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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 ON G.
Here fall he fee
But winter and rough weather. Faq. I'll give you a verse to this note, that I made yesterday in despight of my invention.
Ami. And I'll sing it.
If it do come to pass,
Here shall be fee
Gross fools as he,
An if he will come to 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 againit all the first born of Egypt.
Ami. And I'll go seek the Duke: his banquet is prepar'd.
[Exeunt, severally. Enter Orlando and Adam. Adam. Dear master, I can go no further ; O, I die
for food! here lie I down, and measure out my grave. Farewel, kind master.
Orla. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee? live a little ; comfort a little ; cheer thy self 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 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 cheerly. And I'll be with thee quickly ; yet thou lieft 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 Sen. 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 Song.
Duke Sen. If he, compact of jars, grow musical,
this, That your poor friends must woo your company? What! you look merrily.
Jaq. A fool, a fool; I met a fool i'th' 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, fool, quoth I: No, Sir, quoth he,
Call me not fool, 'till heaven hath sent me fortune ;
Duke Sen. What fool is this?
Jaq. 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 cram'd With observation, the which he vents In mangled forms. O that I were a fool!
ambitious for a motley coat. Duke Sen. 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 fo fools have ; And they that are most gauled with my folly, They moft muft laugh : and why, Sir, mult they fo? The why is plain, as way to parish church; (6) He, whom a fool doth very wisely hit,
Doth very foolishly, although he smart,
Duke Sen. Most mischievous foul fin, in chiding sin:
Jaq. Why, who cries out on pride,
That says, his bravery is not on my cost;
Seem Senseless of the bob. If not, &c.] Belides that the third Verse is defe&tive one whole Foot in Measure, the Tenour of what Jaques continues to say, and the Reasoning of the Para fage, few it is no less defective in the Seuse. There is no doubt, but the two little Monosyllables, which I have supply'd, were either by Accident wanting in the Manufcript Copy, or by Inadvertence were left out at Pressa
Then he hath wrong'd himself; if he be free,
But who comes here?
Orla. You touch'd my vein at first; the thorny point Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the fhew Of smooth civility ; yet am I in-land bred, And know some nurture: but forbear, I say: 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 gentleners
Orla. I almost die for food, and let me have it.