_First Lord._ O, yes, into a thousand similes. 45 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; 50 ‘’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; 55 ’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 60 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. _Duke S._ And did you leave him in this contemplation? _Sec. Lord._ We did, my lord, weeping and commenting 65 Upon the sobbing deer. _Duke S._ Show me the place: I love to cope him in these sullen fits, For then he’s full of matter. _First Lord._ I’ll bring you to him straight. [_Exeunt._ ~~~~~ Linenotes: _As You Like It_, II, 1. 1: _brothers_] F1. _brother_ F2 F3 F4. 5: _but_] Theobald. _not_ Ff. _yet_ Staunton conj. 6: _as_] _or_ Collier MS. _at_ Staunton conj. 18: _I would not change it._ Ami. _Happy_] Dyce (Upton conj.). Amien. _I would not change it, happy_ Ff. 31: _root_] _roote_ F1. _roope_ F2. _roop_ F3 F4. 42: _the extremest_] _th’ extremest_ Ff. 45: _into_] Ff. _in_ Pope. 49: _had_] _hath_ Singer (Collier MS.). _much_] F2 F3 F4. _must_ F1. _there_] F1. om. F2 F3 F4. 50: _friends_] Rowe. _friend_ Ff. 59: _the country_] F2 F3 F4. _countrie_ F1. _country, of_ Anon. conj. 62: _to kill_] _kill_ Collier MS. _up_] _too_ De Quincy MS. ~~~~~ SCENE II. _A room in the palace._ _Enter_ DUKE FREDERICK, _with_ Lords. _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. _First Lord._ I cannot hear of any that did see her. The ladies, her attendants of her chamber, 5 Saw her a-bed, and in the morning early They found the bed untreasured of their mistress. _Sec. Lord._ My lord, the roynish clown, at whom so oft Your Grace was wont to laugh, is also missing. Hisperia, the princess’ gentlewoman, 10 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, 15 That youth is surely in their company.