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I'll do the service of a younger man
Oliver's House.

In all your business and necessities. [appears

Orla. Oh, good old man! how well in thee Enter Orlando and Adam.

The constant sesvice of the antique world, Orla. Who's there?

[tle master, 5 When service sweat for duty, not for meed! Adam. What! my young master!-Oh, my gen. Thou art mot for the fashion of these times, Oh, my sweet master, you memory'

Where none will sweat but for promotion ; Of old sir Rowland! why, what makes you here? And having that, do choak their service up Why are you virtuous ? Why do people love you: Even with the having*: it is not so with thee. And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and valiant: 10 But, poor old nran, thou prun'st a rotten tree, Why would you be so fond to overcome

That cannot so niuch as a blossom yield, The bony priser of the humourous duke? In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry: Your praise is come too swiftly home before you. But come thy ways, we'll go along together; Know you not, master, to some kind of men, And ere we have thy youthful wages spent, Their graces serve them but as enemies? 15 We'll light upon some settled low content. No more do yours; your virtues, gentle niaster, Adam. Master, go on; and I will follow thee, Are sanctified and holy traitors to you.

To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty: -Oh, what a world is this, when what is comely From seventeen years till now almost fourscore Envenoms him that bears it !

Here lived I, but now live here no more. Orla. Why, what's the matter ?

20 At seventeen years many their fortuneš seek; Adam. O unhappy youth,

But at fourscore, it is too late a week: Come not within these doors; within this roof Yet fortune cannot recompense me better, The enemy of all your graces lives :

Thanto die well, and not my master's debtor.[Exe, Your brother (no, no brother ; yet the sonYet not the son ;-I will not call him son 25

S CE N E IV. Of him I was about to call his father)

The Forest of Arden. Hath heard your praises; and this night he means

Enter Rosalind in boy's cluaths for Ganimed; Ces To burn the lodgings where you used to lie, lia drest like a shepherdess for diena ; and And you within it: if he fail of that,

Touchstone the Cloun.
He will have other means to cut you off:
I overheard him, and bis practices.

Ros. O Jupiter! how weary are ny spirits ! This is no place, this house is but a butchery;

Clo. I care not for my spirits, if my legs were Abhor it, tear it, do not enter it.

not weary.

Ros. I could find in my heart to di-grace my Orla. Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go?

135 man's apparel, and cry like a woman: but Imu-t Adam. No matter whither, so you come not here.

comfort the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose Orla. What, wouldst thou have me ga and beg fought to shew itself courageous to petticoat; my food

therefore, courage, good Aliena, Or, with a base and boisterous sword, enforce

Cel. I pray you, bear with me; I can go no A thievish living on the common road? This I must do, or know not what to do ;

Cio. for my part, I had rather bear with you, Yet this I will not do, do how I can;

than bear you: yet I should bear no cross; it I rather will subject me to the malice

did bear you; for I think you have no money in Of a diverted 'blood, and bloody brother.

your purse. Adam. But do not so: I have five hundred crowns, 45

Ros. Well, this is the forest of Arden. The thrifty hire I sav'd under your father,

Clo. Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I; Which I did store, to be my foster-nurse,

when I was at home, I was in a better place: but When service should in my old limbs lie lame,

travellers mu t be content. And unregarded age in corners tbrown;

Ros. Ay, beso, good Touchstone:-Look you, Take that: and he that doth the ravens feed,

who comes herç; a young man, and an old, in Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,

solemn talk, Be confort to my age! Here is the gold ;

Enter Corin and Silvius. All this I give you: let me be your servant : Cor. That is the way to make hier scorn you still. Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty': Sil. O Corin, that thouknewest how I dolove her! For in my youth I never did apply

155 Cor. I partly guess; for I have lov'd ere now, Hot ard rebellious liquors in my blood;

Sil. No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo

Though in thy yonth thou wast as true a lover, The means of weakness and debility;

As ever sigli’d upon a midnight pillow: Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,

But if thy love were ever like to mine, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you;

lool) Memory is here put for memorial. Place here means a mansion or residence. That is, blood turned out of the course of nature. Haring here means possession. A cross was a piece of money stainped with a cross.


40 further.



How many actions most ridiculous

By reason of his absence, there is nothing Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?


you will feed on; but what is, come see, Cor. luto a thousand that I have forgoiten, And in my voice most welcome suall you be.

