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 stones, and good in every thing. Ami. I would not change it: Happy is your grace, That can translate the stubbornness of fortune Into so quiet and so sweet a style. Duke S. Come, shall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools,Being native burghers of this desert city,Should, in their own confínes, with forked heads Have their round haunches gor'd. 1 Lord. Indeed, my lord, The melancholy Jaques grieves at that; And, in that kind, swears you do more usurp $ Barbed arrows. Duke S. But what said Jaques ? Did he not moralize this spectacle? 1 Lord. O, yes, into a thousand similes. To that which had too much: Then, being alone, Duke S. And did you leave him in this contemplation ? 2 Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and commenting Upon the sobbing deer. Duke S. I love to cope him in these sullen fits, Show me the place; 2 Lord. I'll bring you to him straight. [Exeunt. For then he's full of matter. 9 Encounter. SCENE II. A Room in the Palace. Enter Duke FREDERICK, Lords, and Attendants. Duke F. 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 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 youth is surely in their company. Duke F. Send to his brother; fetch that gallant hither; If he be absent, bring his brother to me, I'll make him find him: do this suddenly; I Scurvy. 2 Sink into dejection. [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 3 Of old sir Rowland! why, what make you here? Your praise is come too swiftly home before you. No more do yours; your virtues, gentle master, O, what a world is this, when what is comely Orl. Why, what's the matter? Come not within these doors; The enemy of all your graces O unhappy youth, within this roof lives: Your brother-(no, no brother; yet the son- Hath heard your praises; and this night he means off: And Orl. Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go? Adam. No matter whither, so you come not here. Orl. What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my food? Or, with a base and boisterous sword, enforce A thievish living on the common road? I rather will subject me to the malice Adam. But do not so: I have five hundred crowns, Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; VOL. III. 5 Mansion, residence. Blood turned from its natural course, K |