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He dies that touches any of this Fruit, 'Till I and my Affairs are answered.
Jag. And you will not be answered with Reason,
Duke Sen. What would you have ?
Orla. I almost die for Food, and let me have it.
Orla. Speak you fo gently? Pardon me, I pray you,
Duke Sen. True is it that we have seen better Days,
And fate at good Mens Feafts, and wip'd our Eyes • Of drops, that facred Pity hath engendred:
And therefore sit you down in gentleness,
Orla. Then bur forbear your Food a little while
Duke Sen, Go find him out,
Duke Sen. Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy:
Fag. All the World's a Stage,
They have their Exits and their Entrances,
And one Man in his time plays many parts;
Enter Orlando with Adam.
Adam. So had you need,
Duke Sen. Welcome, fall too: I will not trouble you,
Althothy Breath be rude.
Then heigh bo, the Holly,
This Life is most Jolly,
As Benefits forgot :
As Friend remembred not,
Duke Sen. If that you were the good Sir Rowland's Son, i As you have whisper'd faithfully you were, And as mine Eye doth his Effigies witness, Most truly limn'd, and living in your Face, Be truly welcome hither. I am the Duke That lov'd your Father: The residue of your Fortune, Go to my Cave and tell me. Good old Man, Thou art right Welcome, as thy Master is; Support him by the Arm; give mo your Hand, And let me all your Fortunes understand. [Exeunt.
A CT III. SCENE I.
SCENE the Palace.
Enter. Duke, Lords, and Oliver.
TV But were I not the better part made Mercy,
Thy Lands and all things that thou dost call thine,
Worth seizure, do we seize into our hands, ac;, 'Till thou canst quit thee by thy Brother's Mouth, 500 feet of what we think against thee,
· Oli. Oh that your Highness knew my Heart in this: "; .. I never lov'd my Brother in my Life. er Fai Duke. More Villain thou. Well, push him out of Doors,
And let my Officers of such a nature
Make an Extent upon his House and Lands: . hilo los Do this expediently, and turn him going. [Exeunt.
SCENE II. The Forest.
And thou thrice Crowned Queen of Night survey,
That every Eye, which in this Forest looks,
Shall see thy Virtue witness'd every where.
Clown. Truly, Shepherd, in refpe& of it self, it is a good Life; but in respect that it is a Shepherd's Life, it is naught. In respect that it is folitary, I like it very well; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile Life. Now in respect it is in the Fields, it pleaseth me well ; but in respect it is
not in the Court, it is tedious. As it is a spare Life, look , you, it fits my Humour well; but as there is no more plen. mot be: ey in it, it goes much against my Stomach. Has't any Phi -Lercy lofophy in thee, Shepherd ?
Cor. No more, but that I know the more one fickens, the worse at ease he is: And that he that wants Mony, Means, and Content, is without three good Friends. That the Property of Rain is to wet; and Fire to burn: That good Pasture makes fat Sheep; and that a great cause of the Night, is the lack of the Sun : That he that hath learned no Wit
by Nature, nor Art, may complain of good Breeding, or comes of a very Jull Kindred.
Clown. Such a one is a Datural Philosopher.
Cor. No truly.
Clown. Truly thou art Damn'd, like an ill-roasted Egg, all on one side.
Cor. For not being at Court? Your reason.
Clown. Why, if thou never wast at Court, thou never saw'st good Manners; if thou never saw'st good Manners, then thy Manners must be wicked; and Wickedness is Sin, and Sin is Damnation : Thou art in a parlous State, Shepherd.
Cor. Not a whit, Touchstone : Those that have good Manners at the Court, are as ridiculous in the Country, as the Behaviour of the Country is most mockable at the Court. You told me, you Salute not at the Court, but you Kiss your Hands; that Courtesie would be uncleanly, if Courtiers were Shepherds.
Clown. Instance, briefly; come, instance.
Cor. Why, we are still handling our Ewes, and their Fels, you know, are greafie.
Clown, Why, do not your Courtiers Hands sweat? And is not the Grease of Mutton as wholsome as the Sweat of a Man? Shallow, shallow, a better Instance, I say: Come.
Cor. Besides, our Hands are hard.
Clown. Your Lips will feel them the sooner. Shallow again:. A more founder Instance, come.
Cor. And they are often tarr’d over with the surgery of our Sheep; and would you have us kiss Tar? The Courtiers Hands are perfumed with Civet.
Clown. Most shallow, Man: Thou Worms-meat, in re. spect of a good piece of Flesh indeed; learn of the Wife and Perpend; Civet is of a baser birth than Tar; the very uncleanly Flux of a Cat. Mend the Instance, Shep herd.
Cor. You have too Courtly a Wit for me; I'll rest.
Clown. Wilt thou rest Damn'd? God help thee, shallow Man; God make incision in thee, thou art raw.