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for food! here lie I down, and measure 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 forest 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 arri's end. I will be here with the 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 'it cheerly. And I'll be with thee quickly; yet thou liest 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 desart. Cheerly, good Adam.

[Exeunt.

SCE N E VII.
Enter Duke sen. and Lords. [-4 table set out.

Duke fen. I think he is transform'd 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 fen. 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 approach.
Duke sen. Why, how now, Monsieur, what a life is

this,
That your poor friends muft woo your company ?
What? you look merrily.

Jaq. A fool, a fool; I met a fool i'th' forest,
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 1: No, Sir, quoth he,
: Call me not fool, till Heaved hath sent me fortune ;

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• 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,
« 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 intermillion,
An hour by his dial. O noble fool,
A worthy fool! motley's the only wear.

Duke len. What fool is this?

Jaq. 's 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-bilket “ After a voyage, he hath itrange places crammid “ With observation, the which he vents " In mangled forins. O that I were a fool ! I am ambitious for a motley coat.

Duke fen. 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 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 galled with my folly,

They most must laugh. And thy, Sir, muft they for “ The why is plain, as way to parish-church; s. He whom a fool doth very wisely hit, Doth very foolishly, although he smart, " Not to feem fenseless of the bob. If not, « The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd Ev'n 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,

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If they will patiently receive my medicine.
Duke fen. Fie on thee ! I can tell what thou wouldit

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

Duke sen. Most mischievous foul sin, in chiding fin: For thou thyself haft been a libertine, As fenfual as the brutish fting itself; And all th' embossed sores and headed evils, That thou with licence of free ot haft caught, Wouldit thou disgorge into the general world.

Jaq. “ 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? 66 What woman in the city do I name, 56 When that I say, the city-woman bears “ 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 suits “ 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 goose, flies « Unclaim'd of

any man.

But who comes here? SCENE VIII. Enter Orlando,with his sword drawn..

Orla, Forbear, and eat no more.-
Jaq. Why, I have eat none yet.
Orla. Nor shalt thou, till neceflity be fervid.
Jaq. Of what kind should this cock come of?

Duke fen. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy diftress?
Or else à rude defpiser of good manners,
That in civility thou feem'ft fo empty?

Orla. You touch'd my vein at firft; 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 faya

Jaq. If

will not

He dies that touches any of this fruit,
Till I and my affairs are answered.

you Be answered with reason, I must die. Duke fen. What would you have? Your gentleness

Thall force,
More than your force move us to gentleness.

Orla. I almost die for food, and let me hare it.
Duke sen. Sit down and feed, and welcome to our

table. Orla. Speak you fo gently? pardon me, I pray you I thought that all things had been savage here; And therefore put I on the countenance Of stern commandment. But whate'er you are, 6. That in this desart inaccessible, - Under the fhade of melancholy boughs, * Lofe and negle& the creeping hours of time; “ If ever you have look'd on better days ; • If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church; • If ever fat at any good man's feast; • If ever from your eye-lids wip'd a tear, * And know what 'tis to pity, and be pity’d;' Let gentleness my strong inforcement be, In the which hope I bluh, and hide my

sword.
Duke sen. True is it that we have seen better

days ;
And have with holy bell been knoll'd to church;
And sat at good mens' feasts, and wip'd our eyes
Of drops that sacred pity had engender'd :.
And therefore fit you down in gentleness,
And take upon command what help we have,.
That to your wanting may be ministred.

Orla. Then but forbear your food a little while
Whiles, like a doe, I

my

fawn,
And give it food. There is an old poor mang,
Who after me hath many a weary ftep
Limp'd in pure love; till he be first suffic'd,
Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hurgery
I will not touch a biti.

Duke sen. Go find him out;,
And we will nothing waste till you return..

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go to find

Ørla. I thank ye; and be bless’d for your good com fort !

[Exit.

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S CE N E
Duke fen. Thou feeft, we are not all alone unhappy -
This wide and universal theatre
Presents more woful pageants, than the scene
Wherein we play in.

Jaq. All the world's a stage,
« And all the men and women merely players ;-
• They have their Exits and their entrances,
« And one man in his time plays many parts :
“ His acts being seven ages.

At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. * And then the whining school-boy, with his fatchel, * And shining morning-face, creeping like snail • Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, • Sighing like furnace, with a woful balad < Made to his mistress' eye-brow. Then a soldier, • Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,

Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel;

Seeking the bubble reputation « Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, • In fair round belly, with good capon lin’d, « With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut;

Full of wise saws and modern instances, · And so he plays his part. The fixth age

shifts - Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, « With spectacles on nose, and pouch on fide;

His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide

For his shrunk fhank; and his big manly voice, - Turning again toward childish treble, pipes,

And whistles in his found. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is fecond childishness, and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, fans eyes, fans tafte, fans every thing.
SCENE X. Enter Orlando, with Adam.

Duke sen. Welcome : fet down your venerable bur-
And let him feed.

[den, Orla. I thank you most for him, Adam, So had you need,

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