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Rof. I pray thee, if it ftand with honesty,
Cor. Affuredly, 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 fuddenly. [Exeunt.
SCENE V. Changes to a defart part of the forest. Enter Amiens, Jaques, and others.
Under the greenwood-tree,
Come hither, come hither, come hither!
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 fong, as a weazel fuck's eggs : more, I pr'ythee, more.
Ami. My voice is rugged; I know I cannot please you.
Faq. "I do not defire you to please me, I do defire cc you to fing;" come, come, another stanzo; call you 'em ftanzo's ?
Ami. What you will, Monfieur, 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 2x1.
me heartily, methinks I have given him a penny, and he renders me the beggarly thanks. Come, fing; and you that will not, hold your tongues.
Ami. Well, I'll end the fong, Sirs; cover the while; the Duke will dine under this tree; he hath been all this day to look you. 14
Jaq. And I have been all this day to avoid him. He is too difputable 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. ⠀
Who doth ambition fhun,
Jaq. I'll give you a verse to this note, that I made yelterday in defpight of my invention.
Here fhall he fee
But winter and rough weather.
Ami. And I'll fing it.
Ami. What's that Duc ad me?
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 first-born of Egypt.
Ami. And I'll go feck the Duke; his banquet is prepar'd, [Exeunt, feverally. SCENE VI. Enter Orlando and Adam.
Adam. Dear master, I can go no further; O, I die
for food! here lie I down, and meafure out my grave. Farewel, kind mafter.
Orla. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee live a little; comfort a little; cheer thyfelf 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 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'ft cheerly. And I'll be with thee 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 defart. Cheerly, good Adam. [Exeunt.
Enter Duke fen. and Lords.
[A table fet out. Duke fen. I think he is 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, hearing of a fong.
Duke fen. If he, compact of jars, grow mufical,
1 Lord. He faves my labour by his own approach. Duke fen. 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' forest,
Who laid him down and bafk'd him in the fun,
Good morrow, fool, quoth I: No, Sir, quoth he,
And then he drew a dial from his poak, And looking on it with lack-luftre eye, Says, very wifely, It is ten o'clock: Thus may we fee, quoth he, how the world wags 'Tis but an hour ago fince it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And fo 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 fhould be fo deep contemplative: And I did laugh, fans intermiffion, An hour by his dial. O noble fool,
A worthy fool! motley's the only wear.
Jaq. "Oworthy fool! one that hath been a courtier. "And fays, 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-bifket
"After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd "With obfervation, the which he vents
“In mangled forms. O that I were a fool! I am ambitious for a motley coat.
Duke fen. Thou fhalt have one.
Provided that you weed your better judgments
Withal, as large a charter as the wind, "To blow on whom I pleafe; for fo fools have; "And they that are moft galled with my folly, "They moft muft laugh. And why, Sir, muft they fo? "The why is plain, as way to parish-church; "He whom a fool doth yery wifely hit, "Doth very foolishly although he smart, "Not to feem fenfelefs of the bob. If not, "The wife man's folly is anatomiz'd "Even by the fquand'ring glances of a fool. Inveft me in my motley, give me leave To fpeak my mind, and I will through and through Cleanfe the foul body of th' infected world,
If they will patiently receive my medicine.th on Duke fen. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst do.
Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do but good?
And all th' emboffed fores and headed evils,
'Till that the very very means do ebb?
"That fays, 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 goofe, flies "Unclaim'd of any man. But who comes here ?
SCENE VIII. Enter Orlando, with his fword drawn.
Orla. Forbear, and eat no more.
Jaq. Why, I have eat none yet.
Orla. Nor fhalt thou, till neceffity be ferv'd.
Orla. You touch'd my vein at first; the thorny point