Enter DUKE SENIOR,
AMIENS, and two or three Lords,
||Now, my co-mates and
brothers in exile,
Hath not old custom made this life more sweet
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 seasons' 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 shrink with cold, I smile and say
'This is no flattery: these are counsellors
That feelingly persuade me what I am.'
Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;
And this our life exempt from public haunt
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones and good in every thing.
I would not change it.
||Happy is your grace,
That can translate the stubbornness of fortune
Into so quiet and so sweet a style.
||Come, shall we go and kill
And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools,
Being native burghers of this desert city,
Should in their own confines with forked heads
Have their round haunches gored.
||Indeed, my lord,
The melancholy Jaques grieves at that,
And, in that kind, swears you do more usurp
Than doth your brother that hath banish'd you.
To-day my Lord of Amiens and myself
Did steal behind him as he lay along
Under an oak whose antique root peeps out
Upon the brook that brawls along this wood:
To the which place a poor sequester'd stag,
That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt,
Did come to languish, and indeed, my lord,
The wretched animal heaved forth such groans
That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat
Almost to bursting, and the big round tears
Coursed one another down his innocent nose
In piteous chase; and thus the hairy fool
Much marked of the melancholy Jaques,
Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook,
Augmenting it with tears.
||But what said Jaques?
Did he not moralize this spectacle?
||O, yes, into a thousand
First, for his weeping into the needless stream;
'Poor deer,' quoth he, 'thou makest a testament
As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more
To that which had too much:' then, being there alone,
Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends,
''Tis right:' quoth he; 'thus misery doth part
The flux of company:' anon a careless herd,
Full of the pasture, jumps along by him
And never stays to greet him; 'Ay' quoth Jaques,
'Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens;
'Tis just the fashion: wherefore do you look
Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?'
Thus most invectively he pierceth through
The body of the country, city, court,
Yea, and of this our life, swearing that we
Are mere usurpers, tyrants and what's worse,
To fright the animals and to kill them up
In their assign'd and native dwelling-place.
||And did you leave him in
||We did, my lord, weeping
Upon the sobbing deer.
||Show me the place:
I love to cope him in these sullen fits,
For then he's full of matter.
||I'll bring you to him
Enter DUKE FREDERICK, with Lords
||Can it be possible that no
man saw them?
It cannot be: some villains of my court
Are of consent and sufferance in this.
||I cannot hear of any that
did see her.
The ladies, her attendants of her chamber,
Saw her abed, and in the morning early
They found the bed untreasured of their mistress.
||My lord, the roynish
clown, at whom so oft
Your grace was wont to laugh, is also missing.
Hisperia, the princess' gentlewoman,
Confesses that she secretly o'erheard
Your daughter and her cousin much commend
The parts and graces of the wrestler
That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles;
And she believes, wherever they are gone,
That youth is surely in their company.
||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,
And let not search and inquisition quail
To bring again these foolish runaways.
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Act III, Scene 3 The Forest
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Act III, Scene 4 The Forest
Act I, Scene 2 Lawn Before the Duke's Palace
Act III, Scene 5 Another Part of the Forest
Act I, Scene 3 A room in the Palace
Act IV, Scene 1 The Forest
Act II, Scene 1 The Forest of Arden/Act II, Scene 2 A room in the Palace
Act IV, Scene 2 The Forest/Act IV, Scene 3 The Forest
Act II, Scene 3 Before Oliver's House
Act V, Scene 1 The Forest
Act II, Scene 4 The Forest of Arden
Act V, Scene 2 The Forest
Act II, Scene 5 The Forest
Act V, Scene 3 The Forest
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