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Here sall be see
But winter and rough weather. Jaq. I'll give you a verse to this note, that I made yesterday in despight of
If it do come to pass,
A stubborn will to please,
Here Mall be see
Gross fools as be,
An if he will come to me.
Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle. I'll go to sleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail against all the first-born of Egypt.
Ami. And I'll go seek the Duke: his banquet is prepar'd
[Exeunt, severally. S C'E N E VI.
Enter Orlando and Adam. Adam. Dear master, I can go no further ; O, I die for food! here lie I down, and measure out my grave. Farewel, kind master, (a) Duc ad me, Oxford edition.-Vulg. Ducdame ;
Orla. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee? live a little; comfort a little; cheer thyself a little. If this uncouth Forest yield any thing lavage, I will either be food for it, or bring it for food to thee: thy conceit is nearer death, than thy powers, For my fake be comfortable, hold death a while at the arm's end: I will be here with thee presently, and if I bring thee not something to eat, I'll give thee leave to die. But if thou dieft before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well said, thou look'st cheerly. And I'll be with thee quickly; yet thou liest in the bleak air. Come, I will bear thee to fome shelter, and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this Defart. Cheerly, good Adam.
Enter Duke Sen. and Lords. [ A Table set out Duke Sen. I think, he is transform'd into a beast, For I can no where find him like a man.
Lord. My Lord, he is but even now gone
Duke Sen. If he, compact of jars, grow musical,
Enter Jaques. i Lord He faves my labour by his own ap
Faq. A fool, a fool;- I met a fool i' th' forest, 3 A motley fool; a miserable varlet ! As I do live by food, I met a fool, Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun, And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms, and yet a motley fool. • Good-morrow, fool, quoth I: No, Sir, quoth he, • Call me not fool, till heaven hath sent me fortune; " And then he drew a dial from his poak, • And looking on it with lack-lustre eye,
Says, very wisely, it is ten a clock: • Thus may we see, quoth he, how the world wags:
'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine,
And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; « And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, < And then from hour to hour we rot and rot, " And thereby hangs a tale.' When I did hear The motley fool thus moral on the time, My lungs began to crow like chanticleer, That fools should be so deep contemplative : And I did laugh, fans intermission, An hour by his dial. O noble fool, A worthy fool! motley's the only wear.
Duke Sen. What fool is this?
Jaq. “O worthy fool! one that hath been a Courtier, “And says, if ladies be but young and fair,
They have the gift to know it: and in his brain, " Which is as dry as the remainder bisket “ After a voyage, he hath strange places cram'd
3 A motley fool; a miserable WORLD!] What! because he met a motley fool, was it therefore a miserable world? This is fadly blundered ; we fould read,
a miserable VARLET. His head is altogether running on this fool, both before and after these words, and here he calls him a miserable varlet, notwithftanding he railed on lady fortune in good terms, &c. Nor is the change we make fo great as appears at first fight.
s With observation, the which he vents
Duke Sen. Thou shalt have one.
Jag. It is my only fuit;
They most must laugh: and, why, Sir, must they fo?
Duke Sen. Most mischievous foul fin, in chiding sin:
Jaq. “ Why, who cries out on pride,
4. Seem fenfeless of the bob.] Both the measure and the
" 'Till that the very very means do ebb? " What woman in the city do I name, " When that I say, the city-woman bears 6. The cost of Princes on unworthy shoulders ? " Who can come in, and say, that I mean her ; " When such a one as she, such is her neighbour ? “ Or what is he of baseft function, " That says, his bravery is not on my coft ;
Thinking, that I mean him; but therein sutes “ His folly to the metal of my speech? 66 There then ; how then? what then? let me see
" wherein « My tongue hath wrong’d him; if it do him right, « Then he hath wrong'd himself; if he be free, “ Why, then my taxing, like a wild goose, flies 66 Unclaim’d of any man.
But who comes here?
SCEN E VIII.
Enter Orlando, with Sword drawn, Orla. Forbear, and eat no more. Jaq. Why, I have eat none yet. Orla. Nor lhalt thou, 'till necessity be serv'd. Faq. Of what kind should this Cock come of? Duke Sen. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy
distress? Or elle a rude despiser of good manners, That in civility thou seem'ft so empty? Orla. You touch'd my vein at first; the thorny
Jag. If you will not