Shall we be funder'd? fhall we part, fweet girl?
No; let my father feek another heir.
Therefore devise with me, how we may fly,
Whither to go, and what to bear with us:
And do not seek to take your change upon you,
To bear your griefs yourself, and leave me out;
For, by this heaven, now at our forrows pale,
Say what thou canft, I'll go along with thee.
Ros. Why, whither fhall we go?

CEL.

To feek my uncle.*
Ros. Alas, what danger will it be to us,
Maids as we are, to travel forth fo far?
Beauty provoketh thieves fooner than gold.

CEL. I'll put myself in poor and mean attire,
And with a kind of umber fmirch my face;'
The like do you; fo fhall we pafs along,
And never ftir affailants.

Ros.

Were it not better,

Because that I am more than common tall,
That I did fuit me all points like a man?
A gallant curtle-ax upon my thigh,

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— to take your change upon you,] i. e. to take your change or reverse of fortune upon yourself, without any aid or participation. MALONE.

I have inferted this note, but without implicit confidence in the reading it explains. The fecond folio has-charge.

STEEVENS.

2 To feek my uncle.] Here the old copy adds in the foreft of Arden. But these words are an evident interpolation, without ufe, and injurious to the measure:

Why, whither hall we go?-To feek my uncle.

being a complete verfe. Befides, we have been already informed by Charles the wrestler, that the banished Duke's refidence was in the foreft of Arden. STEEVENS.

And with a kind of umber fmirch my face;] Umber is a dufky yellow-coloured earth, brought from Umbria in Italy. See a note on the umber'd fires," in King Henry V. Act III. MALONE. · curtle-ax —] or cutlace, a broad fword. JOHNSON.

A boar-fpear in my hand; and (in my heart
Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will,)
We'll have a swashing and a martial outside;
As many other mannish cowards have,

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That do outface it with their femblances.

CEL. What fhall I call thee, when thou art a man?

Ros. I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own

page,

And therefore look you call me, Ganymede.
But what will you be call'd?

CEL. Something that hath a reference to my state; No longer Celia, but Aliena.

Ros. But, coufin, what if we affay'd to steal The clownish fool out of your father's court? Would he not be a comfort to our travel?

CEL. He'll go along o'er the wide world with

me;

Leave me alone to woo him: Let's away,
And get our jewels and our wealth together;
Devife the fittest time, and fafeft way
To hide us from pursuit that will be made
After my flight: Now go we in content,"
To liberty, and not to banishment.

[Exeunt.

A fwashing outfide is an appearSwashing blow is mentioned in Henry V. the Boy fays:

As

5 We'll have afwashing, &c.] ance of noify, bullying valour. Romeo and Juliet; and, in King young as I am, I have obferved these three washers;" meaning Nym, Piftol, and Bardolph. STEEVENS.

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Now go we in content,] The old copy reads-Now go in we content. Corrected by the editor of the fecond folio. I am not fure that the tranfpofition is neceffary. Our authour might have used content as an adjective. MALONE.

Enter Duke fenior, AMIENS, and other Lords, in the drefs of Forefters.

DUKE S. Now, my co-mates, and brothers in

exíle,

Hath not old custom made this life more sweet
Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods
More free from peril than the envious court?
Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,"
The feafons' difference; as, the icy fang,
And churlish chiding of the winter's wind;
Which when it bites and blows upon my body,
Even till I fhrink with cold, I fmile, and fay,-
This is no flattery: these are counsellors
That feelingly perfuade me what I am.
Sweet are the ufes of adverfity;

Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head: 8

"Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,] The old copy reads"not the penalty". STEEVENS.

What was the penalty of Adam, hinted at by our poet? The being fenfible of the difference of the feafons. The Duke fays, the cold and effects of the winter feelingly perfuade him what he is. How does he not then feel the penalty? Doubtless, the text must be restored as I have corrected it: and it is obvious in the course of these notes, how often not and but by mistake have changed place in our author's former editions. THEOBALD.

As not has here taken the place of but, fo, in Coriolanus, A& II. fc. iii. but is printed inftead of not:

"Cor. Ay, but mine own defire.

