He dies that touches any of this fruit,
TiH I and my affairs are answered.
Jaq. If you will not

Be anfwered with reafon, I must die.

Duke fen. What would you have? Your gentleness fhall force,

More than your force moves us to gentleness.

Orla. I almoft die for food, and let me have it. Duke fen. 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 ftern commandment But whate'er you are,
That in this defart inacceffible,

Under the fhades of melancholy boughs,
Lofe and neglect the creeping hours of time;

If ever you have look'd on better days;

If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church
If ever fat at any good man's feast;

If ever from your eye-lids wip'd a tear,
And know what 'tis to pity, and be pity'd;'
Let gentleness my ftrong inforcement be,
In the which hope I bluth, and hide my fword.
Duke fen. True is it that we have feen better days;
And have with holy bell been knoll'd to church;
And fat at good mens' feafts, and wip'd our eyes
Of drops that facred pity had 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 step.
Limp'd in pure love, till he be firft fuffice'd,
Opprefs'd with two weak evils, age and hunger,
I will not touch a bit.

Duke fen. Go find him out,

And we will nothing wafte till you return.

Orla. I thank ye; and be blefs'd for your good

[Exit.

Duke fen. Thou feeft, we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and univerfal theatre

Prefents more woful pageants, than the fcene
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 feven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.

And then the whining school-boy, with his fatchef,
And fhining morning-face, creeping like fnail
Unwillingly to fchool. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace with a woful balad

Made to his mistress' eye-brow. Then a foldier,
Full of frange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, fudden and quick in quarrel;
Seeking the bubble reputation

Even in the canon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd,
With eyes fevere, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wife faws and modern inftances,
And fo he plays his part. The fixth age fhifts
Into the lean and flipper'd pantaloon,

With fpectacles on nofe, and pouch on fide;
• His youthful hofe well fav'd, a world too wide
For his fhrunk fhank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes,
And whistles in his found. Laft fcene of all,
That ends this ftrange eventful history,
Is fecond childithnefs, and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, fans eyes, fans taile, fans every thing.

SCENE X. Enter Orlando, with Adam. Duke fen. Welcome: fet down your venerable bur And let him feed.

Qrla. I thank you most for him.
Adam. So had you need,

[den,

I fcarce

I fcarce can speak to thank you for myself.

Duke fen. Welcome, fall to: I will not trouble you, As yet to queftion you about your fortunes.

Give us fome mufic: and, good coufin, fing..

SONG.

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not fo unkind

As man's ingratitude;

Thy tooth is not fo keen,
Because thou art not sheen,

Altho' thy breath be rude.

Heigh ho! fing, heigh bo! unto the green holly;
Moft friendship is feigning; moft loving mere folly.
Then heigh ho, the holly!

This life is moft jelly.

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter fky,
That doft not bite fo nigh

As benefits forgot:

Tho' thou the waters warp,
Thy fting is not so sharp

As friend remember'd not.

Heigh ho! fing, &c.

Duke fen. If that you were the good Sir Rowland's fon,

As you have whifper'd faithfully you were,
And as mine eye doth his effigies witrefs,
Most truly limn'd, and living in your face,
Be truly welcome hither. I'm the Duke,

That lov'd your father. The refidue of your fortune
Go to my cave and tell me. Good old man,

Thou art right welcome, as thy mafter is;
Support him by the arm; give me your hand,
And let me all your fortunes understand. [Exeunt

ACT

III.

SCENE I.

The palace.

Enter Duke, Lords, and Oliver.

OT fee him fince? Sir, Sir, that cannot be :
But were I not the better part made mercy,

I fhould

Duke. N

I should not feek an abfent argument

Of my revenge, thou prefent: but look to it;
Find out thy brother, wherefoe'er he is;

Seek him with candle; bring him dead or living,
Within this twelvemonth; or turn thou no more
To feek a living in our territory.

Thy lands and all things that thou doft call thine,
Worth feizure, do we feize into our hands;

Till thou canft quit thee by thy brother's mouth,
Of what we think against thee.

Oli. Oh that your Highnefs knew my heart in this: I never lov'd my brother in my life.

Duke More villain thou. Well, push him out of doors:

And let my officers of fuch a nature

Make an extent upon his houfe and lands:

Do this expediently, and turn him going. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Changes to the foreft.

Enter Orlando.

Orla. Hang there, my verfe, in witnefs of my love? And thou thrice-crowned queen of night furvey, With thy chafte eye, from thy pale fphere above, Thy huntress' name that my full life doth fway, O Rofalind! thefe trees fhall be my books, And in their barks my thoughts I'll character; That every eye which in this foreft looks, Shall fee thy virtue witness'd every where. Run, run, Orlando, carve, on every tree, The fair, the chafte, and unexpreffive fhe.

[Exit.

SCENE III. Enter Corin and Clown. Cor. And how like you this fhepherd's life, Mr. Touchftone?

Clo. "Truly, fhepherd, in refpect of itself, it is a good life; but in refpect it is a fhepherd's life, "it is naught. In refpect that it is folitary, I like it "very well; but in respect that it is private, it is a 66 very vile life. Now, in refpect it is in the fields, it "pleafeth me well; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious. As it is a spare life, look you,

"it fits my humour well; but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much againft my stomach. Haft any philofophy in thee, thepherd?

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Cor." No more, but that I know, the more one fic“kens, the worse at ease he is; and that he that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends that the property of rain is to wet, and fire to burn; that good pafture makes fat fheep; and that a great caufe of the night, is lack of the fun; and that he that hath learned no wit by nature nor art, may complain of grofs breeding, or comes "of a very dull kindred.

Clo. Such a one is a natural philofopher. Wat ever in court, fhepherd ?

Cor No, truly.

Clo. Then thou art damn'd.

Cor. Nay, I hope

Clo. Truly thou art damn'd, like an ill-roafted egg, all on one fide.

Cor. For not being at court? Your reafon.

Clo. Why, if thou never waft at court, thou never faw't good manners; if thou never faw'ft good manners, then thy manners must be wicked; and wickednefs is fin, and fin is damnation: thou art in a parlous ftate, fhepherd.

Cor. Not a whit, Touchstone: thofe that are good manners at the court, are as ridiculous in the country, as the behaviour of the country is most mockable at the court. You told me, you falute not at the court, but you kiss your hands; that courtesy would be uncleanly if courtiers were thepherds.

Clo. Inftance, briefly; come, inftance.

Cor. Why, we are still handling our ewes; and their fels, you know, are greafy.

Clo. Why, do not your courtiers hands fweat? and is not the greafe of a mutton as wholesome as the sweat of a man? Shallow, fhallow;- a better instance, I

fay: come.

Cor. Befides, our hands are hard.

Clo. Your lips will feel them the fooner. Shallow again : ----a more founder inftance, come.

Car. And they are often tarr'd over with the furgery