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savage, I will either be food for it, or bring it for They most must laugh : And why, sir, must they food to tbee. Thy conceit is nearer death than
80! thy powers. For my sake, be comfortable ; Lold The why is plain as way to parish church • death awbile at the arm's end : I will bere be with He, that a fool doth very wisely hit, theo presently; and if I bring thee not something Doth very foolishly although he smart, to eat, I'll give thee leave to die : but if thou diest Not to seem senseless of the bob: if not, before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd Well said ! thou look’st cheerily : and I'll be with Even by the squandering glances of the fool. thee quickly.-Yet thou liest in the bleak air : Invest me in my motley; give me lave Come, I will bear thee to some shelter ; and thou To speak my mind, and I will through and through shall not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any- Cleanse the foul body of the infected world, thing in this desert. Cheerly, good Adam. If they will patiently receive my medicine.
[Exeunt. Duke S. Fye on thee! I can tell what thou
wouldst do. SCENE VII.-The same. A Table set mit. Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do, but Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, Lords, and others.
good ? Duke S. I think he be transform'd into a beast;
Duke S. Most mischievous foul sin, in chiding For I can no where find him like a man. i Lord. My lord, be is but even now gone hence ; As sensual as the brutish sting itself;
For thou thyself hast been a libertine, Here was he merry, hearing of a song.
And all the embossed sores, and headed evils, Duke S. If he, compact of jars, grow musical, We shall have shortly discord in the spheres :
That thou with licence of free foot bast caught,
Wouldst thou disgorge into the general world. Go, saek him; tell bim I would speak with him.
Jaq. Why, who cries out on pride,
That can therein tax any private party ?
What woman in the city dovl name
The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders? Jaq. fool, a fool! -I met a fool i'the Who can come in, and say, that i do mean her, forest,
When such a one as she, such is ber neighbour ? A motley fool ;-a miserable world !
Or what is he of basest function, As I do live by food, I met a fool;
That says, his bravery is not on my cost, Wbo laid bim down and bask'd him in the sun, (Thinking that I mean him.) but therein suits And rail'd on lady Fortune in good terms,
His folly to the mettle of my speech? In good set terms,—and yet a motley fool. There then; How, what then? Let me see Good-morrow, fool, quoth Í : No, sir, quoth be,
therein Call me not fool, till heaven hath sent me fortune : My tongue hath wrong'd him: if it do him right, And then he drew a dial from his poke :
Then be hath wrong'å himself; if he be free, And looking on it with lack-lustre eye,
Why then, my taxing like a wild goose flies, Says, very wisely, It is ten o'clock :
Unclaim'd of any man.—But who comes bere? Thus may we see, quoth he, how the world wags; 'Tis but an hour ago, since it was nine ;
Enter ORLANDO, with his sword drawn. And after an hour more, 'twill be eleven ;
Orl. Forbear, and eat no more. And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe,
Why, I have eat none yet. And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot,
Orl. Nor shalt not, till necessity be serv'd. And thereby hangs a tale. When I did hear
Jaq. Of what kind should this cock come of ? The motley fool thus moral on the time,
Duke S. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,
distress; That fools should be so deep contemplative; Or else a rude despiser of good manners, And I did laugh, sans intermission,
That in civility thou seem'st so empty? An hour by bis dial.-O noble fool!
Orl. You touch'd my vein at first; the thorny A worthy fool! Motley's the only wear.
point Duke S. What fool is this?
Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show Jaq. O worthy fool! - One that hath been a Of smooth civility: yet am I inland bred, courtier;
And know some nurture : But forbear, I say; And says, it ladies be but young, and fair,
He dies that touches any of this fruit, They have the gift to know it : and in his brain,-- Till I and my affairs are answered. Which is as ary as the remainder bisket
Jaq. An you will not be answered with reason, After a voyage, -he hath strange places cramm'd I must die With observation, the which he vents
Duke S. What would you have? Your gentleness In mangled forms:-0, that I were a fool ?
shall force I am ambitious for a motley coat.
More than your force move us to gentleness. Duke S. Thou shalt bave one.
Orl. I almost die for food, and let me bave it. Jaq.
