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Ami. Well, I'll end the fong, 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 difputable for my company: I think of as many matters as he, but I give heav'n thanks, and make no boaft of them. Come, warble, come.
Who doth ambition shun,
Seeking the food he eats,
Come hither, come hither, come hither ;
But winter and rough weather.
Jaq. I'll give you a verfe to this note, that I made
If it do come to pass,
Ami. What's that's ducdame?
Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle. I'll go to fleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll raik against all the first-born of Egypt.
Ami. And I'll go feek the Duke: his banquet is pre[Exeunt, feverally.
Enter Orlando and Adam.
Adam. Dear mafter, I can go no further; O, I die
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 thy felf a little. If this uncouth Foreft yield any thing favage, 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 fomething to eat, I'll give thee leave to die. But if thou dieft before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well faid, thou look'st cheerly. And I'll be with thee quickly; yet thou lieft in the bleak air. Come, I will bear thee to fome shelter, and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this Defart. Cheerly, good Adam. [Exeunt. [A Table fet out. Duke Sen. I think, he is transform'd into a beast, For I can no where find him like a man.
Enter Duke Sen. and Lords.
1 Lord. My Lord, he is but even now gone hence; Here was he merry, hearing of a Song.
Duke Sen. If he, compact of jars, grow mufical,
1 Lord. He faves my labour by his own approach. Duke Sen. Why, how now, Monfieur, what a life is this,
That your poor friends must woo your company?
Jaq. A fool, a fool; I met a fool i' th' forest,
Call me not fool, 'till heaven hath sent me fortune;
Thus may we fee, quoth he, how the world wags:
A worthy fool! motley's the only wear.
Jaq. 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,
Duke Sen. Thou fhalt have one.
Provided, that you weed your better judgments
Doth very foolishly, although he smart,
If they will patiently receive my medicine.
Duke Sen. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst
Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do but good? Duke Sen. Moft mischievous foul fin, in chiding fin : For thou thy felf hast been a libertine, As fenfual as the brutish fting it felf; And all th' emboffed fores and headed evils, That thou with licence of free foot haft caught, Would't thou difgorge 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 fay, the city-woman bears The coft of Princes on unworthy fhoulders ? Who can come in, and fay, that I mean her; When fuch a one as fhe, fuch is her neighbour? Or what is he of basest function, That fays, his bravery is not on my coft; Thinking, that I mean him; but therein futes His folly to the metal of my speech? There then; how then? what then? let me fee wherein My tongue hath wrong'd him; if it do him right,
Seem fenfeless of the bob. If not, &c.] Befides that the third Verfe is defective one whole Foot in Measure, the Tenour of what Jaques continues to fay, and the Reasoning of the Palfage, fhew it is no lefs defective in the Seufe. There is no doubt, but the two little Monofyllables, which I have supply'd, were either by Accident wanting in the Manufcript Copy, or by Inadvertence were left out at Press.
Then he hath wrong'd himself; if he be free,
Orla. Forbear, and eat no more.
Or else a rude despiser of good manners,
Orla. You touch'd my vein at firft; the thorny point
Jaq. If you will not
Be answered with reafon, I must die.
Duke Sen. What would you have? Your gentleness fhall force,
More than your force move us to gentleness.
Orla. I almoft die for food, and let me have it.
Orla. Speak you fo gently? pardon me, I pray you; I thought, that all things had been favage here; And therefore put I on the countenance Of stern commandment. But whate'er you are, That in this defart inacceffible, Under the fhade of melancholy boughs,
Lofe and neglect the creeping hours of time;