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court, and no lefs beloved of her uncle than his own daughter; and never two ladies loved as they do.

OLI. Where will the old duke live?

CHA, They fay, he is already in the foreft of Arden,3 and a many merry men with him; and there they live like the old Kobin Hood of England: they fay, many young gentlemen flock to him every day; and fleet the time carelessly, as they did in the golden world.

OLI. What, you wrestle to-morrow before the new duke?

CHA. Marry, do I, fir; and I came to acquaint you with a matter. I am given, fir, fecretly to understand, that your younger brother, Orlando, hath a difpofition to come in difguis'd againft me to try a fall: To-morrow, fir, I wrestle for my credit; and he that escapes me without fome broken limb, fhall acquit him well. Your brother is but young, and tender; and, for your love, I would be loath to foil him, as I muft, for my own honour, if he come in: therefore, out of my love to you, I came hither to acquaint you withal; that either you might ftay. him from his intendment, or brook fuch difgrace well as he shall run into; in that it is a thing of his own search, and altogether against my will.

3 in the foreft of Arden,] Ardenne is a foreft of confiderable extent in French Flanders, lying near the Meufe, and between Charlemont and Rocroy. It is mentioned by Spenfer, in his Colin Clout's come home again, 1595:

"Into a foreft wide and wafte he came,

"Where ftore he heard to be of favage prey;

"So wide a foreft, and fo wafte as this,

"Not famous Ardeyn, nor foul Arlo is."

But our author was furnished with the fcene of his play by
Lodge's Novel. MALONE.


OLI. Charles, I thank thee for thy love to me, which thou fhalt find I will moft kindly requite. I had myself notice of my brother's purpose herein, and have by underhand means laboured to diffuade him from it; but he is resolute. I'll tell thee, Charles, it is the ftubborneft young fellow of France; full of ambition, an envious emulator of every man's good parts, a fecret and villainous contriver against me his natural brother; therefore use thy difcretion; I had as lief thou didft break his neck as his finger: And thou wert beft look to't; for if thou doft him any flight difgrace, or if he do not mightily grace himself on thee, he will practife against thee by poifon, entrap thee by fome treacherous device, and never leave thee till he hath ta'en thy life by some indirect means or other: for, I affure thee, and almoft with tears I speak it, there is not one fo young and fo villainous this day living. I fpeak but brotherly of him; but should I anatomize him to thee as he is, I must blush and weep, and thou must look pale and wonder.

CHA. I am heartily glad I came hither to you: If he come to-morrow, I'll give him his payment: If ever he go alone again, I'll never wreftle for prize more: And fo, God keep your worship!


OLI. Farewell good Charles.-Now will I ftir this gamefter: 4 I hope, I fhall fee an end of him; for my foul, yet I know not why, hates nothing

4 this gamefter:] Gamefter, in the prefent inftance, and fome others, does not fignify a man viciously addicted to games of chance, but a frolickfome perfon. Thus, in King Henry VIII:

"You are a merry gamefter, my lord Sands."


more than he. Yet he's gentle; never fchool'd, and yet learned; full of noble device; of all forts$ enchantingly beloved; and, indeed, fo much in the heart of the world, and especially of my own people, who beft know him, that I am altogether mifprised: but it fhall not be fo long; this wrestler fhall clear all: nothing remains, but that I kindle the boy thither," which now I'll go about. [Exit.


A Lawn before the Duke's Palace.


CEL. I pray thee, Rofalind, fweet my coz, be merry.

Ros. Dear Celia, I fhow more mirth than I am mistress of; and would you yet I were merrier? 7 Unless you could teach me to forget a banished father, you must not learn me how to remember any extraordinary pleasure.

CEL. Herein, I fee, thou loveft me not with the full weight that I love thee: if my uncle, thy banished father, had banished thy uncle, the duke my father, fo thou hadst been ftill with me, I could

of all forts-] Sorts, in this place, means ranks and degrees of men. RITSON.

6 kindle the boy thither,] A fimilar phrase occurs in Macbeth, A& I. fc. iii:


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enkindle you unto the crown." STEEVENS.

•I were merrier?] I, which was inadvertently omitted in the old copy, was inferted by Mr. Pope. MALONE.

have taught my love to take thy father for mine; fo would'st thou, if the truth of thy love to me were fo righteously temper'd as mine is to thee.

Ros. Well, I will forget the condition of my eftate, to rejoice in yours.

CEL. You know, my father hath no child but I, nor none is like to have; and, truly, when he dies, thou fhalt be his heir: for what he hath taken away from thy father perforce, I will render thee again in affection; by mine honour, I will; and when I break that oath, let me turn monfter: therefore, my fweet Rofe, my dear Rofe, be merry.

Ros. From henceforth I will, coz, and devife fports: let me fee; What think you of falling in love?

CEL. Marry, I pr'ythee, do, to make sport withal: but love no man in good earneft; nor no further in fport neither, than with safety of a pure blush thou may'st in honour come off again.

Ros. What shall be our sport then?

CEL. Let us fit and mock the good housewife, Fortune, from her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be bestowed equally.

Ros. I would, we could do fo; for her benefits

mock the good housewife, Fortune, from her wheel,] The wheel of Fortune is not the wheel of a housewife. Shakspeare has confounded Fortune, whose wheel only figures uncertainty and viciffitude, with the destiny that fpins the thread of life, though not indeed with a wheel. JOHNSON.

Shakspeare is very fond of this idea. He has the fame in Antony and Cleopatra:

and rail fo high,

"That the falfe housewife, Fortune, break her wheel."


are mightily misplaced: and the bountiful blind woman doth most mistake in her gifts to women.

CEL. 'Tis true: for those, that she makes fair, she scarce makes honeft; and those, that the makes honeft, fhe makes very ill-favour'dly.

Ros. Nay, now thou goeft from fortune's office to nature's fortune reigns in gifts of the world, not in the lineaments of nature.


CEL. No? When nature hath made a fair creature, may the not by fortune fall into the fire?— Though nature hath given us wit to flout at fortune, hath not fortune fent in this fool to cut off the argument?

Ros. Indeed, there is fortune too hard for nature; when fortune makes nature's natural the cutter off of nature's wit.

CEL. Peradventure, this is not fortune's work neither, but nature's; who perceiving our natural wits too dull to reason of such goddeffes, hath fent this natural for our whetstone:9 for always the dulnefs of the fool is the whetftone of his wits.-How now, wit? whither wander you?

TOUCH. Mistress, you must come away to your father.

CEL. Were you made the meffenger?

TOUCH. No, by mine honour; but I was bid to come for you.

who perceiving our natural wits too dull to reafon of fuch goddeffes, hath fent &c.] The old copy reads perceiveth- Mr. Malone retains the old reading, but adds"and hath fent," &c. STEEvens.

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