It is my only suit ; Duke S. Sit down and feed, and welcome to our Provided, that you weed your better judgments
table. Of all opinion that grows rank in them,
Orl. Speak you so gently? Pardon me, I pray That I am wise. I must have liberty
you: Withal, as large a charter as the wind,
I thought, that all things had been sarage bere , To blow on whom I please ; for so fools bave And therefore put I on the countenance And they that are most galled with my folly, Of stern commandment: But whate'er you are,
That in this desert inaccessible,
Duke S. Welcome, fall to; I will not trouble Leder the shade of melancholy boughs,
you Lose and neglect the creeping bours of time; As yet, to question you about your fortunes.If ever you bave look'd on better days;
Give us some musick; and, good cousin, sing. If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church ; If ever sat at any good man's feast;
Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Duke S. True it is that we have seen better
Thou art not so unkind days;
As man's ingratitude ; And bave with holy bell been knoll’d to church ;
Thy tooth is not so keen, And sat at good men's feasts ; and wip'd our eyes
Because thou art not seen, Of drops that sacred pity hath engender'd :
Although thy breath be rude. And therefore sit you down in gentleness,
Heigh, ho! sing, heigh, ho! unto the green holly: And take upon command #bat help we bave, Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: That to your wanting may be ministred,
Then, heigh, ho, the holly! Ort. Then, but forbear your food a little wbile.
This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh Oppress'd with two weak evils, age, and hunger,
As benefits forgot :
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remember'd not. Orl. I thank ye ; and be bless'd for your good Heigh, ho! sing, heigh, ho! &c. comfort!
[Exit. Duke S. Thou seest, we are not all alone un.
Duke S. If that you were the good Sir Rowland's
son, happy :
As you have whisper'd faithfully you were ; This wide and universal theatre
And as mine eye doth his effigies witness
Most truly limn'd, and living in your face,
Be truly welcome bither : lam the duke,
That lov'd your father: The residue of your And all the men and women merely players :
fortune, They have their exits, and their entrances;
Go to my cave and tell me.-Good old man, And one man in his time plays many parts,
Thou art right welcome as thy master is; His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant.
Support him by the arm.-Give me your band, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms;
And let me all your fortunes understand. [Exeunt.
SCENE I.-A Room in the Palace.
Enter DUKE FREDERICK, OLIVER, Lords, and justice;
Duke F. Not see him since ? Sir, sir, that can. Full of wise saws and modern instances,
not be: And so he plays his part : The sixth age shifts But were I not the better part made mercy, Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon;
I should not seek an absent argument With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side; Of my revenge, thou present : But look to it; His youthful bose weil sav'd, a world too wide Find out thy brother, wheresoe'er he is: For bis shrunk sbank; and his big manly voice, Seek him with candle ; bring bim dead or living, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes Within this twelvemonth, or turn thou no more And whistles in his sound : Last scene of all, To seek a living in our territory. That ends this strange eventful bistory,
Thy lands, and all things that thou dost call thine, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion;
Worth seizure, do we seize into our hands;
Of what we think against thee.
Oli. O, that your highness knew my beart in
this! Duke S. Welcome: Set down your venerable I never lov'd my brother in my life. burden,
Duke F. More villain thou.- Well, push bim And let him feed.
out of doors. Orl.
I thank you most for him. And let my officers of such a nature Adam. So had you need;
Make an extent upon his house and lands : scarce can speak to thank you for myself. Do this expediently, and turn him going. (Exeuult.
Touch. Most shallow man! Thou worms-meat, SCENE II.-The Forest.
in respect of a good piece of flesh: Indeed !-Learn Enter ORLANDO, with a paper.
of the wise, and perpend : Civet is of a baser birth
than tar ; the very uncleanly flux of a cat. Mend Orl. Hang there, my verse, in witness of my the instance, shepherd. love:
Cor. You have too courtly a wit for me ; I'll And, thou, thrice-crowned queen of night, survey rest. With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above, Touch. Wilt thou rest damn'd? God help thee,
Thy huntress' name, that my full life doth sway. shallow man! God make incision in thee! thou art O Rosalind! these trees shall be my books,
And in their barks my thoughts I'll character ; Cor. Sir, I am a true labourer; I earn that I cat, That every eye, which in this forest looks, get that I wear; owe no man hate, envy no man's
Shall see thy virtue witness'd everywhere. happiness; glad of other men's good, content with Run, run, Orlando ; carve, on every tree, my harm : and the greatest of my pride is, to see The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. [Erit. my ewes graze, and my lambs suck.