Sil. O, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily: Ros. What is he, that shall buy his flock and If thou remember'st not the slightest folly

pasture? That ever love did make thee run into,

Cor. That young swain, that you saw here but Thou hast not lov'd:

erewhile, Or if thou hast not sat as I do now,

That little cares for buying any thing. Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress' praise, Ros. I pray thee, if it stand with bonesty, Thou hast not lov'd:

10 Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the flock, Or if thou hast not broke from company,

And thou shalt have to pay for it of us. Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,

Cel. And we will mend thy wages: I like this place, Thou hast not lov’d:-( Phebe, Phebe, Phebe! And willingly could waste my time in it.

[Exit Silvius. Cor. Assuredly, the thing is to be sold: Ros. Alas,poor shepherd! searching of thy wound, 15 Go with me; if you like, upon report, I have by hard adventure found mine own. The soil, the profit, and this kind of life,

Clo. And I mine: I remember, when I was in I will your very faithful feeder be, love, I broke nsy sword upon a stone, and bd him. And buy it with your gold rightsuddenly [Exeunt. take that for coming o’nights to Jane Smile: and I remember the kissing of her battlet', and the 20

SCENE V. cow's dugs that her pretty chopp'd hands had Enter Amiens, Jaques, and others. milk'd: and I remember the wooing of a peascod

S O N G instead of her; and from whom I took two cous,

Ami. Under the greenwood tree, and, giving her them again, said with weeping

W'ho loves to lie with me, tears, Wear those for my suke. We, that are true 25

And tune his morry note. lovers, run into strange capers; but as all is mortal

l'nto the street birds throat, in nature, so is all nature in love mortal' in folly.

Come hither', come hither, come hither; Ros. Thou speak’st wiser, than thou art 'ware of.

Here shall he sce Clo. Nay, I shall ne'er be aware of mine own wit, till I break my shins against it.

No enemy,

30 Ros. Jove! Jove! this shepherd's passion is much

But winter and rough weather. . upon my fashion.

Jaq. More, more, I pr’ythee, more. Cl. And mine; but it grows something stale Ami. It will make you inelancholy, monsieur with me.

Jaques. Cel. I pray you, one of you question yon man, 35 Jaq: I thank it. More, I pr’ythee, more. I can If he for gold will give us any food;

suck melancholy out of a song, as a weas:| sucks Į faint almost to death.

eggs: More, I prythee, more. Clo. Holla; you, clown!

Ami. My voice is rugged; I know I cannot please Ros. Peace, fool; he's not thy kinsman. you. Cor. Who calls ?

40. Jaq. I do not desire you to please me, I do deClo. Your betters, sir.


to sing: Come, more; another stanza; Cor. Else they are very wretched.

Call you 'em stanzas? Ros. Peace, l'say:-Good even to you, friend. Ami. What you will, monsieur Jaques. Cor. And to you, gentle sir, and to you all. Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names; they owe Ros. I prythee, shepherd, if that love, or gold, 45 me nothing: Will you sing?

(self. Can in this desert place buy entertainment,

Ami. More at your request than to please mye Bring us where we may rest ourselves, and feed: Jay. Well, then, if ever I thank any man, I'll Here's a young maid with travel much oppress’d, thank you : but that they call complimit, is like And faints for succour.

the encounter of two dog-apes; and i'en a man Cor. Fair sir, I pity her,

50 thanks me neartily, methinks, I have given him a And wish for her sake, more than for mine own, penny, and he rendes me the beggarly thanhs. My fortunes were more able to relieve her: Come, sing; and you that will no', hold your But I am shepherd to another man,

tongues. And do not sheer the fleeces that I graze;

Ami. Well, I'll end the song.- Sirs, cover the My master is of churlish disposition,

55 while; the duke will druk under this tree :-he And little recks to find the way to heaven

hath been all this day to look you. By doing deeds of hospitality :

Jaq. And I have been all this day to avoid Besides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed hin.' He is too disputable for my company: I Are now on sale; and at aur sheep-cote now, think of as many maiiers as tę; but I give heaven

' An instrument with which washer-women beat their coarse clothes. 2 Peascods is a term still in use in Statiordshire for peas as they are brought to market.

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thanks, and make noboast of them. Come,warble,

Enter Jaques.

I Lord. He saves my labour by his own approach.

