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To hide us from pursuit that will be made

After my flight. Now go [we in] content

To liberty, and not to banishment.

Exeunt.

¶

Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, and two or three Lords, like foresters.

Duke S.

Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile,

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 not the penalty of Adam,

The seasons’ 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 shrink with cold, I smile and say,

“This is no flattery: these are counsellors

That feelingly persuade me what I am.”

Sweet are the uses of adversity,

Which like the toad, ugly and venomous,

Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;

And this our life, exempt from public haunt,

Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,

Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.

Ami.

I would not change it. Happy is your Grace,