ROS. I pray thee, if it stand with honesty,
Buy thou the cottage, pailure, and the flock,
And thou thalt have to pay for it of us.

Cel. And we will mend thy wages.
I like this place, and willingly could waste
Niy time in it.

Cor. Afsuredly, the thing is to be fold;
Go with me; if you like, upon report,
The foil, the profit, and this kind of life,
I will your very faithful feeder be;
And buy it with your gold right suddenly. [Exeunt.
SCENE V. Changes to a desart part of the forest.
Enter Amiens, Jaques, and others.

Under the greenwood-tree,
Who loves to lie with me,
Ani tune his merry note,
Unto the sweet birds throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither!

Here shall be fee

No enemy, But winter and rough weather. Jaq. More, more, I pr’ythee, more. Ami. It will make you melancholy, Monfieur Jaques.

Jaq. I thank it; more, I pr’ythee, more; I can fuck melancholy out of a long, as a weazel fuck's eggs : more, I pr’ythee, more.

Ami. My voice is rugged; I know I cannot please you.

Jaq. “ I do not desire you to please me, I do desire

you to fing;” come, come, another stanzo; call you 'em stanzo's?

Ami. What you will, Monsieur, Jaques.

Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names, they owe me nothing.

Will you fing? 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 compliments, is like the encounter of two dog-apes. And when a man thanks

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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, I'll end the song, Sirs; cover the while; the Duke will dine 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 disputable for my company : I think of as many matters as he, but I give Heav'n thanks, and make no boast of them. Come, warble, come.

S O N G.
Who doth ambition mun,
And loves to lie i'th' fun,
Seeking the food he eats,
And pleas'd with what he gets ;
Come hither, come hither, some hither ;

Here shall he fee

No enemy

But winter and rough weather. Jaq. I'll give you a verse to this note, that I made yelterday 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,
Duc ad me, duc ad me, duc ad me ;

Here Mall he fee

Gross fools as he, . An if he will come to me. Ami. What's that Duç 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 seck' the Duke; his banquet is prepar'd.

[Exeunt, feverally. SCENE VI. Enter Orlando and Adam.. Adam. Dear master, I can go no further; 0, I die Vol. II. HI


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for food ! here lie I down, and measure out my grave. Farewel, lind maiter.

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 savage, I will either be food for it, or bring it for food to thee : thy conceit is nearer deaih, 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 eat, I'll give thee leave to die. But if thou dieit 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 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.



Enter Duke sen. and Lords. [A table set out. Duke fen. 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 fong.

Duke fen. If he, compact of jars, grow musical,
We shall have shortly discord in the ipheres :
Go, seek him ; tell him, I would speak with him.

Enter Jaques.
1 Lord. He saves my labour by his own approach.
Duke fen. Why, how now, Monfieur, 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 fcol i' th' forest, A motely fool; a miserably varlet ! As I do live by food, I met a fool, Who laid him down and bask'd him in the fun, And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms, In good fet terms, and yet a motely fool. • Good morrow, fool, quoth 1: No, Sir, quoth he, Call me not fool, till Heavon 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 see, quoth he, how the world wagsi " '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 fen. What fool is this?

fag.“ 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 cramm'd “ With observation, the which he vents In mangled forms. O that I were a fool ! I am ambitious for a motley coat.

Duke fen. Thou shalt have one.

Jaq. It is my only suit;
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 why, Sir, mult 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, “ Not to feem senseless of the bob. If not, “ The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd Even by the fquand'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, Hh 2


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If they will patiently receive my medicine."').

! Duke sen. Fie on thee ! I can tell what thou wouldit

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

Duke fen. Most mischievous foul fin, in chiding fin: For thou thyself hast been a libertine, As fenfual as the brutish sting itself; And all th' embossed fores and headed evils, That thou with licence of free foot haft caught, Wouldlt thou disgorge into the general worid.

Jaq. “ Why, who cries oừt 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 urworthy shoulders ? “ Who can come in, and say, that I mean her ; " When such a one as she, such is her neighbour? os Or what is he of baseit function, “ That says, his bravery is not on my cost;

Thinking, that I mean him; but therein fuits “ 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 neceffity be serv'd.,
Jaq. Of what kind should this cock come of ? :

Duke fen. Art thou thus boldend, man, by thy difOr 'else a rude despiser of good manners,

[tress? That in civility thou seem'st so empty?

Orla. You touch'd my vein at first; the thorny point Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the shew Of smooth civility; yet am I in-land bred, And know some nurture. But forbear, I say.



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