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Who doth ambition soun,
And loves to lye i'th' Sun,
Seeking the food he eats,
And pleas'd with what he gets ;
Come bither, come hither, come bither;

Here sall be see

No enemy,

But winter and rough weather. Jaq. I'll give you a verse to this note, that I made yesterday in despight of

my invention,
Ami. And I'll sing it.
Jaq. Thus it goes.

If it do come to pass,
That any man turn ass;
Leaving his wealth and ease

A stubborn will to please,
(a) Duc ad me, duc ad me, duc ad me ;

Here Mall be see

Gross fools as be,

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 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

[Exeunt, severally. S C'E N E VI.

Enter Orlando and Adam. Adam. Dear master, 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.

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Orla. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee? live a little; comfort a little; cheer thyself a little. If this uncouth Forest yield any thing lavage, 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 ear, I'll give thee leave to die. But if thou dieft 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 liest in the bleak air. Come, I will bear thee to fome shelter, and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this Desart. Cheerly, good Adam.

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Enter Duke Sen. and Lords. [ 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.

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,
We shall have shortly discord in the spheres :
Go, seek him; tell him, I would speak with him.

Enter Jaques. i Lord He saves my labour by his own ap

proach.
Duke Sen. Why, how now, Monsieur, what a life

is this,
That your poor friends must woo your company?
What! you look merrily.
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Jaq.

Faq. A fool, a fool;- I met a fool i' th' forest, 3 A motley fool; a miserable 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 Fortune in good terms, In good set terms, and yet a motley fool. • Good-morrow, fool, quoth I: No, Sir, quoth he, • Call me not fool, 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 a clock: • Thus may we see, 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, < And then from hour to hour we rot and rot, " And thereby hangs a tale.' When I did hear The motley fool thus moral on the time, My lungs began to crow like chanticleer, That fools should be so deep contemplative : And I did laugh, fans intermission, An hour by his dial. O noble fool, A worthy fool! motley's the only wear.

Duke Sen. What fool is this?

Jaq. “O worthy fool! one that hath been a Courtier, “And says, 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 strange places cram'd

3 A motley fool; a miserable WORLD!] What! because he met a motley fool, was it therefore a miserable world? This is fadly blundered ; we fould read,

a miserable 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.

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56 With observation, the which he vents
" In mangled forms. O that I were a fool!
I am ambitious for a motley coat.

Duke Sen. Thou shalt have one.

Jag. It is my only fuit;
Provided, that you weed your better judgments

Of all opinion, that grows rank in them, 1 That I am wise. “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 gauled with my folly,
“ They most must laugh: and, why, Sir, must they so?
“ The why is plain, as way to parish church;
“ He, whom a fool doth very wisely hit,
“ Doth very foolishly, although he smart,
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" + Not to seem fenfeless of the bob. If not,
“ The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd
“ Even by the squandring 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.
Duke Sen. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldlt

do.
Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do but good ?

Duke Sen. Most mischievous foul sin, in chiding sin:
For thou thyself haft been a libertine,
As sensual as the brutish sting itself;
And all th’ embossed fores and headed evils,
That thou with licence of free foot haft caught,
Would'st thou disgorge into the general world.
Jaq.
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Why, who cries out on pride,
" That can therein tax any private party?
“ Doth it not flow as hugely as the Sea,

4. Seem senseless of the bob.] Both the measure and the sense direct us to read,

Not to seem fenfeless &c.

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66 Till

" 'Till that the very very means do ebb?
" What woman in the city do I name,
" When that I say, the city-woman bears
66 The cost of Princes on unworthy shoulders ?
" 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 baseft function,
“ That says, his bravery is not on my coft ;
« Thinking, that I mean him; but therein futes
“ His folly to the metal of my speech?
66 There then ; how then? what then? let me see

w 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, flies
6 Unclaim'd of any man.

But who comes here?

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SCEN E VIII.

Enter Orlando, with Sword drawn,
Orla. Forbear, and eat no more.
Faq. Why, I have eat none yet.
Orla. Nor ihale thou, 'till necessity be serv'd.

Faq Of what kind should this Cock come of?
Duke Sen. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy

distress?
Or elle a rude despiser of good manners,
That in civility thou seem'it so empty?
Orla. You touch'd my vein at first; the thorny

point
Of bare diftress hath ta'en from me the few
Of smooth civility; yet am I in-land bred,
And know some nurture: but forbear, I fay:
He dies, that touches any of this fruit,
'Till I and my affairs are answered.

Jaq. If you will not
Be answered with reason, I must die,

Duke

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