Buy thou the cottage, pafture, and the flock, Cor. Affuredly the thing is to be fold; And buy it with your gold right fuddenly. No enemy? But winter and rough weather. Jaq. More, more, I pr'ythee, more. [Exeunt Ami. It will make you melancholy, Monfieur Jaques. Jaq. I thank it; more, I pr'ythee, more; I can fuck melancholy out of a fong, as a weazel fucks eggs: more, I pr'ythee, more. Ami. My voice is rugged, I know I cannot please you. Jaq. I do not defire you to please me, I do defire you to fing; come, come, another ftanzo: call you 'em ftanzo's ? Ami. What you will, Monfieur Jaques. Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names, they owe me nothing. Will you fing? Ami. More at your requeft, than to please my self. Jaq. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you; but that they call compliment is like th' encounter of two dog-apes. And when a man thanks me heartily, methinks I have given him a penny, and he renders me the beggarly thanks. Come, fing; and you that will not, hold your tongues t Ami. Well, I'll end the fong. Sirs, cover the while; the C 2 Duke Duke will dine under this tree; he hath been all this day to look you. Faq. And I have been all this day to avoid him. He is too difputable for my company: I think of as many matters as he, but I give heav'n thanks, and make no boaft of them. Come, warble, come." SO N G. Who doth ambition fhun, And pleas'd with what he gets; Come bitber, come hither, come bitber; No enemy, But winter and rough weather. Jaq. I'll give you a verfe to this note, that I made yefterday in defpight of my invention. Ami. And I'll fing it. Jaq. Thus it goes. If it do come to pass, That any man turn afs; Leaving bis wealth and cafe, `Duc ad me, duc ad me, duc ad n Here fhall be fee Gross fools as be, An if he will come to me. Ami. What's that duc ad me? mei Jag. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle. I'll go fleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail againft all the firft-born of Egypt. Ami. And I'll go feek the Duke: his banquet is pre par'd. [Exeunt. SCENE VI. Enter Orlando and Adam. Adam. Dear mafter, I can go no further; O, I die for food! here lye I down, and meafure out my grave. Farewel, kind mafter. Orla. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee? live a little, comfort a little, cheer thy felf a little. If this uncouth foreft yield any thing favage, 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 fomething to eat, I'll give thee leave to die. But if thou dieft before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well faid, thou look'ft cheerly. And I'll be with thee quickly; yet thou lyeft in the bleak air. Come, I will bear thee to fome helter, and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this defart. Cheerly, good Adam. [Exeunt. [A table set out SCENE VII. Enter Duke Sen, and Lords. 1 Lord. My Lord, he is but even now gone hence, Here was he merry, hearing of a song. Duke Sen. If he, compact of jars, grow mufical, 1 Lord. He faves my labour by his own approach. Duke Sen. Why how now, Monfieur, what a life is this, That your poor friends must woo your company? What? you look merrily. Jaq. A fool, a fool; I met a fool i'th' foreft, A motley fool, a miserable varlet, As I do live by food, I met a fool, Who laid him down and bafk'd him in the fun, In good fet terms, and yet a motley fool. Good morrow, fool, quoth I: No, Sir, quoth he, Thus may we fee, quoth he, how the world wags; C 3 And And fo from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, Faq. O worthy fool! one that hath been a courtier, They have the gift to know it: and in his brain, Duke Sen. Thou shalt have one. Jaq. It is my only fuit; Provided that you weed your better judgments To fpeak my mind, and I will through and through If they will patiently receive my medicine. Duke Sen. Fie on thee, I can tell what thou wouldst do. Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do but good? Duke Sen, Moft mischievous foul fin, in chiding fin: For For thou thy felf haft been a libertine, That fays his bravery is not on my coft There then; how then? let me then fee wherein Enter Orlando, with bis fword drawn. Orla. Forbear, and eat no more. Jaq. Why, I have eat none yet. Orla. Nor fhalt not, 'till neceffity be serv'd. Jaq. Of what kind fhould this cock come? Duke Sen. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy diftrefs? Or elfe a rude defpifer of good manners, That in civility thou feem'ft fo empty? Orla. You touch'd my vein at firft; the thorny point Of smooth civility; yet am I in-land bred, Be answered with reason, I muft die. Duke |