, and to cry like a woman: but I must comfort the weaker vessel, 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. Touch. For my part, I had rather bear with you, than bear you: yet I should bear no cross,' if I did no cross,] A cross was a piece of money stamped with a On this our author is perpetually quibbling. bear you; for, I think, you have no money in your purse. Ros. Well, this is the forest of Arden. Touch. Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I; when I was at home, I was in a better place; but travellers must be content. Ros. Ay, be so, good Touchstone:-Look you, who comes here; a young man, and an old, in solemn talk. Enter CORIN and SILVIUS. Cor. That is the way to make her scorn you still. Sil. O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love her! Cor. I partly guess; for I have lov'd ere now. Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy? Or if thou hast not sat as I do now, Or if thou hast not broke from company, I have by hard adventure found mine own. |