of a dinner, if there live any thing in this desert. Cheerly, good Adam !

[Ereunt.

SCENE VII.

The same.

A table set out.

Enter Duke senior, AMIENS,

Lords, and others. Duke S. 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 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.

Enter JAQUES. 1 Lord. 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 ? What! you look merrily.

Jaq. A fool, a fool I 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 1: No, sir, quoth he, Call me not fool

, till heaven hath sent me fortune :o And then he drew a dial from his poke:

compact of jars,] i. e. made up of discords. • Call me not fool, till heaven hath sent me fortune :) Fortuna favet fatuis, is, as Mr. Upton observes, the saying here alluded to; or, as in Publius Syrus :

“ Fortuna, nimium quem fovet, stultum facit.”

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, '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 tale. When I did hear
The motley fool thus moral on the time,
My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,
Tliat 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.

Duke S. What fool is this?
Jaq. O worthy fool !-One that hath been a

courtier ;
And says, if ladies be but 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 crammid
With observation, the which he vents
In mangled forms :-0, that I were a fool!
I am ambitious for a motley coat.

Duke S. Thou shalt have one.
Jaq.

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 galled with my folly,
They most must laugh: And why, sir, must they so?
The why is plain as way to parish church:
He, that a fool doth very wisely hit,

only suit;] Suit means petition, not dress.

Doth very foolishly, although he smart,
Not to seem senseless of the bob: if not,
The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd
Even by the squandring glances of the fool."
Invest me in my motley; give me leave
To speak my mind, and I will through and through
Cleanse the foul body of the infected world,
If they will patiently receive my

medicine. Duke S. Fye on thee! I can tell what thou

wouldst do. Jaq. What, for a counter," would I do, but good ? Dúke S. Most mischievous foul sin, in chiding

sin :
For thou thyself hast been a libertine,
As sensual as the brutish sting itself ;
And all the embossed sores, and headed evils,
That thou with licence of free foot hast caught,
Wouldst thou disgorge into the general world.

Jaq. 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 very 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,

8

- if not, &c.] Unless men have the prudence not to appear touched with the sarcasms of a jester, they subject themselves to his power; and the wise man will have his folly anatomised, that is, dissected and laid open, by the squandring glances or random shots of a fool. JOHNSON.

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