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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 fhanks, and make no boast of them. Come, warble, come.
Here fall he fee
But winter and rough weather. Yaq. 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,
any man turn ass ;
Here shall be see
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 feek 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 dieft before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well faid, thou look'it cheerly. And I'll be with thee quickly; yet thou liest in the bleak air. Come, I will bear thee to some fhelter, and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this Defart. 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 Here was he merry, hearing of a Song.
Duke Sen. If he, compact of jars, grow musical,
Enter Jaques. i Lord. He saves my labour by his own approach. Duke Sen. Why, how now, Monsieur, what a life is
this, your poor
friends must woo your company ? What! you look merrily.
Jag. 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 ;
since it was nine,
Duke Sen. What fool is this?
Jaq. O worthy fool! one that hath been a Courtier, And says, if ladies be but
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 so fools have ; And they that are most gauled with my folly, They most mult laugh : and why, Sir, muit they fo? The why is plain, as way to parish church; (6) He, whom a fool doth very wisely hit,
(6) He, whom a Fool doth very wisely hit,
Doth very foolishly, although he smart,
do, Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do but good?
Duke Sen. Most mischievous foul sin, in chiding fina For thou thy self haft been a libertine, As sensual as the brutish fting it self; And all th'embossed fores and headed evils, That thou with licence of free foot haft caught, Would'st thou disgorge 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 Sea, 'Till that the very very means do ebb? What woman in the city do I name, When that I say, the city-woman bears The coit of Princes on unworthy shoulders ? Who can come in, and say, that I mean her ; When such a one as she, such is her neighbour ? Or what is he of baseft function, That says, his bravery is not on my cost; Thinking, that I mean him; but therein futes His folly to the metal of my fpeech? There then ; how then? what then ? let me fee wherein My tongue hath wrong'd him; if it do him right,
Seem senseless of the bob, if not, &c.] Befides that the third Verse is defective one whole Foot in Measure, the Tenour of what Jaques continues to say, and the Reasoning of the Pasfage, shew it is no lefs defective in the Sense. There is no doubt, but the two little Monofyllables, which I have supply'd, were either by Accident wanting in the Manufeript Copy, or by Inadvertence were left out at Profsa
Then he hath wrong'd himself; if he be free,
But who comes here?
trefs Or else a rude despiser of good manners, That in civility thou seem 't so empty?
Orla. You touch'd my vein at first'; the thorny point Of bare distress hath ta’en from me the shew Of smooth civility ; yet am I in-land bred, And know some nurture: but ferbear, I say : He dies, that touches any of this fruit, 'Till I and
affairs are answered. Jaq. If you will not Be answered with reason, I must die. Duke Sen. What would you have? Your gentleness
Orla. I almost die for food, and let me have it.
I on the countenance