SONG. Who doth ambition fhun, And loves to lie * i'th Sun. Seeking the food be eats, And pleas'd with what he gets; Come hither, come hither, come hither; No enemy, But winter and rough weather. Jaq. I'll give thee 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; An' if he will come to me, Ami. What's that ducdame? 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 firft-born of Egypt. Ami. And I'll go seek the Duke: his banquet is prepar❜d. [Exeunt, fever ally. * Old Edition, to live. + For ducdame Sir T. Hanmer, very acutely and judiciously, reads, duc ad me. D3 That is, SCENE SCENE VI. Enter Orlando and Adam. Adam. Dear mafter, I can go no further. O, I die for food! here lie I down, and meafure out my grave. -Farewel, kind master. Orla. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee?-live a little; comfort a little; cheer thyself a little. If this uncouth Foreft yield any thing savage, 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 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 you quickly. Yet thou lieft in the bleak air; come, I will bear thee to fome fhelter, and thou fhalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this Defert. Cheerly, good Adam. [Exeunt, SCENE VII. Another part of the FOREST. Enter Duke Sen. and Lords. [ATable fet out. Duke Sen. I think, he is transformed into a beaft, 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, We fhall have fhortly difcord 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 Duke Sen. Why, how now, Monfieur, what a life is this, That your poor friends must woo your company Jaq. A fool, a fool;I met a fool i' th' foreft, A motley fool-a miferable world —— As I do live by food, I met a fool, ---- Who laid him down and bask'd him in the fun, Thus may we fee, quoth he, how the world wags: 2A motley fool; a miferable WORLD.] What! because he met a motley fool, was it therefore a miferable world? This is fadly blundered; we should 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 warlet, notwithBanding be railed on lady fortune in good terms, &c. Nor is the change we make fo great as ap pears 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 parler is the true word. A miferable world is a parenthetical exclamation, frequently among melancholy men, and natural to Jaques at the fight of a fool, or at the hearing of reflections on the fragility of life. D 4 A worthy A worthy fool-motley's the only wear. Faq. O worthy fool! one that hath been a Courtier, Duke Sen. Thou fhalt have one. Provided, that you weed your better judgments To blow on whom I please; for fo fools have; ? 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, my medicine. If they will patiently receive 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; That fays, his bravery is not on my cost; There then; how then? what then? let me fee wherein My tongue hath wrong'd; if it do him right, As fenfual as the brutish fting.] Though the brutih ting is capable of a fenfe not inconvenient in this paffage, yet as it is a harsh and unufual mode of fpeech, I fhould read the brutish sty. SCENE |