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 Song, as a weazel fucks eggs: more, I pr'ythee, more. Ami. My voice is rugged; I know, I cannot pleafe you. Jaq. I do not defire you to please me, I do defire you to fing; come, come, another stanzo; call you 'em ftanzo's? Ami. What you will, Monfieur Jaques. Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names, they owe mę nothing. Will you fing? Ami. More at your requeft, 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 boaft of them. Come, warble, come. SONG. Who doth ambition fhun, And loves to lie i̇th' Sun, 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. Jaq, Jaq. I'll give you a verse to this note, that I made yeflerday 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; A ftubborn will to please, Duc ad me, duc ad me, duc ad me; Here fhall 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 first-born of Egypt. Ami. And I'll go seek the Duke: his banquet is prepar❜d. [Exeunt, feverally. Adam. SCENE VI. Enter Orlando and Adam. EAR mafter, 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 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 something 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'st cheerly. C 2 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. SCENE Enter Duke Sen. and Lords Duke Sen. [Exeunt. VII. [A Table fet out. Think, he is transform'd into a beaft, 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, We shall have shortly discord in the spheres: Go, feek him; tell him, I would speak with him. 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 muft woo your company? What! you look merrily. Jaq. A fool, a fool;—I met a fool i' th' foreft, A motley fool; a miserable varlet ! As I do live by food, I met a fool, Who laid him down and bask'd him in the fun, 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 an hour ago fince it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And And then from hour to hour we rot and rot, 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, Which is as dry as the remainder bifket After a voyage, he hath ftrange places cram'd With obfervation, the which he vents In mangled forms. O that I were a fool! 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 Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I pleafe; for fo fools have; To speak my mind, and I will through and through * Seem fenfeless of the bob.] Both the Measure and the Sense dire& us to read, Not to seem fenfeless, &c. C 3 Cleanse Cleanse the foul body of th' infected world, Duke Sen. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldft Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do but good? Duke Sen. Moft mifchievous 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 fays, his bravery is not on my coft; There then; how then? what then? let me fee where in My tongue hath wrong'd him; if it do him right, But who comes here ? SCENE VIII. Entre Orlando, with Sword drawn. ORBEAR, and eat no more. Orla. Faq. Why, I have eat none yet. Orla. Nor halt thou, 'till neceffity be ferv'd. Jaq. 1 |