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

Jaq. If you will not
Be answered with reason, I must die.
Duke sen. What would you have? Your gentleness

shall force, More than your force moves us to gentleness.

Orla. I almost die for food, and let me have 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 favage here; And therefore put I on the countenance Of stern commandment But whate'er you are,

That in this desart inaccessible, • Under the Thades of melancholy boughs, · Lose and neglect 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 blush, and hide my sword.

Duke sen. True is it that we have seen better days; And have with holy bell been knollid to church; And fat 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 go to find my fawn,
And give it food. There is an old poor man,
Who after me hath many a wcary step
Limp'd in pure love , till he be first fullice'd,
Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger,
I will not touch a bit.

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

Orla.

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Orla. I thank ye ; and be bless'd for your good comfort!

[Exit. S. CE NE IX. Duke for. Thou seeit, 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 firit the infant, • Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. · And then the whining school-boy, with his fatchel, * And thining 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 canon'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 faws and modern instances, And so he plays his part. The fixth age

shifts • Into the lean and flipper'd pantaloon, • With spectacles on nose, and pouch on fide ; • His youthful hose well sav’d, a world too wide

For his shrunk thank; 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 second childishness, and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, fans eyes, fans taste, sans every thing.

SCENE X. Enter Orlando, with Adam. Duke fen. Welcome : set down your venerable burAnd let him feed.

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

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I scarce can speak to thank you for myself.

Duke fen. Welcome, fall to : I will not trouble you,
As yet to question you about your fortunes.
Give us some music: and, good cousin, sing.

SON G.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind

As man's ingratitude ;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not sheen,

Altho' thy breath be rude.
Heigh bo! Jing, heigh bo! unto the green holly ;
Most friendship is feigning ; most loving inere folly.

Then heigh ho, the holly!

This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh

As benefits forgot :
Tho'thou the waters warp,
Thy fting is not so sharp

As friend remember'd not.
Heigh ho! sing, &c.
Duke fen. If that you were the good Sir Rowland's

son,
As you have whisper'd faithfully you were,
And as mine eye doth his effigies witness,
Most truly limn'd, and living in your face,
Be truly welcome hither. I'm the Duke,
That lov'd

your father. The residue of your fortune Go to my cave and tell me.

Good old man,
Thou art right welcome, as thy maiter is ;
Support him by the arm; give me your hand,
And let me all your fortunes understand. [Exeunt
A C T III. S CE N E I.

The palace.
Enter Duke, Lords, and Oliver,
OT see him since? Sir, Sir, that cannot be:
But were I not the better part made mercy,

I should

Duke. N

I should not seek an absent argument
Of my revenge, thou present: but look to it;
Find out thy brother, wherefoe'er he is;
Seek him with candle; bring him dead or living,
Within this twelvemonth; or turn thou no more
To feek a living in our territory.
Thy lands and all things that thou dost call thine,
Worth seizure, do we seize into our hands;
Till thou canst quit thee by thy brother's mouth,
Of what we think against thee.

Oli. Oh that your Highness knew my heart in this: I never lov'd

my
brother in my

life. Duke More villain thou. Well, push him out of

doors : And let my officers of such a nature Make an extent upon his house and lands : Do this expediently, and turn him going. [Exeunt, SCENE II. Changes to the foreft.

Enter Orlando. Orla. Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love? And thou thrice-crowned queen of night survey, With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above,

Thy huntress' name that my full life doth fway, O Rosalind ! these trees shall be my books,

And in their barks my thoughts I'll character ; That every eye

which in this forest looks, Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where. Run, run, Orlando, carve, on every tree, The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. [Exit.

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SCENE III. Enter Corin and Clown. Cor. And how like you this ihepherd's life, Mr. Touchstone ?

Trnly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life ; but in respect it is a shepherd's life, “ it is naught. In respect that it is folitary, I like it

very well; but in respect that it is private, it is a very

vile life. Now, in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious. As it is a spare life, look you,

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“ it fits my humour well; but as there is no more “ plenty in it, it goes much against my stomach. Halt

any philosophy in thee, shepherd ?

Cor. “ No more, but that I know, the more one fic“ kens, the worse at ease he is; and that he that

wants money, means, and content, is without three

good friends : that the property of rain is to wet, " and fire to burn; that good pasture makes fat sheep; se and that a great cause of the night, is lack of the

and that he that hạth learned no wit by nature nor art, may complain of gross breeding, or comes " of a very dull kindred.

Clo. Such a one is a natural philosopher, Wast ever in court, thepherd ?

Cor. No, truly,
Clo. Then thou art damn'd.
Cor. Nay, I hope

Clo. Truly thou art damn’d, like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side.

Cor. For not being at court? Your reason.

Clo. Why, if thou never wast at court, thou never saw'st good manners; if thou never faw'st good manners, then thy manners must be wicked; and wickednefs is sin, and sin is damnation : thou art in a parlous state, shepherd.

Cor. Not a whit, Touchstone: those that are good manners at the court, are as ridiculous in the country, as the behaviour of the country is most mockable at the court. You told me, you falute not at the court, but you kiss your hands; that courtesy would be uncleanly if courtiers were shepherds.

Clo. Instance, briefly ; come, instance. Cor. Why, we are still handling our ewes; and their fels, you know, are greasy.

Clo. Why, do not your courtiers hands sweat? and is not the grease of a mutton as wholesome as the sweat of a man? Shallow, shallow; a better instance, I say: come.

Cor. Besides, our hands are hard.

Clo. Your lips will feel them the sooner. Shallow
again: a more founder instance, come.
Cor. And they are often tarr'd over with the surgery
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