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Cel. And we will mend thy Wages; I like this place, and willingly could Waste my time in it.
Cor. Assuredly the thing is to be sold;
Go with me, if you like upon Report,
w The Soil, the Profit, and this kind of Life,
I will your very faithful Feeder be,
And buy it with your Gold right suddenly,
Enter Amiens, Jaques, and others,
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 mall be see no Enemy,
But Winter and rough Weather.
Faq. More, more, I pretheee, more.
Ami. It will make you melancholy, Mounsicur Jaguesą
Jaq. I thank it; more, I prethee, more,
I can suck Melancholy out of a Song,
As a Weazel sucks Eggs: More, I prethee, more.
Ami. My Voice is rugged, I know I cannot please you,
Jaq. I do not desire you to please me,
I do desire you to sing;
Come, come, another Stanzo: Call you 'em Stanzo's?
Ami. What you will, Mounsieur Jagues.
Jaq. Nay, I care not for their Names, they owe me nothing. Will you sing?
Àmi. More at your request, than to please my self.
Faq. 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 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 disputable for my Company :
I think of as many Matters as he, but I give
Heav'n thanks, and make no Boast of them.
Come, warble, come,
Who doth Ambition pun,'
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 Mall you fee, no Enemy,
But Winter and rough Weather.
Jag. I'll give you a Verse to this Note,
That I made yesterday in despight of my Invention,
Ami. And I'll sing it.
Jag. Thus it goes.
If it do come to pass,
That any Man turn Afs;
Leaving his Wealth and Ease, .
A stubborn Will to please,
Ducdame, Ducdame, Ducdame ;
Here shall be sec, grofs Fools as he,
And if he will come to me. Ami. What's that Ducdame?
Jaq. '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.
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, 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 something to eat,
I will give thee leave to die. But if thou diest
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 fome Shelter, and thou shalt not die
For lack of a Dinner;
If there live any thing in this Defart.
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,
We shall have shortly Discord in the Spheres :
Go seek him, tell him I would speak with him.
1 Lord. He saves my Labour by his own approach.
Duke Sen. Why how now, Monsieur, what a Life is this,
That your poor Friends must woo your Company?
What, you look merrily.
Faq. A Fool, a Fool, I met a Fool i'th' 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,
And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms,
In good sec terms, and yet a motley Fool.
Good morrow, Fool, quoth I: No, Sir, quoth he,
Call me not Fool, 'till Heav'n hath sent me Fortune ;
And then he drew a Dial from his Poak,
And looking on it, with lack-lustre Eye,
Says, very wisely, it is ten a Clock:
Thus we may see, quoth he, how the world wags :
'Tis but an hour ago Gince it was nine,
And after one hour more 'twill be eleven,
And so from hour to hour, we ripe, and ripe,
And then from hour to hour, we rot, and rot,
And thereby hangs a Tole. When I did hear
The motley Fool thus moral on the time,
My Lungs began to crow like Chanticleer,
That Fools should be so deep contemplative :
And I did laugh, sans intermission,
An hour by his Dial. O noble Fool,
A worthy Fool. Morley's the only wear.
Duke Sen. What Fool is this?
Jag. O worthy Fool; one that hath been a Courtier, And lays, 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 strange places cram'd With Observation, the which he vents In mangled Forms. O that I were a Fool, I amʻambitious 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 Wise. I must have liberty Withal, as large a Charter as the Wind, To blow on whom I please, for so Fools have; And they that are most gauled with my Folly, They most must Laugh: And why, Sir, must they fo?. The why is plain, as way to Parish Church; He that a Fool doth very wisely hit, Doth very foolishly, altho' he smart, Seem senseless of the Bob. If not, The wise Man's Folly is Anatomiz'd Even by the squandring Glances of a Fool. Invest me in the motley, give me leave
To speak my Mind, and I will through and through
Cleanse the foul Body of th’infe&ed World,
If they will patiently receive my Medicine.
Duke Sen. Fie on thee, I can tell what thou wouldst do.
Faq. What, for a Counter, would I do, but good?
30 Duke Sen. Most mischievous foul Sin, in chiding Sin:
For thou thy self haft been a Libertine,
As sensual as the brutish Sting it self,
And all th'imbossed Sores, and headed Evils, .
That thou with license of free foot hast caught,
Would'st thou disgorge into the general World.
Jag. 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 say the City Woman bears
The cost of Princes on unworthy Shoulders?
Who can come in, and say that I mean her,
When such a one as she, such is her Neighbour?
Or what is he of basest Function,
That says his Bravery is not on my cost,
Thinking that I mean him, but therein (utes
His Folly to the mettle of my Speech,
There then, how then, what then, let me see 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 Goose flies
Unclaim'd of any Man. But who comes here?
Orla. Forbear, and eat no more.
Jag. Why I have eat none yet.
Orla. Nor shall not, 'till Necessity be serv'd.,
Jaq. Of what kind should this Cock come?
O Duke Sen. Art thou thus bolden'd, Man, by thy Diftress?
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, that hath ta'en from me the show
Of smooth Civility; yet am I Inland bred,
And know some Nurture: Bug forbear, I say,