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If they will patiently receive my medicine.
Duke fen. Fie on thee ! I can tell what thou wouldst.

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Jag. What, for a counter, would I do but good ?

Duke fen. Most mischievous foul sin, in chiding fin : For thou thyself haft been a libertine, As sensual as the brutish fting itself; And all th' embossed sores and headed evils, That thou with licence of free foot haft 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 baseft function, • That says, his bravery is not on my " Thinking, that I mean him; but therein suits “ His folly to the metal of my speech? • There tħen; how then? what then ? let me see

" wherein 6 My tongue hath wrong'd him; if it do him right, - Then he hath wrong'd himself; if he be free,

Why, then my taxing, like a wild goose, flics 6 Unclaim'd of any man,

But who comes here? SCENE VIII. Enter. Orlando, with his fword drawn.

Orla. Forbear, and eat no more.-
Jaq. Why, I have eat none yet.
Orla. Nor shalt thou, till necessity be serv'd.
Faq. Of what kind should this cock come of?

Duke sen. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy distress?
Or else à rude despiser of good manners,
That in civility thou seem'st so empty?

Orla. You touch'd my vein at first; the thorny point Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the shew Of smooth civility ; yet am I in-land bred, And know some nurture. But forbear, I say.

cost;

He dies that touches any of this fruit,
Till I and my affairs are answered.

Jaq. If you will not
Be answered with reason, I must die.
Duke fen. What would you have? Your gentlenessi

shall force, More than your force move us to gentleness.

Orla. I almost die for food, and let me have it. Duke fen. Sit down and feed, and welcome to our

table. Orla. Speak you fo gently? pardon me, I pray you; I thought that all things had been savage here; And therefore put I on the countenance Of ftern commandment. But whate'er you are, * That in this desart 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 fat at any good man's featt; • If ever from your eye-lids wip'd a tear, * And know what 'tis to pity, and be pity'd;' Let gentleness my strong inforcement be, In the which hope I blush, and hide my sword. Duke fen. True is it that we have seen better

days;
And have with holy bell been knollid to church;
And fat at good mens' feasts, and wip'd our eyes
Of drops that sacred pity had 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 weary step
Limp'd in pure love; till he be first fuffic'd,
Opprefs'd with two weak cvils, age and hụdgers
I will not touch a bit.

Duke sen. Go find him out,
And we will notling waste till you return.

Orla. I thank ye; and be bless'd for your good comfort !

[Exit.

S C Ε Ν Ε IX. Duke fen. Thou seest, we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and universal theatre Presents more woful 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 feven 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 snail

Unwillingly to fchool. And then the lover,

Sighing like furnace, with a woful balad • Made to his mistress' eye-brow. Then a foldier, * 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,
i Full of wise faws 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 fhank; 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, sans eyes,

fans taste, sans every thing. SCENE X. Enter Orlando, with Adam.

Duke fen. Welcome : set down your venerable burAnd let him feed.

[den, Orla. I thank you moft for him. Adam. So biad you need,

I scarce can speak to thank you

for myself.
Duke fen. Welcome, fall to : I will not trouble you,
As yet to question you about your fortunes.
Give us some music; and, good cousin, sing.

SON G.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind

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

Altho' thy breath be rude.
Heigh ho! sing, beigh bo! unto the green holly;
Most friendship is feigning ; most loving mere fobly,

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

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

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

As friend remember'd not.
Heigh bo! Jing, &c.
Duke fen. If that you were the good Sir Rowland's

fon,
As you have whisper'd faithfully you were,
And as mine eye doth his effigies witness,
Most truly limin'd, and living in your face,
Be truly welcome hither. I'm the Duke,
That loy'd

your father. The residue of your fortune
Go to my cave and tell me.
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,

Good old man,

ACT III. S C Ε Ν Ε Ι.

The palace.
Enter Dyke, Lords, and Oliver.

OT see him since ? Sir, Sir,, that cannot be ;

Dute. N Bulwerg 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, whercioe'er he is;
Seek him with candle; bring hiin 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 canft 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. Miore 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. S CE NE II. Ghanges to the foreji.

Enter Orlando, Orla. Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love;

And thou thrice-crowned queen of night survey, With thy chaste 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 unexpreflive fhe. [Exit.

SCENE III. Enter Corin and Clown.

Cor. And how like you this shepherd's life, Mr Touchstone ?

Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a “ good life; but in refpect that it is a fhepherd's life, " it is naught. In refpest that it is solitary, I like it

very well; but in respect that it is private, it is a “ very vile life. Now, in rcfpect it is in the fields, it si pleaseth me wcll; but in respect it is not in the

court, it is tedious. As it is a spare life, look you,

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