thanks, and make no boast of them. Come, warble,

come.

SONG.

Who doth ambition fhun, [All together bere.
And loves to live i' the fun,
Seeking the food he eats,

And pleas'd with what he gets,

Come hither, come hither, come hither;
Here shall be fee

No enomy,

But winter and rough weather.

Enter Jaques.

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 muft woo your company?
What! you look merrily.

Jaq. A fool, a fool ———I met a fool i' the foreft,
A motley 4 fool,-a miferable world!--
As I do live by food, I met a fool;

Who laid him down, and bask'd him in the fun,
And rail'd on lady Fortune in good terms,

faq. I'll give you a verse to this note, that I made In good fet terms, and yet a motley fool.

yesterday in defpight of my invention.

Ami. And I'll fing it.

faq. Thus it goes:

If it do came to pass,
That any man turn afs,

Leaving his wealth and cafe,
A flubborn will to please,

Duc ad me, due ad me, duc ad me 1;
Here fhall be fee

Gofs fools as be,

An if he will come to me.

Ami. What's that duc ad me?

SCENE

VI.

Enter Orlando and Adam. Adam. Dear mafter, I can go no further: O, I die for food! Here lie I down, and meafure out my grave. Farewel, kind master.

[he

"Good-morrow, fool," quoth I: "No, fir," quoth
"Call me not fool,till heaven hath fent me fortune:"
And then he drew a dial from his poke;
And looking on it with lack-luftre eye,
Says, very wifely, "It is ten a-clock:
"Thus may we fee," quoth he, "how the world

'Tis but an hour ago, fince it was nine; [wags:
"And after one hour more, 'twill be eleven;
"And fo, from hour to hour, we ripe, and ripe,
"And then, from hour to hour, we rot, and rot,
"And thereby hangs a tale." When I did hear
The motley fool thus moral on the time,

My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,
That fools fhould be fo deep contemplative;
And I did laugh, fans intermiffion.
An hour by his dial.--O noble fool!
A worthy fool! Motley's the only wear.
Duke Sen. What fool is this?

[tior;

Jaq. O worthy fool!-One that hath been a cour
And fays, if ladies be but young, and fair,
which is as dry as the remainder bisket
They have the gift to know it: and in his brain,

After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd
With obfervation, the which he vents

Orla. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart
in thee? Live a little; comfort a little; cheer thy-In mangled forms:-0, that I were a fool!
felf a little: If this uncouth foreft yield any thing I am ambitious for a motley coat.
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 diest
before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour.
Well faid! thou look'ft cheerly: and I'll be with
thee quickly. Yet thou heft in the bleak air:
Come, I will bear thee to fome fheiter; and thou
fhalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any
thing in this defert. Cheerly, good Adam! [Exeunt.
SCENE VII.

Another part of the Foreft.
Enter Duke Senior and lodi. 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.

1 Lord. My lord, he is but even now gone
Here was he merry, hearing of a fong. [hence;
Duke Sen. If he, compact of jars 3, grow inufical,
We shall have fhortly difcord in the fpheres:-
Go, feek him; tell him, I would speak with him.

Duke Sen. Thou shalt have one.
Jaq. It is my only fuit 5;
Of all opinion that grows rank in them,
Provided, that you weed your better judgements
That I am wife. I must have liberty
Withal, as large a charter as the wind,
To blow on whom I pleafe; for fo fools have:
And they that are most gauled with my folly, [fo?
They most must laugh: And why, fir, muft they
The why is plain as way to parish church;
He, that a fool doth very wifely hit,
Doth very foolishly, although he smart,
Not to feem fenfelefs of the bob: if not,
The wife man's folly is anatomiz'd
Even by the fquandring glances of the fool,
Invest me in my motiey; give me leave
To fpeak my mind, and I will through and through
Cleanfe the foul body of the infected world,
If they will patiently receive my medicine.
Dake Sen. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldft
Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do, but good?
Duke Sen. Most mischievous foul fin, in chiding fin;

[do.

+ i. c. a

* That is, bring him to me; alluding to the burthen of Amiens's fong: Come hither, come hither, come Bither. A proverbial expreflion for high-born perfons. 3 i, e. made up of difcords. parti-coloured tool, alluding to his coat.

5 i. e. petition.

For

For thou thyself haft been a libertine,
As fenfual as the brutish fting itfelf;
And all the embossed fores, and headed evils,
That thou with licence of free foot hast caught,
Wouldst thou difgorge into the general world.