Touch. That is anotber simple sin in you; to Enter Corin and TouchstONE.
bring the ewes and the rams together, and to offer Cor. And how like you this shepherd's life, mas- to get your living by the copulation of cattle : to be ter Touchstone ?
bawd to a bell-wether; and to betray a she-lamb of Touch. Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a twelvemonth, to a crooked-pated, old cuckoldly a good life ; but in spe that it is a shepherd's ram, out of all reasonable match. If thou be'st lite, it is naught. In respect that it is solitary I not damn'd for this, the devil himself will have no like it very well; but in respect that it is private, sbepherds; I cannot see else how thou shouldst it is a very vile life. Now in respect it is in the 'scape. fields, it pleaseth me well; but in respect it is not Cor. Here comes young master Ganymede, my in the court, it is tedious. As it is a spare life, new mistress's brother. look you, it fits my humour well; but as there is
Enter Rosalind, reading a paper. no more plenty in it, it goes much against my sto. mach. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd ?
Ros. From the east to western Ind, Cor. No more, but that I know, the more one
No jewel is like Rosalind. sickens, the worse at ease he is; and that he that
Her worth, being mounted on the wind,' wants money, means, and content, is without three
Through all the world bears Rosalind. good friends :- That the property of rain is to wet,
All the pictures, fairest lin'd, and fire to burn: That good pasture makes fat
Are but black to Rosalind. sheep; and that a great cause of the night, is lack
Let no face be kept in mind, of the sun! That he, that hath learned no wit by
But the fair of Rosalind. nature nor art, may complain of good breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred.
Touch. I'll rhyme you so, eight years together ; Touch. Such a one is a natural philosopher. dinners, and suppers, and sleeping hours excepted : Wast ever in court, shepherd ?
it is the right butter woman's rank to market. Cor. No, truly.
Ros. Out, fool !
Touch. For a taste :-
If a hart do lack a hind, roasted egg, all on one side.
Let him seek out Rosalind. Cor. For not being at court? Your reason.
If the cat will after kind, Touch. Why, if thou never wast at court, thou
So, be sure, will Rosalind. never saw'st good manners; if thou never saw'st
Winter-garments must be lin'd, good manners, then thy manners must be wicked;
So must slender Rosalind. and wickedness is sin, and sin is damnation : Thou
They that reap, must sheaf and bind; art in a parlous state, shepherd.
Then to cart with Rosalind. Cor. Not a whit, Touchstone : those, that are
Sweetest nut hath sowrest rind, good manners at the court, are as ridiculous in the
Such a nut is Rosalind. country, as the behaviour of the country is most
He that sweetest Rose will: nd, mookable at the court. You told me, you salute Must find love's prick, ani' Rosalind not at the court, but you kiss your hands ; that courtesy, would be uncleanly, if courtiers were This is the very false gallop of verses ; Why do shepherds.
you infect yourself with them? Touch. Instance, briefly ; come, instance.
Ros. Peace, you dull fool ; I found them on a Cor. Why, we are still handling our ewes; and tree. their fells, you know, are greasy.
Touch. Truly, the tree yields bad fruit. Touch. Why, do not your courtier's hands sweat? Ros. I'll graff it with you, and then I shall graff and is not the grease of a mutton as wholesome as it with a medlar : then it will be the earliest fruit the swoat of a man? Shallow, shallow : A better in the country : for you'll be rotten e'er you be balf instance, I say; come.
ripe, and that's the right virtue of the medlar. Cor. Besides, our hands are bard.
Touch. You have said; but whether wisely or Touch. Your lips will feel them the sooner. no, let the forest judge. Shallow, again: A more sounder instance, come. Cor. And they are often tar'd over with the
Enter Celia, reading a paper. surgery of our sheep; And would you have us kiss tar? The courtier's hands are perfumed with | Ros. Peace! civet.
Here comes my sister, reading ; stand aside.
Cel. Why should this desert silent be?
Ros. Good my complexion! dost thou think, For it is unpeopled ? No;
tbougb I am caparison'd like a man, I have a doub. Tongues I'll hang on every tree,
let and bose in my disposition ? One inch of delay That shall civil sayings show :
more is a South-sea-off discovery. I pr’ythee, teli Some, how brief the life of man
me, who is it? quickly, and speak apace: I would Runs his erring pilgrimage ;
thou couldst stammer, that tbou might'st pour this That the stretching of a span
concealed man out of thy mouth, as wine comes out Buckles in his sum of age.
of a narrow-mouth'd bottle ; either too much at Some, of riolated vows
once, or none at all. I pr'ythee take the cork out
Cel. So you may put a man in your belly.
Ros. Is he of God's making?' What manner of
mau ? Is bis head worth a hat, or his chin worth a Teaching all that read, to know
Cel. Nay, he hath but a little beard.