Duke Sen. Why, how now, monsieur? what a
Who doth ambition shun, [.All together here.

life is this, And loves to live i' the sun,

5 That your poor friends must woo your company? Seeking the food he eats,

What! you look merrily.
pleas'd with what he gets,

Jag. A fool, a fool-Imet a fool i' the forest,
Come hither, come hither, come hither; A motley * fool,-a miserable varlet! -
Here shall he see

As I do live by food, I met a fool;
No enemy,

10 Who laid him down, and bask'd him in the sun, But winter und rough weather.

And rail'd on lady Fortune in good terms,
Jag. I'll give you a verse to this note, that 1 In good set terms,-and yet a motley fool. [he,
made yesterday in despight of my invention. “Good-morrow, fool,” quoth I: “No, sir,” quoth
Ami. And I'll sing it.

Call me not fool,till heaven bath sent me fortune:"
Juq. Thus it goes:

15 And then he drew a dial from his poke; If it do come to pass,

And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, That any man turn uss,

Says, very wisely, “ It is ten a-clock: Leaving his wealth and ease,

Thus may we see,” quoth he, “ how the world A stubborn wiil to please,

“ 'Tis but an hour ago, since it was nine ; [wags: Duc ad me, duc ad me, duc ad me'; 20“ And after one hour more, 'lwill be eleven; Here shall he see

“ And so, from hour to hour, we ripe, and ripe, Gross fools us he,

“ And then, from hour to hour, we rot, and rot, An if he will come to me.

" And thereby hangs a tale.” When I did hear Ami. What's that duc ad one ?

The motley fool thus moral on the time,
Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into 25My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,
a circle. I'll go sleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll That fools should be so deep-contemplative;
Jail against all ihe first-born of Egypt?.

And I did laugh, sans intermission, Ami. And I'll go seek the duke; his banquet is An hour by his dial.-O noble fool! prepar'd.

[Ereunt severally. A wortby fool! Motley's the only wear. SCENE VI.

301 Duke Sen. What fool is this? [courtier; Enter Orlando and adam.

Jug. O worthy fool!- One that hath been a Adam. Dear master, I can go no further: 0,1 And says, if ladies be but young, and fair, die for food! Here lie I down, and measure out They have the gift to know it: and in his brain, my grave. Farewell, kind master.

Which is as dry as the remainder bisket Orlu. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart|35 After a voyage-he hath strange plares crammid in thee? Live a little ; comfort a little; cheer thy With observation, the which he vents self a little: If this uncouth forest yield any thing In mangled forms:-0, that I were a fool! savage, I will either be food for it, or bring it for I am anıbitious for a motley coat. food to thee. Thy conceit is nearer death than thy Duke Sen. Thou shalt have one. powers. For my sake be confortable; hold death 40 Jaq. It is my only suit'; a while at the arm's end: I will be here with thee Provided, that you weed your better judgments presently; and if I bring thee not something to Of all opinion that grows rank in tbem, cat, l'll give thee leave to die: but if thou diest That I am wise. I must have liberty before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Withal, as large a charter as the wind, Well said: thou look'st cheerly: and I'll be withi 45 To blow on whom I please ; for so fools have : thee quickly. Yet thou liest in the bleak air : And they that are most galled with my folly, (sos Come, I wil bear thee to some shelter; and thou They most must laugh: And why, sir, must they shalt pot die for lack of a dinner, if there live any The why is plain as way to parish-church: thing in this desert. Cheerly,good Adam![ Eicunt. He, that a fool doth very wisely hit, SCENE VII.

50 Doth very foolishly, although he smart,

Not to seem senseless of the bob: if not,
Another part of the Forest.

The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd
Enter Duhe Senior and Lords. [.4 tuble set out. Even by the squandring glances of the fool.

Duke Sen, I think he is transform'dinto a beast; Invest me in my motley; give me leave
For I can no where sind him like a man. 55 To speak my mind, and I will through and through

| Lord. My lori, he is but even now gone Cleanse the foul body of the infected world,
Here wahe merry, hearing of a song. [hence; If they will patiently receive my medicine. [do.

Duke Sen. If he, compact of jars', grow musical, DukeSen. Fieon thee! I can tell what thou would'st We shall have shortly discord in the spheres: Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do but good? Go, seeh him; tell him, I would speak with him. 160 DukeSen. Most mischievous foul sin, inchiding sin:

"That is, bring him to me; alluding to the burthen of Amiens song: Come hither, come hither, come hither.

