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Duke S. 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.

Ami. He saves my labour by his own approach.
Duke S. Why, how now, monsieur ! what a life is

this,
That your poor friends must woo your company ?

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

distress;
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 hath ta'en from me the show
Of smooth civility : yet am I inland bred,
And know some nurture : But forbear, I say ;
He dies, that touches any of this fruit,
Till I and my affairs are answered.
Duke S. What would you

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,
Who after me hath many a weary step
Limp'd in pure love ; till he be first suffic'd, -
Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger,
I will not touch a bit.

Duke S. Go find him out,
And we will nothing waste till you return.
Orl. I thank ye; and be bless'd for your good
comfort !

[Exit Orlando. Duke S. Thou seest, we are not all alone un

happy:
This wide and universal theatre
Presents more woeful pageants than the scene
Wherein we play in.

Jaq. All the world 's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players
They have their exits, and their entrances ;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms;
And then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel,
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school : And then, the lover ;
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eye-brow : Then, a soldier ;
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth: And then, the justice;
In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances,
And so he plays his part: The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon;
With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ;
His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound: Last scene of all,

That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness, and mere oblivion';
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.

Enter Orlando with Adam.
Duke S. Welcome: Set down your venerable bur-

den,
And let him feed.

Orl. I thank you most for him.

Adam. So had you need ;
I scarce can speak to thank you for myself.

Duke S. Welcome; fall to:—I will not trouble you
As yet, to question you about your fortunes :-
Give us some musick; and, good cousin, sing.

Amiens sings.

i.

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind

As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,

Although thy breath be rude.

II.

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh

As benefits forgot :
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp

As friend remember'd not.
Duke S. If that you were the good sir Rowland's

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 :
Support him by the arm.—Give me your hand,
And let me all your fortunes understand.

[Exeunt. .

END OF ACT II.

ACT III.

SCENE I.
An Apartment in the Palace.

Flourish of Drums and Trumpets.
Enter Duke Frederick, Oliver, Eustace, Louis,

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,
I never lov'd my brother in my life.
Duke F. 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 :
Do this expediently, and turn him going.
Flourish of Drums and Trumpets. ]

[Exeunt.

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