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We that are true lovers, run into ftrange capers ; “ but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love “mortal in folly.”

Rof. Thou speak’st wiser, than thou art ware of. Clo. Nay, I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit, till I break my shins against it.

Rof. Jove! Jove! this thepherd's paflion is much upon my fashion, Clo. And mine; but it grows something stale with me.

Cel. I pray you, one of you question yond man,
If he for gold will give us any food;
I faint almoft to death.
*Clo. Holla; you, clown !
Rof. Peace, fool; he's not thy kiosman.
Cor. Who calls ?
Clo. Your betters, Sir.
Cor. Else they are very wretched.
Rof. Peace, I say: Good even to you, friend.
Cor. And to you; gentle Sir, and to you all.

Ros. I pr’ythee, shepherd, if that love or gold
Çan in this desart place buy entertainment,
Bring us where we may rest ourselves, and feed;
Here's a young maid with travel much oppress’d,
And faints for succour.

Cor. Fair Sir, I pity her,
And with for her fake, more than for mine own,
My fortunes were more able to relieve her :
But I am shepherd to another man,
And do not sheer the fleeces that I grase;
My master is of churlish difpofition,
And little wreaks to find the way to heav'n
By doing deeds of hospitality :
Besides, his cote, his Rocks, and bounds of feed
Are now on sale, and at our sheep-cote now,
By reason of his absence, there is nothing
That

you will feed on ; but what is, come see, And in my voice most welcome shall you be. Rof. What is he that shall buy his flock and pa.

sture ? Cor. That young swain that you saw here but ere

while, That little cares for buying any thing.

Rof. I pray thee, if it stand with honesty,
Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the flock,
And thou shalt have to pay for it of us.

Cel. And we will mend thy wages.
I like this place, and willingly could waste
My time in it.

Cor. Affuredly, the thing is to be fold;
Go with me; if you like, upon report,
The soil, the profit, and this kind of life,
I will your very faithful feeder be ;
And buy it with your gold right suddenly: [Exeunf.
SCENE V. Changes to a desart part of the foreft.

Enter Aniens, Jaques, and others,

S O N G.
Under the greenwood-tree,
Who loves to lie with ine,
And tune his merry note,
Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Come bither, come hither, come hither :

Here all he fee

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But winter and rough weather. Jaq. More, more, I pr’ythee, more, Ami. It will make you melancholy, Monsieur Jaques. Jaq. I thank it; more, I pr’ythee, more;

I fuck melancholy out of a song, as a weazel fucks eggs : more, I pr’ythee, more.

Ami. My voice is rugged; I know I cannot please you.

Jaq. “ I do not desire you to please me, I do desire

you to sing;” come, come, another stanzo ; call you 'em stanzo's ?

Ami. What you will, Monsieur Jaques.

Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names, they owe me nothing. Will you fing?

Ami. More at your request, than to please myself.

Jaq. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thalk you; but that they call compliments, is like the encounter of two dog-apes. And when a man thanks

me heartily, methinks I have given him a penny, and he renders me the beggarly thanks. Come, ling; and you that will not, hold your tongues.

Ami. Well, I'll end the song, Sirs; cover the while; the Duke will dine under this tree; he hath been all this day to look you.

Jaq. And I have been all this day to avoid him. He is too disputable for my company : I think of as many matters as 'he, but I give Heav'n thanks, and make no boast of them. Come, warble, come.

SON G.
Who doth ambition fhun,
And loves to lie i' bsun,
Seeking the food he eats,
And pleas'd with what he gets ;
Come hither, come hither, come hither ;

Here shall be see

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But winter and rough weather. Jeq. I'll give you a verse to this note, that I made yer sterday in despight of my invention.

imi. And I'll sing it.
faq. Thus.it goes.

If it do come to pass,
That any man turn ass ;
Leaving kis wealth and safe

I ftubborn will to please,
Duc ad nee, duc ad me, duc ad me;

Here shall be les

Gross fools as be,
An if he will come to me.
Ami. What's that Duc ad me??

Jaq. Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle. I'll

go to sleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail against all the first-born of Egypt.

Ami. And I'll go seek the Duke; his banquet is prepar'd.

[Exeunt, severuiiy. SCENE VI. Enter Orlando'and Adam. Adam. Dear master, I can go no further; 0, I die VOL. II.

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for food! here lie I down, and measure out my grave. Farewel, kind master.

Orla. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee? live a little; comfort a little ; cheer thyself a little.. If this uncouth forest yield any thing savage, I will either be food for it, or bring it for food to thee : thy conceit is nearer death, than thy powers. For my fake be comfortable, hold death a while at the arm's end. I will be here with thee presently; and if I bring thee not something to eat, I'll give thee leave to die. But if thou-diest before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well said, thou look'st cheerly. And I'll be with thee quickly; yet thou liest in the bleak air. Come, I will bear thee to fome fhelter, and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this desart. Cheerly, good Adam.

[Exeunt. SCE N E · VII. Enter Duke sen. and Lords. [.4 table set out.

Duke fen. I think he is transform'd into a beast, For I can no where find him like a man.

i Lord. My Lord, he is, but evea now gone hence. Here was he merry, hearing of a song.

Duke fen. If he, compact of jars, grow musical,
We shall have shortly discord in the spheres :
Go, seek him ; tell him, I would fpeak with him.

Enter Jaques.
i Lord. He saves niy labour by his own approach.
Duke fen. Wly, 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'th' forest,
A motley fool; a miserable varlet !
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 fet terms, and yet a motley fool.

Good morrow, fool, quoth I: No, Sir, quoth he,
Call me not fool, till Heayen hath sent me fortune;

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* And then he drew a dial from his poak, * And locking on it with lack-lustre eye,

Says, very wisely, It is ten o'clock: * Thus may we fee, quoth he, how the world wags :

'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine,
* And after one hour more ’rwill be cleven ;

And so fronı 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 langs began to crow like chanticleer,
That fools should be so deep contemplative :
And I did laugh, fans intermission,
An hour by his dial. O noble fool,
A worthy fool! motley's the only wear.

Duke fen. What fool is this?

Jag. O worthy fool! one that hath been a courtier, “ And fays, 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-bilket After a voyage, he hath ftrange places crammid “ With observation, the which he vents 56 In mangled forins. Othat I were a fool ! I am ambitious for a motley coat,

Duke sen. Thou shalt have one,

Jaq. It is my only fuit; 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, 6 To blow on whom I please; for so fools have ; 56 And they that are most galled with my folly,

They most must laugh. And why, Sir, must they for - The why is plain, as way to parish-church; 66 He whom a fool doth very wisely hit, “ Doth very foolithly, although he sinart, 6. Not to seem senseless of the bob. If not, • The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd “ Ev’n by the fqpand’ring glances of a fool. Invest me in my motley, give me leave To speak my mind, and I will through and through Cleanse the foul body of th’infested world,

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