SCENE VI. The same. DEA Enter ORLANDO and ADAM. Adam. EAR master, I can go no further. Oh, I die for food! Here lie I down, and measure out my grave. Farewell, kind master. Orl. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee? Live a little; comfort a little; cheer thyself a little. If this uncouth forest yield any thing savage, I will either be food for it, or bring it for food to thee. Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers. For my sake, be comfortable; hold Death awhile at the arm's end: I will here be with thee presently; and if I bring thee not something to eat, I'll give thee leave to die; but if thou diest before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well said! thou look'st cheerly; and I'll be with thee quickly. Yet thou liest in the bleak air. Come, I will bear thee to some shelter; and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this desert. Cheerly, good Adam! [Exeunt. I SCENE VII. The same. A Table set out. Duke S. THINK he be transform'd into a beast; 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 S. If he, compact of jars, grow musical, Enter JAQUES. 1 Lord. He saves my labour by his own approach, Duke S. Why, how now, monsieur! what a life is this That your poor friends must woo your company! I met a fool i' the forest, Jaq. A fool, a fool! As I do live by food, I met a fool; Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun, Thus we may see, quoth he, how the world wags. Jaq. O worthy fool! One that hath been a cour tier; And says, if ladies be but young, and fair, They have the gift to know it: and in his brain After a voyage-he hath strange places cramm'd In mangled forms. Oh, that I were a fool! It is my only suit; Duke S. Thou shalt have one. 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: They most must laugh. And why, sir, must they so? Even by the squand'ring glances of the fool. To speak my mind, and I will through and through If they will patiently receive my medicine. Duke S. Fye on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst do. Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do, but good? Duke S. Most mischievous foul sin, in chiding sin: For thou thyself hast been a libertine, As sensual as the brutish sting itself; And all the embossed sores, and headed evils, That says, his bravery is not on my cost, There then, how then? what then? Let me see wherein My tongue hath wrong'd him: if it do him right, Enter ORLANDO, with his sword drawn. Orl. Forbear, and eat no more. Jaq. Jaq. Of what kind should this cock come of**8? tress; Or else a rude despiser of good manners, That in civility thou seem'st so empty? Orl. 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 inland bred, Till I and my affairs are answered. Jaq. An you'll not be answered with reason, 1 must die. Duke S. What would you have? Your gentleness shall force, More than your force move us to gentleness. Orl. I almost die for food, and let me have it. Duke S. Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table. Orl. Speak you so gentle? Pardon me, I pray you. Of stern commandment. But whate'er you are, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church; If ever from your eye-lids wip'd a tear, And know what 'tis to pity, and be pitied, Orl. Then but forbear your food a little while, Duke S. Go find him out, And we will nothing waste till you return. Orl. I thank ye; and be bless'd for your good comfort! [Exit. Duke S. Thou seest, we are not all alone unhappy. This wide and universal theatre Presents more woful pageants than the scene Made to his mistress' eye-brow. Then, a soldier; |