ᎠᎬ SCENE VI. The same. 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! Jaq. A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' the 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, Thus we may see, quoth he, how the world wags. Duke S. What fool is this? 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! 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? He, that a fool doth very wisely hit, 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; That says, his bravery is not on my cost, wherein Let me see 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. Orl. I thank ye; and be bless❜d for your good com fort! [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; |