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The Forest of Arden.
[Enter DUKE SENIOR, AMIENS, and two or three Lords, like foresters]
DUKE SENIOR
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Now my | co-mates and broth|ers in / exile:
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Hath not | old^cust|om made | this life | more*
sweet
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Than that | of paint|ed pomp?| Are not | these
woods
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More free | from per|il than | the env|ious
court?
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Here* feel | we but the | penal|ty of | Adam,
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The seas|ons' diffe|rence, as | the ic|y fang
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And churl|ish chid|ing of | the wint|er's wind,
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Which, when it | bites and | blows u|pon my |
body
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Even till | I shrink | with cold,| I smile,| and
say
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This is / no flat|tery: these | are couns|ellors
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That feel|ingly | persuade | me what | I am:
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Sweet are | the us|es of | advers|ity
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Which^like | the toad,| ugly | and ven|omous,
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Wears yet a prec|ious jew|el in | his head:
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And this | our life | exempt | from pub|lic
haunt,
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Finds tongues in trees,| books in | the run|ning
brooks,
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Sermons | in stones,| and good | in eve|rything.
AMIENS
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I would / not change | it, hap|py is | your grace
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That can trans|late the | stubborn|ness of |
fortune
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Into | so qui|et and | so sweet | a style.
DUKE SENIOR
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Come, shall | we go | and kill | us ven|ison?
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And yet | it irks | me the / poor dap|pled fools
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Being nat|ive burg|hers of this | desert | city,
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Should in their | own confines | with fork|ed
heads
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Have their | round haunches gored.
FIRST LORD
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Indeed | my lord
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The mel|anchol|y Jaqu|es grieves | at that,
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And, in | that kind,| swears you | do more |
usurp
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Than doth | your broth|er that | hath ban|ished
you:
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Today | my Lord | of Am|iens, and | myself,
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Did steal | behind | him as | he lay | along
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Under | an oak,| whose ant|ique^root | peeps^out
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Upon | the brook | that brawls | along | this
wood,
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To the / which place | a poor | seques|tered stag
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That from | the hunt|er's aim | had tane | a
hurt,
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Did come | to lang|uish; and | indeed,| my lord,
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The wretch|ed an|imal heaved | forth such groans
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That their | discharge | did stretch | his
leath|ern coat
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Almost to | bursting,| and the | big round tears
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Coursed one anoth|er down | his in|nocent nose
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In pit|eous chase:| and thus | the hair|y fool,
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Much marked / of the | melan|choly | Jaques,
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Stood on the | extrem|est verge | of the / swift
brook,
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Augmen|ting it | with tears.
DUKE SENIOR
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But what | said Jaques?
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Did he | not mor|alize | this spec|tacle?
FIRST LORD
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O yes,| into | a thous|and sim|iles.
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First, for | his weep|ing in|to the need|less
stream;
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Poor* deer | quoth^he,| thou makst | a test|ament
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As world|lings do,| giving | thy sum | of more
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To that | which had | too* much:| then being |
there alone,
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Left and | aban|doned of | his vel|vet friend;
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'Tis right | quoth^he,| thus mis|ery | doth part
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The flux | of comp|any: anon | a care|less herd
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Full of | the past|ure, jumps | along | by him
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And never | stays to | greet him:| Aye quoth
Jaques,
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Sweep^on | you fat | and greas|y cit|izens,
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'Tis just | the fash|ion; where|fore do | you
look
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Upon | that poor | and brok|en bank|rupt^there?
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Thus most | invect|ively | he pierc|eth through
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The bo|dy of | the count|ry, cit|y, court,
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Yea, and | of this | our life,| swearing | that
we
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Are mere | usur|pers, ty|rants, and |
what's^worse,
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To fright | the an|imals,| and to kill | them up
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In their | assigned | and nat|ive
dwel|ling-place.
DUKE SENIOR
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And did | you leave | him in this |
contem|plation?
SECOND LORD
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We did | my lord,| weeping | and com|menting
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Upon | the sob|bing deer.
DUKE SENIOR
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Show me | the place,
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I love | to cope | him in | these sul|len fits,
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For then | he's full | of matter.
FIRST LORD
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I'll bring | you to | him straight. (tri
with prev)
[Exeunt]