A proverbial expression for high-born persons. i. e. made up of discords. a parti-coloured fool, alluding to his coat. i, e. petition.


* i. e.

For thou thyself hast been a libertine,

And therefore sit you down in gentleness, As sensual as the brutish sting itself;

and take upon command' whai heip we have And all the embossed sores, and headed evils, That to your wanting may be ministred. That thou with licence of free foot hast caught,

Orlu. Then but forbear your food a little while, Wouldst thou disgorge into the general world.

5 \biles, like a doe, I gu to lind my fawn, Jaq. Why, who cries out on pride,

And give it food. There is an old poor man, That can therein tax any private party?

ho atter me hath many a weary step Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea,

Limp'd in pure love; 'till be be iirst suffic'd, 'Till that the very means do ebb?

Oppress'd with two weak evils, age, and hunger,What woman in the city do I name,

10l will not touch a bit. When that I say, The city-woman bears

Dikt Sin. Go find him out,
The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders? and we will nothing waste till your return.
Who can come in, and say, that I mean her,

Orla. I thank ve: and be bless'd for your good When such a one as she, such is her neighbour ?

comturi !

Elit. Or what is he of basest function,

15 Duke Sen. Thou seest, we are not all alone unThat says, his bravery is not on my cost,

This wide and universal theatre (happy: (Thinking that I mean him) but therein suits Presents more woful pageants than the scene His folly to the metal of my speech? [wherein Wherein we play in. There then; How then? What then? Let me see Jag. All the world's a stage, My tongue hath wrongd him: if it do him right, 20 And all the inen and women merely players: Then he hath wrong'd himself; if he be free, They have their exits, and their entrances; Why then, my taxing like a wild goose flies, And one man in his time plays many parts, Unclaim'd of any man. - But who comes here? His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,

Enter Orlando, with his sword drawn. Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms : Orla. Forbear, and eat no more.

25 And then, the whining school boy with his satchel, Jaq. Why, I have eat none yet.

And shining-morning face, cre«ping like snail Orla. Nor shalt not, 'till necessity be serv'd. Cnwillingly to school: And then the lover; Jaq. Of what kind should this cock come of? Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad

Duke Sen. Art thou thus bolden d, man, by thy Made to his mistress' evebrow: Then, a soldier; Or else a rude despiser of good manners, [distress; 30 Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, That in civility thou seem'st so empty? [point Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Orla. You touch'd my vein at first, the thorny Seeking the bubble reputation

[tice; Of bare distress hath ta'en froni me the shew Even in the cannon's mouth: And then, the juse Of smooth civility: yet am I inland bred, In fair round belly, with good capon lin’d, And know some nurture': But forbear, I say; 35 With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, He dies, that touches any of this fruit,

Full of wise saws and modern'instances, 'Til I and my atfairs are answered.

And so he plays his part: The sixth age shists Jaq. An you will not

Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon; Be answered with reason, I must die.

With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side; Duke Sen. What would you have? Your gen- 40 His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide tleness shall force,

For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, More than your force move us to gentleness. Turning again towards childisha treble, pipes

Orla. I ainiost die for food, and let me have it. And whistles in his sound: Last scene of all, Duke Sen. Sit down and feed, and welcome to That ends this strange eventful history, our table.

[you ; 45 Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Orla. Speak you so gently? Pardon me, I pray

Sans teeth, sans cyes, sans taste, sans every thing. I thought, that all things had been savage here;

Re-enter Orlando, irith Adam, And therefore put I on the countenance

Duke Sen. Welcome: Set down your venerable Of stern commandment: But whate'er you are,

And let him feed.

[burden, That in this desert inaccessible,

50 Orla. I thank you most for him. l'nder the shade of melancholy boughs,

Adam. So bad Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; I scarce can speak to thank you for myself. [you If ever you have look'd on better days;

Duke Sen. Welcome, fall io: I will not trouble If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church; As yet, to question you about your fortunes :If ever sat at any good man's feast;

155 Give us some musick; and, good cousin, sing. If ever from your eye-lids wip'd a tear,

Amions sings. And know what 'tis to pity, and be pitied ;

$ ( N G. Let gentleness my strong enforcement be:

Blow, bloze', thou winter wind, In the wbich hope, I blush, and hide my sword.

