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RS. I pray thee, if it stand with honesty,
Cel. And we will mend thy wages.
Cor. Assuredly, the thing is to be fold;
SCENE V. Changes to a desart part of the forest.
Here shall he fee
Bul winter and rough weather. Jaq. More, more, I prythee, more. Ami. It will make you melancholy, Monsieur Jaques.
Jaq. I thank it; more, I pr’ythee, more; I can fuck melancholy out of a song, as a weazel suck's eggs : more, I pr’ythee, more.
Ami. My voice is rugged; I know I cannot please you.
Jaq. “ I do not desire you to please me, I do desire
you to fing;" come, come, another Itanzo; call you 'em ftanzo's ?
Ami. What you will, Monsieur, 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.Ani. Well, I'll end the song, 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 disputable for my company : I think of as many matters as he, but I give Heav'n thanks, and make no boast of them. Come, warble, come.
Here Mall he fee
But winter and rough weather. Jaq. I'll give you a verse to this note, that I made yelterday in despight of my invention.
Ami. And I'll ling it.
If it do come to pass,
Here Mall he see
Gross fools as he
Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle. I'll go to sleep if I can ; if I cannot, I'll rail against all the first-born of Egypt.
Ami. And I'll go seek the Duke; his banquet is prepar'd.
for food! here lie I down, and measure out my grave, Farewel, kind maiter.
Orla. Why, how now, Adam ! no greater heart in thee? live a little; comfort a little ; cheer thyself a litile. If this uncouth foreit 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 presently; and if I bring thee not something to eat, I'll give thee leave to die. But if thou diest before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well said, thou look'st cheerly. And I'll be with thee quickly; yet thou lielt in the bleak air. Come, I will bear thee to some shelter, and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this defart. Cheerly, good Adam. [Exeunt.
S CE N E VII.
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.
i 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 musical,
this, That your poor
friends must woo your company? What you look merrily.
999. fool, a fool ;-I met a fool i' th’ forest, A motely fool'; a miserably varlet ! 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 Eortune in good terms, In good let terms, and yet a motely fool. • Good morrow, fool, quoth I: No, Sir, quoth he, « Call me not fuol, till Heaven hath sent me fortune;
. And then he drew a dial from his poak, • And looking on it with lack-lustre eye,
Says, very wisely, It is ten o'clock : • Thus may we fee, quoth he, how the world wags: • "Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, • And after one hour more 'twill be eleven;
And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe,
Duke fen. What fool is this?
Jaq. “ O worthy fool! one that hath been a courtier. • Aid says, if ladies be but young and fair,
They have the gift to know it: and in his brain, 66 Which is as dry as the remainder-bilket “ After a voyage; he hath strange places cramm'd “ With observation, the which he vents “ In mangled forms. O that I were a fool ! I am ambitious for a motley coat.
Duke se'n. 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 please ; for so fools have ; “ And they that are most galled with my folly,
They most must laugh. And why, Sir, muit they so? * The'why is plain, as way to parish-church; “ He whom a fool doth very wisely hit, “ Doth very foolishly although he sinart, “ Not to seem senseless of the bob. If not, “ The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd “ Even by the squand'ring glances of a fool. Invest me in my motley, give me leave To speak my mind, and I will through and through Cleanse the foul body of th’infected world,
If they will patiently receive my medicine. ,
do. Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do but good ?
Duke sen. Most mischievous foul fin, in chiding fin : For thou thyself haft been a libertine, As sensual as the brutish sting itself; And all th' embossed sores and headed evils, That thou with licence of free foot haft caught, Would it thou disgorge into the general world.
faq. “ Why, who cries out on pride, " That can therein tax any private party? “ Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea, “ "Till that the very very means do ebb? " What woman in the city do I name, “ When that I say, the city-woman bears “ The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders ? 4. Who can come in, and say, that I mean her; " When such a one as she, such is her neighbour ?" " Or what is he of baselt function, “ That says, his bravery is not on my cost; “ Thinking, that I mean hiin; but therein suits “ His folly to the metal of my speech? “ There then; how then? what then ? let me fee
66 wherein " My tongue hath wrong'd him; if it do him right, “ Then he hath wrong'd himself: if he be free,
Why, then my taxing, like a wild goose, fies 66 Unclaim'd of any man. But who comes here? SCENE VIII. Enter Orlando, with his sword drawn.
Orla. Fcrbear, and eat no more.
Duke fen?. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy dif-
Orla. You touch'd my vein at first; the thorny point Of bare distress hath ta’en from me the thew Of smooth civility; yet am I in-land bred, And know some nurture. But forbear, I say.