Jaq. An you will not be answered with reason, I must die. Duke S. What would you have? Your gentle- More than your force move us to gentleness. Orl. Speak you so gently? Pardon me, I pray you: I thought that all things had been savage here; And therefore put I on the countenance Of stern commandment: But whate'er you are, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Orl. Then, but forbear your food a little while, Duke S. Go find him out, And we will nothing waste till you return. Orl. I thank ye; and be bless'd for your good comfort! [Exit. Duke S. Thou seest, we are not all alonè un happy: This wide and universal theatre Presents more woful pageants than the scene Jaq. Made to his mistress' eye-brow: Then, a soldier; Even in the cannon's mouth: And then, the justice; Duke S. Welcome: set down your venerable And let him feed. (1) Violent. (2) Trite, common. 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 yat, to question you about your fortunes:Give us some music; and, good cousin, sing. Amien's sings. SONG. I. Blow, blow, thou winter wind, As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh, ho! sing, heigh, ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh, ho, the holly! II. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, Though thou the waters warp, As friend remember'd2 not. Heigh, ho! sing, heigh, ho! &c. Duke S. If that you were the good sir Row- As you have whisper'd faithfully, you were; (1) Unnatural. Go to my cave and tell me.-Good old man, [Exe. ACT III. SCENE I-A room in the palace. Enter Duke Frederick, Oliver, Lords, and attendants. Duke F. Not see him since? Sir, sir, that can- But were I not the better part made mercy, 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 And let my officers of such a nature [Exe. 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. (1) Seize by legal process. 1 (2) Expeditiously O Rosalind! these trees shall be my books, Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where. 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, 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. Touch. Such a one is a natural philosopher.Wast ever in court, shepherd? Cor. No, truly. Touch. Then thou art damn'd. Cor. Nay, I hope,——— Touch. Truly, thou art damn'd; like an ill roasted egg, all on one side. Cor. For not being at court? Your reason. Touch. Why, if thou never wast at court, the (1) Inexpressible, |