Here was he merry, hearing of a fong.

Duke Sen. If he, compact of jars, grow mufical,
We fhall have shortly difcord in the fpheres:
Go, feek him; tell him, I would fpeak with him.
asd Enter Jaques,

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life is this

1 Lord. He faves my labour by his own approach. Duke Sen, Why, how now, Monfieur, what a life That your poor friends must woo your company? What! you look merrily.

Jaq. A fool, a fool;I met a fool i'th foreft, 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,
And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms,
In good fet terms, and yet a motley fool.

Good morrow, fool, quoth I: No, Sir, quoth he,
Call me not fool, 'till heaven hath fent me fortune;
And then he drew a dial from his poke,,oods and
And looking on it with lack-luftre eye,.

Says, very wifely, it is ten a clock:

Thus may we fee, quoth he, how the world, wags:"
'Tis but hour ago fince it was nine,

And after one hour more 'twill be eleven;
And fo 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 fhould be fo 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, t

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 bisket

After a voyage, he hath ftrange places cram'd
With obfervation, the which he vents
In mangled forms. O that I were a fool!

ジ

I am ambitious for a motley coat.
Duke Sen. Thou shalt have one.

Jaq. It is my only fuit;

Provided, that you weed your better judgments

Of all opinion, that grows rank in them,
That I am wife. 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 moft gauled with my folly,

They moft must laugh: And why, Sir, muft they fo?
The why is plain, as way to parish church;
(12) He, whom a fool doth very wifely hit,
Doth very foolishly, although he fmart,
Not to feem fenfelefs of the bob. If not,
The wife man's folly is anatomiz'd
Even by the fquandring glances of a fool.
Inveft me in my motley, give me leave

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To fpeak my mind, and I will through and through
Cleanse the foul body of th' infected world,
If they will patiently receive my medicine.

Duke Sen. Fy on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst do.. Faq. What, for a counter, would I do but good? Duke Sen. Moft mischievous foul fin, in chiding fin: For thou thyself haft been a libertine,

As fenfual as the brutish fting itself;

And all th' emboffed fores and headed evils,
That thou with licence of free foot haft caught,
Would't thou difgorge into the general world.
Jaq. Why, who cries out on pride,
That can therein tax any private party?
Doth it not flow as hugely as the fea,
'Till that the very very means do ebb?
What woman in the city do I name,,

(12) He, whom a fool doth very wifely bit,

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Doth very forlifbly, although be smart, Seem fenfeless of the bob. If not, &c.] Befides that the third verfe is defective one whole foot in meafure, the tenour of what Jaques continues to fay, and the reafoning of the paffage, fhew it is no lefs defective in the fenfe. There is no doubt, but the two little mono fyllables, which I have fupply'd, were either by accident wanting in the Manufcript copy, or by inadvertence, were left put at press. When

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When that I fay, the city-woman bears
The cost of Princes on unworthy fhoulders ?>
Who can come in, and fay, that I mean her;
When fuch a one as fhe, fuch is her neighbour P
Or what is he of bafeft function,

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,.
Then he hath wrong'd himfelf; if he be free,
Why, then my taxing, like a wild goofe flies
Unclaim'd of any man. But who comes here ?

Enter Orlando, with fword drawn.

Orla. Forbear, and eat no more.
faq. Why, I have eat none yet.

Orla. Nor fhalt not, 'till neceffity be ferv'd.
Jaq. Of what kind should this cock come of?

Duke Sen. Art thou thus bolden'd, mas, by thy distress ?

Or else a rude defpifer of good manners,

That in civility thou seem'ft fo empty ?

Orla. You touch'd my vein at firft; the thorny point Of bare diftrefs hath ta'en from me the fhew

Of fmooth 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.

Jaq. If you will not

Be answered with reafon, I must die.

Duke Sen. What would you have? your gentleness fhall:

More than your force move us to gentleness.

[force, 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 ;. I thought, that all things had been favage here;

And therefore put I on the countenance

Of tern commandment. But whate'er you are,
That in this defert inacceffible,

Under the shade of melancholy boughs,

Lofe

Lofe 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 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 gentlenets my ftrong enforcement be,.
In the which hope I blush, and hide my fword.
Duke Sen. True is it, that we have feen better days;
And have with holy bell been knoll'd to church;
And fate at good men's feafts, and wip'd our eyes
Of drops, that facred pity hath engender'd:..
And therefore fit you down in gentlenefs,
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 firft fuffic'd,
Opprefs'd with two weak evils age and hunger,.
I will not touch a bit.

Duke Sen. Go find him out,

And we will nothing wafte 'till you return.

Orla. I thank ye; and be blefs'd for your good com

fort!

[Exit

Duke Sen. Thou feeft, we are not all alone unhappy :This wide and univerfal theatre

Prefents more woeful pageants, than the scene-
Wherein we play in.

Faq. All the world's a flage,

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 feven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurfe's arms:

And then, the whining school-boy with his fatchel,
And fhining morning-face, creeping like fail
Unwillingly to fchool. And then, the lover;
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad

Made

Made to his miftrefs' eye-brow. Then, a foldiers:
Full of ftrange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, fudden and quick in quarrel;
Seeking the bubble reputation

Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the juftice-
In fair round, belly, with good capon-lin'd,
With eyes fevere, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wife faws (13) and modern instances,
And fo he plays his part. The fixth age shifts,
Into the lean and flipper'd pantaloon,
With fpectacles on nofe, and pouch on fide;
His youthful hofe well fav'd, a world too wide
For his fhrunk fhank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes,
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this ftrange eventful history,
Is fecond childishness, and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, fans eyes, fans tafte, fans every thing.
Enter Orlando, with Adam.

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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 fcat Sen.. Welcome, fall to: I will not trouble you,

can fpeak to thank you for myfelf,

Duke

As yet to question you about your fortunes.
Give us fome mufick; and, good coufin, fing.

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Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not fo unkind.

As man's ingratitude;

Thy tooth is not fo keen,
Because thou art not feen,
Altho' thy breath be rade.

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Shakespeare ufes modern exactly in the manner the
which fgnifica fometimes in their writings novus,

times aljurdus.

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obfervable that Greeks useď xawòç ; recens; and fomeMr. Warburton.