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Doth very foolishly, although he smart,
Even by the fquandring glances of a fool.
To fpeak my mind, and I will through and through
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 mischievous foul fin, in chiding fin: For thou thyfelf haft been a libertine,
As fenfual as the brutish fting itself;
And all the emboffed fores and headed evils,
That fays, his bravery is not on my coft;
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,
Seem fenfelefs of the bob. If not, &c.] Befides that the third Verfe is defective one whole Foot in Measure, the Tenour of what Jaques continues to fay, and the Reasoning of the Paffage, fhew it is no lefs defective in the Senfe. There is no doubt, but the two little Monofyllables, which I have fupplyed, were either by Accident wanting in the Manufcript Copy, or by Inadvertence were left out at Prefs.
The he hath wrong'd himself; if he be free,
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. Jag. Of what kind should this Cock come of? Duke Sen. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy distress? Or else a rude defpifer of good manners,
That in civility thou feem'it fo empty?
Orla. You touch'd my vein at firft; the thorny point
Of bare diftrefs hath ta'en from me the fhew
Of smooth civility; yet am I in-land bred,
Jaq. If you will not
Be anfwered with reason, I must die.
Duke Sen. What would you have? Your gentleness fhall force,
More than your force move us to gentleness.
Orla, 1 almost die for food, and let me have it.
I thought, that all things had been favage here;
Of itern commandment But whate'er you are,
Under the fhade of melanchy boughs,
Lofe and neglect the creeping hours of time;
If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church
If ever from your eyelids wip'd a tear,
Duke Sen. True is it, that we have feen better days;
Orla. Then but forbear your food a little while,
Duke Seu, Go find him out,
And we will nothing wafte till you return.
Orla. I thank ye; and be blefs'd for your good com
Duke Sen. Thou feeft, we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and univerfal Theatre
Prefents more woful pageants, than the scene
Jaq. All the world's a Stage,
And all the men and women meerly Players;
And then, the whining school-boy with his fatchel,
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the justice
Full of wife faws and modern instances,
Is fecond childishnefs, and mere oblivion,
Enter Orlando, with Adam.
Duke Sen. Welcome: fet down your
And let him feed.
Orla. I thank you most for him.
I fcarce can fpeak to thank you for myself.
Duke Sen. Welcome, fall to: I will not trouble you, As yet to question you about your fortunes.
Give us fome mufick; and, good coufin, fing.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not fo unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not feen,
Altho' thy breath be rude.
Heigh ho! fing, high bo! unto the green holly;
This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, ibou bitter sky,
As benefits forgot:
Tho' thou the waters warp,
Thy fling is not so sharp
As friend remembred not.
Duke Sen. 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 witness, Moft truly limm'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.
SCENE, the PALACE
Enter Duke, Lords, and Oliver.
OT fee him fince? Sir, Sir, that cannot be
Of my revenge, thou prefent: but look to it;
Seek him with candle: bring him dead or living,
Thy lands and all things that thou doft call thine,