Adam. What! my young mafter?-Oh, my gentle Oh, my sweet mafter, O you memory

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[I'll do the fervice of a younger man

In all your business and neceffities.

[appears

Orla. Oh good old man! how well in thee
The conftant fervice of the antique world,
When service sweat for duty, not for meed!
Thou art not for the fashion of these times,
Where none will sweat but for promotion;
And having that, do choak their service up
Even with the having 4: it is not fo with thee.
But, poor old man, thou prun'st a rotten tree,
That cannot fo much as a bloffom yield,
In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry :
But come thy ways, we'll go along together;
And ere we have thy youthful wages spent,
15 We'll light upon fome fettled low content.

Of old fir Rowland! why, what make you here?
Why are you virtuous? Why do people love you?
And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and valiant? 10
Why would you be fo fond to overcome
The bony prifer of the humourous duke?
Your praise is come too fwiftly home before you.
Know you not, mafter, to fome kind of men,
Their graces ferve them but as enemies?
No more do yours; your virtues, gentle mafter,
Are fanctified and holy traitors to you.
Oh, what a world is this, when what is comely
Envenoms him that bears it!

Orla. Why, what's the matter?
Adam. O unhappy youth,

Come not within thefe doors; within this roof
The enemy of all your graces lives:

Your brother-(no, no brother; yet the fon-
Yet not the fon ;-I will not call him fon-
Of him I was about to call his father)
Hath heard your praises; and this night he means
To burn the lodging where you use to lie,
And you within it: if he fail of that,

He will have other means to cut you off:

I overheard him, and his practices.

This is no place 2, this house is but a butchery;
Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it.

Qrla. Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have

Adam. Mafter, go on; and I will follow thee,
To the laft gafp, with truth and loyalty.————
From feventeen years till now almost fourscore
Here lived I, but now live here no more.
20 At feventeen years many their fortunes feek;
But at fourfcore, it is too late a week:
Yet fortune cannot recompenfe me better,
Than to die well, and not my master's debtor. [Ex.
SCENE IV.

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Or, with a base and boisterous fword, enforce
A thievish living on the common road!
This I must do, or know not what to do:
Yet this I will not do, do how I can;
I rather will fubject me to the malice
Of a diverted 3 blood, and bloody brother.
Adam. But do not fo: I have five hundred crowns, 45
The thrifty hire I fav'd under your father,
Which I did store, to be my foster-nurse,
When fervice fhould in my old limbs lie lame,
And unregarded age in corners thrown;
Take that and He that doth the ravens feed,
Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,
Be comfort to my age! Here is the gold;
All this I give you: Let me be your fervant;
Though I look old, yet I am strong and lufty:
For in my youth I never did apply
Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood;
Nor did not with unbafhful forehead woo

The means of weakness and debility;

Therefore my age is as a lufty winter,

Frosty, but kindly let me go with you;

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Rof. O Jupiter! how weary are my spirits! Clo. I care not for my fpirits, if my legs were not weary.

Rof. I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel, and cry like a woman: but I must comfort the weaker veffel, as doublet and hofe ought to fhow itself courageous to petticoat; therefore, courage, good Aliena.

Cel. I pray you, bear with me; I can go no further.

Clo. For my part, I had rather bear with you, than bear you: yet I fhould bear no crofs 5, if I did bear you; for, I think you have no money in your purse.

Ref. Well, this is the foreft of Arden.

Clo. Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I when I was at home, I was in a better place: but travellers must be content.

Ref. Ay, be fo, good Touchstone :-Look you, who comes here; a young man, and an old, in folemn talk.

• Memory is here put for memorial. 2 Place here means a manfion or refidence. 3 That is, blood turned out of the course of nature. 4 Having here means poffeffion, 5 A crofs was a piece of money stamped

with a crofs.

How

How many actions most ridiculous
Haft thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?
Cor. Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
Sil. O, thou didst then ne'er love fo heartily:
If thou remember'ft not the flightest folly
That ever love did make thee run into,
Thou haft not lov'd:

Or if thou haft not fat as I do now,
Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress' praife,
Thou haft not lov'd:

Or if thou haft not broke from company,
Abruptly, as my paffion now makes me,
Thou haft not lov'd:-O Phebe, Phebe, Phebe!
[Exit Silvius.

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By reafon of his abfence, there is nothing
That you will feed on; but what is, come fee,
And in my voice moft welcome shall you be.
Rof. What is he, that shall buy his flock and
pasture?

Cor. That young fwain, that you faw here but
erewhile,

That little cares for buying any thing.

Rof. I pray thee, if it ftand with honesty, 10 Buy thou the cottage, pafture, and the flock, And thou fhalt have to pay for it of us.

Ref. Alas, poor fhepherd! fearching of thy wound, 15 I have by hard adventure found mine own.