Faq. Why, who cries out on pride,
That can therein tax any private party?
Both it not flow as hugely as the fea,
'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 bafcft function,

That fays, his bravery is not on my co,
(Thinking that I mean him) but therein fuits
His folly to the metal of my fpeech? [wherein
There then; How then? What then? Let me feel
My tongue hath wrong'd him: if it do him right,
Then he hath wrong'd himfelf; if he be free,
Why then, my taxing like a wild goote flics,
Unclaim'd of any man.-But who comes here?
Enter Orlando, with his fword drawn.
Orla. Forbear, and eat no more.
Jaq. Why, I have eat none yet.
Ola. Nor fhalt not, 'till neceffity be ferv'd,
Jaq. Of what kind should this cock come of?
Duke Sen. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy
Or else a rude defpifer of good manners, [diftrefs;
That in civility thou feem'ft fo empty? [point
Orla. You touch'd my vein at firft; the thorny
Of bare diftrefs hath ta'en from me the fhew
Of fmooth civility yet am I in-land bred,
And know fome nurture: But forbear, I fay;
He dies, that touches any of this fruit,
'Till I and my affairs are answered,
Jaq. An you will not

Be aufwered with reafon, I muft die.

And therefore fit you down in gentleness,
And take upon command 2 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 evils, age, and hunger,→
I will not touch a bit.

Duke Sen. Go find him out,

And we will nothing wafte till your return.

Orla. I thank ye: and be blefs'd for your good

comfort!

[Exit. [happy:

Dike Sun. Thou feeft, we are not all alone un-
This wide and univeríal theatre
Prefents more woful pageants than the fcene
Wherein we play in.

Fag. 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 nurfe's arms :
And then, the whining fchool-boy with his fatchel,
And thining morning face, creeping like fnail
Unwillingly to school: And then the lover;
Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad
Made to his matrets' eyebrow: Then, a foldier;
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, fudden 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 fevere, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wife faws and modern 3 inftances,
And fo he plays his part: The fixth age thifts
Into the lean and flipper'd pantaloon;
With ipectacles on nofe, and pouch on fide;

Duke Son. What would you have? Your gentle- His youthful hofe well fav'd, a world too wide

nefs fhall force,

More than your force move us to gentleness.
Orla. I almoft die for food, and let me have it.
Duke Sen. Sit down and feed, and welcome to
our table.

[you;
Oria. Speak you fo gently? Pardon me, I pray
I thought, that all things had been favage here;
And therefore put I on the countenance
Of ftern commandment: But whate'er you are,
That in this defert inaccellible,

Under the shade of melancholy boughs,
Lofe 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 feaft ;
If ever from your eye-lids wip'd a tear,
And know what 'tis to pity, and he pitied;
Let gentleness my strong enforcement be:
In the which hope, I bluth, and hide my fword.
Duke Sen. True is it, that we have feen better days;
And have with holy bell been knoll'd to church;
And fat at good men's feafts; and wip'd our eyes
Of drops that facred pity hath engender'd:

For his thrunk thank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whiftles in his found: Laft fcene of all,
That ends this ftrange eventful hiftory,
Is fecond childishness, and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, fans eyes, fans tafte, fans every thing.
Re-enter Orlando, with Adam.
Duke Sen. Welcome: Set down your venerable
And let him feed.
[burden,

Ola. I thank you most for him.
Adam. So had you need,

I fcarce can speak to thank you for myfelf. [you
Duke Sen. Welcome, fall to: I will not trouble
As yet, to question you about your fortunes :-
Give us fome mufick; and, good coufin, fing.
Amiens fings.

S O N G.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not
fo unkind

As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not fo keen,

Pecarfe thou art not seen,

Although thy breath te rude.

1 Nurture means education. 2 i, e, at your own command. 3 i. e, trite, common inftances, accord.

jag to Mr. Steevens,

234

High bo! fing, beigh ho! unto the green bolly:
Moj friendship is feigning, moft loving mere folly:
Then, beigh bo, the bolly!
This life is moft jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter fky,,
That doft not bite fo nigh
As benefits forget:

Though thou the waters warp,
Thy fing is not fo sharp

As friend remember'd not.

Heigh bo! fing, &c.

As

Duke Sen. If that you were the good fir Row-
land's fon,-

you have whispered faithfully, you were;
And as mine eye doth his effigies witness
Moft truly limn'd and living in your face,-
Be truly welcome hither: I am the duke,
That lov'd your father: The refidue of your fortune,
Go to my cave and tell me.-Good old man,
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.

ACT

SCENE I.

The Palace.

Enter Duke, Lords, and Oliver.

Duke. N°

OT fee him fince? Sir, fir,
cannot be :

that

But were I not the better part made mercy,
I fhould not feek an abfent argument
Of my revenge, thou prefent: But look to it:
Find out thy brother, wherefoe'er he is;
Seek him with candle: bring him dead or living,
Within this twelvemonth, or turn thou no more
To feek a living in our territory.

