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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 Soil, the Profit, and this kind of Life, I will your very faithful Feeder be,

And buy it with your Gold right fuddenly,

SCENE V.

Enter Amiens, Jaques, and others,

SONG.

Under the greeenhood Tree,

Who loves to lye with me,
And turn his merry Note,

Unto the Sweet Bird's Throat;
Come hither, come hither, come hither,

Here fhall be fee no Enemy,

But Winter and rough Weather.

Faq. More, more, I pretheee, more.

[Exeunt.

Ami. It will make you melancholy, Mounficur Jaques,
Faq. I thank it; more, I prethee, more,

I can fuck Melancholy out of a Song,

As a Weazel fucks Eggs: More, I prethee, more.

Ami. My Voice is rugged, I know I cannot please you.
Jaq. I do not defire you to please me,

I do defire you to fing;

Come, come, another Stanzo: Call you 'em Stanzo's?
Ami. What you will, Mounfieur Jaques.

Jaq. Nay, I care not for their Names, they owe me nothing. Will you fing?

Ami. More at your request, than to please my self.

Jaq. Well then, if ever I thank any Man, I'll thank you; but that they call Complement is like th' 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 Come fing, and you that will not, hold your Tongues.

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 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,

SON G.

Who doth Ambition fhun,
And loves to lye i'th' Sun,
Seeking the Food he eats,

And pleas'd with what he gets;
Come hither, come hither, come hither ;.

Here fhall you fee, no Enemy,

But Winter and rough Weather.

Jaq. I'll give you a Verfe to this Note,
That I made yesterday 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 Ass;
Leaving his Wealth and Ease,
A ftubborn Will to please,
Ducdame, Ducdame, Ducdame;

Here fhall he fee, grofs Fools as he,
And if he will come to me.

Ami. What's that Ducdame?

Jag. 'Tis a Greek Invocation, to call Fools into a Circle, I'll go fleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail against all the Firstborn of Egypt.

Ami. And I'll go seek the Duke,

His Banquet is prepar'd.

SCENE VI.

Enter Orlando and Adam.

Adam. Dear Mafter, I can go no further:

OI die for Food! Here lye I down,

[Exeunt.

And

And measure out my Grave. Farewel, kind Master.
Orl. Why how now, Adam! no greater Heart in thee?
Live a little, comfort a little, cheer thy felf a little.
If this uncouth Foreft 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 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 fomething to eat,

I will give thee leave to die. But if thou dieft
Before I come, thou art a mocker of my Labour?
Well faid, thou look'ft 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 VII.

Enter Duke Sen. and Lords.

[Exeunt

[A Table fet out.

Duke Sen. I think he be 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 hence,
Here was he merry, hearing of a Song.

Duke Sen. If he, compact of Jars, grow Mufical,
We shall have shortly Difcord in the Spheres:
Go feek him, tell him I would fpeak 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.

Jag. A Fool, a Fool, I met a Fool i'th' Foreft,

A motley Fool; a miferable 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 Heav'n hath fent me Fortune ;
And then he drew a Dial from his Poak,
And looking on it, with lack-luftre Eye,
Says, very wifely, it is ten a Clock:

Thus we may 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 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,
An hour by his Dial. O noble Fool,
A worthy Fool. Motley's the only wear.
Duke Sen. What Fool is this?

Jaq. O worthy Fool; one that hath been a Courtier,

And fays, if Ladies be 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 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.
Jac. It is my only Suit,

Provided that you weed your better Judgments
Of all Opinion that grows rank in them,
That I am Wife. I muft have liberty
Withal, as large a Charter as the Wind,

To blow on whom I pleafe, for fo Fools have;
And they that are moft gauled with my Folly,

They moft muft Laugh: And why, Sir, muft they fo?
The why is plain, as way to Parish Church;

He that a Fool doth very wifely hit,
Doth very foolishly, altho' he fmart,
Seem fenfeless of the Bob. If not,
The wife Man's Folly is Anatomiz'd
Even by the fquandring Glances of a Fool.
Inveft me in the motley, give me leave

To

To fpeak my Mind, and I will through and through
Cleanfe the foul Body of th' infected World,
If they will patiently receive my Medicine.

Duke Sen. Fie on thee, I can tell what thou wouldst do. Jaq. What, for a Counter, would I do, but good? Duke Sen. Moft mifchievous foul Sin, in chiding Sin: For thou thy felf haft been a Libertine,

As fenfual as the brutish Sting it felf,

And all th' imboffed Sores, and headed Evils,
That thou with licenfe of free foot haft caught,
Would'st 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 Sea,
'Till that the weary very means do ebb.
What Woman in the City do I name,
When that I fay the City Woman bears
The coft of Princes on unworthy Shoulders?
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,

That fays his Bravery is not on my coft,
Thinking that I mean him, but therein futes
His Folly to the mettle of my Speech,

There then, how then, what then, let me fee wherein
My Tongue hath wrong'd him; if it do him right,
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.

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

Orla. Nor fhalt not, 'till Neceffity be ferv'd.
Faq. Of what kind should this Cock come?

Duke Sen. Art thou thus bolden'd, Man, by thy Diftress?

Or elfe a rude Defpifer of good Manners,

That in Civility thou feem'ft fo empty?

Orl. You touch'd my Vein at firft, the thorny Point
Of bare Diftrefs, that hath ta'en from me the fhew
Of fmooth Civility; yet am I Inland bred,
And know fome Nurture: But forbear, I fay,

He

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