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Here was he merry, hearing of a fong."
Duke Sen. If he, compact of jars, grow mufical,
We lhall have shortly difcord in the spheres:
Go, seek him; tell him, I would speak with him.
ST 1 Lord. He faves my labour by his own approach.
Duke Sen, Why, how now, Monsieur, what a life is this, That your poor friends muft woo your company What! you look merrily,
T Jaq. A fool, a fool; -I met a fool i'ch' forest,
: A motley fool; a miserable world!
As I do live by food, I mei, 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, Şir, quoth he,
Call me not fool, 'till heaven hath sent
And then he drew a dial from his poke,, itt
And looking on it with lack-luftre eye,
Says, very wilely, it is ten a clock: . ;
we see, quoth' he, how the world, wags :
'Tis but an hour ago since it was niné,
And after one hour more 'twill be eleven;
And so fiom 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 intermiffion,
An hour by his dial. O noble fool,
A worthy fool! motley's the only wear.
Duke Sen. What fool is this?
Faq. 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
With observacion, the which he vents
la mangled forms. O that I were a fool!
I am ambitious for a motley coat.
Duke Sent. Thou shalt have one.
Jaq. It is my only suit ; Provided, that you weed your better judgments Of all opinion, that grows rank in them, That I am wise. I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please, for so fools have; And they that are molt gauled with my folly, They most mult laugh: And why, Sir, mult they fo? The why is plain, as way to parish church; (12) He, whom a fool doth very wisely hit, Doth very foolithly, although he smart, Not to seem senseless of the bob. If not, The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd Even by the fquandring glances of a fool, Inveft me in my motley, give me leave To speak my mind, and I will through and through Cleanse the foal body of th' infected world, In they will patiently receive my medicine. Duke Sen. Fy on thee! I can tell what thou wouldit door
Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do but good ? Duke Sen. Most mischievous foul sin, in.chiding fin: For thou thyself haft been a libertine, As sensual as the brutish iting itself; And all th' embossed fores and headed evils, That thou with licence of free foot hast caught, Would't thou disgorge into the general world.
Jag. Why, who cries out on pride, That can therein tax, any private party?
ji Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea, 'Till that the very very means do ebb? What woman in the city do I name, (12) He, whom a fool doto very wisely bity Dotb
very forlishly, although be Smart
Seem senfeless of the bob. If not, &c.] Besides that the ibisd verse is defective one whole foor in measure, the tenour of what Jaquescontinues to say, and the reasoning of the passage, thew'it is no less defective in the sense. There is no doubt, but the two little monos Syllables, which I have fupply'd, were either by accident wanting it', the Manuscript copy, or by inadvertence were left out at p.es. 1
When that I say, the city.woman bears
The cost of Princes on unworthy fhoulders
Who can come in, and say, that i mean her;
When such a one'as fhe, such is her neighbour?
Or what is he of baseft function,
Tha: fays, his bravery is not on my costs
Thinking, that I mean him; but therein sutes
His folly to the metal of my speech?
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 goofe fies
Unclaim'd of any man.
But who comes here?
Enter Orlando, with word drawn.
Orla. Forbear, and eat no more.
Jaq. Why, I have eat none yet.
Orla. Nor shalt 'not, 'till neceslity be ferv'd.
Jaq. Of what kind should this cock come of?
Duke Sen. Art thou thus bolden'd, mas, by thy diftress :
Or elle a rude defpiser of good manners,
That in civility thou seem'it so empty?
Orla.. You touch'd my vein at first; the thorny point, Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the few Of smooth civility; yet am I in-land bred, And know fome nurture : But forbear, I say : He dies, that touches any of this fruit, Till I and my affairs
are answered. Jag: If you will not Be answered with reason, I must die.
Duke Sen. What would you have your gentleness small: More than your fo:ce move us to gentleness. [force,
Orla. I almoit die for food, and let me have it.
Duke Sen. Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table.
Orla. Speak you fo gently? pardon me, I pray you ;.
I thought, that all things had been favage here;
And therefore put I on the countenance
Of lern commandment. But whate'er you are,
That in this desert inaccessible,
Under the shade of melancholy boughs,
Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time;
If ever you have look'd on better days;
If ever been here bells have knollid to church;
If ever fate at any good man's feast ;-
If ever from your eyelids wip'd a tear,
And know what 'tis to pity, and be pitied;
Let gentlenels my ftrong enforcement be,
In the which hope I blush, and hide my sword.
Duke Sén. True is it, that we have seen bester days ;:
And have with holy bell been knolld to church;
And sate at good men's feasts, and wip'd our eyes
Of drops, that sacred pity hath engender'd:..
And therefore fit you down in gentleness,
And take upon command what help we have,
That to your wanting may be ministred.
Orla. Then but forbear your food a little while,
Whiles, like a doe, I go to find my fawn,
And give it food. There is an old poor man,.-
Who after me hath many a weary ftep
Limp'd in pure love; 'till he be first fuffic'd,
Oppressd with two weak evils age and hunger,
I will not touch a bit.
Duke Sen.. Go find him out, .
And we will nothing waste 'till you return.
Orla. I thank ye; and be bless'd for your good com-
Duke Sen. Thou seest, we are not all alone unhappy :-
This wide and universal theatre
Presents more woeful pageants, , than the scene:
Wherein we play in.
Jaq. All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players ;;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts:
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms :'
And then, the whining school-boy with his fatchel, .
And thining morning-face, creeping like fail
Unwillingly to school. And then, the lover;
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eye-brow. -Then, a soldiers
Full of trange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, fadden and quick in quarrel;
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then. the justice
In fair round belly, with good capon lind, y
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, 17'
Full of wife faws (1.3) and modern instances,
And so he plays his part. The fixth age shifts,
Into the lean and flipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose, and pouch on fide;
His youthful hose well fav’d, a world too wide.
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes,
And whistles in his found. : Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness, and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, fans eyes, fans taste, fans every thing.
Enter Orlando, with Adam.
Duke Sen. Welcome: Set down your venerable burden,
And let him feed.
Orla. I thank you most for him,
Adam. So had you need,
I scarce can speak to thank you for myself,
Duke. Sen. Welcome, fall to: I will not trouble-you,
As yet to question you about your fortunes.
Give us some mufick; and, good cousin, fing.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not feen,
Altho' thy breath be rude. (13)
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