Thy lands, and all things that thou doft call thine,
Worth feizure, do we feize into our hands;
'Till thou canst quit thee by thy brother's mouth,
Of what we think against thee.

Oh. Oh, that your highnefs knew my heart in

this:

I never lov'd my brother in my life.

III.

Cor. And how like you this fhepherd's life, mafter Touchstone?

Clo. Truly, thepherd, in refpect of itself, it is a good life; but in refpect that it is a fhepherd's life, it is naught. In refpect that it is folitary, 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 pleafeth me well; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious. As it is a fpare life, look you, it fits my humour well; but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much against my ftomach. Haft any philofophy in thee, fhepherd?

Cor. No more, but that I know, the more one fickens, the worfe at cafe he is; and that he that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends:That the property of rain is to wet,

Duke. More villain thou.-Well, push him out and fire to burn :-That good pafture makes fat

of doors;

fheep; and that a great cause of the night, is the lack of the fun: That he, that hath learned no wit by nature nor art, may complain of good breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred.

Chɔ. Such a one is a natural philosopher. Wast ever in court, shepherd ?

Cor. No, truly.'

Ch. Then thou art damn'd.

Cor. Nay, I hope,———

Clo. Truly, thou art damn'd; like an ill-roafted

Orla. Hang there, my verfe, in witnefs of my egg, all on one fide.

love:

And thou, thrice-crowned queen of night, furvey With thy chafte eye, from thy pale fphere above, Thy huntreis' name, that my full life doth fway. O Rofalind! thefe trees fhall be my books,

And in their barks my thoughts I'll character; That every eye, which in this foreft looks,

Shall fee thy virtue witness'd every where.

Cor. For not being at court? Your reason.

Clo. Why, if thou never waft at court, thou ne ver faw'it good manners: if thou never faw'ft good manners, then thy manners must be wicked; and wickedness is fin, and fin is damnation: Thou art in a parlous 5 ftate, fhepherd.

Cor. Not a whit, Touchstone: thofe, that are good manners at the court, are as ridiculous in the

I i. e. turn. or change them from their natural ftate. 2 To make an extent of lands, is a legal phrafe, from the words of a writ (extendi facias) whereby the fheriff is directed to caufe certain lands to be appraised to their full extended value, before he delivers them to the perfon entitled under a recognizance, &c. 3 i. c. expeditiously. 4 inexpreffible. 5 perilous.

country

country, as the behaviour of the country is most dinners, and fuppers, and fleeping hours excepted: mockable at the court. You told me, you falute it is the right butter-woman's rate to market. not at the court, but you kifs your hands; that courtesy would be uncleanly, if courtiers were fhepherds.

tar? The courtier's hands are perfumed with ci-This is the very falfe gallop of verfes; Why do you infect yourself with them?

Glo. Moft fhallow man! Thou worms-meat, in Rof. Peace, you dull fool; I found them on a refpect of a good piece of flesh :-indeed!-Learn of the wife, and perpend: Civet is of a bafer birth than tar; the very uncleanly flux of a cat. the inftance, fhepherd.

I Dr. Warburton fays, To make incifion was a proverbial expreffion then in vogue for, to make to understand; while Mr. Steevens thinks, that it alludes to the common expreffion, of cutting fuch a one for the fmples. 2 Fair means beauty, complexion. 3 Civil is here ufed in the fame fenfe as when we fay civil life, in oppofition to the ftate of nature. 4 The commentators are much divided in their opinions on our author's meaning in this line. Dr. Johnfon is of opinion, that Shakspeare feems here to have mistaken fome other character for that of Atalanta. Mr. Tollet thinks, the poet may per haps mean her beauty, and graceful elegance of fhape, which he would prefer to her fwiftnefs; or that it may allude probably to her being a maiden; while Mr. Farmer fuppofes Atalanta's better part is her wit, i, e. the fwiftness of her mind, i. c. grave or fuber.

"Thus Rofalind of many parts

Cel. So you may put a man in your belly. Ref. Is he of God's making? What manner of man Is his head worth a hat, or his chin worth

"By heavenly fynod was devis'd;
"Of many faces, eyes, and hearts,
"To have the touches deareft priz'd. Ja beard?
"Heaven would that the thefe gifts fhould
"have,

"And I to live and die her flave."
R. O most gentle Jupiter !-what tedious ho-
mily of love have you wearied your parishioners
withal, and never cry'd," Have patience, good
people

"ן

Cel. How now! back-friends-Shepherd, go off a little :--Go with him, firrah.