Clo. And I mine: I remember, when I was in love, I broke my fword upon a stone, and bid him take that for coming o' nights to Jane Smile: and I remember the kiffing of her battlet', and the 20 cow's dugs that her pretty chopp'd hands had milk'd: and I remember the wooing of a peafcod inftead of her; from whom I took two cods 2, and, giving her them again, faid with weeping tears, Wear th fe for my fake. We, that are true 25 lovers, run into ftrange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, fo is all nature in love mortal 3 in folly. Ref. Thou speak'st wiser, than thou art 'ware of. Clo. Nay, I fhall ne'er be aware of mine own wit, till I break my shins against it.

Ref. Jove! Jove! this fhepherd's paffion is much upon my fashion.

Clo. And mine; but it grows fomething ftale with me.

Cel. I pray you, one of you question yon man, If he for gold will give us any food;

I faint almoft to death.

Clo. Holla; you, clown!

Rof. Peace, fool; he's not thy kinsman.
Cor. Who calls?

Cls. Your betters, fir.

Cor. Elfe they are very wretched.

Ref. Peace, I fay :-Good even to you, friend.
Cor. And to you, gentle fir, and to you all.
Raf. I pr'ythee, fhepherd, if that love, or gold,
Can in this defert place buy entertainment,
Bring us where we may reft ourselves, and feed:
Here's a young maid with travel much opprefs'd,
And faints for fuccour.

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Cel. And we will mend thy wages: I like this place,
And willingly could waste my time in it.

Cor. Affuredly, the thing is to be fold:
Go with me; if you like, upon report,
The foil, the profit, and this kind of life,
I will your very faithful feeder be,

And buy it with your gold right suddenly. [Exeunt.
SCENE

V.

Enter Amiens, Jaques, and others.

S O N G.

Ami. Under the greenwood tree,
Who loves to lie with me,

And tune bis merry note

Unto the fweet bird's throat,

Come bitber, come bitber, come bither;

Here fhall be fee

No enemy,

But winter and rough weather.

Faq. More, more, I pr'ythee, more.

Ami. It will make you melancholy, monfieur Jaques.

35 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 please you.

40 Jaq. I do not defire you to please me, I do defirs you to fing: Come, more; another stanza; Call you 'em ftanzas ?

Ami. What you will, monfieur Jaques. Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names; they owe 45me nothing: Will you fing?

Ami. More at your request, than to please myself. Jaq. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you: but that they call compliment, is like the encounter of two dog-apes; and when a man 50thanks 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 55 while; the duke will drink under this tree:-he hath been all this day to look you.

Faq. 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 heaven 2 Perfoods is a term

1 An instrument with which washer-women beat their coarse cloaths.

fill in ufe in Staffordshire for peas as they are brought to market. 3 That is, abundant in folly. In fome counties, mortal, from mort, a great quantity, is still ufed as a particle of amplification; as mertal tall, mortal little.

thanks,

Enter Jaques.

1 Lord. He faves my labour by his own approach. Duke Sen. Why, how now, monfieur! what a life is this,

5 That your poor friends must woo your company?
What! you look merrily.

Jaq. A fool, a fool!I met a fool i' the foreft,
A motley 4 fool.-a miferable world!-
As I do live by food, I met a fool;

[he,

IcWho laid him down, and bafk'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, fir,” quoth
"Call me not fool,till heaven hath fent me fortune:"
15 And then he drew a dial from his poke;
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
'Tis but an hour ago, fince it was nine; [wags :
"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,

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Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to calls fools into a 25 circle. I'll go fleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail against all the firft-born of Egypt 2.

Ami. And I'll go feek the duke; his banquet is prepar'd. [Exeunt feverally.

Adam. Dear mafter, I can go no further: 0, 1| die for food! Here lie I down, and measure out my grave. Farewel, kind master.

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Orla. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart 35
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
profently; and if I bring thee not fomething 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: and I'll be with 45
thee quickly. Yet thou lieft in the bleak air:
Come, I will bear thee to fome fhelter; and thou
fhalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any
thing in this defert. Cheerly, good Adam! [Excum.
SCENE VII.

Another part of the Fereft.
Enter Duke Senior and lords. [A table fet out.
Duke Sen. I 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
Here was he merry, hearing of a fong. [hence;
Duke Sen. If he, compact of jars 3, grow mufical,
We shall have shortly difcord in the fpheres :-
Go, feck him; tell him, I would fpeak with him.

bither.

An hour by his dial.-O noble fool!
A worthy fool! Motley's the only wear.
Duke Sen. What fool is this?

[tier;

Jaq. O worthy fool!-One that hath been a cour-
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 strange places cramm'd
With obfervation, the which he vents

in mangled forms :-0, that I were a fool!
I am ambitious for a motley coat.
Duke Sen. Thou shalt have one.
Jaq. It is my only fuit 5;

Provided, that you weed your better judgements
Of all opinion that grows rank in them,
That I am wife. I must have liberty
Withal, as large a chaiter as the wind,
To blow on whom I pleafe; for fo fools have:
And they that are most gauled with my folly, [fo?
They most must laugh: And why, fir, must they
The why is plain as way to parish church:
He, that a fool doth very wifely hit,
50 Doth very foolishly, although he smart,
Not to feem fenfelefs of the bob: if not,
The wife man's folly is anatomiz'd
Even by the fquandring glances of the fool.
Inveft me in my motley; give me leave
55 To fpeak my mind, and I will through and through
Cleanfe the foul body of the infected world,
If they will patiently receive my medicine.
DukeSen. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou would'st
Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do, but good?
DukeSen. Most mischievous foul fin,in chiding fin:

6ol

[do.

