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He dies that touches any of this fruit,
TiH I and my affairs are answered.

Jaq. If you will not
Be answered with reason, I must die.
Duke fen. What would you have? Your gentleness

shall force, More than your force moves us to gentleness.

Orla. I almost 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 savage here; And therefore put I on the countenance Of fern commandment · But whate'er you are, " That in this desart inacceslible, < Under the fhades of melancholy boughs,

Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; · If ever you have look'd on better days; • If ever been where bells have knolld to church;.

If ever fat at any good man's feast; " If ever froin your eye-lids wip'd a tear, * And know what 'tis to pity, and be pity'd ;' Let gentleness my strong inforcement be, In the which hope i bluth, and hide my sword.

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Duke fun. True is it that we have seen better days;
And have with holy bell been knoll’d to church;
and fat at good mens' feasts, and wip'd our eyes
Of drops that sacred 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 itep
Limp'd in pure love , till he be first suffice’d,
Oppress'd 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.

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Orla. I thank ye; and be bless’d for your good comfort !

[Exit.
S CE N E IX.
Duke fen. Thou seest, we are not all alone unhappy:
This wide and universal theatre
Pretents more wcful pageants, than the scene
Wherein we play in.

Jaq. ' All the world's a fage,
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 fatchef, • And thining morning-face, creeping like snail

Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,

Sighing like furnace with a woful balad 'Made to his mistre!s' eye-brow. Then a soldier, ' Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,

Jealous in honour, sudden 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 severe, and beard of formal cut, « Full of wise faws and modern instances, • And so he plays his part. The fixth age shifts · Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, • With spectacles on nofe, 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 childithnels, and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, fans eyes, sans taite, fans every thing.

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

[den, Orla. I thank you most for him. Adam. So had you need,

I scarce

I scarce can speak to thank you for myself.

Duke fen. Welcome, fall to : I will not trouble you, As yet to question

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fortunes. Give us some music : and, good coufin, fing.

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

As man's ingratitude ;
Thy.tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not foeen,

Itho' thy breath be rude.
Heigh ho! sing, heigh ho! unto the green holly :
Moft friendsmip is feigning ; most loving mere folly.

Then heigh ho, the holly !

This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That doft not bite fo nigh

As benefits forgot:
Tho thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so farp

As friend remember'd not.
Heigh bo ! fing, &c.
Duke fen. If that you were the good Sir Rowland's

fon, As you have whisper'd faithfully you were, And as mine eye doth his effigies witreis, Most truly limn'd, and living in your face, Be truly welcome hither. I'm the Duke, That lov'd your father. The residue of your fortune Go to my cave and tell me.

Good old man, Thou art right welcome, as thy master is ; Support hiin by the arm; give me your hand, And let me all your

fortunes understand. [Exeunt A C T III. SCENE I.

The palace. Enter Duke, Lords, and Oliver. Duke. OT see him since? Sir, Sir, that cannot be: But were I not the better part made mercy,

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I should not seek an abfent argument
Of my revenge, thou prefent: but look to it;
Find out thy brother, where oe'er he is ;
Seek him with candle; bring him dead or living,
Within this twelvemonth; or turn thou no more
To seek a living in our territory.
Thy lands and all things that thou dost call thine,
Worth seizure, do we seize into our hands;
Till thou canst quit thee by thy brother's mouth,
Of what we think against thee.

Oli. Oh that your Highness 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 such a nature
Make an extent upon his house and lands :
Do this expediently, and turn him going. [Exeunt,
SCENE II. Changes to the forejt.

Enter Orlando.
Orla. Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love
And thou thrice-crowned queen of night survey,
With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above,

Thy huntress' name that my full life doth fway,
O Rosalind ! these trees shall be my books,

And in their barks my thoughts I'll character;
That every eye

which in this forest looks,
Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where.
Run, run, Orlando, carve, on every tree,
The fair, the chaite, and unexpressive she. [Exit,

SCENE III. Enter Corin and Clown.
Cor. And how like you - this shepherd's life, Mr.
Touchstone ?

Cle. << Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a “ good life; but in respect it is a fhepherd's life,

it is naught. In respect that it is solitary, I like it very well; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now, in respect it is in the fields, it plealeth 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 against my itomach. Halt any philosophy in thee, thepherd ?

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 sheep; " and that a great cause of the night, is lack of the “ fun; and that he that hath learned no wit by nature

nor art, may complain of gross breeding, or comes " of a very dull kindred,

Clo. Such a one is a natural philosopher. Was ever in court, shepherd ?

Cor No, truly. Clo. Then thou art damn'd. Cor. Nay, I hope Clo: Truly thou art damn'd, like an ill-roased egg, all on one side.

Cor. For not being at court? Your reason.

Clo. Why, if thou never wast at court, thou never saw'st good manners; if thou never faw'ít good manners, then thy manners must be wicked; and wickedness is sin, and sin is dainnation : thcu art in a parlous ftate, shepherd.

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

Clo. Instance, brietly; come, instance. Cor. Why, we are still handling our ewes; and their fels, you know, are greasy.

Glo. Why, do not your courtiers hands fweat? and is not the grease of a mutton as wholesome as the sweat of a man? Shallow, shallow ;- a better instance, I fay: cone.

Cor. Besides, our hands are hard.

Clo. Your life will fee! them the sooner: Shallovy again :--- a more founder instance, come.

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

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