SCENE VI. Enter Orlando and Adam. Adam. Dear mafter, I can go no further. O, I die for food! here lie I down, and measure out my grave, --Farewel, kind mafter. : Orla. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee? live a little; comfort a little; cheer thyfelf 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 you quickly. Yet thou lieft in the bleak air; come, I will bear thee to some fhelter, and thou fhalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this Defert. Cheerly, good Adam. SCENE VII. Another part of the FOREST. Enter Duke Sen. and Lords. [Exeunt. [A Table Set out. Duke Sen. 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 Song. Duke Sen. If he, compact of jars, grow mufical, Enter Jaques. 1 Lord. He faves my labour by his own approach. Duke Duke Sen. Why, how now, Monfieur, what a life That your poor friends muft woo your company? —— -I met a fool i'th' foreft, A motley fool-a miferable world- 2 Who laid him down and bafk'd him in the fun, In good fet terms - and yet a motley fool. Thus may we fee, quoth he, how the world wags; A motley fool; a miferable WORLD!] What! because he met a motley fool, was it therefore a miferable world? This is fadly blundered; we fhould read, a miferable VARLET. His head is altogether running on this fool, both before and after these words, and here he calls him a miferable varlet, notwithftanding he railed on lady fortune in good terms, &c. Nor is the change we make fo great as appears at first fight. WARBURTON. I fee no need of changing world to varlet, nor, if a change were neceffary, can I guess how it fhould be certainly known that varlet is the true word. A miferable world is a parenthetical exclamation, frequent among melancholy men, and natural to Jaques at the fight of a fool, or at the hearing of reflections on the fragility of life. A worthy fool-motley's the only wear. Duke Sen. What fool is this? Faq. O worthy fool! one that hath been a Courtier, Provided, that you weed your better judgments Invest me in my motley, give me leave If they will patiently receive my medicine. Duke Sen. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst do. Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do but good? Duke Sen. Moft mifchievous foul fin, in chiding fin: For thou thyself haft been a libertine, That fays, his bravery is not on my coft; There then; how then? what then? let me fee wherein My tongue hath wrong'd him; if it do him right, As fenfual as the brutish fling.] though the brutish fting is capable of a fenfe not inconvenient in this paffage, yet as it is a harfh and unufual mode of fpeech, i thould read the brutish fly. SCENE S BENE VIII. Enter Orlando, with Sword drawn. Orla. Forbear, and eat no more. Jaq. Why, I have eat none yet. Orla. Nor fhalt thou, 'till neceffity be ferv'd. 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 6 Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the fhew Of fmooth civility; yet am I inland bred, Jaq. If you will not Be answered with reafon, I muft die. Duke Sen. What would you have? Your gentleness fhall force, More than your force move us to gentleness. Orla. I almost 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; Of ftern commandment. But whate'er you are, The thorny point Of fharp diftress has taken from me the fhew Of Smooth civility.] We might read torn with more elegance, but elegance alone will not juftify alteration, |