That is, bring him to me; alluding to the burthen of Amiens's fong: Come hither, come bither, come 2 A proverbial expreffion for high-born perfons. 3 i. e. made up of difcords, a parti-coloured tool, alluding to his coat.

5 i. e. petition.

4 i. c.

For

IT

For thou thyself haft been a libertine,
As fenfual as the brutish sting itself;

And all the emboffed fores, and headed evils,
That thou with licence of free foot hast caught,
Wouldst 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 means do ebb?
What woman in the city do I name,
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?
Or what is he of bafeft function,

And theref. re fit you down in gentleness,
And take upon command 2 what help we have
That to your wanting may be miniftred.
Orla. Then but forbear your food a little while,
5 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 step

Limp'd in pure love; 'till he be firft fuffic'd,Opprefs'd with two weak evils, age, and hunger,10I will not touch a bit.

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That fays, his bravery is not on my coft,
(Thinking that I mean him) but therein suits
His folly to the metal of my speech? [wherein
There then; How then? What then? Let me feel
My tongue hath wrong'd him: if it do him right, 20
Then he hath wrong'd himself; 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 his fword drawn.

Oria. Forbear, and eat no more.
Jaq. Why, I have eat none yet.

Orla. Nor fhalt not, 'till neceffity be serv'd.
Jaq. Of what kind should this cock come of?
Duke Sen. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy
Or elfe a rude defpifer of good manners, [diftrefs;
That in civility thou feem'ft fo empty?

[point

Orla. You touch'd my vein at firft; the thorny
Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the fhew
Of smooth civility: yet am I in-land bred,
And know fome nurture: But forbear, I fay;
He dies, that touches any of this fruit,
'Till I and my affairs are answered.
Jaq. An you will not

Be anfwered with reason, I must die.

Duke Sen. Go find him out,

And we will nothing wafte till your return.
Orla. I thank ye: and be blefs'd for your good

comfort!

[Exit. Duke Sen. Thou feeft, we are not all alone unThis wide and univerfal theatre [happy: Prefents more woful pageants than the fcene 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 nuife's arms:

25 And then, the whining school-boy with his fatchel,
And fhining morning face, creeping like fnail
Unwillingly to school: And then the lover;
Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad
Made to his miftrefs' eyebrow: Then, a foldier;
Full of ftrange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, fudden and quick in quarrel,
Secking the bubble reputation

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Even in the cannon's mouth: And then, the justice;
In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd,
35 With eyes fevere, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wife faws and modern 3 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;

Duke Sen. What would you have? Your gentle-40 His youthful hofe well fav'd, a world too wide

nefs fhall force,

For his fhrunk fhank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whiftles in his found: Laft fcene of all,
That ends this ftrange eventful history,
Is fecond childishness, and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, fans eyes, fans tafte, fans every thing.
Re-enter Orlando, with Adam.

Duke Sen. Welcome: Set down your venerable
And let him feed.

Orla. I thank you most for him.
Adam. So had you need,

[burden,

[you

I fcarce can speak to thank you for myself.
Duke Sen. Welcome, fall to: I will not trouble
As yet, to question you about your fortunes:-
55 Give us fome mufick; and, good coufin, fing.
Amiens fings.

If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church;
If ever fat at any good man's feaft;
If ever from your eye-lids wip'd a tear,
And know what 'tis to pity, and be pitied;
Let gentleness my strong enforcement be:
In the which hope, I blush, and hide my fword.
Duke Sen. True is it,that we have feen better days; 6c
And have with holy bell been knoll'd to church;
And fat at good men's feasts; and wip'd our eyes
Of drops that facred pity hath engender'd:

SON G.

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,
Although thy breath be rude.

Nurture means education. 2 i. e. at your own command. ing to Mr. Steevens.

3 i. e. trite, common inftances, accordHigh

Duke. More villain thou.-Well, push him out 40 and fire to burn:-That good pafture makes fat

fheep; and that a great cause of the night, is the lack of the fun: That he, that hath learned no wit by nature nor art, may complain of good breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred.

[Excunt. 45 Clo. Such a one is a natural philosopher. Waft

Orla. Hang there, my verfe, in witnefs of my

And thou, thrice-crowned queen of night, furvey
With thy chafte eye, from thy pale sphere above,
Thy huntrefs' name, that my full life doth fway.55
O Rofalind! thefe trees fhall be my books,

And in their barks my thoughts I'll character;
That every eye, which in this foreft looks,
Shall fee thy virtue witness'd every where.

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i. e. turn, or change them from their natural fate.

2 To make an extent of lands, is a legal phrafe, from the words of a writ (extendi facias) whereby the fheriff is directed to caufe certain lands to be appraised to their full extended value, before he delivers them to the perfon entitled under a recognizance, &c. 3 i, e. expeditiously.

4 inexpreffible. 5 perilous.