SONG. Who doth ambition fhun, And loves to lye i'th' Sun, And pleas'd with what he gets; Come bitber, come hither, come hither; No enemy, But winter and rough weather. Jaq. I'll give you a verse to this note, that I made yesterday in defpight of my invention. Ami. And I'll fing it. Jaq. Thus it goes. If it do come to pass, That any man turn ass; Here fhall be fee Grofs fools as he, An if he will come to me. Ami. What's that's duc ad me? Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle. I'll go to fleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail against all the first-born of Egypt. Ami. And I'll go feek the Duke: his banquet is prepar'd [Exeunt, feverally. Adam. Dear mafter, I can go no further; O, I die for food! here lie I down, and measure out my grave. Farewel, kind master. (a) Duc ad me, Oxford edition.-Vulg. Ducdame; Orla 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'st cheerly. And I'll be with thee quickly; yet thou lieft in the bleak air. Come, I will bear thee to some shelter, and thou fhalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this Defart. Cheerly, good Adam. SCENE Enter Duke Sen. and Lords. [Exeunt. VII. [A Table fet out. Duke Sen. 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 mufical, We shall have shortly discord in the spheres: Go, feek him; tell him, I would speak with him. Enter Jaques. 1 Lord He faves my labour by his own approach. Duke Sen. Why, how now, Monfieur, what a life is this, That your poor friends muft woo your company? What! you look merrily. Y 2 Jaq. Jaq. A fool, a fool;-I met a fool i' th' foreft, 3 A motley fool; a miferable varlet! As I do live by food, I met a fool, Who laid him down and bask'd him in the fun, And looking on it with lack-luftre eye, Says, very wifely, it is ten a clock: Thus may we fee, quoth he, how the world wags: 'Tis but an hour ago fince it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; Jaq. "O worthy fool! one that hath been a Courtier, "And fays, if ladies be but young and fair, They have the gift to know it: and in his brain, "Which is as dry as the remainder bisket After a voyage, he hath ftrange places cram'd 3 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 miserable varlet, notwithftanding he railed on lady fortune in good terms, &c. Nor is the change we make fo great as appears at first fight. "With observation, the which he vents Duke Sen. Thou fhalt have one. Provided, that you weed your better judgments 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 thyfelf haft been a libertine, As fenfual as the brutish fting itself; And all th' emboffed fores and headed evils, ? 4 Seem fenfeless of the bob.] Both the measure and the fenfe direct us to read, Nor To feem fenfeless &c. "Till " 'Till that the very very means do ebb? "What woman in the city do I name, "When that I fay, the city-woman bears "The cost of Princes on unworthy fhoulders? "Who can come in, and fay, that I mean her; "When fuch a one as fhe, fuch is her neighbour? "Or what is he of baseft function, "That fays, his bravery is not on my coft; ઃઃ Thinking, that I mean him; but therein futes "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, "Then he hath wrong'd himself; if he be free, "Why, then my taxing, like a wild goofe, flies "Unclaim'd of any man. But who comes here? Enter Orlando, with Sword drawn. Orla. Forbear, and eat no more. Faq. Why, I have eat none yet. Orla. Nor fhalt thou, 'till neceffity be ferv'd. Or else 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 Of bare diftrefs hath ta'en from me the fhew Of smooth civility; yet am I in-land bred, Faq. If you will not Be answered with reason, I muft die, Duke |