Thou art not so unkind DukeSen.True is it that we have seen better days;160 As man's ingratitude; And have with holy bell been knoll’d to church; Thy tooth is not so keen, And sat at good men's teasts; and wip'd our eyes

Because thou art not seen, Of drops that sacred pity hath engenderd:

Althougl thy breath be rude. · Nurture means education, ? i. e. at your own command. fi. e. trile, common instances, according to Mr. Stevens,



Jou need,

Heigh ho! sing, heigh ho! unto the green hollo:1 Duke Sen. If that you were the good sir Rowe Most friendshipis feugning, most loving me rezol.

land's son, — Then, high ho, the holly!

[ly. As you have whuspered faithfully, you were;
This life is most jolly.

And as mine eye doth his effigies witness
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter shy,

5 Viost truly limin’d and living in your face,
That dost not bile so nigh

Be truly welcome hither: I am the duke, (tune, As benefits forgrt:

That lord your father: The residne of your forThough thou ihe waters warp',

Go to my cave and tell me.-Good old man,
Thy stirg is not so sharp

Thou art right welcome, as thy masieris :
As friend remember'd not.

10 Support him by the arm.--Give me your hand, Heigh ho! sing, &c.

And let me all your fortunes understand. [Exeunt.

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120'Run, run, Orlando, carve on every tree

The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive * she.
The Palace,

[Erit. Enter Duke, Lords, and Oliver.

Enter Corin and Clown.

Cor. And how like you this shepherd's life, OT see him since? Sir, sir, thau 25 master Touchstone? cannot be:

Cio. Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is But were I not the better part made mercy, a good life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's I should not seek an absent argument

life, it is naught. In respect that it is sol tary, I Of my revenge, thou present : But look to it:

like it very well: but in respect that it is private, Find out thy brother, wheresoe'er he is ; 30 it is a very vile life. Now in respect it is in the Seek bim wib candle: bring him dead or living, rieles, it pleaseth me well; but in respect it is not Within this twelvemonth, or turn thou no more in the court, it is tedious. As it is a spare lite, To seek a living in our territory.

look you, it fits my humour well; but as there is Thy lands, and all things that thou dost call thine, no more plenty in it, it goes much against iny stoWorth seizure, do we seize into our hands; 35 Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd? 'Til thou canst quit thee by thy brother's mouth, Cor. No more, but that i know, the more one Of what we think against ihee.

sickens, the worse at ease he is; and that he that Oli. Oh, that your highness knew my heart in wants movey, means, and content, is without three this:

good friends:--That the property of rain is to wet, I never lov'd my brother in my life.

40 and tire to burn;-That good pasture makes tat Duke. More villain thou. Well, push bin sheep: and that a great cause of the night, is the out of cloors;

lack of the sun: That he, that hath learned no wit And let my officers of such a nature

by nature nor art, may complain of good breedMake an extent upon his house and lands?: ing, or comes of a very dull kindred. Do this expediently', and turn him going: 45 Clo. Such a one is a natural philosopher. Wast

[Ercunt. ever in court, shepherd ? S CE N E II.

Cor. No, truly.

Clo. Then thou art damn'd.
The Forest,

Cor. Nay, I hope,
Enter Orlando.

150 Clo. Truly, thou art damn'd; like an ill-roastOrla. Hang there, my verse, in witness of my led egs, all on one side. love:

(vey. Cor. For not being at court? Your reason. AI thou, thrice-crowned queen of night, sur Clo. Why, if thou never wast at court, thou With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above, never saw'si good manners: if thou never sau 'st

Thy huntress' name, that nivfull lite doth sway. 55 good manners, then thy manners must be wickO Rosalind! these trees shall be my books, led; and wickedness is sin, and sin is damnation:

And in their barks my thoughts l'il character; Thou art in a parlous' state, shepherd. That every eye, which in this forest looks,

Cor. Not a whit, Touchstone: those, that are Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where. good manners at the court, are as ridiculous in the

'i. e. turn or change them from their natural state. * To make an extent of lands, is a legal phrase, from the words of a writ (extendi facias) whereby the sheriit is directed to cause certain tands to be appraised to their full extendi d value, before be delivers them to the person entitled under a recognizance, &c. i. e. expeditiously. luexpressible. Perilous.


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