Rof. Well, this is the Foreft of Arden.

Clown. Ay, now am I in Arden, the more Fool I, when I was at home I was in a better place; but Travellers must be content.

Enter Corih and Silvius.

Rof. Ay, be fo, good Touchstone; look you who comes here, a young Man and an old, in folemn talk.

Cor. That is the way to make her fcorn you ftill.
Sil. O Corin, that thou knew'ft how I do love her.
Cor. I partly guefs, for I have lov'd e'er now.
Sil. No Corin, being old, thou can'st not guess,
Tho' in thy Youth thou waft as true a Lover,
As ever figh'd upon a Midnight Pillow;
But if thy Love were ever like to mine,
As fure I think did never Man love fo;
How many Actions most ridiculous
Haft thou been drawn to by thy Fantafie?
Cor. Into a thoufand that I have forgotten.
Sil. Oh thou didft then ne'er love fo heartily;
If thou remembreft not the flighted Folly
That ever Love did make thee run into,
Thou haft not lov'd;

Or if thou haft not fate as I do now,
Wearying thy Hearer in thy Mistress Praife,
Thou haft not lov'd.

Or if thou haft not broke from Company,
Abruptly as my Paffion now makes me,
Thou haft not lov'd.

O Phebe, Phebe, Phebe.

[Exit Sil.

Rof. Alas poor Shepherd! fearching of thy Wound, I have by hard Adventure found my own.

Clo. And I mine; I remember when I was in Love, I broke my Sword upon a Stone, and bid him take that for coming a Nights to Jane Smile; and I remember the Kiffing of her Batlet, and the Cow's Dugs that her pretty chopt Hands had milk'd; and I remember the wooing of a Peafcod instead of her, from whom I took two Cods, and giving her them again, faid with weeping Tears, wear these for my fake; we that are true Lovers run into ftrange Ca pers; but all is Mortal in Nature, fo is all Nature in Love, mortal to Folly.

Rof.

Rof. Thou fpeak'st wiser than thou art ware of.

Glo. Nay, I fhall ne'er be ware of mine own Wit, 'till I break my Shins against it.

Rof. Fove! Fove! this Shepherd's Paffion

Is much upon my Fashion.

Clo. And mine, but it grows fomething ftale with me. Cel. I pray you, one of you queftion yond Man, If he for Gold will give us any Food,

I faint almoft to Death.

Clo. Holla; you Clown.

Rof. Peace Fool, he's not thy Kinfman.
Cor. Who calls?

Clo. Your Betters, Sir.

Cor. Elfe they are wretched,

Rof. Peace I fay; good Even to you, Friend.
Cor. And to you, gentle Sir, and to you all.
Rof. I prethee, Shepherd, if that Love or Gold
Can in this defert Place buy Entertainment;

Bring us where we may reft our felves, and feed;
Here's a young Maid with Travel much oppreffed,
And faints for Succour.

Cor. Fair Sir, I pity her,

And wish for her fake, more than for mine own,
My Fortunes were more able to relieve her;
But I am a Shepherd to another Man,

And do not fheer the Fleeces that I

graze;

My Mafter is of churlish Difpofition.
And little wreaks to find the way to Heav'n
By doing Deeds of Hofpitality:

Befides, his Coat, his Flocks, and Bounds of feed
Are now on Sale, and at our Sheep-coat now,
By reafon of his abfence, there is nothing
That you will feed on ; but what is, come fee,
And in my Voice moft welcome shall you be.

Rof. What is he that fhall buy his Flock and Pafture? Cor. That young Swain that you faw here but e'er while.. That little cares for buying any thing.

Rof. I pray thee, if it ftand with Honefty, Buy thou the Cottage, Pafture, and the Flock, And thou shalt have to pay for it of us.

Cel.

Cel. And we will mend thy Wages;
I like this place, and willingly could
Wafte my time in it.

Cor. Affuredly the thing is to be fold;
Go with me, if you like upon Report,
The Soil, the Profit, and this kind of Life,
I will your very faithful Feeder be,
And buy it with your Gold right fuddenly.

Jaq. More, more, I prethee, more,

[Exeunt.

Ami. It will make you melancholy, Mounfieur Jaques. Jaq. I thank it; more, I prethee, more,

I can fuck Melancholy out of a Song,

As a Weazel fucks Eggs: More, I prethee, more.

Ami. My Voice is rugged, I know I cannot please you. Jaq. I do not defire you to pleafe me,

I do defire you to fing;

Come, come, another Stanzo: Call you 'em Stanzo's?
Ami. What you will, Mounfieur Jaques.

Jaq. Nay, I care not for your Names, they owe me ncthing. Will you fing?

Ami. More at your requeft, than to please my felf.

Jaq. Well then, if ever I thank any Man, I'll thank you; but that they call Complement is like th' Encounter of two Dog-Apes. And when a Man thanks me heartily, mthinks I have given him a Penny, and he renders me the beggarly Thanks. Come fing, and you that will not, hold your Tongues.

Ami. Well, I'll end the Song. Sirs, cover the while i the 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.

SONG.

Who doth Ambition fun

And loves to lye i'th' Sun,
Seeking the Food he eats,

And pleas'd with what he gets;
Come hither, come hither, come hither ;
Here fhall you fee, no Enemy,

But Winter and rough Weather.

Jaq. I'll give you a Verfe to this Note, That I made yesterday in defpight of

Ami. And I'll fing it.

Jaq. Thus it goes.

If it do come to pass,

my

That any Man turn Ass;
Leaving his Wealth and Eafe,.
A ftubborn Will to please,

Ducdame, Ducdame, Ducdame;

Invention.

Here fhall be fee, grofs Fools as he,
And if he will come to me.

Ami. What's that Ducdame?

Faq. 'Tis a Greek Invocation, to call Fools into a Circle. I'll go fleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail against all the Firstborn of Egypt.

Ami. And I'll go feek the Duke,

His Banquet is prepar'd.

SCENE VI.

Enter Orlando and Adam.

Adam. Dear Mafter, I can go no further;

OI die for Food! Here lye 1 down,

[Exeunt

And

And measure out my Grave. Farewel, kind Master.
Orl. 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 Savage,

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 prefently,
And if I bring thee not fomething to eat,

I will 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 lieft
In the bleak Air. Come, I will bear thee
To fome Shelter, and thou fhalt not die
For lack of a Dinner;

If there live any thing in this Defart.
Cheerly, good Adam.

SCENE VII.

Enter Duke Sen. and Lords.

[Exeunt.

[ATable Set out

Duke Sen. I think he be transform'd into a Beast,

For I can no where find him like a Man.

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,
We shall have shortly Difcord in the Spheres
Go feek him, tell him I would fpeak with him.
Enter Jaques.

I Lord. He faves my Labour by his own approach.
Duke Sen. Why how now, Monfieur, what a Life is this,
That your poor Friends muft woo your Company?

What, you look merrily.

Jag. A Fool, a Fool, I met a Fool i' th' Foreft,

A motley Fool; a miferable World!

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 fet terms, and yet a motley Fool.
Good morrow, Fool, quoth I: No, Sir, quoth he,,

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