Ros. Why, God will send more, if the man will
be thankful : let me stay the growth of his beard, That one body should be fillid
if Ibou delay me not the knowledge of bis chin. With all graces wide enlarg'd:
Cel. It is young Orlando; that tripp'd up the Nature presently distill'd
wrestler's heels, and your heart, both in an instant. Helen's cheek, but not her heart;
Ros. Nay, but the devil take mocking; speak Cleopatra's majesty;
sad brow, and true maid.
Cel. l'faith, coz, 'tis he.
Ros. Alas the day! what shall I do with my of many faces, eyes, and hearts,
doublet and hose ?- What did he when tbou saw'st To have the touches dearest priz'd.
him? What said he? How look'd be? Wherein Heaven would that she these gifts should have, went be? What makes be here ? Did he ask for And I to live and die her slave.
me ? Where remains he? How parted lie with thee?
and when shalt thou see him again? Answer me in Ros. O most gentle Jupiter !—what tedious ho- one word. mily of love have you wearied your parishioners Cel. You must borrow me Garagantua's mouth witbal, and never cry'd, Have patience, good people ! first : 'tis a word too great for any mouth of this
Cel. How now! back, friends ;-Shepherd, go age's size : To say, ay, and no, to these particulars, off a little:-Go with him, sirrah.
is more than to answer in a catechism. Touch. Come, shepherd, let us make an honour- Ros. But doth he know that I am in this forest, able retreat; though not with bag and baggage, yet and in man's apparel ? Looks be as freslily as he did with scrip and scrippage.
the day he wrestled ? [Exeunt CORIN and TouchstONE. Cel. It is as easy to count atomies, as to resolve Cel. Didst thou hear these verses?
the propositions of a lover :--but take a taste of Ros. O, yes, I beard them all, and more too; my finding him, and relish it with a good obser. for some of them had in them more fett than the vance. I found him under a tree, like a dropp'd verses would bear. Cel. That's no matter; the feet might bear the Ros. It may well be called Jove's tree, when it
drops forth such fruit. Ros. Ay, but the feet were lame, and could not Cel. Give me audience, good madam. bear themselves without the verse, and therefore Ros. Proceed. stod lamely in the verse.
Cel. There lay be, stretch'd along, like a wounded Cel. But didst thou hear, without wondering how knight. thy name should be hang'd and carved upon these Ros. Though it be pity to see such a sight, it trees?
well becomes the ground. Ros. I was seven of the nine days out of the Cel. Cry, holla? to thy tongue, I pr’ythee; it wonder, before you came ; for look here what I curvets very unseasonably. He was furnish'd like found on a palm tree : I was never so be-rhymed a hunter. since Pythagoras' time, that I was an Irish rat, Ros. O ominous! he comes to kill my heart. whicb I can hardly remember.
Cel. I would sing my song without a burden: Cel. Trow you, who hath done this?
thou bring'st me out of tune. Ros. Is it a man?
Ros. Do you not know I am a woman ? when I Cel. And a cbain, that you once wore, about his think, I must speak. Street, say on. Deck : Change you colour?
Enter ORLANDO and JAQUES. Ross. I pr'ythee, wbo?
Cel. O lord, lord ! it is a hard matter for friends Cel. You bring me out:-Soft! comes he not to meet; but mountains may be removed with
here? earthquakes, and so encounter.
Ros. 'Tis he ; slink by, and note bim. Ros. Nay, but who is it?
(Celia and Rosalind retire. Cel. Is it possible ?
Jaq. I thank you for your company; but, good Ros. Nay, I pray thee now, with most petitionary faith, I had as lief have been myself alone. vebemence, tell me who it is.
Or!. And so had I; but yet, for fashion sake, I Cel. O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonder- thank you too for your society. ful wonderful, and yet again wonderful, and after Jaq. God be with you; let's meet as little as we that out of all whooping'
Orl. I do desire we may be better strangers. Ros. With a thief to the gallows: for though be
Jaq. I pray you, mar no more trees with writing go as softly as foot can fall, he thinks himself too love songs in their barks.
soon there. Orl. I pray you, mar no more of my verses with Orl. Who stays it still withal ? reading them ill-favouredly.
Ros. With lawyers in the vacation : for they Jaq. Rosalind is your love's name?
sleep between term and term an! then they perOrl. Yes, just.
ceive not how time moves. Jaq. I do not like her name.
Orl, Where dwell you, pretty youth Orl. There was no thought of pleasing you, when Ros. With this shepherdess, my sister; here in she was christen'd.
the skirts of the forest, like fringe upon a pettiJag. What stature is she of? Orl. Just as high as my heart.
