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F: Cel. And we will mend thy Wages;
Cor. Assuredly the thing is to be sold;
I will your very faithful Feeder be,
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Who loves to lye with me,
Unto the sweet Bird's Throat;
Here Mall be see no Enemy,
Fag. More, more, I pretheee, more.
Faq. I thank it; more, I prethee, more,
Ami. My Voice is rugged, I know I cannot please you,
Jaq. I do not desire you to please me,
Ami. What you will, Mounsieur Jaques.
Jaq. Nay, I care not for their Names, they owe me nothing. Will you sing?
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 you that will not, hold
Ami, 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.
Faq. And I have been all this day to avoid him,
And loves to lye P'th' Sun,
And pleas'd with what he gets ;
Here Mall you see, no Enemy,
But Winter and rough Weather.
Ami. And I'll sing it.
If it do come to pass,
A stubborn Will to please,
Here Mall he see, grofs Fools as he
And if he will come to me.
Jag. 'Tis a Greek Invocation, to call Fools into a Circle. I'll go sleep 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.
[Excunt. SCENE VI. i.
Enter Orlando and Adam. Adam. Dear Master, I can go no further: 0 I die for Food ! Here lye I down,
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 self a little. If this unçouth Forest yield any thing Savage, I will either be Food for it, or bring it for Food to theea Thy Conceit is nearer Death, chan 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 will give thee leave to die. But if thou dieft Before I come, thou art a mocker of my Labouri Well said, thou look'st cheerly. And I'll be with thee quickly ; yet thou lieft 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 Desart. Cheerly, good Adam.
[Exeunt. SCENE VII.
Enter Duke Sen, and Lords. [A Table set 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 Musical,
Duke Sen. Why how now, Monsieur, what a Life is this,
Faq. A Fool, a Fool, I met a Fool i'th' Forest,
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like Forefters. Duke Sen. N OW my Co-mates, and Brothers in Exile, TV Hath not old Custom made this Life more
Amien. I would not change it; happy is your Grace
Duke Sen. Come, shall we go and kill us Venison?
i Lord. Indeed, my Lord,
Upon the Brook that brawls along this Wood,
Duke Son. But what said Jagues?
I Lord. O yes, into a thousand Similies.
Tis right, quoch he, thus Misery doth part
Duke Sen. And did you leave him in this contemplation?
2 Lord. We did, my Lord, weeping and commenting Upon the sobbing Deer,
Duke Sen. Show me the Place, I love to cope him in these fullen Fits, For then he's full of Matter. 2 Lord, I'll bring you to him straight. [Exeunt.