Rof. I pray thee, if it ftand with honesty, Buy thou the cottage, paure, and the flock, And thou fhalt have to pay for it of us. Cel. And we will mend thy wages. I like this place, and willingly could waste Gor. Affuredly, the thing is to be fold; And buy it with your gold right suddenly. [Exeunt. SCENE V. Changes to a defart part of the forest. Enter Amiens, Jaques, and others. SONG. Under the greenwood-tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note, Unto the feet birds throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall he 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 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 you to fing;" come, come, another ftanzo; 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 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. 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. SO N G. Who doth ambition fhun, And loves to lie i' th' fun, Seeking the food he eats, And pleas'd with what he gets; Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here fhall he fee No enemy But winter and rough weather. 1 Jaq. I'll give you a verse to this note, that I made yelterday in defpight of my invention. Ami. And I'll fing it. Jaq. Thus it goes, If it do come to pass, That any man turn afs; Leaving his wealth and eafe A ftubborn will to pleafe, Duc ad me, duc ad me, duc ad me; Here hall he fee Grofs fools as he, An if he will come to me. 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 firft-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 VOL. II. H h for for food! here lie I down, and meafure out my grave. Farewel, kind master. Orla. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee live a little; comfort a little; cheer thyfelf a little. If this uncouth foreft 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 shelter, and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this defart. Cheerly, good Adam. [Exeunt. SCENE Enter Duke fen. and Lords. VII. [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. I Lord. My Lord, he is but even now gone Here was he merry, hearing of a fong. hence. Duke fen. If he, compact of jars, grow mufical, Enter Jaques. 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' foreft, As I do live by food, I met a fool, Who laid him down and bafk'd him in the fun, In good fet terms, and yet a motely fool. • Good morrow, fool, quoth I: No, Sir, quoth he, Call me not fool, till Heaven hath fent me fortune; And And then he drew a dial from his poak, Thus may we fee, quoth he, how the world wags: An hour by his dial. O noble fool, Jag. "O worthy 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 Duke fen. Thou shalt 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, must 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. Duke fen. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst do. Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do but good? Duke fen. Molt mifchievous foul fin, in chiding fin: For thou thyfelf haft been a libertine, As fenfual as the brutish fting itself; And all th' emboffed fores and headed evils, Who can come in, and say, that I mean her; "When such a one as fhe, fuch is her neighbour? "Or what is he of bafeft function, "That fays, his bravery is not on my coft; 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. Duke fen. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy dif Or elfe a rude defpifer of good manners, That in civility thou feem'ft fo empty? [trefs? Orla. You touch'd my vein at first; the thorny point Of bare diftrefs hath ta'en from me the fhew Of smooth civility; yet am I in-land bred, He |