"I Cit. How! not your own defire."

8 Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,

MALONE.

Wears yet a precious jewel in his head:] It was the current opinion in Shakspeare's time, that in the head of an old toad was

And this our life, exempt from publick haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks," Sermons in ftones, and good in every thing.

AMI. I would not change it: Happy is your grace, That can tranflate the ftubbornnefs of fortune Into fo quiet and so sweet a style.

to be found a ftone, or pearl, to which great virtues were ascribed. This ftone has been often fought, but nothing has been found more than accidental or perhaps morbid indurations of the skull.

JOHNSON.

In a book called A Green Foreft, or a Natural Hiftory, &c. by John Maplett, 1567, is the following account of this imaginary gem: "In this ftone is apparently feene verie often the verie forme of a tode, with defpotted and coloured feete, but thofe uglye and defufedly. It is available against envenoming."

Again, in Beaumont and Fletcher's Monfieur Thomas, 1639: in moft phyficians' heads,

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"There is a kind of toadftone bred."

Again, in Adrafta, or The Woman's Spleen, 1635: "Do not then forget the ftone

"In the toad, nor ferpent's bone," &c.

Pliny, in the 32d book of his Natural Hiftory, afcribes many wonderful qualities to a bone found in the right fide of a toad, but makes no mention of any gem in its head. This deficiency however is abundantly fupplied by Edward Fenton, in his Secrete Wonders of Nature, 4to. bl. 1. 1569, who fays, "That there is founde in the heades of old and great toades, a ftone which they call Borax or Stelon: it is moft commonly founde in the head of a hee toad, of power to repulfe poyfons, and that it is a most foveraigne medicine for the ftone."

Thomas Lupton, in his First Booke of Notable Things, 4to. bl. 1. bears repeated teftimony to the virtues of the "Tode-ftone, called Crapaudina." In his Seventh Booke he instructs us how to procure it; and afterwards tells us "You fhall knowe whether the Todefone be the ryght and perfect ftone or not. Holde the stone before a Tode, fo that he may fee it; and if it be a ryght and true ftone, the Tode will leape towarde it, and make as though he would snatch it . He envieth fo much that man fhould have that ftone." STEEVENS. 9 Finds tongues in trees, &c.] So, in Sidney's Arcadia, Book I:

"Thus both trees and each thing else, be the bookes to a fancie.” STEEVENS.

2 I would not change it:] Mr. Upton, not without probability, gives these words to the Duke, and makes Amiens begin-Happy is your grace. JOHNSON.

DUKE S. Come, fhall we go and kill us venifon? And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools,Being native burghers of this defert city,'Should, in their own confínes, with forked heads 4 Have their round haunches gor'd.

I LORD.

Indeed, my lord, The melancholy Jaques grieves at that;

And, in that kind, fwears you do more ufurp
Than doth your brother that hath banish'd you.
To-day, my lord of Amiens, and myself,
Did fteal behind him, as he lay along
Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out
Upon the brook that brawls along this wood:
To the which place a poor fequefter'd ftag,
That from the hunters' aim had ta'en a hurt,
Did come to languish; and, indeed, my lord,
The wretched animal heav'd forth fuch groans,

3 Native burghers of this defert city,] In Sidney's Arcadia, the deer are called the wild burges of the foreft." Again, in the 18th Song of Drayton's Polyolbion:

"Where, fearlefs of the hunt, the hart fecurely food,
"And every where walk'd free, a burgess of the wood."
STEEVENS.

A kindred expreffion is found in Lodge's Rofalynde, 1592:
"About her wond'ring stood

"The citizens o' the wood."

Our author afterwards ufes this very phrafe:

Sweep on, you fat and greafy citizens." MALONE. 4 with forked heads-] i. e. with arrows, the points of which were barbed. So, in A Mad World my Masters:

"While the broad arrow with the forked head
"Miffes," &c. STEEVENS,

"There at the foot of yonder nodding beech

"That wreathes its old fantastic roots fo high,

"His liftlefs length at noon-tide would he stretch,

"And pore upon the brook that babbles by," Gray's Elegy.

STEEVENS.