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Here was he merry, hearing of a long.

Duke Sen. If he, compact of jars, grow mufical,
We shall have shortly discord in the Spheres ;
Go, seek him; tell him, I would speak with him.

Enter Jaquessa
i Lord. He faves my labour by his own approach.

Duke Sen, Why, how now, Monsieur, what a life is this, That your poor friends muft woo your company vi. What! you look merrily,

Jaq. A fool, a fool; I met a fool i'ch 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, Şir, quoth he,
Call me not fool, 'till heaven hath Tent

And then he drew a dial from his poke,
And looking on it with lack-luftre

Says, very wilely, it is ten a clock :
Tous may we see, quoth he, how the world wags :
'Tis but an hour ago since it was niné,
And after one hour more 'twill be eleven;
And so 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 should be so deep contemplative :
And I did laugh, fans intermiffion,
An hour by his dial. O noble fool,
A worthy fool! motley's the only wear.

Duke Sen. What fool is this?

Faq. 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 bilket
After a voyage, he hath strange places cram'a
With observation, the which he vents
la mangled forms. O that I were a fool!

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I am ambitious for a motley coat.

Duke Sen. Thou shalt have one.

Faq. It is my only fuit;
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 w

whom I please, for so fools have;
And they that are molt gauled with my folly,
They moft must laugh: And why, Sir, mult chey fo?

The why is plain, as way to parish church;
(12) He, whom a fool doth very wisely hit,
Doth very foolishly, although he smart,
Not to seem senseless of the bob. If not,
The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd
Even by the Squandring glances of a fook,
Invet me in my motley, give me leave
To speak my mind, and I will through and through
Cleanse the foal body of th’infected world,
If they will patiently receive my medicine.
Duke Sen. Fy on thee! I can tell what thou would't do.

Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do but good ?

Duke Sen. Most mischievous foul fin, in-chiding fia:
For thou thyself haft been a libertine,
As sensual as the brutish iting itself;
And all th' embossed fores and headed evils,

That thou with licence of free foot hast caught,
Would’lt thou disgorge into the general world.

Jaq. Why, who cries out on pride,
That can therein tax any private party?

DO Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea, 'Till that the very very means do ebb? What woman in the city do I

name, (12) He, whom a fool dotó very wisely bity

Doth very forlishly, although be smara

Seem senseless of tbe bob. If not, &c.]. Besides that the ibisd verse is defective one whole foot in measure, the tenour of what Haques, continues to say, and the reasoning of the passage, thew'it is 'no less defective in the sense. There is no doubt, but the two little monde fyllables, which I have fupply'd, were either by accident wanting in the Manuscript copy, or by inadvertence, were left pull at presso 1


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When that I say, the city.woman bears
The cost of Princes on unworthy fhoulders
Who can come in, and say, that i mean her;
When such a one'as fhe, such is her neighbour?
Or what is he of baseft function,
Tha: fays, his bravery is not on my costs
Thinking, that I mean him; but therein sutes
His folly to the metal of my speech?
There then; how then? what then? let me see 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 fies
Unclaim'd of any man.

But who comes here?
Enter Orlando, with word drawn.
Orla. Forbear, and eat no more.
Jaq. Why, I have eat none yet.
Orla. Nor shalt 'not, 'till neceslity be ferv'd.
Jaq. Of what kind should this cock come of?

Duke Sen. Art thou thus bolden'd, mas, by thy diftress :
Or elle a rude defpiser of good manners,
That in civility thou seem'it so empty?

Orla.. You touch'd my vein at first; the thorny point, Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the few Of smooth civility; yet am I in-land bred, And know fome nurture : But forbear, I say : He dies, that touches any of this fruit, Till I and my affairs

are answered. Jag: If you will not Be answered with reason, I must die.

Duke Sen. What would you have your gentleness small: More than your fo:ce move us to gentleness. [force,

Orla. I almoit 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 lern commandment. But whate'er you are,
That in this desert inaccessible,
Under the shade of melancholy boughs,


Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time;
If ever you have look'd on better days;
If ever been here bells have knollid to church;
If ever fate at any good man's feast ;-
If ever from your eyelids wip'd a tear,
And know what 'tis to pity, and be pitied;
Let gentlenels my ftrong enforcement be,
In the which hope I blush, and hide my sword.

Duke Sén. True is it, that we have seen bester days ;:
And have with holy bell been knolld to church;
And sate at good men's feasts, and wip'd our eyes
Of drops, that sacred pity hath 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 weary ftep
Limp'd in pure love; 'till he be first fuffic'd,
Oppress d with two weak evils age and hunger,
I will not touch a bit.

Duke Sen.. Go find him out, .
And we will nothing waste 'till you return.
Orla. I thank ye; and be bless'd for your good com-

Duke Sen. Thou seest, we are not all alone unhappy :-
This wide and universal theatre
Presents more woeful 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 first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms :'
And then, the whining school-boy with his fatchel, .
And shining morning-face, creeping like fail
Unwillingly to school. And then, the lover;
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad


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Made to his mistress' eye-brow. Then, a soldiers
Full of trange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, fudden and quick in quarrel;
Seeking the bubble reputation and
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then. the justice
In fair round: belly, with good capon-lin'd, 19
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cute n?'
Full of wife faws (1.3) and modern instances,
And so he plays his part. The fixth age shifţs,
Into the lean and Nipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose, and pouch on fide;
His youthful hose well sav’d, a world too wide.
For his shrunk fhank; and his big manly voice,
Turniog again toward childish treble, pipes,
And whistles in his found. Last scene of all, u
That ends this, Itrange eventful history, : ;
Is second childishness, and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, fans tafte, fans every thing.

Enter Orlando, with Adam.
Duke Sen. Welcome: Set down your venerable burden,
And let him feed.

Orla. I'thank you most for him,
Adam. So had you need,
I scarce can speak to thank you for myself

Duke. Sen. Welcome, fall to : I will not trouble you,
As yet to question you about your fortunes.
Give us some mufick; and, good cousin, fing.

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

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

Alcho' thy breath be rude. (13)

-- and modern instances,] It is very observable that; Shakespiare usus modion exactly in the mai.ner the Greeks used xasvès ;, which tgnifiez sometimes in their writings novus, recens; and some times aljurdas,

Mr. Warburton.

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