Act 2, Scene 1
The Forest of Arden.
- [Enter DUKE Senior, AMIENS, and other LORDS, in the dress of foresters.]
- Duke Senior
- 519 Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile,
- 520 Hath not old custom made this life more sweet
- 521 Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods
- 522 More free from peril than the envious court?
- 523 Here feel we not the penalty of Adam,—
- 524 The seasons' difference: as the icy fang
- 525 And churlish chiding of the winter's wind,
- 526 Which when it bites and blows upon my body,
- 527 Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say,
- 528 'This is no flattery: these are counsellors
- 529 That feelingly persuade me what I am.'
- 530 Sweet are the uses of adversity;
- 531 Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
- 532 Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;
- 533 And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
- 534 Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
- 535 Sermons in stones, and good in everything.
- 536 I would not change it.
- Amiens
- 537 Happy is your grace,
- 538 That can translate the stubbornness of fortune
- 539 Into so quiet and so sweet a style.
- Duke Senior
- 540 Come, shall we go and kill us venison?
- 541 And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools,
- 542 Being native burghers of this desert city,
- 543 Should, in their own confines, with forked heads
- 544 Have their round haunches gor'd.
- First Lord
- 545 Indeed, my lord,
- 546 The melancholy Jaques grieves at that;
- 547 And, in that kind, swears you do more usurp
- 548 Than doth your brother that hath banish'd you.
- 549 To-day my lord of Amiens and myself
- 550 Did steal behind him as he lay along
- 551 Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out
- 552 Upon the brook that brawls along this wood:
- 553 To the which place a poor sequester'd stag,
- 554 That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt,
- 555 Did come to languish; and, indeed, my lord,
- 556 The wretched animal heav'd forth such groans,
- 557 That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat
- 558 Almost to bursting; and the big round tears
- 559 Cours'd one another down his innocent nose
- 560 In piteous chase: and thus the hairy fool,
- 561 Much marked of the melancholy Jaques,
- 562 Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook,
- 563 Augmenting it with tears.
- Duke Senior
- 564 But what said Jaques?
- 565 Did he not moralize this spectacle?
- First Lord
- 566 O, yes, into a thousand similes.
- 567 First, for his weeping into the needless stream;
- 568 'Poor deer,' quoth he 'thou mak'st a testament
- 569 As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more
- 570 To that which had too much:' then, being there alone,
- 571 Left and abandoned of his velvet friends;
- 572 ''Tis right'; quoth he; 'thus misery doth part
- 573 The flux of company:' anon, a careless herd,
- 574 Full of the pasture, jumps along by him
- 575 And never stays to greet him; 'Ay,' quoth Jaques,
- 576 'Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens;
- 577 'Tis just the fashion; wherefore do you look
- 578 Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?'
- 579 Thus most invectively he pierceth through
- 580 The body of the country, city, court,
- 581 Yea, and of this our life: swearing that we
- 582 Are mere usurpers, tyrants, and what's worse,
- 583 To fright the animals, and to kill them up
- 584 In their assign'd and native dwelling-place.
- Duke Senior
- 585 And did you leave him in this contemplation?
- Second Lord
- 586 We did, my lord, weeping and commenting
- 587 Upon the sobbing deer.
- Duke Senior
- 588 Show me the place:
- 589 I love to cope him in these sullen fits,
- 590 For then he's full of matter.
- First Lord
- 591 I'll bring you to him straight.
- [Exeunt.]