And therefore sit you down in gentleness, Orl. 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 suffic'd,- Duke S. Orl. I thank ye; and be bless'd for your good 'comfort! [Exit. Duke S. Thou seest, we are not all alone un happy : This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Jaq. And then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel, Even in the cannon's mouth: And then, the justice; With eyes severe, and beard of format cut, • Violent. + Trite, common. And so he plays bis part: The sixth age shifts With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side; Re-enter Orlando, with Adam. Duke S. Welcome: set down your venerable burden, And let him feed. Orl. I thank you most for him. Adam. So had you need; I scarce can speak to thank you for myself. Duke S. Welcome, fall to: I will not trouble you As yet, to question you about your fortunes:Give us some musick; and, good cousin, sing. Amiens sings, SONG. I. Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind* As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Although thy breath be rude. * Unnatural. Heigh, ho! sing, heigh, ho! unto the green holly: II. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, Though thou the waters warp, As friend remember'd not. Duke S. If that you were the good Sir Rowland's SOD, As you have whisper'd faithfully, you were; And as mine eye doth his effigies witness That lov'd your father: The residue of your fortune, • Remembering. [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I. A room in the palace. Enter Duke Frederick, Oliver, Lords, and attend ants. Duke F. Not see him since? Sir, sir, that cannot be: But were I not the better part made mercy, I should not seek an absent argument Of my revenge, thou present: But look to it; Seek him with candle; bring him dead or living, Thy lands, and all things that thou dost call thine, Oli. O, that your highness knew my heart in this! I never lov'd my brother in my life. Duke F. 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: * Seize by legal process. + Expeditiously. SCENE II. The Forest. Enter Orlando, with a paper. Orl. 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 unexpressive she. [Exit. Enter Corin and Touchstone. Cor. And how like you this shepherd's life, master Touchstone? Touch. 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 respect 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. Hast thou any philosophy in thee, shepherd? Cor. No more, but that I know, the more one sickens, the worse at ease he is; and that he that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends:That the property of rain is to wet, • Inexpressible. |