Orl. Are you native of this place ? Jaq. You are full of pretty answers : Have you Ros. As the coney, that you see dwell wbere she not been acquainted with goldsmiths' wivis, and is kindled. conn'd them out of rings?
Orl. Your accent is something finer than you Orl. Not so; but I answer you right painted could purchase in so removed a dwelling. cloth, from whence you have studied your ques
Ros. I bave been tola so of many ; but, indeed, tions.
an old religious uncle of mine taught me to speak, Jaq. You have a nimble wit; I think it was made who was in his youth an in-land man; one that of Atalanta's heels. Will you sit down with me? knew courtship too well, for there be fell in love. and we two will rail against our mistress the world, I have heard him read many lectures against it; and all our misery.
and I thank God, I am not a woman, to be touch'd Orl. I will chide no breather in the world, but with so many giddy offences as he bath generally myself; against whom I know most faults. tax'd tbeir wbole sex withal. Jaq. The worst fault you bave, is to be in love. Orl. Can you remember any of the priocipal evils
Orl. "Tis a fault I will not change for your best that he laid to the charge of women ? virtue. I am weary of you.
Ros. There were none principal ; tbey were all Jaq. By my troth, I was seeking for a fool when like one another, as half-pence are : every one fault I found you.
seeming monstrous, till his fellow fault came to Orl. He is drown'd in the brook ; look but in, match it. and you shall see him.
Orl. I pr’ythee, recount some of them. Jaq. There shall I see mine own figure.
Ros. No; I will not cast away my physic, but Ori. Which I take to be either a fool, or a cy on those that are sick. There is a man baunts the pher.
forest, that abuses our young plants with carvir.g Jag. I'll tarry no longer with you; farewell, good | Rosalind on their barks; bangs odes upon hawsignior love.
thorns, and elegies on brambles; all, forsooth, Orl. I am glad of your departure ; adieu, good deifying the name of Rosaliod: if I could meet monsieur melancholy.
that fancy-monger, I would give him some good [Erit J'AQUES.-Celia and Rosalind counsel, for he seems to have the quotidian of love
come forward. Ros. I will speak to bim like a saucy lacquey,
Orl, I am he that is so love-shaked; I pray you, and under that habit play the knave with him.--Do tell me your remedy. you hear, forester ?
Ros. There is none of my uncle's marks upon Orl. Very well ; what would you ?
you : he taught me bow to know a man in love ; Ros. I pray you, what is't a clock?
in which cage of rushes, I am sure you are tot Orl. You should ask me, what time o’day; there's prisoner. no clock in the forest.
Orl. What were his marks? Roo. Then there's no true lover in the forest; Ros. A lean cheek ; which you have not: a blue else sighing every minute, and groaning every eye, and sunken ; which you have not: an unques hour, would detect the lazy foot of time, as well as tonable spirit; which you have not: a beard nego a clock.
lected; which you have not: but I pardun you for Orl. And why not the swift foot of time ? had that; for, simply, your having in beard is a younger not that been as proper?
brother's revenue :—Then your hose should be unRos. By no means, sir : Time travels in divers garter’d, your honnet unbanded, your sleeve unbulpaces with divers persons : I'll tell you who time toned, your shoe untied, and everything about you ambles withal, who time trots withal, who time demonstrating a careless desolation. But you are gallops withal, and who be stands st:ll witbal ? no such man; you are rather point-device in your
Orl. I pr’ythee, who doth he trót withal ? accoutremenis'; as loving yourself, than seeming
Ros. Marry, bo trots hard with a young maid, the lover of any other. between tbe contract of her marriage, and the day Orl. Fair youth, I would I could make thee beit is solemnized ; if the interim be but a se'nnight, lieve I love. time's pace is so hard that it seems the length of Ros. Me believe it? you may as soon make her seven years.
that you love believe it: which, I warrant, she is Orl. Who ambles time withal ?
apter to do, than to confess she does; that is one Ros. With a priest that lacks Latin, and a rich of the points in the which women still give the lio man that hath not the gout: for the one sleeps to their consciences. But, in good sooth, are you easily, because he cannot study; and the other lives be that hangs the verses on the trees, wherein Ro. merrily, because be feels no pain : the one lacking salind is so admired ? the burden of lean and wasteful learning ; the other Orl. I swear to thce, youth, by the wbite band knowing no burden of heavy tedious penury : These of Rosalind, I am that he, that unfortunate he. time ambles withal.
Ros. But are you so much in love as your rbymes Orl. Who doth be gallop withal ?