Act 2, Scene 1

The Forest of Arden.

  1. [Enter DUKE Senior, AMIENS, and other LORDS, in the dress of foresters.]
  2. Duke Senior
  3. 519 Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile,
  4. 520 Hath not old custom made this life more sweet
  5. 521 Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods
  6. 522 More free from peril than the envious court?
  7. 523 Here feel we not the penalty of Adam,—
  8. 524 The seasons' difference: as the icy fang
  9. 525 And churlish chiding of the winter's wind,
  10. 526 Which when it bites and blows upon my body,
  11. 527 Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say,
  12. 528 'This is no flattery: these are counsellors
  13. 529 That feelingly persuade me what I am.'
  14. 530 Sweet are the uses of adversity;
  15. 531 Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
  16. 532 Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;
  17. 533 And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
  18. 534 Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
  19. 535 Sermons in stones, and good in everything.
  20. 536 I would not change it.
  21. Amiens
  22. 537 Happy is your grace,
  23. 538 That can translate the stubbornness of fortune
  24. 539 Into so quiet and so sweet a style.
  25. Duke Senior
  26. 540 Come, shall we go and kill us venison?
  27. 541 And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools,
  28. 542 Being native burghers of this desert city,
  29. 543 Should, in their own confines, with forked heads
  30. 544 Have their round haunches gor'd.
  31. First Lord
  32. 545 Indeed, my lord,
  33. 546 The melancholy Jaques grieves at that;
  34. 547 And, in that kind, swears you do more usurp
  35. 548 Than doth your brother that hath banish'd you.
  36. 549 To-day my lord of Amiens and myself
  37. 550 Did steal behind him as he lay along
  38. 551 Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out
  39. 552 Upon the brook that brawls along this wood:
  40. 553 To the which place a poor sequester'd stag,
  41. 554 That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt,
  42. 555 Did come to languish; and, indeed, my lord,
  43. 556 The wretched animal heav'd forth such groans,
  44. 557 That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat
  45. 558 Almost to bursting; and the big round tears
  46. 559 Cours'd one another down his innocent nose
  47. 560 In piteous chase: and thus the hairy fool,
  48. 561 Much marked of the melancholy Jaques,
  49. 562 Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook,
  50. 563 Augmenting it with tears.
  51. Duke Senior
  52. 564 But what said Jaques?
  53. 565 Did he not moralize this spectacle?
  54. First Lord
  55. 566 O, yes, into a thousand similes.
  56. 567 First, for his weeping into the needless stream;
  57. 568 'Poor deer,' quoth he 'thou mak'st a testament
  58. 569 As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more
  59. 570 To that which had too much:' then, being there alone,
  60. 571 Left and abandoned of his velvet friends;
  61. 572 ''Tis right'; quoth he; 'thus misery doth part
  62. 573 The flux of company:' anon, a careless herd,
  63. 574 Full of the pasture, jumps along by him
  64. 575 And never stays to greet him; 'Ay,' quoth Jaques,
  65. 576 'Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens;
  66. 577 'Tis just the fashion; wherefore do you look
  67. 578 Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?'
  68. 579 Thus most invectively he pierceth through
  69. 580 The body of the country, city, court,
  70. 581 Yea, and of this our life: swearing that we
  71. 582 Are mere usurpers, tyrants, and what's worse,
  72. 583 To fright the animals, and to kill them up
  73. 584 In their assign'd and native dwelling-place.
  74. Duke Senior
  75. 585 And did you leave him in this contemplation?
  76. Second Lord
  77. 586 We did, my lord, weeping and commenting
  78. 587 Upon the sobbing deer.
  79. Duke Senior
  80. 588 Show me the place:
  81. 589 I love to cope him in these sullen fits,
  82. 590 For then he's full of matter.
  83. First Lord
  84. 591 I'll bring you to him straight.
  85. [Exeunt.]