141: _exits_] _Exits_ (in italics) Ff. 143: _ages_] _labours_ Mason conj. _At first_] _As first_ Capell conj. _Act first_ or _First_ Anon. conj. 145: _Then_] _And then_ Rowe (ed. 2). _Then there’s_ Anon. conj. 150: _pard_] _Pand_ Anon. conj. 161: _shank_] F3 F4. _shanke_ F1 F2. _shanks_ Hanmer. 167, 168: _Welcome...feed_] Printed as prose in Ff. 174: Ami.] Amiens sings. Johnson. om. Ff. 175–178: As two lines in Ff. 178: _Because_] _Beside,_ Becket conj. _Because...seen_] _Thou causest not that teen_ Hanmer. _Because the heart’s not seen_ Farmer conj. _Because thou art foreseen_ Staunton conj. _seen_] _sheen_ Warburton. 182: _Then,_] Rowe. _The_ Ff. 184–189: As four lines in Ff. 189: _remember’d_] _remembering_ Hanmer. 198: _master_] _masters_ F1. ~~~~~ ACT III. SCENE I. _A room in the palace._ _Enter_ DUKE FREDERICK, Lords, _and_ OLIVER. _Duke F._ Not see him since? Sir, sir, that cannot be: But were I not the better part made mercy, I should not seek an absent argument Of my revenge, thou present. But look to it: Find out thy brother, wheresoe’er he is; 5 Seek him with candle; bring him dead or living Within this twelvemonth, or turn thou no more To seek a living in our territory. Thy lands and all things that thou dost call thine Worth seizure do we seize into our hands, 10 Till thou canst quit thee by thy brother’s mouth Of what we think against thee. _Oli._ O that your Highness knew my heart in this! I never loved my brother in my life. _Duke F._ More villain thou. Well, push him out of doors; 15 And let my officers of such a nature Make an extent upon his house and lands: Do this expediently and turn him going. [_Exeunt._ ~~~~~ Linenotes: _As You Like It_, III, 1. SCENE I. A room...] Capell. Duke F.] Duke, F1. 1: _see_] _seen_ Singer (Collier MS.). 3: _seek_] F1. _see_ F2 F3 F4. ~~~~~ SCENE II. _The Forest._ _Enter_ ORLANDO, _with a paper_. _Orl._ Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love: And thou, thrice-crowned queen of night, survey With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above, Thy huntress’ name that my full life doth sway. O Rosalind! these trees shall be my books 5 And in their barks my thoughts I’ll character; That every eye which in this forest looks Shall see thy virtue witness’d every where. Run, run, Orlando; carve on every tree The fair, the chaste and unexpressive she. [_Exit._ 10 _Enter_ CORIN _and_ TOUCHSTONE. _Cor._ And how like you this shepherd’s life, Master Touchstone?