Ch. Come, fhepherd, let us make an honourable retreat; though not with bag and baggage, yet with fcrip and fcrippage. [Exeunt Corin & Clo.

Cel. Didit thou hear these verses? Rof. O, yes, I heard them all, and more too; for fome of them had in them more feet than the verfes would bear.

Cel. Nay, he hath but a little beard.

Rof. Why, God will fend more, if the man will be thankful: let me ftay the growth of his beard, if thou delay me not the knowledge of his chin.

Cel. It is young Orlando, that tripp'd up the wrestler's heels, and your heart, both in an inftant, Ref. Nay, but the devil take mocking; peak fad brow, and true maid.

Cel. I'faith, coz, 'tis he.
Rof. Orlando?

Cel. Orlando.

Rof. Alas the day! what fhall I do with my doublet and hofe ?What did he, when thou faw it him? What faid he? How look'd he? Wherein went he? What makes he here? Did he afk for me? Where remains he? How parted he with Cel. That's no matter; the feet might bear the thee? and when shalt thou fee him again? Anverfes. fwer me in one word.

Ref. Ay, but the feet were lame, and could not bear themselves without the verfe, and therefore ftood lamely in the verse.

Gel. But didit thou hear, without wondring how thy name fhould be hang'd and carv'd upon thefe trees?

Cel. You must borrow me Garagantua's 5 mouth firft: 'tis a word too great for any mouth of this age's fize: To fay, ay, and no, to thefe particulars, is more than to anfwer in a catechifm.

Rof. But doth he know that I am in this foreft, and in man's apparel Looks he as freshly as he

Rof. I was feven of the nine days out of wonder, [did the day he wrettled ? before you came; for look here what I found on

Gel. It is as eafy to count atomies, as to refolve

a palm-tree: I was never fo be-rhimed fince Py-the propofitions of a lover :-but take a taste of my thagoras' time, that I was an Irish rat 2, which I finding him, and relith it with good obfervance, 1 can hardly remember.

Cel. Trow you, who hath done this?

Ref. Is it a man?

Cel. And a chain, that you once wore, about his

neck: Change you colour?

Ref. I pr'ythce, who?

Gel. O lord, lord! it is a hard matter for friends to meet; but mountains may be remov'd with earthquakes, and fo encounter.

Roj. Nay, but who is it?

Cel. Is it poffible?

found him under a tree, like a dropp'd acorn.

Rof. It may well be call'd Jove's tree, when it

drops forth fuch fruit.

Cel. Give me audience, good madam.
Rof. Proceed.

Cel. There lay he, stretch'd along, like a wounded knight.

Ref. Though it be pity to fee fuch a fight, it well becomes the ground.

Cel. Cry, holla! to thy tongue, I pr'ythee; it curvets unfeafonably. He was furnith'd like a

Rof. Nay, I pr'ythee now, with most petitionary hunter. vehemence, tell me who it is.

Cel. O wonderful, wonderful, and moft wonderful wonderful, and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all whooping!

Rof. Good my complexion 31 doft thou think, though I am caparifon'd Fke a man, I have a doublet and hole in my difpofition? One inch of delay more is a South-fea off discovery 4. I pr'ythec, tell me, who is it? quickly, and speak apace: I would thou couldft stammer, that thou might'it pour this concealed man out of thy mouth, as wine comes out of a narrow-mouth'd bottle; either too much at once, or none at all. I pr'ythee take the cork out of thy mouth, that I may drink thy tidings.

Ref. Oh ominous! he comes to kill my heart. Cal. I would fing my fong without a burden; thou bring ft me out of tune.

I

Rof. Do you not know I am a woman? when
think, I muft fpeak. Sweet, fay on.
Enter Orlando and Jaques.

Cel. You bring me out :-Soft! comes he not here?
Rof. 'Tis he; Slink by, and note him.

[Celia and Rofalind retire.
faq. I thank you for your company; but, good
faith, I had as lief have been mytelf alone.
Orla. And fo had I; but yet, for fashion fake,
I thank you too for your fociety.
[can.
Jaq. God be with you; let's meet as little as we

1 i. e. features. 2 Rofalind here alludes to the Pythagorean doctrine, which teaches that fouls tranfmigrate from one animal to another, and fays, that in his time he was an Irifa at, and by fome metrical charm was rhymed to death. The power of killing rats with rhymes is mentioned by Donne in his Satires. 3. Warburton conjectures the meaning to be, Fold good my complexion, i. e. let me not blush. 4 That is, a difcovery as far off as the South-fea. 5 Garagantua is the giant of Rabelais, and faid to have Iwallowed five pilgrims, their faves and all, in a faliad.

Orla