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And tune his merry note
Under the sweet bird's throat,
Here shall he see
Ami. It will make you inelancholy, monsieur
I can suck melancholy out of a song, as a weazel sucks eggs : more, I prythee, more.
Ami. My voice is ragged ; I know, I cannot please you.
Jaq. I do not desire you to please me, I do desire you to sing : Come, more; another stanza;, call you them stanzas?
Ami. What you will, monsieur Jaques.
Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names : they owe me nothing : Will you sing?
Ami. More at your request, than to please myself.
Jaq. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you : but that they call compliment, is like the encounter of two dog-apes ; and when a man thanks me heartily, methinks, I have given him a penny, and he renders me the beggarly thanks. Come, sing; and you that will not, hold your tongues.
Ami. Well, l'll end the song. Sirs, cover the while; the duke will drink under this tree :-he hath been all this day to look you.
Jaq. And I have been all this day to avoid him. He is too dispútable* for my company : I think of as many matters as he ; but I give heaven thanks, and make no boast of them. Come, warble, come.
And pleased with what he gets,
Here shall he see
But winter and rough weather. Jaq. I'll give you a verse to this note, that I made yesterday in despite of my invention.
Ami. And I'll sing it.
If it do come to pass,
A stubborn will to please,
Here shall he see,
Gross fools as he, An if he will come to Ami. Ami. What's that ducdàme? Jaq. Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle. I'll go 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 prepared.
SCENE V1.-The same.
Enter ORLANDO and ADAM. Adam. Dear master, I can go no further: 0, I die for food! Here lie I down, and measure out my grave. Farewell, kind master. : Orl. 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 savage, I will either be food for it, or hring it for food to thee. Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers. For my sake, be comfortable ; hold death awhile at the arm's end : I will here be with thee 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'st cheerily: 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 desert. Cheerly, good Adam! [Exeunt.
SCENE VII.-The same.
A Table set out.-Enter DUKE Senior, AMIENS,
Lords, and others. Duke S. I think he be transform'd into a beast; 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,chearing of a song.
Duke S. If he, compact of jars*, grow musical, We shall have shortly discord in the spheres :Go, seek hiin; tell him, I would speak with him.
Enter JAQUES. I Lord. He saves my labour by his own approach. Duke S. Wly, how now, Monsieur! what a life is
this, That your poor friends must woo your company? What ! you look merrily.
Jaq. A fool, a fool!-I met a fool i'the forest, A motley fool ;-a miserable world! 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, fooi, quoth I: No, Sir, quoth he, Call me not fool, till heaven hath sent me fortune : And then he drew his dial from his poke; And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says, very wisely, It is ten o'clock : Thus may we see, quoth he, how the world wags : 'Tis but an hour agó, since it was nine ; And after an 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, sans intermission, An hour by his dial.-0 noble fool! A worthy fool! Motley's the only wear t.
Duke 8. What fool is this?
Jaq. O worthy fool !-One that hath been a cour.
Duke S. Thou shalt have one.
• Made up of discords.
+ The fool was anciently dressed in a party.co. loured coat.
Provided, that you weed your better judgments
do. Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do, but good ?
Duke S. Most mischievous foul sin, in chiding sin : For thou thyself hast been a libertine, As sensual as the brutish sting itself; And all the embossed sores, and headed evils, That thou with licence of free foot has caught, Wouldst 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? What woman in the city do I name, 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 basest function, That says, his bravery* is not on my cost, (Thinking that I mean him, but therein suits His folly to the mettle of my speech? There then; how, what then ? Let me see 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 fies, Unclaim'd of any man.-But who comes here?
Enter ORLANDO, with his sword draun. : Orl. Forbear, and eat no more.
Jaq. Why, I have eat none yet.
Orl. Nor shalt not, till necessity be served.
Jaq. Of what kind should this cock come of? Duke S. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy distress;
Or else a rude despiser of good manners,
Orl. You touch'd my vein at first; the thorny point
Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show
Till I and my affairs are answered.
Jaq. An you will not be answered with reason, I must die.
Duke S. What would you have? Your gentleness shall force,
More than your force move us to gentleness.
Orl. I almost die for food, and let me have it. Duke S. Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table.
Orl. Speak you so 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,
Under the shade of melancholy boughs,
Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time;
If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church;
If ever from your eye-lids wiped a tear,
Orl. Then, but forbear your food a little while,
Well brought up.
+ Good manners.