Imatges de pàgina

Rof. I pray thee, if it ftand with honefty, Buy thou the cottage, pafture, and the flock, And theu fhalt have to pay for it of us.

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 foil, the profit, and this kind of life,
I will your very faithful feeder be;

And buy it with your gold right suddenly. [Exeunt.

SCENE V. Changes to a defart part of the foreft. Enter Amiens, Jaques, and others.


Under the greenwood-tree,

Who loves to lie with me,

And tune his merry note,

Unto the fweet birds throat,

Come hither, come hither, come hither!

Here fhall he fee

No enemy,

But winter and rough weather.

Jaq. More, more, I pr'ythee, more.

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 fuck's 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 request, than to please myself. Jaq. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you; but that they call compliments, is like the 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.

Ami. Well, I'll end the fong, Sirs; cover the while; the Duke will dine under this tree; he hath been all this day to look you.

Jaq. 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.


Who doth ambition fhun,

And loves to lie i' th' fun,

Seeking the food he eats,

And pleas'd with what he gets;

Come hither, come hither, come hither;

Here fhall he fee

No enemy

But winter and rough weather.

Jaq. I'll give you a veríe to this note, that I made yesterday 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 his wealth and cafe

A ftubborn will to please,

Duc ad me, duc ad me, duc ad me:

Here fhall he fee

Grofs fools as he,

An if he will come to me.

Ami. What's that Duc ad me?

Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle. I'll go to fleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail against all the firft-born of Egypt.

Ami. And I'll go feek the Duke; his banquet is prepar❜d. [Exeunt, feverally.

SCENE VI. Enter Orlando and Adam. Adam. Dear mafter, I can go no further; O, I die VOL. II.



for food! here lie I down, and measure out my grave, Farewel, kind master.

Orla. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee live a little; comfort a little; cheer thyself 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 prefently; 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 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. [Exeunt.


Enter Duke fen. and Lords.


[A table set out.

Duke fen. I think he is 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 fong.

Duke fen. If he, compact of jars, grow mufical,
We fhall have fhortly difcord in the fpheres:
Go, feek him; tell him, I would fpeak with him.

Enter Jaques.

1 Lord. He faves my labour by his own approach. Duke fen. 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' forest,
A motely fool; a miferably varlet!

As I do live by food, I met a fool,

Who laid him down and bask'd him in the fun,
And rail'd on Lady Eortune in good terms,
In good fet terms, and yet a motely fool.

Good morrow, fool, quoth I: No, Sir, quoth he, Call me not fool, till Heaven hath fent me fortune; • And

And then he drew a dial from his poak, • And looking on it with lack-luftre eye, Says, very wifely, It is ten o'clock:

• Thus may we fee, quoth he, how the world wags: "Tis but an hour ago fince it was nine,

And after one hour more 'twill be eleven;
• And fo 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 fhould be fo 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 fen. What fool is this?

Jaq." O worthy fool! one that hath been a courtier. "And fays, 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 ftrange places cramm'd "With obfervation, the which he vents

"In mangled forms.

O that I were a fool!

I am ambitious for a motley coat.
Duke fen. Thou shalt have one..
Jaq. It is my only fuit;

Provided that you weed your better judgments
Of all opinion, that grows rank in them,
That I am wife. "I must have liberty


Withal, as large a charter as the wind,

"To blow on whom I pleafe; for fo fools have; "And they that are moft galled with my folly,


They moft muft laugh. And why, Sir, muit they fo? "The why is plain, as way to parish-church; "He whom a fool doth very wifely hit, "Doth very foolishly although he finart, "Not to feem fenfelefs of the bob. "The wife man's folly is anatomiz'd "Even by the fquand'ring glances of a fool. Inveft me in my motley, give me leave

If not,

To fpeak my mind, and I will through and through Cleanfe the foul body of th' infected world,

If they will patiently receive my medicine...

Duke fen. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst do.

Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do but good? Duke fen. Molt mifchievous foul fin, in chiding fin: For thou thyfelf haft been a libertine,

As fenfual as the brutish fting itself;

And all th' emboffed fores and headed evils, That thou with licence of free foot haft caught, Wouldst thou difgorge into the general world. Jaq. "Why, who cries out on pride, "That can therein tax any private party ? "Doth it not flow as hugely as the fea, ""Till that the very very means do ebb? "What woman in the city do I name, "When that I fay, the city-woman bears "The cost of princes on unworthy fhoulders? "Who can come in, and fay, that I mean her; "When fuch a one as fhe, fuch is her neighbour? "Or what is he of bafeft function,

"That fays, his bravery is not on my cost;


Thinking, that I mean him; but therein fuits "His folly to the metal of my speech?

"There then; how then? what then? let me fee "wherein

My tongue hath wrong'd him; if it do him right, "Then he hath wrong'd himfelf: if he be free,


Why, then my taxing, like a wild goofe, flies "Unclaim'd of any man.

But who comes here?

SCENE VIII. Enter Orlando, with his fword drawn.

Orla. Forbear, and eat no more.

Jaq. Why, I have eat none yet.

Orla. Nor fhalt thou, till neceffity be ferv'd.
Faq. Of what kind fhould this cock come of?
Duke fen. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy dif

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 bare diftrefs hath ta'en from me the thew

Of fmooth civility; yet am I in-land bred,
And know fome nurture. But forbear, I fay.


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