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Lose and neglect the creepirg hours of time ;
If ever you have look'd on better days;
If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church;
If ever fate at any good man's feast;
If ever from your eyelids wip'd a tear,
And know what 'tis to pity, and be pitied;
Let gentleness my strong enforcement be,
In the which hope I blush, and hide my

Duke Sen. True is it, that we have seen better days ;
And have with holy bell been knoll'd to church;
And fate at good men's feasts, and wip'd our eyes
Of drops, that facred pity hath engender’d:
And therefore fit you down in gentleness,
And take upon command what help we have,
That to your wanting may be ministred.

Orla. 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 wearý 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 Sen. Go find him out,
And we will nothing waste 'till you return.
Orla. I thank ye; and be bless'd for your good com-

Duke Sen. Thou seeft, we are not all alone unhappy
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 fatchel,
And shining morning-face, creeping like fnail
Unwillingly to school. And then, the lover;
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad


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Made to his mistress' eye-brow, Then, a soldier;
Full of itrange 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 faws (13) and modern instances,
And so he plays his part. The fixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose, and pouch on fide ;
His youthful hose well fav’d, a world too wide
For his shrunk Thank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes,
And whistles in his found. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness, and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, fans eyes, sans tafte, fans every thing.

Enter Orlando, with Adam.
Duke Sen. Welcome: Set down your venerable burden,
And let him feed.

Orla. I thank you most for him.

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

Duke Sen. Welcome, fall to: I will not trouble you,
As yet to question you about your fortunes.
Give us some mufick; and, good cousin, fing.

S 0 N G.
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,
Altho' thy breath be rude.

and modern infances.] It is very observable that Shakespeare uses modern exactly in the manner the Greeks used xa tròs ; which hgnifies sometimes in their writings novas, recens; and sometimes ab Judus.

Mr. Warbartons

Heigh ho! sing, heigh ho! unto the green holly;.
Mott friendship is feigning; most loving mere folly:

Then heigh ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter kya
That doft not bite so nigh

As benefits forgot :
Tho' thou the waters warp,
Thy fting is not so sharp

As friend remembred not

Heigh ho! fing, &c. Duke Sen. If that you were the good Sir Rowlana's fon, 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'm 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


fortunes understand. [Exeunt.

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TOT see him fince: Sir, Sir, that cannot be:
But were I not the better


I should not seek an absent argument
Of my revenge, thou present: But look to it;
Find out thy brother, where soe'er he is;
Seek him with candle: 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 seisure, 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. 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. [Exeunt.

SCENE changes to the Forest.

Enter Orlando,

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And thou thrice crowned Queen of nightsurvey, With thy chalte eye, from thy pale sphere above,

Thy huntress' name that my full life doth sway. O Rosalind! these trees shall be my books,

And in their barks my thoughts I'll character That every eye, which in this forest looks,

Shall see thy virtue witness’d every where:
Run, run, Orlando, carve, on every tree,
The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive fhe. [Exit.

Enter Corin and Clown,
Cor.' And how like you this shepherd's life, Mr, Touch-

fone ?

Clo. Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, it is naught. In respect that it is solitary, I like it very well; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now in repeat 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 plenty in it, it goes much against my stomach. Haft any philosophy in thee, fhepherd ?


Cor. No more, but that I know, the more one fickens the worse at ease heis: And that he, that wants money, 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 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 dull kindred.

Clo. Such a one is a natural philosopher. Waft ever in court, shepherd ?

Cor. No, truly.
Clo. Then thou art damn'd.
Cor. Nay, I hope ----
Clo. Truly, thou art damn’d, like an ill-roasted egg,
all on one side.

Cor. For not being at court ? your reason.

Clo. Why, if thou never wast at court, thou never faw'st good manners ; if thou never saw'st good manners, then thy manners must be wicked; and wickedness is sin, and fin is damnation : Thou art in a parlous state, thepherd,

Cor. Not a whit, Touchstone: Those, that are 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 courtesy would be uncleanly, if courtiers were shepherds.

Clo. Instance, briefly; come, instance, Cor. Why, we are ftill handling our ewes; and their fels, you know, are greasy.

Clo. Why, do not your courtiers hands sweat ? and is not the grease of a mutton as wholsome as the sweat of a man ? shallow, shallow; -a better instance, I say : Come.

Cor. Besides, our hands are hard.
Clo. 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 courtier's hands are perfumed with civet.


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