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 boaft of them. Come, warble, come. SONG. Who doth ambition shun, And loves to lye i'th' Sun, And pleas'd with what he gets ; Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here fhall he fee No enemy, But winter and rough weather. Jaq. I'll give you a verfe to this note, that I made yesterday in defpight of my invention. Ami. And I'll fing it. Jaq. Thus it goes. If it do come to pass, Grofs fools as he, An if he will come to me. Ami. What's that's ducdame? Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle. I'll go to fleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll raik against all the first-born of Egypt. Ami. And I'll go feek the Duke: his banquet is pre[Exeunt, feverally. par'd. Enter Orlando and Adam. Adam. Dear mafter, I can go no further; O, I die N 2 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 thy felf 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 diest 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 lieft in the bleak air. Come, I will bear thee to fome fhelter, and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this Defart. Cheerly, good Adam. [Exeunt. [A Table fet out. Enter Duke Sen. and Lords. Duke Sen. 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 Song. Duke Sen. If he, compact of jars, grow mufical, Enter Jaques. 1 Lord. He faves my labour by his own approach. Duke Sen. 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, A motley fool; a miferable world! ¡ As I do live by food, I met a fool, Who laid him down and bask'd him in the fun, Good morrow, fool, quoth I: No, Sir, quoth he, Call wags: Call me not fool, 'till heaven hath fent me fortune; Jaq. 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, After a voyage, he hath ftrange places cram'd In mangled forms. O that I were a fool! I am ambitious for a motley coat. Duke Sen. Thou fhalt have one. Provided, that you weed your better judgments Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please; for fo fools have; They most must laugh: and why, Sir, muft they fo? (6) He, whom a Fool doth very wifely hit, N 3 Doth Seem Doth very foolishly, although he smart, If not, Even by the fquandring glances of a fool. To fpeak my mind, and I will through and through If they will patiently receive my medicine. Duke Sen. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst do. Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do but good? Duke Sen. Moft mifchievous foul fin, in chiding fin: For thou thy felf hast been a libertine, As fenfual as the brutish fting it felf; And all th' emboffed fores and headed evils, That fays, his bravery is not on my coft; Thinking, that I mean him; but therein futes 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, Seem fenfelefs of the bob. If not, &c.] Befides that the third Verfe is defective one whole Foot in Measure, the Tenour of what Jaques continues to fay, and the Reasoning of the Paffage, fhew it is no lefs defective in the Seufe. There is no doubt, but the two little Monofyllables, which I have supply'd, were either by Accident wanting in the Manufcript Copy, or by Inadvertence were left out at Press. Then Then he hath wrong'd himself; if he be free, But who comes here? Enter Orlando, with Sword drawn. Orla. Forbear, and eat no more. Jaq. Why, I have eat none yet. Orla. Nor fhalt thou, 'till neceffity be ferv'd. Faq. Of what kind fhould this Cock come of? Or elfe a rude defpifer of good manners, Orla. You touch'd my vein at firft; the thorny point Of bare diftress hath ta'en from me the fhew Of smooth civility; yet am I in-land bred, And know fome nurture: but forbear, I fay: Jaq. If you will not Be anfwered with reason, I muft die. Duke Sen. What would you have? Your gentleness fhall force, More than your force move us to gentleness. Orla. I almoft 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; Of stern commandment. But whate'er you are, Under the fhade of melancholy boughs, Lofe and neglect the creeping hours of time; If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church; |