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Duke S. If he, compact of jars, grow musical,
Ami. He saves my labour by his own approach.
Enter Jaques. What ! you look merrily.
Jaq. A fool, a fool !- 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, 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 heaven hath sent me fortune ; And then he drew a dial from his poke; And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says, very wisely, It is ten o'clock : Thus may we see, quoth he, how the world wags: 'Tis but an hour ago, since it was nine ; And after an hour more, 't will 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 tale. 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! Motley 's the only wear.
[They all go to the Table.] Enter Orlando, with his sword drawn. Orl. Forbear, and eat no more. Jaq. Why, I have eat none yet. Orl. Nor shalt not, till necessity be serv'd. Jaq. Of what kind should this cock come of?
Duke S. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy
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 gently? Pardon me, I pray you : I thought, that all things had been savage here; And therefore put I on the countenance Of stern commandment : But,—whate'er you are, That, in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time,-If ever you have look'd on better days; If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church; If ever sat at any good man's feast.; If ever from your eye-lids wiped a tear, And know what 't is to pity, and be pitied ; Let gentleness my strong enforcement be: In the which hope, I blush, and hide my sword.
Duke S. True is it that we have seen better days; And have with holy bell been knoll'd to church ; And sat at good men's feasts ; and wip'd our eyes Of drops that sacred pity, hath engender'd : And therefore sit you down in gentleness, And take upon command what help we have, That to your wanting may be ministred.
Orl. Then, but forbear your food a little while, Whiles, like a doe, I. go to find my fawn,
And give it food. There is an old poor man,
Duke S. Go find him out,
[Exit Orlando. Duke S. Thou seest, we are not all alone un
Jaq. All the world 's a stage,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Enter Orlando with Adam.
Orl. I thank you most for him.
Adam. So had you need ;
Duke S. Welcome; fall to:—I will not trouble you
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
As man's ingratitude;
Although thy breath be rude.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
As benefits forgot :
As friend remember'd not.
son, 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 :
END OF ACT II.
Flourish of Drums and Trumpets.
Gentlemen, and Guards. Duke F. Not see him since? Sir, sir, that cannot
be: But, were I not the better part made mercy, I should not seek an absent argument Of my revenge, thou present : But look to it; Find out thy brother, wheresoe'er he is; Bring him dead or living, Within this twelvemonth, or turn thou no more To seek a living in our territory. Thy lands, and all things that thou dost call thine, Worth seizure, do we seize into our hands; Till thou canst quit thee by thy brother's mouth, Of what we think against thee.
Oli. Oh, that your highness knew my heart in this,