And wherefore are you gentle, ftrong, and valiant? * The boney prizer of the humorous † Duke? O what a world is this, when what is comely When Adam counfels him to fly from the perfecution of his cruel brother, his answer expreffes a noble and virtuous acquiefcence in any state of mifery or danger, rather than fubmit to fupport himself by base or dishonest means : Orlando. What, would'ft thou have me and beg my food? There is a charming glow of affection, gratitude, and fpirit, in the reply made by Adam; with a pleafing defcription of the virtue and fobriety of the antient Peafantry of England; and the difference of manners and morals between thofe times and the more modern ones, is well remarked upon. Adam. But do not fo-I have five hundred crowns, Hot and rebellous liquors in my blood; • Wreßler, † For bumorfome. For eftranged. Nor Nor did I with unbashful forehead woo Orlando. Oh! good old man, how well in thee appeare The nature and follies of love are here extremely 'well defcribed, between the several speakers. Silvius. O Corin, that thou kneweft how I do love her! Corin. I partly guess; for I have loved, ere now. Haft thou been drawn to by thy fantasy ? Corin. Into a thousand that I have forgotten. Cicero fays, A well-spent youth forebodes an bealthy age. That That ever love did make thee run into ; Or if thou haft not fate, as I do now, Or if thou haft not broke from company, O Phebe! Phebe ! Phebe ! [Exit.] Rofalind. Alas, poor fhepherd! Searching of thy wound, I have, by hard adventure, found my own. Touchstone. And I mine. I remember, when I was in love, I broke my fword upon a ftone, and bid him take that for coming a-nights to Jane Smile; and I remember the kiffing of her batlet and the cow's dugs that her pretty chopt hands had milked; and remember the wooing a peafcod instead of her, from whom I took two peas, and giving her them again, faid, with weeping tears, Wear these 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. There is a very pretty poem on the fame fubject, and which feems to have taken its hint from this paffage in Shakespeare, though the inftances are different and more in number, written by Mifs Aikin, among a collection of her's lately published, which I would infert here, but that I fuppofe every reader of taste must be in poffeffion of a work which fo well deferves a place in the most select libraries; as doing equal honour to literature, and her fex. (See page 66, of her Poems.) SCENE V. The common or modern modes of civility are well enough ridiculed, here; which, however, does not by any means reprove the fond expreffions of affection, or the warm returns of gratitude. Jaques. Well, then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you ; but that they call compliments, is like the encounter of two dogapes. And when a man thanks me heartily, methinks I have giyen him a penny, and he renders me the beggarly thanks for it. • Or Beatle, a fort of mallet, which wash-women beat the dirt out of coarse linens with, in a pond or ftream. + Merial, for abounding. Johnson, In the fame place, the melancholy Jaques, as he is characterized, though he be of a gloomy and unfociable complexion himself, describes a character in one word, that, in my opinion, is ftill more unqualified for the converse of the world than his own. When he is told that the Duke has been all the day to look for him, he replies, And I have been all this day to avoid him. He is too difputable for my company. I think of as many matters as he; but I give heaven thanks, and make no boast of them . There is fomething extremely pathetic and affecting in this fhort fcene between Orlando and Adam, on their pilgrimage. Adam. Dear mafter, I can go no further. O, I die for food! Here lie I down, and measure out my grave. Farewell, kind master! Orlando. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee? live a little; comfort a little; chear thyself a little. If this uncouth foreft yield any thing favage, I will be either food for it, or bring it for food to thee. Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers. For my fake, be comfortablet; hold death a-while at the arm's end. I will be here with thee presently; and if I bring thee not fomething to eat, I'll give thee leave to die; but if thou diest before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well faid-thou lookeft cheerly; and I'll be with you quickly. Yet thou lieft in the bleak air. Come, I will bear thee to fome fhelter, and thou fhall not die for the lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this defert. Cheerly, good Adam. SCENE VII. Trite obfervations and common-place morals are well exposed here : Jaques. As I do live by food, I met a fool, others. Who laid him down, and bafk'd him in the fun, And railed on lady Fortune in good terms. For difputatious. -- That is, I enjoy my own reflections, but force not my thoughts or opinions upon + For comforted. In good fet terms-and yet a motley fool. wags: Jaques. A worthy fool! one that hath been a courtier, They have the gift to know i-And in his brain, After a voyage, he hath ftrange places crammed In mangled forms. In the fame scene there is a good defence made for general fatire. Jaques, being accused of flander, Why who cries out on pride, fays, That can therein tax any private party? Or what is he of bafeft function, That fays, his bravery is not on my cost, Thinking that I mean him, but therein suits His fully to the metal of my fpeech? There then; how then? what then? let me fee wherein My tongue hath wronged; for, if it do him right, Then he bath auronged himself; if he be free, Why then my taxing, like a wild goo e, flies, Unclaim' of any man. See the last remark on Scene IV. A&t I. of this Play. SCENE |